“I want to be with you…”
I chuckle at her innocent confession. “Ah…and do you think we’ll ride away into the sunset together? Like the perfect fairytale?” Her naivete is quite attractive.
“Well, you’re the one who just said you were here to rescue me.”
“Not all tales end with the prince saving the princess. Maybe I’m referring to the tales untold. The ones where the villain kidnaps the princess to torture her in his dungeon.”
Her eyes dilate. “And maybe I want that.”
“A masochist princess, I see. And what kind of torture do you think you can withstand?” My hand aches to mark her. Brand her pure skin. My cock twitches at the thought of each slash across her back.
“I want to be what you want. To teach me how to submit, like that woman at the club. I want you to hurt me and show me how pain can be pleasure.”
I refrain from grabbing at her breast and pinching her nipple until she cries. Instead, I remove my hand and feed off the disappointment in her doe eyes. “This won’t end the way you think it will, little bird. You want to be my little pet, then there are rules. But this will end, and you will be ruined for any other man.”
“You keep saying that. I’m not scared. Use me, hurt me. I’m gone in a few days anyway. What happens now is all it will be. I get it.”
I smile. She thinks one night is all she will give me. The moment I make her mine, she’ll be just that. I’m not a man who shares or sets my belongings free. She will fly away from my trap, but only when I allow it.
This is where I should decide what’s right and what’s wrong. Tell myself not to be a bastard and walk away from her. I can have any woman I want. I can go back to the club and defile any type, race, or age… But I stand here, at my best friend’s house, practically salivating over the one person who is very much off-limits. Because I’m a bad, bad man who’s about to do bad, bad things.
“Drop to your knees, little bird. Show me how compliant you can be.”
She hesitates for a moment, then slides off the chair at my feet. She keeps eye contact with me, which is a no-no, but I’ll teach her.
“Are you ready to submit to me? Learn from me?”
“Yes.” She nods, her neck extending as she swallows. I sense her hesitation. Her nerves. But overpowering them is the smell of her arousal.
“Are you wet for me, pet?” I ask, feeding off her shyness. She responds with a nod. “Open your legs. Let me see how wet you are.” She spreads like a flower, her bathing suit bottoms stained with her desire. “Is that all for me?” Another nod. “Show me.” This time, there’s no hesitation as she pulls her bottoms to the side, gifting me the beautiful view of her glistening pussy. What I wouldn’t give to drop to my knees and taste every ounce of her.
“Beautiful.” I step closer, the tip of my shoe at her entrance. I debate on teasing her, ruining my Italian leather shoe with her arousal just to watch her come apart at my first touch. “Have you touched yourself, little bird?”
“No. I kept my promise.”
I knew she would. Her commitment satisfies me, and I gift her with a pleasing smile. “Good girl.” Filthy ideas flood my mind. But I should spare her my evil side and take my time with her. If I had her in a private room, even my own personal playroom, I’d tie her up and spread her wide for me. I’d start gentle and tease her until every single nerve-ending is frayed, and she’s begging for release. The sadist in me wants to make her cry until her tears turn into moans. I shut that urge down. I need to stay in control. She’s not like the women I usually desire. She won’t be able to withstand my torture or truly fulfill my needs. Yet.
But she is exactly what I crave.
I’ve fantasized about this moment many times over. Having her in front of me, offering herself to me. I know I’m a sick man, but I’ve already made my deal with the devil and paid for my first-class ticket to hell.
I walk around her, stopping at her backside. As her head follows my movement, she catches her mistake and quickly looks forward.
“Take your top off,” I order.
Reaching back, she unties the strap of her suit top and the scraps of material fall at her side.
“Stand up and face me.”
When she turns, her eyes find mine. If she were anyone else, she would earn thirteen lashes for making eye contact with me. But I can’t help but enjoy the way she looks up at me, eager and waiting for her next instruction.
“Take off your bottoms,” I demand, keeping eye contact.
She hesitates for a moment, then pushes them down with the tips of her fingers and steps out.
