Twisted

by Silver, Jordan

  “I told you about those looks?” I pushed a finger in her ass and she tensed up. I grinned.

  “You want me to fuck this ass again?” I know how much she hates that shit. She shook her head wildly and I slammed back into her cunt. “Then answer me.”

  “Please.” She arched her back as I pulled on her nipples. “What? Tell me.” I pinched her tits and held my cock still inside her, teasing the shit out of her. She was the first woman I’d ever spent this much time with in bed. I usually fuck and bounce and I for damn sure never let any of my pussy sleep in my bed, that shit tend to give women ideas.

  “Harder, deeper.” I could hear the blush in her voice and felt the heat of it in her body before it turned completely red. I pulled back and slammed into her going past the tight ring of her cervix until I kissed her womb with the head of my cock that was already dripping pre-cum deep inside her.

  Her screams were soon followed by moans of pleasure. I played with her body letting my hand run from her tits to her clit while that thumb stayed in her ass. I knew the only reason she didn’t like having my dick in her ass was because it made her feel too vulnerable. I’d been able to fuck that little tidbit out of her during one of our marathon fucks.

  She squeezed down on my cock and I gritted my teeth as I flooded her womb with my seed. I was going to hate giving her back but a deal’s a deal.

  9

  Nico

  * * *

  “Boss there’s something you need to know.” I wasn’t really paying attention. I haven’t paid attention to shit in weeks, not since I lost her. “What is it?”

  “It’s the girl.” I sat up and looked at him with my heart in my lungs. “If you tell me some fuck happened to her….”

  “No it’s nothing like that. She’s…” he broke off and looked at the ceiling.

  “She’s what? Is she hurt?”

  “Okay so for the past few weeks she’s been acting kinda strange, not keeping to her usual routine. Then today we followed her to this out of the way pharmacy. We had a hard time getting into her dorm but…”

  “But what?” What the fuck was his problem? He threw something on the desk. I didn’t know what the fuck I was looking at. Some kind of stick with a window at the end with a big pink dot.

  “What the fuck is that?”

  “It’s a pregnancy test. The pink dot means it’s positive.”

  I was out of my chair and headed for the door before he was done talking. “Where is she?” My dick was hard as fuck. Strange fucking reaction to learning I’m going to be a dad. There was more than that going on in my head though. I’d been beating myself up trying to figure out a way to get her back here, this was the perfect excuse.

  I never gave birth control a second thought when I was fucking her, another first for me.

  “We followed her back to the dorm after class. The car’s on her now so she’s still there. I thought you might want to know right away.”

  I took the stairs two at a time as my heart went into overdrive.

  “Take me to her.”

  * * *

  I sat in the back of the car and didn’t let myself think about shit. There was no point in making myself crazy, not until I see her for myself. Not until I have her back where she belongs.

  “Where is she now?”

  “Her detail says she’s at the library boss.” Shit, I would’ve preferred her to be somewhere with no witnesses but I can improvise. Hopefully I won’t have to shoot nobody’s kid for getting in my shit.

  The fucking place was crawling with people when we pulled up. “You want us to go in boss?”

  “No, I’ve got ‘er.” I slid out of the car and looked around. How do I play this? She’s pregnant so I can’t do any of my manhandling shit. But if I go too soft she’s gonna bolt. No fucking way is she running with my kid in her.

  I walked through the kids that were standing in my fucking way like they didn’t see me coming. One of the dicks made some kind of smartass comment and I looked back at him. He got smart quick and shut the fuck up. Good for him. I was in a fucked up mood not knowing where this shit was gonna end.

  I haven’t had any dealings with her old man since the drop off. But I knew he hated me and I hated his guts, nothing was ever gonna change about that. I’d been tempted as fuck to keep her. To spirit her away to my island compound and hide her ass away.

