by Jisa Dean
"How many people have um...?" I don't want to be ungrateful but I also don't want to think about all the bodily fluids that may be on this thing.
"It's a virgin too, love, I just got it delivered when I left for the weekend," he pulls my chin down so my mouth opens a little and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. "Almost like fate knew you were coming to me and I should be ready for you."
I gasp at his words but he goes on, "Sweet, innocent Meena. Do you want to play with me? There's curiosity behind your eyes but I won't do anything until you're ready," the entire time he runs his hands across my lips and cheeks. "And I don't think you're ready just yet."
It's almost scary how he seems to be able to read me better than I can myself. I want to tell him I want all of the things he's offering but I can’t make my mouth move and say the words. I don't have to worry about things getting awkward because Jeremy just keeps talking.
"We need to get you clothes. Come on, I have something you can wear until we order you some new ones."
"What? No," he stands from digging in his closet so he can look at me with his intense blue-green eyes. "I can't pay for new clothes. I have to save what I have so I can move. I..."
"One, you need to go take a shower and change into these. It'll make you feel better," he hands me boxer shorts and a t-shirt that looks like it could swallow me. "Then you need to stop assuming I am going to take something from you for taking care of you. You need clothes. We don't know how long you are going to be here and unless you're ready to run around naked with me, which, I don't think you are, then you need clothes. Now, go take your shower so I can have mine."
I reluctantly go into the bathroom and close the door. Jeremy doesn't have a tub and that makes me sad but his shower is like something out of a sci-fi novel. It has two shower heads and everything is glass and shiny chrome. In fact, a lot of Jeremy's house is done in chrome and steel and glass.
My hands shake as I unbutton my shorts and let them drop down to my ankles before stepping out of them. I have never been comfortable getting naked at someone else's house, even when I was younger and had sleepovers I would just sleep in what I already had on to avoid the whole getting naked thing. Now I am in a strange man's bathroom, getting naked and using his shower and for the first time, I don't have a home to go back to once the sleepover is done.
I take the tank top off and adjust the heat of the water before I cautiously step in and shut the glass door behind me. I want to make quick work of cleaning myself before I can use all of his hot water but I can't help letting out a moan when the water flows over me. God, it feels good to not have to worry about someone coming in and taking something from me I don't want to give. I am sure of one thing, even if Jeremy wants me he would never force me to do anything I didn't want to do. He told me as much and I believe him on a level that has to be instinctual to some degree. This might be the first time I'm safe in years and that makes me want to sit down and cry.
Chapter 7
Jeremy
I have to give her time to trust me but damn is it going to be hard to make it until that happens. I call and set up a doctor's appointment, set a meeting with the local college's counselors, and Tray back so I can ask about the sizes of the clothes she wore on the trip. Tray gives me some shit but I can tell he's also thankful that someone 'took the kid in' and she isn't going to have to go back to her sister's again.
I think back on our phone conversation and smile.
"Tray I need the sizes off her clothes that you got from the campsite but just the shorts and the shirts. Don't touch her underwear, got me."
"What the hell for? Are you cross dressing now or something? Cause I got to be truthful with you, buddy, I don't think you and Meena wear the same size."
"I'm buying her new clothes, you ass. She can't stay here naked. She would be uncomfortable and I would never get anything done."
"Why?" I reach deep and try to remember that he is probably just concerned about what's happening with Meena and that he is my friend no matter how annoying he can be sometimes.
"Because she's going to be staying here with me for a while and even though I wouldn't mind her walking around naked, she would. Now give me the damned sizes so I can call the doctor before she comes out of the shower."
"Why are you calling a doctor? Is she sick? Hurt or something? What the hell man, you had her in your care for all of two hours and you already need a doctor for her?" I hear his voice escalate as the bombardment of questions goes on and on.
"I'm making her an appointment to see a gynecologist about birth control, you nosey shit. Not that it's any of your business but if she doesn't want to have a baby just yet I want her to have the option to choose when and how." even as the words baby and Meena come out in the same sentence I'm a little light headed. I haven't asked Meena what her plans for family and the future are but I want to give her the ability to be able to choose.
"When the hell? Did you go all Daddy Dom on me, Jeremy?" now the ass is laughing and I find myself less and less amused by our friendship.
"Son of a bitch, I never thought I would see the day that the great Jeremy Reese wanted to be someone's Daddy." I let him go on horse laughing for another minute before I stop him.
"She's my responsibility now and mine to help and protect. I'm not going to have her knocked up and pregnant without knowing that is what she wants. It doesn't make me a Daddy Dom either you twisted little shit. Now give me the damned sizes."
"Tell me this, Jeremy," I wait for the doozy he's going to drop on me, "If I wanted to share her with you, would you let me? Or another dom for that matter?"
