by Sorcha Black
It was…insulting. Arousing. I stopped fighting his control as he took what he wanted. When he pulled out, my saliva was dripping down to his balls, and my face felt smeared. He tipped me back on the bed and propped my heels up on the edge, spreading me wide. It felt lewd, but I was too aroused to object.
He went to his drawer and opened it, then threw a few condoms and a small bottle of something on the bed beside me.
“I…I’m on the shot—because of my periods,” I admitted. “And I’ve been tested every year since I turned fifteen. Mother doesn’t trust me.”
He walked back over to me and positioned himself between my legs. God, he was huge, and that thing of his was never going to fit without splitting me open, but if I was going to die, this was a good way to go.
“Are you telling me you don’t want me to wear a condom?”
“I’m asking you if you’ve been tested.”
He chuckled. “Smart girl. Yes, I’ve been tested and retested. I haven’t had any partners for a while, so I should be clear.”
He picked up a condom and threw it on my bare belly, the perforated edge of the package scraping my skin.
“No condom. I want to feel you bare inside me the first time.”
The way he closed his eyes made it seem like he was in pain.
“Little girl, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Please, Daddy?”
He shuddered. “Why don’t I hate that like I did earlier?”
“Because it’s hot?”
“Freaky girl,” he muttered. “Why are you still a virgin?”
“Because you’ve been playing hard to get.”
The thick head of his cock slid through the slickness between my legs, and I felt myself blushing at the lewd and intimate feel of it. I dug my heels into the mattress, eager to get him inside me.
“Whoa, whoa,” he urged. “Let me loosen you up with my fingers first, or this is going to be uncomfortable.”
I whined, but he stroked my thigh.
“Be patient.”
“I’m out of patience. You’ve made me wait forever!”
“You want it to hurt?”
“Just do it. Go slow but do it now. Please!” I couldn’t relax. It felt like my body was on fire, and I kept whimpering.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His smile was a bit mean, and it made me even hotter.
He pushed against me, slow and steady, and gradually my body opened to his. Ugh, it burned, but I needed him so bad I didn’t care.
“You’re dripping everywhere, poor baby,” he said, his tone cruel. Both of us had our teeth gritted, and I wondered if this was hurting him too.
“Am I bleeding?”
“No, you’re just really hot for me.”
Rude, arrogant man.
“I don’t think foreplay is supposed to take weeks.”
“The best foreplay in a relationship is ongoing.”
A relationship? My mind seized on that word. Did he consider us a relationship?
I gazed up at him and held still as he pushed harder, sheathing himself in my body even though it was uncomfortable and made me want to shut my eyes. How could I shut my eyes when he was looking at me like…that?
Ow, ow, ow…
His expression had gone from pained to hazy, as though feeling me from the inside was significantly lowering his IQ. I didn’t like him in there yet. It did hurt, which was less hot in reality than it had been in my fantasy. It cooled some of the arousal I’d been feeling.
Was I asexual, or maybe a woman who didn’t like penetration? The real thing was nothing like how I’d thought it would be. It was painful and awkward. I felt skewered.
He kissed my mouth, my temple, and I turned my face away.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
I shook my head even though I sort of wanted to nod. I was grimacing, but there was no helping that.
He moved a little, and I gasped at the sensation, and not in the good way. He stilled again.
“You should have let me work you up to this.”
“Does it feel good for you?”
He groaned, which I assumed was a yes. “Your pussy is like a hot little fist clenched around my dick.”
A blush stung my face and chest. “You should hold me down.”
He chuckled as if I were joking, but after seeing my expression, he grabbed my wrists and held them down over my head.
The feel of his big hands wrapped around me like that, taking control of me, made me squirm a little on his cock, and he held me down harder.
This time when I gasped it wasn’t all pain.
“If I tell you no, you won’t freak out and stop?” I asked.
“I won’t stop unless you safeword, if you want to play a little rough,” he said, looking a bit confused. “If it hurts you probably don’t want it harder.”
“It hurts. It’s too big,” I whined.
He jerked as if I’d slapped him and started letting go.
I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his backside to keep him from running away, then pushed my wrists harder against his palms.
“You should have thought of the fact that it might hurt before you started being a little tease,” he grumbled.
“Why are you so mean?” I asked, taking his next thrust without wincing, even though it still hurt.
“You’re a brat, and you need a firm hand.”
“This isn’t your hand.”
“I’ve tried spanking you before, and it didn’t fix that smart mouth of yours.”
The next roll of his hips rubbed something against my clit, and I whimpered, tensing at the mix of pleasure and discomfort. I felt so full, and having him in my body felt peculiar. Dreadfully intimate. Terrifying.
He groaned. “Why are you such a bad girl, Aberdeen Arabella?”
“Because I like it when you punish me.”
He kissed me, and I kissed him back, the tears trickling from my eyes, but there wasn’t any shame in me for it. Not with him. He saw I was crying and kissed the trail from the corner of my eye, then the other, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, not hard, but not babying me either.
