RECLUSE

by Andrew, Nikolai

  “No. Daddy, please,” she stutters, low, but I hear the thrill of our little game starting again.

  “I’m not stopping. Try if you like, but I’m taking what’s mine. Like it or not.”

  I thrust my hard cock against her mound, the head brushing the soft flesh of her belly, balls against her wet lips.

  If she wanted me to stop—really wanted me to stop—she could knee me in the balls right now. She could get away. But she doesn’t.

  I grin as I stare into her eyes, mere inches from mine. “You want this.” I drive my hips forward, crushing the steel length of my dick harder into her pelvis. “That’s why you tease. That’s why you snoop. You want this cock.”

  “W—where have you been?”

  “Little girls shouldn’t ask so many questions.”

  “You’ve been outside…” She’s squirming, her breath ragged. “In the storm. Naked. Why?” Her eyes drift down, then shoot back up again.

  “You can look. I know you want to be a big girl. Big girls get to look. You like what you see?”

  “No, I… I mean, yes, but—”

  She shrieks as I bend nearly in half and my mouth clamps to her nipple through the fabric of the nightshirt, keeping her hands against the wall as she struggles and tries to tug them from my iron grip.

  The cotton offends me now, but my mind is too battered to do anything about it. I feel the hard peak inside my mouth, swirl my tongue over it, suckle on its softness. She squirms harder, trying to pull free, but there’s no way she’s strong enough to free herself. Not from me. Not from this.

  Us.

  My free hand grips her hard between her legs. Her soaking juices seeping between my fingers. “Your body is saying something that’s louder than your words. I wiggle my fingers into her honey-soaked folds, then trace the evidence upward…over her stomach, then around her hip, until I’ve got a good handful of her sweet ass and dig my fingers in hard. What I want from her is different, not like the sweet romances I’m sure she reads. Even this part of me is different, unnatural, but for some reason, this little girl is tugging it from me and she seems to understand.

  “Oh, God…” She closes her eyes on a whimper.

  “That’s what I am to you now, little girl. Your God. You’ll obey me or you’ll feel my wrath, understand?”

  “I’ll obey. Daddy, I’ll be a good girl.”

  “Too late for that,” I grumble as I kiss her throat. “Too late to promise to be good now. You came looking for me, you were trying to tease me wearing just that shirt and nothing else. You wanted me to catch you, didn’t you?”

  “No! No.” She shakes her head wildly back and forth, eyes closed tight, then her breath falters.

  “Don’t lie. Daddy will have rules for you. First rule, right now, never lie to me. Never.”

  She nods. “Yes, but—”

  “And when you tease, or you break a rule, it means you want me to make you pay.” I squeeze her ass, my finger straying to her back entrance, then down, between her thighs, finding her soft, moist lips once again. She squirms and opens her legs, tries to rub herself against my hand. “You want me inside here.”

  “No, I don’t.” Her voice is insistent, but she’s playing with me. Our game is in us both, coming out, natural, wicked and perfect. “I want to go back to bed. I’ll be good, I won’t snoop. Please, just let me go.”

  “That’s not what you really want.” I take a deep breath of her, kissing her throat, her chest, between her breasts where the shirt still hangs, damp now with sweat. The scent of panic, excitement, need…it intoxicates me, drives me on. “If you wanted to get away, you would get away. You would let me know.”

  I don’t give her any warning as I dig my fingers and thumb into her pussy, hearing her squeal as my fingertips slide along her sopping slit, slipping inside, making her gush.

  “Vincent, please…”

  “Please what?”

  Her perfect, firm tits are heaving with every breath, and I decide to let her go. To test her words versus her actions.

  I release her wrists and step back. She’s free. She could run now, back to her room. She could shut me out.

  Yet, she stays.

  Good girl.

  I reach out and grab at my shirt, stretching the neckline upward as I lean down and bite into the fabric. I gnash my teeth while gripping it on either side of my mouth and shredding it from her body. She gasps as it hangs wide open, her arms crossing over her torso, hands in tiny fists trying to hide herself from me, her honey-colored eyes wide with shock and yet…

  And yet she doesn’t run.

