by Skye Darrel
“Let me help you,” I whisper.
“No, baby. Just lie still.”
I moan for him and rub my thighs around his throbbing shaft. Sawyer runs his hand down my tummy and between my legs, holding his cock head against the delicate skin between my pussy and anus. He does something to himself, and I feel his teeth on my shoulder before a splatter of hot cum hits my inner thigh. Sawyer sighs and finally softens.
“Now we can both sleep,” he says.
“Yes.”
“I love you, Cheryl.”
“W-What?”
“You heard me and I meant it. Don’t answer. Let me prove it.”
I close my eyes wondering if this is a dream or the start of another nightmare. He loves me, but words are easy. I know that much.
Chapter Six
CHERYL
When I open my eyes, it’s bright out. Seconds pass before I realize where I am. By the light of morning, Sawyer’s place looks even more spacious. Airy and light.
He’s standing by the bed, and he’s wearing PJ pants that sit low on his waist. My chest flutters when I see the grooved V in his hips.
“Morning, angel.”
“H-Hey. What time is it?”
“Almost ten.”
“Oh, I should—”
“Should nothing. You’re going to enjoy breakfast in bed first. Sit up, Princess.”
I’m naked and I’m not used to having a man stare like he wants to eat me. My nipples stiffen as I push up and lean against the headboard. Sawyer sets down a breakfast tray over my legs. There’s a plate of fluffy eggs and strawberries. Toasted bread. It smells delicious.
“You cook?”
“One of my many talents,” he says without a hint of modesty.
It tastes delicious too. Sawyer sits at the edge of the bed and watches me eat. I catch his eyes drifting to my breasts now and then, and I blush. He’s still a man after all.
“We’ll go shopping today,” he says like it’s already decided.
“Huh?”
“Your wardrobe needs some additions, Princess.”
True, but still I roll my eyes. “You want to spoon-feed me too?”
“If you wish,” he says, not bothering to hide the lust in his voice.
His hand slides up my leg, and I can’t help but shiver with heat. Sawyer seems so strong in every way, but I remember how badly Pixie spooked him that night. Suddenly I giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Are you afraid of cats or something?”
“Why?”
“I was thinking how you reacted to Pixie.”
He flinches, and I’m surprised by the pain in his face. It vanishes in an instant. “Cats make me nervous,” he says.
I frown. Sawyer’s hiding something, but I don’t have time to ask because he leans in to nuzzle my neck. “So. We’ll go shopping?”
“Well . . . I should look for a job.”
“What for? I told you Cheryl, I’ll take care of you.”
“For three days.”
“And more, if you’ll have me.”
“I haven’t decided yet,” I remind him. The light of morning reminds me I don’t live in a fairy tale. I lift the tray off my lap and hold his too-perfect jaw. “We have to be clear about this, Sawyer. I won't let anyone control my life. Control me. You're being really sweet, but I need time."
“Then what was all that Daddy talk last night?”
“That was, oh, I don’t know,” I stammer, flustered. “But I’m my own woman, okay? It’s one thing in the bedroom, it’s another outside.”
“We’re in the bedroom.”
I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Say it out loud,” Sawyer says softly.
“I won’t be anyone’s property.”
He smiles. “You’re not my property, Princess. I am yours.”
I do my best to look annoyed. “That’s very kind of you, but I still want a job. And before you ask, no, I’m not going to be your maid or whatever.”
“I wasn’t thinking that at all,” he says, putting his arms around my waist.
“It has to be a job I get myself, something I can call my own. So unlike you, Mr. Landlord, I can’t spend all day messing around.”
“A few days off won’t hurt,” Sawyer growls. He plants a kiss on my head. “First, a hot shower. Next, a nice day shopping in the city.” His hand slides between my thighs to the tenderness there, massaging me slowly. “I’m not taking my hand away until you agree.”
“Alright, alright!”