  That last night I’d woken up in the middle of the night to find her draped all over me. I stayed there like that with her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest, just watching her breathe. Her face was so angelic in repose, so innocent. Something in my heart had clutched and I’d pulled her in closer to kiss her hair.

  It was then I knew I was in serious trouble. Somewhere between me taking her and fucking the shit out of her, I’d fallen in love. That was one fucking emotion I could do without. Love had cost my dad his life. For the love of mom he’d basically stopped living the day she died so it might as well had.

  “Maybe in another life princess.” I kissed her forehead and slid out from under her.

  I sat up dressed and ready until the sun came up. For the past few hours I’d run hot and cold. It didn’t help that she kept giving me looks like I was throwing her away. She’d never admit it, but I think something had changed for her too. Maybe she had that Stockholm syndrome shit I don’t know. But by the fifth day she’d stopped sniping at me. And when I touched her, she turned to me instead of pulling away.

  That night before I’d found her in my arms, I’d made love to her. It was the first time I’d ever made love to a woman with my heart in it. She’d clung to me then too while my cock thumped away the last of my seed inside her. Her body still suffering aftershocks.

  Maybe it was the conversations we stared having that fourth day. I think she started them as a way to tame the beast, but the shit backfired on her. “Wait, why don’t you stay with me for a little bit. I…it’s boring in here all day alone.” She was either aiming to be let out or she was up to some shit.

  “What do you want to talk about princess?” She shrugged like a typical female like I was supposed to know what the fuck she wanted to talk about. I started to leave again because I’d already hit the pussy like four times the night before and twice again this morning before the sun came up. Fuck conversation. But she stopped me again.

  “No, I…tell me about yourself.” She fidgeted around on the bed where she sat wearing one of my shirts. I’d started letting her get dressed. I’d given her a look and thought, okay let’s play. Taking a seat on the chair next to the bed I stretched my legs out in front of me, unbuttoned the lone button on my suit jacket and crossed one knee over the other.

  Before I knew it we were actually having a conversation. Freaked me the fuck out. She finally got around to asking me about her dad and I told her about his part in the death of mine. I wasn’t necessarily trying to convince her of shit, just told her like it is and left it to her to believe whatever she chose to.

  She did look like she was giving it some serious thought, and when she asked me if I had any proof I showed her the mineral rights that he’d only transferred back a few days before. I didn’t tell her that he’d held up his end of the bargain and I hadn’t. For the first time in my life I was tempted to welsh on a deal.

  She’d looked so sad and alone after realizing that I hadn’t been bullshitting her. That bottom lip of hers had trembled like she was about to cry and before I knew what the fuck I was doing I was pressing her back into the bed. That was the first time she let me take her without giving me any of her shit.

  I took my time undoing the buttons of my white dress shirt that she’d put on after our morning fuck shower. “You look beautiful in my shirt baby.” I pulled the two halves of the shirt open slowly, revealing her firm high tits with the raspberry colored nipples.

  I blew on one of them while rubbing my palm lightly over the other. “So responsive. Feed me your tit.” She lifted ever so slightly until her tit brushed my lips. I stuck my
tongue out and licked her. Long slow torturous tongue licks across her nipple when all I wanted was to devour.

  She smelt fresh and sweet from her shower and her skin had this amazing taste that called to me. I let my hand roam down her middle until I reached her pussy. She didn’t have any underwear since I’d torn the only pair she wore the first day I took her, and had refused to buy her any after that.

  She spread her legs for me, just a little bit at first, until I ran my finger through her slit while tasting her lips with my tongue. She put her arms around my neck and let me finger fuck her. She moved beneath my hand and I teased her, taking my finger away until she moaned pitifully.

  “Tell me what you want baby. Show me.” I tacked on that last because her face had gone up in flames at my first order and I knew the second would be easier. She took my hand and put it back on her pussy and I hid my smile in the kiss I deepened. I’ve closed many a deal in my time, had accomplished some pretty heavy-duty shit. But none of that came close to what I felt when she put my hand on her pussy and pushed herself into my palm, begging me without words to touch her.