  Shaking my head, I take each of her hands in mine, pulling them away from her body, leaving her bare for the feast of my eyes. I take a moment to admire her, the smoothness of her skin, the way her tits cleave gently to either side, her nipples hard and dark in the light from her lamp. Her pussy, soaked and glistening, is bare of any hair, except that single line leading up over her delicate, pale flesh.

  “Please what?” I repeat, waiting for her reply, but it doesn’t come.

  She stands there, silent, her mouth set as I trace a finger along her jaw, down her throat, along her collarbone, then down to a nipple. She shivers at the contact, her gaze flowing downward where my cock is thicker still, aching for her touch. My balls draw up tight as my hand continues down, over her stomach, her navel, closer and closer to my prize.

  “Spread your legs for me.” I meet her eyes. “I want to get a good look at what’s mine. It’s dripping, telling me it belongs to me.”

  “Who says it’s yours?”

  Defiance glints in her golden eyes as she glares back at me. Waves of her nearly-white hair falling over her shoulders like she is Eve in the garden. Virgin. Perfect.

  If I want her, I’m going to have to claim her.

  Bring it on.

  “You do. You’re telling me with your eyes. Your body.” I press myself against her, my cock head bumping at her sex. I grip myself, sliding my hand along my shaft, then run my fingers through her damp slit, teasing her clit with the swollen head. “This says everything is mine. This says that you want what I’m about to do to you. Now spread your fucking legs, little girl. I won’t ask nicely again.”

  She stares for a moment longer, then without a word she takes hold of my wrist, pulls my hand to her lips and sucks on the fingertip coated with her arousal. Even as she does, she obeys, her legs spreading apart, and I can’t wait any longer.

  I drop to my knees, ready to worship at her altar. I spread my hands on her thighs, pushing my face between her legs and taking a long inhale of that sweet, lusty scent.

  “This cunt is mine, Melanie. Nobody else will ever see you like this. Nobody else will ever inhale your scent or taste the honey dripping out of you right now. If anyone ever did, I’d kill them. I mean that. There are two hundred acres of wooded wilderness out here. I own it all. I could bury a dozen men out here and they’d never be found.” I lean in and lick my tongue along her slit as she arches back, gasping. The tip of my tongue connects with her swollen clit and she cries out, then moans as she squirms, but I have her held tight. “If anyone ever hurt you. If anyone ever touched you. If anyone looked at you in a way I didn’t like…know this now, little girl, they wouldn’t see another day.”

  I lap at her cunt, spinning one finger at her dripping hole, barely fitting it inside as she rubs herself against the wall.

  “Oh, God. Please, don’t…”

  “Don’t what? Don’t stop? I don’t intend to. Now that you’ve made me hard, there’s no turning back, this big dick is going to go inside this sweet, tight little pussy of yours. You’ll take it all, won’t you, baby? You’ll ride that cock like the naughty goodgirl you’re trying to be.”

  She cries out, then she says the magic word. “Daddy…” Desperate, pleading.

  “Yes, baby, I’m here.” I flick my tongue against her clit, applying pressure with my fingers. “Be a good girl and cum for Daddy. Cum on my face. I want you good and
ready for me. Make this little slit wet and slippery so that I can slide inside.”

  She answers with a moan and a gush of sticky wonder on my fingers.

  “Don’t hold back, baby. Little girls should do as they’re told.” I slap her pussy with my palm, then again, licking in between, swapping between applying pressure with my fingers and gentle pain with my hand. She raises up on her tiptoes and I can tell that she’s getting close. “Now, baby,” I murmur. “Come now.”

  For a moment she calms, then I attack her clit with my tongue. It doesn’t take long, with an ear-splitting scream, fingers scraping at the wall, she gushes, dripping into my mouth, shaking and bucking as she rubs herself up and down, trying to crush my face between her thighs.

  I ignore it, enjoying the pressure as I lick, sucking her juices into my mouth, drinking my fill of her. My face is sticky with the molten proof of her desire.