We walk into his bathroom together. The shower has a touchscreen panel that lets you pick everything from water temperature to spray strength. Sawyer turns on a warm drizzle that feels like heaven on my skin. Then I forget the shower as he kneels between my legs.
“What are you doing?”
“I know you’re sore,” he growls. “I’ll make it all better.”
Sawyer parts my folds with his fingers and licks just inside, up and down, making me shudder. He swirls over my clit before he seals his whole mouth around me, coaxing out my wetness. I grasp my hands through his hair, standing on tiptoes as Sawyer makes slurping noises on my sex.
“Such a wet little pussy. You taste even better after a good fucking.”
I’m blushing like crazy and give his face a light smack. “Behave.”
Sawyer leans back, grinning with mischief, and he slaps my clit. I nearly cum. “Is that any way to talk to Daddy, Princess?”
I bite my lip as he stands. Sawyer steps into me, his hand cupping my heat, kneading just hard enough to make me moan. “I can eat your little pussy anytime I want,” he growls.
Oh God. He knows exactly when I really want him to behave—and when I don’t. “Y-Yes.”
He leans into my ear, his fingers dancing over my clit. “I should make you suck my cock, Princess. But that can wait. Right now I want you to cum for me.
My pussy clenches. Sawyer strums my clit faster and faster, and I grab his shoulders and cry out as my climax peaks.
“Feel better?” he says, a little too pleased with himself.
“Better than before.”
After the shower we dress in a hurry. Sawyer comes out of his closet in a flawless suit while I put on what I’d worn yesterday. I tell him I want to get some clean clothes from my apartment.
“Hurry back,” Sawyer says. “Waiting kills me.”
“Behave.”
“I’ll try.”
The renovation of my unit is in full swing. Fresh paint on the walls, tarps everywhere, and new furniture being assembled. The workers ignore my presence, and I have a feeling someone told them not to speak with me. I stuff some clothes and my toothbrush into a bag and grab my laptop. Before I leave, I get my makeup kit too. Why not. He says I’m beautiful. I might as well run with it.
Outside my door, I run into Maria Flores.
Her look tells me right away she wants to know why I’m getting the royal treatment from our landlord. Words escape me. Then Maria puts a hand on her hip and frowns like a big sister. “You hooked up.”
“It’s complicated.”
She makes a wide grin. “Not a crime to hook up, Cher. I knew you were different when I saw you. I was like, this girl has a special aura. She’s gonna change things.”
“Aura huh?”
“Aura, like this glow around your head.”
“Never noticed,” I say, laughing. “Should come in helpful at night.”
“I mean it. I gotta run to class, but you have to tell me everything later. Everything. Toodles.”
And just like that, she's off, leaving me feeling better about the day. Maybe moving to Avalon wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
When I get back to Sawyer’s place, he’s waiting for me by the door and pulls me into his arms. His kiss is desperate, as if I had gone for days instead of thirty minutes, and he manages to get my mouth completely open to suck on my tongue. I’m breathless by the time he pulls back.
; “Got your clothes?” he says.
“Yeah. I’ll get changed.”
I head toward the bedroom, but Sawyer grabs my wrist. “Do it here.”
“But—”
Sawyer kisses my neck. I have to admit he’s pretty good at that. “Do it,” he growls.
Under his eye, I strip off everything and pick out a pair of shorts and white top from my luggage. Bra and panties. Sawyer watches as I put everything on. He has an obvious erection.
“Cute,” he says.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
He runs a finger over my mouth. “Not ridiculous enough. You’re ravishing, baby girl. Now kindly show me your resume.”
“Huh?”
“You want a job right? Let me help.”
“I told you, I have to get it on my own.”
“And you will. I only want to see your resume.”
I open my laptop on the sofa and pull up my one-page life history. A high school diploma and four years working at Bo Klein’s Diner. I’m not expecting any miracles. Sitting beside me, Sawyer taps his chin. “It’s rather short.”
“I’m aware of that.”
He snaps his fingers. “You know where you should apply? BrightStar Energy. That company on the billboard.”