  “You’re so soft.” She was very responsive to words. I’d noticed when we’re fucking the nastier I talk the more her pussy clamps down around my cock and the wetter she gets. “You like my finger in you?” I added another finger, as I looked into her eyes before lowering my head to her other nipple.

  This time I wasn’t as gentle. I bit her nipple hard enough to sting while fucking her pussy with two fingers and strumming her clit with my thumb. “I want to taste your pussy. Will you let me?” I nuzzled from her lips to her ear before making my way down her body not really waiting for an answer.

  “I love your shaved pussy baby. You’re so soft and pink. And so wet for me. Do you want my mouth? Nod your head yes if you want me to eat your pussy princess.” She closed her eyes tight and nodded while biting into her lip.

  I licked her pussy with the flat of my tongue ending at her clit before going back to her tight little cunt hole. I stiffened my tongue and fucked her with it while lifting her ass in my hands. She arched and came on my tongue when I slipped my finger into her ass, using her pussy juice to ease the way.

  Before she was fully recovered from her orgasm I slid up her body while fighting with my zipper, fished my cock out and slipped into her. Her pussy had been nicely stretched but she still had a little trouble taking me. “You have the tightest little pussy. Feel how hard you make me.” I took one of her hands and led it down between us to wrap around the few inches that I hadn’t shoved into her belly as yet.

  Now here is why I don’t consider this the first time I made love to her as opposed to fucking the pink off her pussy. As soon as I felt her hand on my cock while I was sliding in and out of her, something inside me snapped. I snatched her hand away, lifted her legs over my shoulders and pounded into her.

  She cried out when my cock hit bottom and I went after her tits again, biting and sucking while my cock grew even harder inside her. Her acceptance was making me crazy. She ran her hands over my chest and reached for my mouth until I gave her my tongue. I held the back of her head in one hand and planted the other in the mattress as I deep stroked her pussy.

  It fell just short of lovemaking when I pulled out of her pussy, pushed her legs back to her ears and slammed into her tight ass. She came with my first stroke into her ass. I held her ankles in my hands and watched as my cock slid in and out of her ass hard. “Fuck, so tight.” I gritted my teeth and prayed not to come too soon but her ass was so hot and smooth around my cock.

  I fucked her so hard the king sized mahogany bed knocked into the wall and her body slid up the bed from my pounding thrusts. “You’re my little anal slut aren’t you baby?” Her mouth was open and she gave me this weird look before her hand went to her pussy and she fucked herself with three fingers. Her scream this time was the loudest I’d ever heard and only spurred me on to fuck her ass like a maniac.

  I was too hard to cum and my balls were starting to hurt. I needed to cum, but I didn’t want to leave her body. Her hand was moving faster now as she alternated between fucking her cunt and frigging her clit. “Yes-yes-yes, fuck me, fuck me; fuck meeeeeeeee….”

  She slammed her ass down hard on my cock and I started shooting off in her ass. Then I did something I’d never done before. I pulled out of her ass and shoved my still hard cock back into her wide-open pussy. I planted both hands in the bed and with her legs still pushed back to her ears, fucked my cock into her like a jackhammer.

  I let her legs drop to around my waist and wrapped both hands around her throat and slammed her pussy through orgasm after orgasm. “Squeeze my cock baby that’s so fucking good.” Her pussy was one constant throb around my dick, milking me, trying to pull my seed into her pussy.

  “I want in your womb again.” Taking her ankles in my hands I spread her open. I pulled my cock out of her until just the fat head stayed lodged inside her cunt before slamming balls deep into her. Her screams were tinged with pain but still she moved beneath me, digging her nails into my ass and biting into my shoulder.

  My head went back as I ground my cock into her, making sure to press her clit beneath my pelvis. Her spasms set off an avalanche and I shot a fuck load of seed inside her.