My eyes finally take her in. Her small, pink nipples. Her taut belly, leading to her shaved pussy. With calm and deliberate steps, I circle around her, basking in the view of her tight, firm ass. I gently press a finger to the top of her neck and trail it down her back, all the way down between her ass cheeks, and stop when my finger grazes her tight, little asshole.
“Have you ever been touched here, little bird?” I ask, enjoying the way she trembles. Her voice shakes as she responds.
“No.”
Another question I already knew the answer to. I’ve made it my hobby to keep tabs on little Hazel Winters. Her likes and dislikes. The little boys she runs around with. The promiscuous little acts she does for attention. A memory resurfaces of when I found out her fuck-hole yoga instructor took her virginity. I rear my hand back and smack her on her ass, angered at the thought. Her sharp intake of breath is intoxicating. Even more so is the exhale that follows. “Your responses turn me on.” I smack her again.
“From now on, every single part of you belongs to me. If I want to take your virgin asshole right now, in your daddy’s house, I can.”
My cock hardens at the way her body responds to my touch. “I know,” she replies. “Like I said. Do your worst.”
God, she has no idea what she’s offering me. I’m actually shocked at how quickly she’s succeeded in working me up. Frustration settles in my gut, and I smack her fast and hard three times for having this much of an effect on me.
“You shouldn’t be so willing, little bird. Someone may take you up on your offer.” With my middle finger, I swipe between her ass cheeks and down to her cunt, soaking my finger. The simple touch has her knees giving out.
“Don’t move, or I stop. Understand? If you can’t handle me now, you’re no match for what I have in store for you.”
Her head nods up and down. I pull back and shamelessly lick my finger. “Delicious.” I murmur, not even denying the growl that rumbles up my throat.
I have to talk myself into slowing down with her. Teasing her until she buckles. If I were a smarter man, I would turn around and leave. As much as I want her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, this is wrong. But the thought of walking away from this gift only frustrates me more.
I kick her legs out, forcing her to spread wider for me. “Would you be able to stand and not move if I put my mouth on your cunt? Sucked you clean until you were on the brink of exploding?” The reflections from the pool lights illuminate the goosebumps lining her smooth skin. My hand twitches to spank her again for taking too long to answer me. Her welted ass cheek holding the mark of my palm is intoxicating. She baits me with every second that passes. She finally responds, and like a good little girl, she gives me the answer I want.
“Yes.”
I walk around and face her, loving how her eyes light up with passion and spark with need. A small but teasing smile creeps along my face. My little pet is hungry for me to feast on her. I sit down on the lawn chair and grab her hips, pulling her into me. She squeals at my sudden movement and bites the inside of her cheek to keep quiet as I bring her sweet pussy to my face. One lick is all it will take. I doubt she makes it thirty seconds before begging to come all over my tongue.
I do what I’ve been craving to do and suck her sweet juices, licking at her warmth, my tongue getting lost inside her. God, she tastes divine. She’s so tight. I can’t imagine
how good she’s going to feel struggling to fit around me. I continue to lap at her, my tongue filling her, thrusting in and out. I need to slow down. My control is starting to slip. Her heavy breaths have me rock hard in my slacks, but with each lap, each punch of my tongue, she stays standing. I become frustrated she hasn’t tapped out, so I take it up a notch and push two fingers inside her.
Her gravelly moan is like music to my ears. So needy and desperate.
“Is this what you want, little bird?” I purr against her flesh.
“Yes,” she moans. Her hands reach for my head, threading through my hair. I should stop. Scold her for touching me without permission. She’s out of place. I should punish her for that, but I can’t stop enjoying the feel of her fingers grazing along my scalp as her hips move against my mouth. I snap, sliding a third finger inside her. Fuck, she’s so wet. Her walls begin to squeeze around my hand. That’s when I pull out and push away from her.
“Wha—What are you doing?” she pants.
“This isn’t about what you want, little bird. It’s about what I want. And I want you to come when I say.”