  If I could, I’d hold a cup beneath her to catch it all, to save it for later.

  “That’s a good girl. My good girl. My Goldilocks.”

  I stand finally and put my lips to hers, moving side to side, spreading the flavor all over her face. She’s still gasping for every breath, barely aware of me as I press a finger to her lips and whisper.

  “I’m going to put a baby inside you. Your cherry is mine, your virgin womb is going to suck in all my seed and give me what I want.”

  Lightning flashes in jolts and bursts, throwing shadows across the hall from the windows above, as I lift my precious girl and she clings to me, brushing her hands through my hair, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carry her down the hall and into the kitchen.

  I can’t wait to get her to the bedroom, I’m wound too tight, so I settle for the first flat surface I think will work.

  I sweep plates and fruit from the kitchen table, letting it crash and smash and go rolling across the floor as thunder shakes the house. As I lower her to the tabletop, she splays herself across it, her eyes barely focused as what I said to her just moments ago play on repeat inside my head.

  I’m going to put a baby inside you.

  I’ve never thought of a family before now, never considered having a baby with someone. But now that I’ve spoken the words out loud, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, lighting up my synapses brighter than a supernova.

  A baby inside my baby…

  I know this is what I want. To see my baby girl pregnant with my child, to know she’s walking around with the evidence of me right there for all to see. Everyone will know she’s mine, all mine, mine alone. I’ll keep her here with me forever. Breed her over and over as we fill the house with the proof of our love…

  She hasn’t objected, and that’s good enough for me. She wants my seed inside her, swimming up inside her tight cherry cunt, swimming for home. God, she’s beautiful right now, with her hair mussed and her own slick nectar smeared across her face. How much more beautiful will she be with her tits dripping with milk?

  Milk for the baby.

  Milk for me.

  “Daddy…”

  “Yes, baby girl.”

  “I’m scared. I’ve never… Never done…”

  My heart thunders. If she was perfect before, she’s just become angelic. I can hardly believe my ears as my words fall from my lips. “You’re a virgin. I know.”

  “I’ve only ever touched myself. Never with a man. Is it going to hurt bad? You’re so big, I’m so small…” Her voice takes on that childlike tone, and there’s a clench in my chest.

  “My perfect, innocent girl, on my sacrificial altar. You are the first and only virgin I will take.” I draw a deep breath, my voice hoarse, my mind swimming. Her question rings in my head, like a drumbeat in my mind: Is it going to hurt bad? “Yes, baby. It will hurt. But it will feel good too, I promise.”

  “You promise?”

  I nod, fixing her eyes with mine. “I told you I’d never lie to you. It will hurt. But it will get easier. Tell me you’re ready. Tell me you want this.”

  “I want to feel you inside me.”

  “You want this big cock?” I fist my erection, squeezing hard, telling him we’re almost there, hold on just another few seconds. I pump, up and down, grunting with the throbbing ache. “You want me to pierce your perfect virgin hole with it?”

  She nods, a little whimper of need forced out as she squirms against the table, naked for me, perfect skin looking like alabaster in the lightning, contrasting with the dark wood beneath her.

  “Baby girl, I’m not going to wear anything. I’m not going to have anything between us. I can’t. I want to feel you. I want to know my baby is growing inside you. But you should know, I haven’t been with anyone else these past ten years. Or for years before that. There is nobody for me but you. There never has been and there never will be. You’re the one.”

  “I want to learn. Daddy, my body feels tingly all over.”

  “That’s because it’s ready.”

  “Ready for you.”

  “Ready for me, my little Goldilocks.”

  I tug her hips to the edge of the table, centering them, looking down into her perfect face, golden eyes staring up lovingly, swollen lips parted, cheeks brushed with red like the blush on her tits, the puckered areolas framing tight, piercing nipples. Her hair is wild, unkempt, platinum strands falling like silk against the wood.

  Another flash of lightning as I admire her, spread out as she is, like an offering to some evil god of rain and thunder. My balls feel stretched, so full with need and what I’m going to give her. She’s so fresh, untouched, that I’m sure I’m going to spill my load with two pumps.