  I blew off work and spent the day in her, on her, over her. She was a sore pitiful mess by the end of the night, but I couldn’t resist turning to her time and again. The way she clung to me, held onto me each time as if afraid I’d let go had my heart cracking open just a little. That’s why she had to go.

  But the one and only time I really truly made love to her. That soft shit where you’re whispering and shit and you realize for the first time that you’re not just spewing fuckery to get in the pussy, your dick stays hard because he knows he’s found his fuck mate; that’s the shit that scared the fuck outta me. Now here we are.

  * * *

  STACEY

  * * *

  What am I gonna do what am I gonna do what am I gonna do? I stared down at the page not seeing the words that were written there. My body had become numb ever since the pregnancy test but my mind wouldn’t shut off. I am so fucked.

  My hand went to my tummy where the little seed was already growing, his seed. Even now weeks later I still blush at the memories. But now those memories were tinged with fear. I’ve really done it now. Pregnant and alone!

  I’d cut all ties with dad a few days after Nico released me, sent me away. That was the day I asked him point blank how he could’ve done the things he’d been accused of. Of course by that time I had already begun to believe Nico’s version of events and I’d approached dad as though I knew for a surety that he’d defrauded Nico’s dad.

  Believing that his enemy had indeed shared all with me, he’d admitted to everything, but the kicker was when he’d tried to convince me that it was all for me, for my future. I was already feeling raw and confused over my time with Nicolo. I was ashamed of the fact that I’d fallen in love with my captor.

  I read everything I could get my hands on looking for an explanation. At first I thought it was Stockholm syndrome and I’m sure every psychiatrist worth his or her salt would’ve labeled it that, but somehow I wasn’t buying it. I craved him like a drug. Being apart from him was like leaving a limb behind and the pain of not being close to him was unbearable.

  I would never have believed in the beginning that things would turn out this way. I’m still not sure what it is about him that had started me looking at him in a different light. At first I thought he was a lying criminal who had some sort of beef with my dad and was trying to muscle him into doing his bidding. But as time went by and I watched him, I got the sense that he wasn’t the type.

  There was something about him that said he was more straightforward than that. It was a shock to realize that this man who’d taken me, who’d done such monstrous things to my body, was more honest with me than the man I’d spent my whole life looking up to.

  I’d come to crave h
is touch, whether it was being tied to his bed and used for his own pleasure, or coming on to the end when he’d touch me as though I were the most precious thing in his world. He’d probably freak if he knew I’d seen more than what he was willing to share with the world.

  When he wasn’t growling and threatening, I could see behind the mask and what I saw made my heart squeeze. Of course I had to deal with the guilt I felt. It was a betrayal of my dad. I hated myself the first time I wanted him. Until then he had initiated all our encounters. And even though my body responded I was confident that he hadn’t breached the recesses of my mind.

  And then that fateful day I’d asked him to stay and talk to me. He’d been telling me for days that he was taking me back to dad but each day I woke up in his bed. I’d been trying to get to his soft side if he had one, but something had changed while he was telling me about himself.

  Not only did he have a soft side, which he hid very well, but he was also one of the most honest men I’d ever met. I started seeing his strength not as something to fear, but as a comfort. I fought these new feelings even as I sat there falling under his spell. But once he touched me with such reverence, with such care, I was a goner.

  Up until the morning he took me back I was silently hoping that he’d change his mind. I couldn’t come right out and ask him to keep me that would’ve been too much. But I’d wished for it nonetheless. And when he drove me to my family mansion himself, the way he’d refused to look at me even though he’d held my hand all the way there as though he’d never let go, it had taken everything in me not to utter out loud the words that had been screaming in my head.

  Dad had mistaken my melancholy mood in the days following for something else. He’d bent over backwards to make it up to me, but I noticed he hadn’t told the cops what had really happened. Instead he’d spun a story of me going off for a breather because college life had gotten to me and I needed a break.