God, she’s stunning. Flushed and confused. I want to take her. Gag and fuck her into oblivion. The way she stares at me, I fight not to push her to the ground and fill her mouth with my cock, choking her until tears cascade down her beautiful face.
Heath is going to fucking kill me. But at least I’ll go to hell with the sweet taste of her still on my tongue.
I stand. “Climb on the chair, pet. Kneel for me.”
Such a good little girl doing as she’s told. I grab for her bathing suit top and tie her wrists together behind her back. I walk around, and this time, take the pleasure of enjoying her tits. I cup her breast, my index finger and thumb massaging her nipple. Then I pinch hard. There’s nothing more rewarding than the vocal moan that falls off her tongue. There’s no stopping myself as I lean forward, wrapping my mouth around her. My tongue circles around her nipple until I can’t take it anymore and bite down harder.
“Gabriel,” she cries. I give her what she wants and use my tongue to soothe the mark I left. An unfamiliar shift happens inside of me—and I don’t like it. I’m starting to lose grip on my control. And fast. I grab her other breast and inflict just as much pain as I do pleasure. Fuck. I want to hurt her. Fuck her. Subdue her.
I shouldn’t be this rough with her, but the way she’s breaking me down angers me.
“Your pain is my pleasure, pet. How far will you let me violate you until you’ve had enough?”
I bask in the musical sound of her arousal as she pants. “I’m not going to tell you to stop if that’s what you’re thinking.”
I reach between her legs, pushing three fingers inside her. I power in and out of her, the sound of her wet pussy pushing me over the edge.
“Stop trying to be brave, pet. You’re not made for a man like me.” I thrust harder and faster, taking my aggression out on her warmth. “Tell me you can’t take any more.” The longer it takes for her to back down, the angrier I become. “Tell me to stop, pet.”
“I won’t,” she moans, thrashing over my knuckles, taking each painful assault. “I know what I want. Stop being a coward and fuck me already. I’m a big girl. I know exactly what I want.”
I rip my fingers out and back away from her so fast, she almost tumbles off the chair. A bead of sweat forms on my forehead. I’ve never allowed myself to become this out of control.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Without another glance, I turn on my heel and leave.
Hazel
“Thanks for everything, Dad.” I go in for a hug, and he welcomes me with open arms. I can’t believe I’m actually here. College! We spent the entire day moving me in. Violet, my new roommate, seems pretty cool, and I’m looking forward to this new journey.
“Anything for you, baby girl. Promise me you’re still not mad at me?” I want to be upset with him for once again choosing work over me. He promised me his full attention the last weekend I was home, and like so many other times, he broke it.
“I told you. I forgive you. And it’s not like you won’t make it up to me with the credit card you gave me.”
He pulls away. “That’s for emergencies, Hazel.”
I laugh. “I know, Dad. I’m kidding.” Violet walks in, and my dad steps away.
“Hey, Dad’s done. He’s gonna take off. Wanna go check out the quad and get some dinner?” She nods and smiles back. “Cool. Sounds great. Nice meeting you, Mr. Winters.”
“Please, call me Heath,” Dad says, politely shaking her hand.
A few short beats pass before Violet nervously pulls away and addresses me. “Yep. Sounds good. Great. Nice meeting you. I’ll just be down the hall.” And then hurries out of our room.
“She seems nice, right?”
Dad clears his throat. “Yeah.” He grabs me back in his arms. “Going to miss you, kiddo.”
“Dad, I’ll be home before you know it. You probably won’t even notice I’m gone.” I feel bad the second the comment leaves my lips.
“Hazel,” he pulls me away from his chest, “I’m going to notice every second the house is no longer filled with your laughter and beautiful smile. It’s going to be extremely lonely. I may even make Gabriel move in with me to keep me company.”
The mention of Gabriel sends a tremor of anger down to my toes. The way he left me, bound and bare, overheated and aching. It took me a few minutes before I realized he wasn’t coming back. He didn’t walk into the house for any reason other than to abandon me. When I came to my senses, anger tore through my core, and the tears began to fall. How could he have left me like that? I was embarrassed and ashamed. He didn’t want me. He didn’t even care enough to tell me. To let me down gently. Anything would have been less humiliating. “Hey, I’m kidding. He and I wouldn’t last a day. He’s too damn controlling.”