“What, is BrightStar looking for servers at their cafeteria?”
“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” Sawyer says.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re worthless.” He kisses the back of my hand. "I'm serious, you should apply. They're a big company last I heard, and they're always hiring."
“People with college degrees,” I say flatly. “Degrees and skills.”
“You have skills, Princess.”
I roll my eyes. “Waiting on tables.”
“Cheryl, I have a tenant in college not much older than you. She was looking for a job and applied to BrightStar. She got it.”
“Emphasis on college, mister.”
“What do you have to lose? Here—” Sawyer opens BrightStar’s website on my laptop “—they have a resume bank. Make a profile and upload your resume. See what happens.”
I shrug. Nothing to lose, I guess. With Sawyer’s arm around my waist, I create a profile and upload my resume. A confirmation page asks me what types of positions I’m interested in. And I click the any box. “There, satisfied?”
Sawyer nods. “Now, I believe we have a shopping trip on today’s schedule.”
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In D.C., we visit one luxury store after another, starting with Chanel, followed by other places with Italian names. Sawyer fits right in with the shoppers, but I don’t belong. In my cutoff shorts and sandals, I don’t even look the part. I feel like I did in high school, that girl who got free lunches and lived in the bad part of town.
But Sawyer refuses to let me slink behind him. He holds my hand like he’s my boyfriend, and after a while I start to enjoy his company.
He tells me to buy—meaning I pick and he buys—whatever catches my eye. Price tag irrelevant. This is a new experience. I pick out formal clothes for my soon-to-be-available job, though I try not to get my hopes up.
We have lunch at a café downtown, sitting outside in the cool spring weather, and there’s a lady at the next table cradling a tabby cat. The cat meows at Sawyer. He scratches its head, and the lady smiles at him.
“I thought cats made you nervous,” I say.
“Only stuffed ones.” Sawyer reaches for my hand on the table. “Nothing alive makes me nervous.”
“You’re a strange man, Sawyer.”
“And you’re too old to have a stuffed animal.”
“Don’t talk bad about Pixie. She’ll come alive someday and bite you.”
“Oh really?”
“When I meet my true love,” I say sweetly, “Pixie will turn into a real cat.”
Sawyer chuckles. “You like fairy tales, Cheryl?”
“A girl’s never too old for fairytales.”
Sawyer leans forward. “Maybe so, Princess. Got everything you wanted this morning?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. We’ll go somewhere else this afternoon. I want you to try on something for me.”
“What?”
“You’ll see.”
Nerves flutter in my stomach. “Uh-huh.”
Two hours later, Sawyer parks outside an upscale lingerie store called Boutique Enchantres.
“A friend recommended this place,” he says.
“Have a lot of friends who recommend women’s lingerie stores?”
Sawyer kisses my hand. “I asked for a recommendation. The best place to get something intimate for you.”
I turn my head at the display window to see a row of mannequins dressed in see-through nightgowns. My cheeks heat. “Intimate as in nightgowns?”
“More than nightgowns.”
Sawyer holds my hand and leads me into the store. Inside, everything looks very classy and chic. A saleslady introduces herself as Tanya. She measures my figure while Sawyer stands aside and watches, his eyes intense.
My face gets warmer as Tanya leads us to a display case. Sawyer picks out several items without checking the price. Tanya nods along agreeably, and a few minutes later boxes up everything and puts it in a bag. Even the bag looks expensive. I’m speechless. Tanya gives me these winks like I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
“Can she put them on here?” Sawyer asks her.
“Certainly,” Tanya says without losing a beat. “Fitting rooms are in the back.”
Sawyer guides me to the rear of the store. He picks a room and follows me in.
“You can’t come in here,” I hiss.
“I want to watch.”
“No way.”
Sawyer sets the bag down on a seat. “Don’t hide, Cheryl. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Show me.”
He moves behind me and his arms slip around my waist. In the mirror, he seems even taller, or maybe I'm just too short. He sniffs through my hair, and his erection pushes into my rear. "You're beautiful.”
