by ChaShiree M.
Storming down the street like a motherfucking toddler will not solve anything. It does feel good to rant and rave, even though it’s all being done on the inside. The fact that she loves someone else suddenly makes all her naysaying make sense.
“TORRAN,” she shouts from behind me. I realize I have gone pretty far down the street from her store, since I am now standing in front of the jewelry store. I stop and turn to watch as she is doing an all-out run towards me. Suddenly she stops in front of me and takes a few deep breaths. I stand there and wait rather impatiently for her to say something.
“You’re an idiot,” she finally says, which is causing me to frown. Is that what she chooses to say first to me? Now it seems my anger ratchets up another notch.
“How am I a fucking idiot, Migan? Tell me how?” I demand.
“I am not in love with someone else, you asshole.”
“It sure sounded like what you said,” I say.
“Well, if you had eavesdropped like a fucking creeper on the whole conversation, you would have heard that I was talking about you,” she almost screams back at me.
“Then, why have you been playing these motherfucking middle school games?” I shout. I know I should try and stop myself. She loves me, but there is adrenaline coursing through my veins and it’s not helping me to put a stop to what is coming out of my mouth. She fucking loves me.
“Middle school games? Seriously?! I am so glad my life and independence are joke to you,” she is definitely shouting now.
“It is not a fucking joke to me. Have you not been listening to me and what I say at all? Has there ever been a time when I have said anything about you not working? Or, not living your dream?”
“Well, no. Not yet. But I do know it’s coming,” she says jabbing her index finger into my chest. I grab her dainty little finger that has calluses from what looks like needle pricks.
At this point I do the only thing I can think of, I grab the back of her neck and pull her towards me to kiss her. Son of bitch. I knew it. She tastes like pure sugar. Now that I finally have her in my arms I’m never going to want to stop kissing her, but I also don’t want anyone seeing her like this. Pulling back from her amazing lips, I take her hand and all but drag her into the store.
“Get out and lock the door behind you,” I shout at a startled Sven. He isn’t doing anything but standing there and talking to Cymion. Well it was more like his way of flirting, but he still has got to go. He takes ahold of her hand and leaves without a word.
“What are you doing?” Migan asks.
“Finally making you mine,” I say as I am practically dragging her into my office.
“Wait,” she says.
“No. Answer me this one question. Do you want me?” I feel like one of my ancestor Vikings right now. One of the Vikings of old. I am about two fucking seconds of dragging her to my longhouse and taking what’s mine.
“Yes, but-” she starts, but I cut her off. She is mine. In this moment and right here in this place, I’d do anything to have her forever. That includes stopping her from protesting by making excuses.
“No buts,” I say as I am devouring her lips again.
Moving my hands into place, I slowly lift her up and set her down gently on my desk. My cock is hard and seeking the sheath of the woman it wants to be buried all the way in. She moans and leans back ready for me to get started.
I quickly unbutton her jeans and pull them along with her panties down her legs, after pulling her shoes off. Taking her blouse and lifting it carefully over her head. I know this is probably one she made. It’s pretty and I think the only one right now. Once the pretty lacy bra is off, I suck in a huge breath. This is going to cause me to have a heart attack. Her body is amazing and beautiful. She is tanned, yet somehow pale. It’s a true testament to her heritage.
“Fuck. You are gorgeous, pearl,” I breathe.
“Kiss me again,” she demands. I do because there is no way I would deny her anything she wants or needs at this very moment. First I kiss the hollow of her delicate throat and then move to take one of her light brown nipples into my mouth. There is no way I can take this shit anymore. I quickly take my clothes off and continue to kiss her, while I slam my cock into her soaking wet pussy.
I was not expecting her to be a virgin. I pause and hold my body still. Guilt is starting to surge through me for what I have done. The only thing that was going my mind is I thought I was only claiming her as mine. She’s so damn beautiful. It’s imperative I push away all thoughts of other men with my baby, because those kinds of thoughts just piss me off. But I thought for sure there were other men. She is so damn tight I could come from just being inside of her.
“Oh God,” she cries. When I don’t move, she moves her hips herself. She starts fucking herself on my cock. God, she is beautiful. Finally, I snap out of it and start fucking into her with all that I am.
Her fingernails dig into my pecs, arms, and shoulders as I slamming in and out of her. The bite of pain is comforting. We aren’t making love right now. I will correct that in the very near future. We are fucking as if we were animals, and doing it in the middle of the day in my office. Looking down between us, her virgin blood is on my desk calendar. I know that I will never look at March twenty-ninth two thousand nineteen the same way again. This is the day she became mine in every fucking way and I won’t soon forget it.
“Shit! You are so tight. I am going to fill your pussy with my come,” I shout.
“Do it. Do it now. I am going to come,” she chants. Her pussy squeezes my cock and I am done for.
“Now. Come for me, Migan. Soak my cock with your pussy’s juice. Give. It. To. Me,” I demand, forcefully thrusting into her tight cunt.
I fill her with my seed and when I am able to I pull out of her, somewhat reluctantly. Her snug pussy is where my cock wants to be. Always.