I opened my legs wider, and he settled deeper inside me. Hell, he was so big it felt like I was choking on him. Maybe he shouldn’t have been my first.
His hips rolled instead of just pistoning, and something about the sensual motion of it fuzzed up my brain, my body chasing the orgasm that trembled so close again that I could taste it.
This was Mr. Köhler inside me. Blue. The man who was off-limits, and who’d been telling me no for so long. Now he was making me his, and he was so beautifully perfect it hurt my heart to think this couldn’t be forever.
I kissed his tattooed shoulder, feeling insignificant underneath him. He was teaching me a lesson for being a little flirt, but he was being far more careful about it than he had to be. He cared, even if he didn’t love me yet. I loved him, though. It was dumb and too soon, and probably only a girlish crush, but I knew it without a doubt.
With my legs, I pulled him deep, fighting to keep him there as he moved, fighting his hold on my wrists, making myself breathless. God, I was trapped underneath him, and he was driving into me harder.
“I’ll be good, Daddy,” I whimpered, babbling. “I’ll be a good girl for you.”
He groaned and drilled into me, the motion of his hips making me feel faint. It burned like hell, but then he moved one of his hands between us to my clit, and teased at the swollen bud.
Oh fuck.
My heart hammered in my ears as my body took what his wanted to give. A storm gathered and grew, trembling through me, shaking me with the ferocity of it as pleasure pulsed from where we were joined. My whole body tensed, bowing under his, my nipples rubbing against his broad chest and the hair there. I choked out words—I think I told him I loved him. He only growled, and moved his hand off my clit to rudely cover my mouth as he kept pounding into me, his low moan of pleasure hot as he used my bo
dy for his needs.
I came apart beneath him, writhing and bucking through a series of terrible orgasms that felt like I was dying. I couldn’t catch my breath, and my vision started to dim. He was heavy and his hand was suffocating me, and if I was going to die, this was absolutely the perfect way, my body rippling around his where he was sheathed inside me.
He swore and moved his hand off my mouth, and I just lay there, stunned. Gasping.
“Aberdeen,” he murmured, stroking my face.
I came around slowly, feeling muzzy and slow, my body buzzing and filled with delicious exhaustion. Tremors rolled through me like my orgasm would never truly end. I was sore, but it had been completely worth it.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Fuck, you’re okay. I thought you passed out.”
“You have a very big hand,” I pointed out.
“I shouldn’t have covered your nose. I didn’t realize I was.”
“It’s right above my mouth. An unfortunate design flaw.”
He chuckled, levering off of me a little. Air rushed into my lungs, making me feel lightheaded all over again.
“Nothing like some accidental breath play for your first time. Sorry.” He pulled out, and I gasped at the loss of him, then stared at him in horror as I began to leak. I forced myself up and looked down, expecting to see blood everywhere, but it was mostly a lot of cum—a bit blood-tinged but there was no need to rush to the hospital for cauterization like I’d been imagining.
“What a mess,” I observed.
“Yup.”
“Is this all me?”
He chuckled. “Some of it is you. The rest is your fault.” He winked, then walked into the bathroom and came back with a damp facecloth. Without asking, he wiped me mostly clean, then returned to the bathroom again.
When he came back, he scooped me into his arms, turned back the duvet, and moved us into the middle of the bed. He tucked me against his chest. The movie that had been playing had been replaced by yet another action movie—I could tell because the voice had changed from Bruce Willis to Jason Statham.
His arms were big and warm, and I burrowed against him like an affectionate cat. I kissed his chest and he sleepily mumbled at me to settle down.
I wormed my way up his body until we were face to face, then stretched out against him, rubbing my naked skin along his. He had a bunch of scars, and I kissed the ones near my face, wondering how they’d happened.
“You’re being naughty,” he murmured. “We need to sneak you back to your room and we both need to get some sleep.”
“Sleep?” I asked indignantly. “But you promised.”
His eyelids opened a crack. “What did I promise?”
I pushed him onto his back and draped myself across his chest, surprised at my boldness. It felt like I owned him now. He’d claimed me, but that meant he was mine, too. He’d been inside my body. I smiled, wondering how it would feel knowing that tomorrow—later today—when he was guarding me, and we were out in the world interacting with people.
God, I was tired, but there was one more thing…
One of his big paws was on my back, and it was warm, and his chest was warm. My eyelids threatened to close.
No, not yet.
“I’m still a virgin one way,” I pointed out. “You can’t leave a job two-thirds done and go to sleep. Cutting corners on a lady’s defilement is rude.”
“Little girl, you can’t possibly want me in your ass tonight. Aren’t you sore enough already?”
Well, I was, but I wanted it anyway. “Pleeease?”
He groaned and pulled me completely on top of him. His hardening cock was pressed under my thigh. Apparently, he wasn’t as reluctant as he was letting on—at least, his body wasn’t.
“Please what?” He raised his brows, and I wriggled on top of him, all hot and embarrassed.
“Please, put your…thing in my bum.”
“Put my cock in your ass?” he corrected.