I growl at just the thought of someone else's hands on her and my vision goes absolutely red thinking about another cock being anywhere near her. Before I can stop myself I tell him as much, "Meena is not to share. She's mine."
"And we have a Daddy Dom in the house," Tray's voice is condescending as hell. "You gonna dress her up in little girl dresses and make her sit on your lap?"
The image of Meena in a fluffy dress sitting on my lap as I get her off does make me hard as fuck. "I'm going to kill you."
It's a mostly empty threat. I am just as shocked as Tray is that I am sitting here on a Sunday evening calling places and people on a holiday, pulling strings to have Meena seen by a doctor and setting her appointments for her. I DO NOT play that way. I am not into the whole 'call me daddy, little girl' thing.
I have friends who play that way, some at the club we all hang out at, but not me. I like to get consent, get ready and get the whip and then walk afterward. Not my problem you got shit you got to do at home, I'm just here for the scene and then move on. Meena's different. She inspires in me something that wants to push the boundaries of what I used to think I wanted.
"I'm glad she's got you. Hell, I'm glad you got her for that matter. Couple of us were starting to worry about you, to be honest. Last time we were at the club, man, you looked empty inside and it started to scare me a little bit. I guess that's why I invited you this weekend, just to make sure you were doing okay."
I had been working a little harder than normal but I hadn't really changed. Maybe it just got harder to hide the emptiness I was feeling inside from all the people around me. Whatever it was, Meena fixed it.
"I am. I'm feeling more inspired than I have felt in a long time to tell you the truth."
"Good. You all will be good for one another I can tell. And I'm just glad someone took the kid in when you did. It could have been so much worse for her."
I don't want to think about that. I might go back to the campground and kill them if I thought about it too long. Tray gives me the sizes and I hang up and make my other calls. By the time I'm done. Meena is out of the shower and walking towards me, my boxers in her hand.
"I can't wear them." She hands them to me but she won't meet my eyes. I take them and her hand and pull her close to the computer chair I'm in.
I position her so she's standing between my legs and run my hands
up the backs of her legs. The shirt is big enough to be a dress on her. My hand goes up smooth legs farther and farther.
"You wearing underwear, baby?" She blushes and looks anywhere but at me. "Answer me. Let me know what you got on under there."
"Nothing." It's the barest whisper.
"Can I see?"
Her eyes flash to mine now and she swallows. She waits for a minute and then slowly takes the edge of the shirt in her hands and lefts it inch by mouthwatering inch. The vee of her legs comes into view and then the trimmed curls that nestle up against her pussy lips. She stops when she gets to her hips.
"Can I touch?" I'm pushing but who could look at something so pretty and not want to touch it. Or hell, taste it.
She nods her head but that's not good enough. 'Give me words, Meena. Tell me what to do to you."
She takes a breath and I fully expect her to put the shirt down and tell me she's done for the day. But I am pleasantly surprised when she takes my hand that still remains wrapped around hers and places it over her wet lips. "You can touch me. If you want to."
"Oh, I very much want to." I run the tip of my finger across the skin of the outer lips and it comes away wet.
I want her used to my touch. I want her to know who her protector is. I want her to yearn for my touch like I yearn to touch her.
"Why don't you come sit on my lap and let me pet you while you pick out some new clothes." Son of a bitch, Tray was right. I have started acting like a damned Daddy Dom.
She jerks back away from my touch, "I'm not a whore."
I am pretty sure my eyebrows are in my hairline just from the shock of her thinking that I would assume she is letting me touch her so she can get something from me. I take a minute to not only find the right words but to silently curse her sister and the shitty people Meena had to hang around.
"That comment cheapens me just as much as it cheapens you. I don't have to pay for sex and this is not what that is, Meena. You are going to be staying with me for a while and even though I would enjoy you romping bare-assed in my home as I try to work, I don't think either of us would get a lot done. If it makes you feel any better you could start working for me." I sweep my hand over the pile of crap lying on my desk. "Clearly I need some help."
She looks from me to the desk and back again. "Okay."
"Okay, you'll work for me or okay you want to sit on my lap and let me play with your pretty little pussy while we look at clothes?"
She opens her mouth but stops to think about what she is going to say next, "Both."
I lean back and pat my knee so she can sit. She gingerly moves to sit with her legs together when I take her by the hips to stop her from sitting and turn her body so that she has no other option but to sit facing the computer screen with her legs on either side of my knee and balance herself on my thigh. When she sits she remains stiff for a little while before she really gets into the shopping. I stroke the outside of her lips and even though she is getting wetter and leaving a little wet spot on my knee I don't move farther along. Not until we hit confirm on the last purchase and I notice she is starting to wiggle more and more on my knee.
"You want me to make you feel good now? You want me to touch you in some more places? Like I did in the tent?" I whisper it in her ear and she shivers.
"Yes." It's not a whisper now.