“Shit, Migan. I’m sorry. You deserved much more for your first time.” I say.
On one hand, I feel guilty as fuck for taking her like a fucking animal. On the other, I feel like a king for being her first and I would do anything to be her only.
I start to move away from her, and I don’t like the way it makes me feel or the glint in her eyes...
4
Migan
That was...that was AMAZING. Although it was on top of a desk in the back of a store, it is still the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. I know that it is because it was with the man I love. However, almost as soon as it’s over he pulls away from me. Now I am looking at his back and wondering if maybe being a virgin was a turnoff for him? There are some men who like it, but then there are others don’t want the responsibility. They think virgins are clingy and expect things. In a way, I guess it’s true because I do expect something from him. Not because I was a virgin, but because it was him who took me and made me a woman.
“Torran,” I whisper to try and get him to look at me. I wait a few seconds, but when he doesn’t turn but continues to sit on the chair, head bent, and shoulders hunched over. Getting down off the desk I go over to him.
“Torran, look at me.” I want, no I need to see the truth in his eyes and to know if I somehow ruined this. Or if maybe I wasn’t any good. Oh god. Was I awful? I know I didn’t do much. I laid there and took all the pleasure my greedy little body could handle. But I thought he was enjoying himself too. The way his eyes drank me in, while his mouth was ravenous for every inch of me. The feral look in his eyes as he rammed into me over and over demanding an orgasm from me. Maybe, somehow I was wrong. I need to get out of here. I can’t fall apart here and in front of him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was inexperienced and I didn’t make it good for you. I’ll go.” I hate that my voice wavers and the tears don’t wait for me to make it out of the room, before they are falling down my cheeks. Walking towards the door, I begin to fix my clothes. I have to get away from here.
The idea of bumping into him everywhere and all the time is going to kill me. As s
oon as the party is over I am going to go home to LA and get my mind back on my future. I almost get out the door when he wrenches me back.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He asks with his face buried in my neck. Despite how much my heart hurts right now, my neck tilts giving him more access.
“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to flip out on you. It’s because I feel like shit taking your virginity the way I did. Baby you deserve a bed filled with roses, candlelight, music playing, and me on my knees worshipping you. I lost control thinking you loved someone else and then hearing it was me.”
“I love you so much Torran.” I blurt out. Listening to him spout all these beautiful but unnecessary things, because he thought I needed them to give him my v-card. It makes me feel complete.
“It’s about time you see it my way baby. I love you too.” Huh. This love thing is not as scary as it seems.
5
Torran
Tonight is the party for the girls store and it’s as if the who’s who of the tri-town area. My uncles Om and Brand are even here. They don’t do shit unless someone needs help, so that’s surprising. But then I follow their lines of sight, and it all makes sense. Neither one of them are moving their eyes off of two girls that work at UTGARD.
It brings my own attention back to Migan, who I see is running around like a chicken with its head cut off. She has worked very hard for this moment and I am beyond proud of her. Unfortunately, she looks exhausted and that does not set well with me. I'll admit that I kept her up most of the night talking and making her mine over and over again. But I can tell her exhaustion is a year in the making culminating in this night. Migan made every outfit the ladies are wearing tonight. All seventeen of them. She is extremely creative and talented. The clothes she made are varied and some more intricate than others.
Her own dress is a floor-length silver with beads and fringe. She looks as if she has time traveled from the 1920s. Her long black hair is pinned up in a way that reflects the era. She has these sexy heels on that look like they are killing her, but all in all she looks stunning.
What I want to do is take her to the house I bought with her in mind even before I even knew her. All I want to do is take care of her. Once we finally met,, I started to design the inside. The living room is the only are I have done anything. I haven't done anything to the rest of the house, except the purchase of a bedroom set. It is a vintage set from the store Chip used to work at. There are plenty of rooms for any and all of our future children.
I made her an extensive design space in the largest of the additional bedrooms and found an antique drafting table for her to draw at too. The walls were left blank so she can do whatever she wants to get her creative side flow. My only hope is that when she sees the house and what I’ve done for her, it will back up what I’ve been saying the whole time. I love her and want her to succeed at every dream she has ever had.
I watch her as she works the room. She is the life of the party, and why shouldn’t she be? She has worked her adorable little ass off on this with the help of my niece. I am standing here nursing my beer, while staring at her like a love sick fool.
I also watch as my uncle Om tries to talk to Taryn, my brother’s pastry chef, and it looks like she’s rejecting him. Taryn walks away in a huff, but damn if I know anything about my uncle, that won’t last long. Someone should probably get Uncle Brand to keep an eye on the situation.
Speaking of…where is he? I start scanning the room looking for Brand. Even though there are seven of them, Om and Brand are the closest. I think it is due to the fact that they are only 11 months apart. But the point is where you see one you usually see the other. Looking towards the corner of the room, I see uncle Brand is talking to a waitress. I think her name is Jaymes. Well hell. He’s not going to be any help with Om. Shit! At least the girl he is talking to looks as if she wants to be there. Even if she looks a bit...young. Oh well, another problem for another day.