  But I want inside.

  I need to fill wither to overflowing with what my greedy cock has to give.

  Lifting her legs, so that her ankles hang over my shoulders, I line myself up with her cunt, watching it pulse in the dim light, glistening with her slick cream.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful. A beautiful, perfect little girl, waiting to be deflowered by the big, ugly bear.” I run my fingers along her slit, watching as a little trickle of cum wells up as she whines, gripping the edges of the table. Then I slide my fingers down, down to her back passage, putting gentle pressure there. “Soon, little girl, I’m going to have all your holes. Your cunt is going to be first, because I can’t wait any longer. But soon after I break your virgin pussy, I’ll break your virgin mouth, I’ll break this virgin ass. You can’t stop me. You won’t. I’ll take what I want.”

  Our eyes meet and I see hers searching, her gaze flicking up and down my body, resting on my cock for a moment before drifting up again, to my abs, my chest, my face and back to my eyes. She looks so innocent, lying here, that I could almost spill tears at the thought of myself, this beast, about to spoil her in such a filthy way.

  “Daddy, who are you? Who are you really? Who is Vincent Weber?”

  “All you need to know is where he’s going. And that’s right inside you, little girl.”

  With that, I line up the seeping tip, the muscles in my ass cheeks cramping from restraint. I balance her ankles on my shoulders as I wrap my arms around her thighs and lean forward, pushing my dick against her hole, testing its resistance.

  Fuck, but she’s tight.

  Tight enough that I begin to wonder if I’ll ever get inside her without tearing her little body in two. I press on into her virgin hole, managing to force barely a fraction of the swollen tip inside but no more.

  “Baby, I’m going to have to hurt you. I need to get inside, all the way. Are you ready?”

  She nods, meeting my eyes. “I’m strong. You won’t break me.”

  I pray to God, you don’t break me, my little Goldilocks.

  “I’m sorry.” They’re the last words I utter before driving forward on a roar.

  Another flash of lightning fills the room at the very moment I thrust inside her, thunder drowning out her shriek of pain as I tear through her barrier.

  I rock, driving in and out until her body softens for a second, her eyes
squeezed tight, her face cinched up in pain as I sink deep, feeling the glory of her warmth hugging my shaft. I move again, hard, in and out, then her clenched walls grip all the way to the base, milking me from inside her, trying to suck the cum right out of me.

  I pull back, dragging my rock-solid cock from her greedy hole, then thrust forward again, stuffing her with everything I have.

  “Say my name while I’m inside you, taking this cherry you’ve saved for me. So you’ll remember who you belong to. Who took you for his own.”

  “Daddy…”

  “Good girl. Say it again…” The word has me spinning, realizing all the things it means, all the ways I want to take care of her, be there for her, guide her, love her and yes, fuck her until she knows she’s never getting away from me.

  She screams the word again and again as I move inside her, trying to memorize every ridge and bump of her passage, trying to remember this first time. And it is the first. The first of many. Tonight, I’m taking her, screaming and wild on my kitchen table as the legs creak and scrape, moving across the floor with the force of my thrusts.

  I think of the wildflowers I’ve left on her doorstep, of the things I’ve taken from her. I didn’t technically ‘break in’ to her apartment. I was there one day, watching, waiting for her to come home when another young lady I’d seen her with around town showed up. She picked up a purple rock near the back door and retrieve a key.

  From that moment the obsession only grew. I knew sooner or later I’d break, use that key and it only took a few days trying to hold back when I gave in.

  From there, I lost control. Going in more times than I can count taking so many of her things.

  The panties I’ve buried my nose in, again and again as I jerked off to thoughts of her. The hairbrush I’ve stroked as I whispered her name, counting every soft white-golden strand. I’ve taken bags of her fucking garbage, going through it for any scrap of paper with her name. Anything she’s touched, thinking it had no value when to me, it was all priceless.

  She’s so perfect, too perfect for an animal like me.