"Where?"
Her face gives the struggle that is going on inside her away. "Inside." Her voice is less sure now.
"Like this?" I run my finger in between her lips and strum her clit. Her head falls back on my shoulder. "Or like this?" I circle her tight hole and dip one finger in just far enough that she knows it can be deeper if she wants it to be.
Her breath catches, her back arches and she pushes her hips up to meet my hand, "Oh, umm...." She shakes her head mutely.
"Tell me which one you like, which one you want me to do?" I run my hands up under the shirt she's wearing and stop just shy of cupping her breasts.
She whines and keeps pushing her hips up, "I want it all. I want everything you can do to me, Jeremy. Please."
God, she broke so easily and beautifully. She feels things so much deeper than most and her body is sensitive and soft. I would never go at her as hard as I went after some of the women I've spanked and whipped at the club. That doesn't mean I'm not going to spank her. Just that she is different.
I use my thumb to play with her clit while I dip my finger farther and farther in. She's soaking my pants leg with how wet she is and I use the opportunity to touch her tightly puckered back hole too.
"Oh!" If I didn't have my arms around her she would have stood up and ran away I am sure. Instead, I just shush her and run the tip of my finger over the smooth skin. "You can stop me anytime, love but you did say I could do everything."
Her eyes widen and she looks deeply into my eyes maybe checking if I will hurt her or if I really will stop if she wants me too. "Okay." Her little puff of breath touches my lips and I can't help but want to take her mouth at the same time I take everything else.
I capture her lips and slide my hand up, gently cupping her breast at the same time I push on her tight rosebud and my finger slips into her ass. She gasps again and I take the opportunity to push my tongue in her mouth and find hers. She kisses me back but I can tell she is either new at it or hasn't done it very much. Either way, she is a fast learner and by the time we break for air she is moaning almost standing up so she can ride my fingers better.
I've slipped my whole finger in her ass and love the way it offers little kisses as I slid a little further in her pussy. Not too much further because I don't want to break her hymen with my fingers and I don't want her first sexual experience to be one of pain. That's for later. I rub the skin between the two holes with both of my fingers and she stops moving and looks to me with fear and worry in her eyes but also want and urgency. I apply pressure to her clit with my thumb and push a second finger into the opening of her ass.
"It's okay, love. You are going to be okay. Just give me the orgasm you need to have and you'll feel much better. Don't fight it, let it come."
Her thighs start to shake and she jerks in my arms. She tenses up everywhere. She's standing up straddling my leg now and even though it makes her tighter I am still two fingers deep in her ass. She has so much more stretching to go before she can take me there but for right now I concentrate on giving her the best orgasm of her life.
She screams my name out and squeezes down on my fingers. The walls of both her ass and her pussy quiver and ripple in spasms that leave her wetter than I think I've ever seen a woman. Her cream runs in streams down her legs and she gives one more contraction before she collapses back into my lap. I slowly pull my fingers out of her and she quivers again at the sensation of losing me inside her.
"Very nice, Meena. You did so good taking my two fingers in your ass. I assume that was the first time for your cute little bottom too?" I don't take away my fingers and sit waiting for her to answer me with my fingers still gently touching every part of her. She's like a wet soft flower that just opened up for me. When I pull my fingers away there's a copious amount of her on them and I bring them to my mouth to taste her.
"Answer me, Meena. I don't like being ignored and we have to communicate with one another for this to work." She tenses up and before when she was all soft and languid now she's stiff and pushing my hands away. Or trying to.
"Yes. I've not done any of the things you've made me do today."
Whether it is the fact that she is pushing me off something that is mine or the fact that she tried to pass of the blame so that it is solely at my feet that she is losing her innocence I don't know but the anger in me flashes up. I'm going to have to take control of this quick or I am going to have her bent over the brand new fuck furniture buried so deep in her she won't have a choice about becoming a mother or not.
I stand her up but hold her hips so she doesn't move away from me. She's still spread open across my knee. She thinks for a mo
ment that I am letting her get away but then I take both of her hands in my own and bend her over the edge of the desk so that her hands are wrapped around the end of it. I kick her legs farther apart and, while still sitting behind her, spank her ass.
She gives a little cry and moves her hands from the desk to the back of her butt, trying to keep me from spanking her again.
"Hands on the desk, Meena, or I use the paddle." She gasps but quickly places her hands back on the desk where I put them. "Do you know why I am spanking you?"
She shakes her head.
"Words, Meena. I want yeses and noes unless I put a gag in your mouth so you can't say anything and I don't think you're ready for that."
She trembles but doesn't hesitate, "I don't know why Jeremy."
I have to take a deep breath and back my chair up to stand and adjust my cock. It's only a hand full of times that she's said my name and the breathy way it whispers past her lips is making it hard for me to think of the reason too.