At the end of the night, we are the only two left at UTGARD. She is cleaning even though she doesn’t have to.
“Pearl? Let me take you home. It’s been a very long day for you,” I say into the crook of her neck. Her scent is quite intoxicating. I can’t put my finger on what it is, coconuts maybe.
“Let me finish doing this,” she says.
“Loki has people for that. Leave it,” I say.
“Fine. I can walk home though,” she counters back.
“I would like you to come to my house. There is something I want to show you,” I say.
“Alright,” she agrees taking my outstretched hand. We leave the restaurant and get in my car, a 2016 Audi. I drive us the few miles to my house with the hope it will soon be our house. Pulling into the driveway, she gasps.
“This is your house?”
“Yes. I only just bought it last year,” I say proudly.
“It’s lovely.”
“Thank you.”
“Will you give me a tour?”
“Of course,” I say getting out. I walk around the car and open the passenger door. Helping her out, I pick her up and carry her bridal style up the front steps, while being mindful of her hurting feet.
“Put me down, Torran. You don’t have to carry me,” she protests.
“I got you pearl. I’ll always have you,” I reply.
“I’m beginning to see that,” she whispers. I set her down and let her body slide down mine, so that I can unlock and open the front door.
“It’s has four bedrooms with room to add on. There is an office and it has a full basement.”
“That’s a lot of space,” she says as I turn the alarm off and the light on.
“It is. The code is 0814,” I say. “Remember that. You only have sixty seconds to enter it before it goes off.”
“0814. Got it.” she kicks her shoes off at the front door. “Ah,” she breathes. “That is so much better.”
“Why don’t we skip the tour? Have a glass of wine in a hot bath?”
“Oh my God, that sounds amazing.”
“Let me take care of you, pearl.”
“I’d like that, Torran.”
“Come,” I say as I take her hand and lead her to the master bath. The sunken jetted tub that holds six. Not that I’ve tested the theory out. It is to the right after walking in the door. I start the water and add a couple of oils and scents that my sister, Erika swears by.
“How come you have all this stuff? Is it for another girl?”
“Fuck no, baby. My sister said you’d like them. You are my one and only.” She smiles.
“I like the sound of that.” She turns putting her back to me. She turns her head slightly so that is rests on my shoulder. “Can you unzip me please?” her voice is breathy and makes me hard as a rock in two seconds flat.
“Of course,” I say as I do just that. The tub is filling and I help her down the stairs into the the hot water. I try not to stare too hard at her body as she descends into the water.
“You’re mine Migan. Tell me you know that,” I demand.
“I’m yours,” she says quickly. Thank fuck.
“Good girl,” I praise her.
“Did you say something about wine?” She asks settling back in the tub.
“I did. Red or white?”
“White please. I don’t want a headache tomorrow.”
“Coming right up.”
“I know it’s weird, but when I’m enjoying wine at home I need ice. I wish I could do that in public, but it’s frowned upon,” she says laughing.
“Icy white wine is coming right up. There is no judgement here,” I say going into the kitchen. I make her a glass of wine with ice and I grab a beer for myself. Going back into the bathroom I see her eyes are closed. She is humming, so I know that she is awake. “Relaxing?” I ask.
“Oh yes. It’s so nice. Are you going to join me?”
“No. If I get in there, I won’t be able to keep from fucking you,” I say honestly.
“A
nd that’s a bad thing?”
“Not at all. But if I’m fucking you, then I can’t rub your swollen aching feet. Why do women insist on putting them in those torture devices?” I ask.
“You seem to know a lot about women. Should I be jealous. Is this something you do for all the girls?” She asks. Her hot temper makes my cock even harder.
“Not at all. I’ve never had a woman in this house before. Shit, I didn’t even have a bed in here until the day before yesterday.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Now give me that foot,” I say smiling. She moans when I start massaging it.
“I could get used to this,” she says.
“You should.”
6
Migan
1 Month Later
This is a total clusterfuck. What the hell am I going to do? The morning started off great. I woke up wrapped in Torran’s arms as usually is the case. We make slow sweet love to one another before showering together, which ends up in a hard quick fuck. We both get dressed for work and he leaves before me.
The new addition lately to my routine is for me to be bent over a toilet and puking my guts out. It started a week ago, and I wasn’t concerned at first thinking I had the flu. When a few more days pass and Torran doesn’t turn up sick, but I keep vomiting up everything except my kidneys. I decide to go to the doctor. He blows my brain right out of my head by telling me I’m pregnant. Pregnant. As in having Torran’s baby.
I think I’m sitting in his office for about 20 minutes just staring at nothing, before I am able to compose myself. It isn’t until I make it to the car that I can feel the blood pumping in my veins again, as all my senses begin to return. By the time I drive to work, I am somewhere between delighted and terrified. Torran and I have not talked about the future much. Like marriage and babies. Though to be fair, he has never used a condom and I have never asked him to. Here I am a week after finding out about the pregnancy and I still haven’t told him.