I buried my face in his neck. “Please, put your cock in my ass, Daddy?”
He started to laugh and rolled me off him, pressing me facedown on his bed and shoving a pillow under my hips.
Oh god.
“You’re such a little pervert, Aberdeen,” he replied with affectionate approval.
He spread my legs wide and touched my back hole, making me shut my eyes in embarrassment and dread. It felt weird to be touched there—shameful—and I fucking loved that he was doing it anyway, loved the feel of his hand on the back of my neck pinning me in place. I shifted under him because his touches sort of tickled and made me gasp, startling me every time he moved his finger.
He spread my knees wider and got between them, pressing the shaft of his hard-on into the valley of my butt cheeks. His hips rocked, and he rubbed himself against me, and I blinked at the strange sensation of him giving that part of me so much stimulation.
“You honestly think you want a dick in your ass, princess?”
“Only if it’s your dick.”
He bit the spot between my neck and shoulder that made my brain shut off.
“What the fuck was that?” He jerked away from me and was on his feet, gun in hand, before I had a chance to roll over.
What was what?
Where had his gun been that he had it out so fast?
“Get dressed,” he whispered harshly.
I scrambled to my feet and tugged on my pajamas, nerves jangling, wondering what he’d heard. I handed him his pants and tank top, and he got dressed, gun in hand, his big body between me and the door.
Oh god—had we gotten caught?
I tried to think of who might be up at this time of night. It had to be three in the morning. I focused on his gun. Obviously, he didn’t assume it was my mother or a member of the staff.
“Hide.” He waved me into the bathroom and shut the door. I cowered down on the far side of the bathroom vanity next to the garbage can, and tucked my chin on my knees, adrenaline zinging through me, messing with the arousal that had already been dominating my brain.
After a long time, he came back to get me, his expression grim.
“Someone was in your fucking room. They took off out the window, but I don’t know if he was alone.”
The thought terrified me. Who would do this? How could I be this important to anyone?
“But—I thought there were alarms on the windows.”
“Well, it’s wide open now. I think that’s how he got in.”
He pulled me to my feet.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to the panic room.”
Silently, he edged down the hall, checking every side corridor and keeping an eye on every door as I stuck to his back. Part of me loved watching him in action, but I was too frightened to give him my full attention.
A man—a stranger—popped out of nowhere and I screamed. Rather than shoot him on sight, Blue punched him in the face, the sound quieter than I would have expected from seeing it happen on TV. A hand closed around my arm, and I whirled around to face a second man. He was bigger than me, but not as big as Blue. I broke his hold like I’d been taught and tried to make a run for it, but he grabbed me again. I stomped his instep with my bare heel, then tried to knee him in the groin, but he twisted aside, catching it on his thigh.
“Blue!” I yelled desperately as the man dragged me back down the hall toward my room. Was he going to try to take me out the window or just barricade himself in there with me? I sagged to the ground, using my dead weight to slow him down, and then Blue was there, beating the living shit out of the man, standing over me like a wrathful god. I tried to make myself small so I didn’t trip him, but he seemed to know exactly where not to step.
The first assailant was on his feet again and tried to hit Blue from behind, but I popped out from where I was cowering and punched him in the nuts. He howled and went down, giving Blue time to focus his attention on the other man. A third man came out of my room down the hall, and I shouted a warn
ing, not sure if Blue could hear me past the commotion.
“Help!” I called, not sure if more people showing up would help us or complicate things. Dustin might be useful, but Vincent would be in danger. Molly would probably faint, but Deborah might hit someone with a frying pan. My mother would complicate matters. Most of the workers went home at night, and the other security guards generally patrolled the grounds.
The guy I’d punched in the balls was up again, and it was three on one. Blue had his gun out again and trained it on one of them, but they suddenly fled, scattering. Blue took two steps after them as they headed into my room but stopped and hauled me to my feet.
“Stay close.”
As if I’d stay out here by myself?
By the time we got to my room, the men had dived out the window into the darkness. Blue swore and grabbed my phone off my dresser, where I’d left it, and called the security detail for the grounds, Dustin, and the police.
Blue checked me over with meticulous thoroughness. Surprisingly, other than a few bruises, I was fine.
“Fucking unacceptable. How the hell did they get in?” He shook with what seemed like protective rage and was practically standing on top of me. “The locks? The guards? The alarms? This is bullshit.”
“I’m sorry if I got in the way.”
“No, baby. You were so fucking brave. Next time you let me take care of you, though, okay? They could have hurt you.”
“I’d rather be hurt than kidnapped.”
He gulped a few times as though he wasn’t getting enough air, and then crushed me to him. “If anything had happened to you…”
I breathed him in like he was the only thing keeping me alive.
He probably was.
When the other guards and staff arrived, he let me go.
My mother was woken and notified.
Even much later, I couldn’t stop shaking, feeling like I was in danger if I was more than an arm’s length from Blue. He was prowling around like a rabid animal, snarling at everyone but me, pissed that the bad guys had gotten in, and not trusting the police when they said the house was secure again.