“Oh, and you’re not?”
Dad laughs. “Exactly. Listen, promise me you’ll behave. Study and focus on school. You’re not here to party and meet boys.”
I roll my eyes. “Dad, it’s college. Those things all go hand in hand.”
“Not for you. If I hear anything fishy, I’m slashing throats and pulling you out of school. Understand?”
Geez, maybe my dad does have bigger control issues than Gabriel. A man I once lusted over. A man I now despise. “Fine. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
“Good. I have to get going so I don’t hit traffic. Anything you need, call me. Both of you.” He kisses me goodbye, and we step into the hallway. He and Violet share an awkward goodbye, and I laugh, knowing a lot of girls think my dad is hot.
“Ready?” I say to my new roomie.
“Yep. Let’s do it.”
“This is awesome, isn’t it?” I pull Violet up the steps to our first college party and through the sea of drunk college students. It’s been a long week. Classes are more challenging than I had expected, and I swear every instructor is out to get us with the amount of homework and exams they give. I thought there would be more time to goof off, but Violet and I have spent all our time at the library studying and zero time enjoying the carefree college life. So tonight, both dressed to impress, we get to see what college is really about. And there’s nothing that can ruin how excited I am to finally get drunk and hopefully laid.
Once inside, I push through the crowd to grab a couple of drinks. I spot the keg, grab us two beers, and hand one to Violet. I swallow a huge gulp, almost choking it back up. “Gross. Guess we better get used to keg beer for the next four years.” I wipe at my mouth, scanning the room, hoping to find hard liquor. My eyes light up when I spot a counter in the kitchen littered with bottle after bottle. “Bingo!” I snatch Violet’s hand and drag her to the jackpot.
“I’m not really a big drinker,” she starts, but I shoo her off.
“That’s why you’re here. To become one.” I laugh and take two cups, pouring a double shot of tequila in each. Handing her one, I bang her cup.
“Cheers to a fun night.” I throw my head back and drain my cup. The cheap liquor burns my throat. Definitely not the top-shelf stuff I’m used to. Either way, it does the job. I already feel the stress of the week evaporating. We dance and refill our drinks to the point that I’m feeling a million times better and lighter on my feet.
“Hazel?”
We both turn to Evan, the guy in my physics class who invited me to the party. “Hey, Evan!” Jumping into his arms, I smack my lips against his cheek in a kiss. “Thanks for the invite.” Clearly, the tequila is doing its job of loosening me up.
“Glad you came. You look super-hot,” he praises. It could be the shots, but his compliment sends a rush of heat to my cheeks. “Hey, wanna go do a shot or something?”
I look at Violet to see if she cares. Smiling, she nods for me to go. I mouth, “Thank you,” and bring my attention back to Evan. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go!” He grabs my hand, and I’m on cloud nine as he escorts us deeper into the kitchen. We pass a bunch of people he knows, slapping backs and high fiving. He stops to take a shot from a buddy, then continues walking us farther into the kitchen.
“Wow, you already know a lot of people,” I say, trying to make conversation while he pours two shots of flavored vodka.
He hands me a cup. “Yeah. Technically, I’m a sophomore. I failed physics last year so gotta retake it. Cheers.” We knock cups, and I take down the shot. “Have I mentioned how super-hot you look in that dress?”
I smile. “You may have once or twice.”
I twist my hips back and forth in a flirtatious manner, and he captures my waist, pulling me into him. “Well, you do, babe.” He catches me off guard when he dips his head, capturing my lips. I’m not used to someone being so forward. It takes me a second to start kissing him back. He parts my lips and delves his tongue in, nearly thrusting it down my throat. I try to pull back a bit, but his grip on my waist doesn’t allow for it. Before I have to use force and knee him in the balls, he lets me go.
“Hey.” I step back, touching my bruising lips.
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