I beg to differ, but his hands are sliding lower and lower to my shorts. He unbuttons them, and they slip to my ankles. He rubs the front of my plain panties, slowly and gently, and I let out a moan.
“We’re in public,” I whisper.
“I don’t care.”
My heart skips along. Sawyer pulls off my top next, then unhooks my bra. My nipples are stiff, and his fingers on them make me shiver. Then he yanks my panties down. I’m standing naked in front of the mirror, his hard cock rubbing against my bottom through his pants.
“You don’t know how beautiful you are,” he growls in my ear.
“You must be blind,” I murmur. “I’m nothing.”
He spins me around and holds my chin and forces me to look him in the eye. “Didn’t I tell you to stop talking that way?” A slap on my butt makes me yelp. “You’re amazing, baby. You are a queen, and you don’t even know it. From now on, whenever you talk shit about yourself, you’ll be punished.”
“Excuse me?”
He slaps my ass again, this time hard enough to sting. “Spanked, little girl.”
“Weirdo.”
He grabs my chin and kisses me savagely, sucking the air from my lungs. I feel a tug in my belly, a heat between my thighs. Sawyer kneels and kisses my pussy and circles his tongue around my clit. I’m growing wetter as my knees buckle. Sawyer takes out a small box from the bag and opens it. He pulls out a lace choker and clasps it around my neck. The front glimmers with a diamond. Even so, it looks suspiciously like a collar.
He pulls out more boxes from the bag while my body blooms with heat. A bra that barely covers half my boobs. And a tiny thong that Sawyer slides up my legs until the fabric tucks between my buttocks.
“Beautiful and sexy,” he says, glaring at me in the mirror.
“You’re out of control,” I say.
“I am,” he growls. “I want you now.”
“What?”
He pulls as
ide the front of my new panties, his fingers stroking up and down my wet folds. “Here, Cheryl. Now.” Sawyer’s fingers slide into me and rub gently under my front wall, brushing against that spot, teasing out my pleasure. “I can’t wait,” he says, gritting his teeth. “I need you now.”
I lean back, breathing in moans.
He lowers his pants and briefs, and his cock springs up. He thrusts into me with one swing of his hips. I clutch his shoulders, gasping for air, my muscles clenching and on fire.
“I love you,” he grits out. “Tell me who owns this pussy. Who gets to make you cum.”
“No one owns me,” I gasp.
“Not you. Your cunt. Your juicy little pink hole.”
“I . . . you do.”
He hooks his thumb in my mouth, and his tongue traces up my neck. “Good girl.”
Sawyer’s cock feels even harder as he angles up, pumping inside me. I can’t stop him. I don’t want to. In this moment, I belong to him. The tugging in my belly sharpens, and an itching ache builds between my pulsing walls. “I’m coming,” I whimper.
He leans in, his whole cock plunged in my channel. “Cum for me, Princess.”
I loop my arms around Sawyer’s neck and submit to his animal demands as he forces his cock deeper, his teeth grazing across my neck. My body explodes and my walls clench on his thickness. He’s rough. He’s gentle. He turns me liquid and molds me in his hands.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes!”
At the peak of my climax, he snares my mouth with his, and my eyes jump open when I feel his cock against the roof of my pussy. The discomfort makes me wince before pleasure sweeps through me in a tide. I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming, and I look down to see his wallet fallen out, open on the floor.
There’s a photo on the inside flap. A woman’s.
My body shudders with orgasm even as I frown at that picture. Sweat blurs my eyes so I can’t get a good look.
Sawyer grunts out his release deep inside me. “I love you,” he says again, setting me down slowly.
“Sawyer,” I say.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
He helps me dress, telling me to leave on my new lingerie, now soiled. I look away as Sawyer picks up his wallet, and I guess he thinks I didn't notice. Or maybe the photo isn't even important. It could be anyone, I tell myself. But what guy would carry a photo of just anyone in his wallet? No, it's someone important to him.