Filthy Beast

by B. B. Hamel

  I’m going to let Gavin give me what I’ve always dreamed about.

  15

  Gavin

  She’s quiet on the ride over to my apartment. I try to draw her out in conversation, but she clearly doesn’t want to talk, and I don’t want to press.

  Something happened. That’s pretty obvious. Something has been happening, but this is new. I don’t know what it is, but I do know that I have to wait until she’s ready to talk. I don’t want to push and risk upsetting her further.

  We get back to my apartment and head right upstairs. Once inside, I pour her a glass of wine and I get myself a whisky with a single large piece of ice. I swirl it around as she goes and sits on my couch.

  “You’re quiet tonight,” I say.

  She shrugs a little bit. “I guess so.”

  I walk into the living room and go to the fireplace. It has a little gas nozzle in the back with a starter and a fake log. I just have to hit a single button and the fire starts up.

  “You don’t have to talk,” I say to her. “If you don’t want to.”

  She gives me a little smile. “Oh yeah? What should we do instead?”

  I shrug. “Do you like puzzles?”

  She gives me a look. “Like what kids do?”

  I grin and nod. “Sure. We could do a puzzle. Maybe we could play Yahtzee.”

  “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

  I laugh and sit down on the couch next to her. “Do I really seem like the type of man to play Yahtzee?”

  She smiles a little bit. “You never know.”

  “Ouch. That’s almost insulting.”

  Her smile grows. “You’re the one trying to make a puzzle.”

  “I’m willing to try anything to get you to quit sulking.”

  She crosses her arms. “I am not sulking.”

  “You are. I don’t know why, and you don’t have to tell me, but you really are.”

  She sighs and looks down at the couch. She sips her wine.

  “Remember the guy you were bidding against?” she asks.

  “Vaguely,” I say.

  “His name is Milo Fitzwilliam.”

  That sounds familiar. “Old family, right? They own that bank?”

  She nods. “Our families are very close, or at least they used to be.”

  I can feel a tingling in my toes as I start to understand. “And your family, they like this Milo guy, right?”

  “Right,” she says. “It’s so awful, Gavin.”

  “What did they do?” I ask her softly.

  “I’m like a piece of furniture to them.” She stands up, looking angry, and paces across the living room. “They want me to marry Milo, not because I want to, but because it would be good for our family politically.”

  I watch her silently, but inwardly I can feel my anger growing. Her fucking family is unreal. They’re like some ancient dynasty from Europe or something, trying to marry off their daughter to better their family’s position. It’s so fucking strange and inhuman.

  She’s a goddamn person, with wants and needs and desires and dreams, but her father seems to think she’s just a chess piece to be used as he sees fit. It’s so infuriating.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I say, standing.

  “That’s the thing,” she says, whirling on me. “They don’t care what I want. They already went behind my back and told Milo and his family that I agreed to the marriage.”

  That hits me like a blow to the chest. “They did what?”

  “They tried to marry me off behind my back,” she says softly. I can see the tears spring to her eyes.

  I go over to her quickly and take her in my arms, pulling her against me. “You don’t have to do it,” I say.

  “Then what?” I ask him. “My family will disown me, and everything I am is tied up in them. I don’t even have an education because they wouldn’t let me.”

  “We’ll figure it out,” I say, totally at a loss.

  She shakes her head and I hold her tightly, trying not to let the anger that’s rolling through my body show too much.

  They really don’t care about her at all. But she’s right, everything she has is totally tied up with her family. They were smart when they wouldn’t let her go off to school. She doesn’t have any independence because they’ve made her that way. Now that she’s finally seeing what they did to her, it’s almost too late.

  But not totally. I can help her. I just need her to know that she has other options.

  I tilt her head up toward me. “So that’s why you’re here,” I say softly. “Why you said you’re ready.”

  She nods slowly. “I am ready.”

  Desire slowly floods through me. “Are you sure?” I ask her. “I don’t want you to rush into anything you’re not prepared for.”

  “I’m sure.” Her eyes are gorgeous and I can’t help myself.

  I kiss her full and deep. I let myself get lost in the moment, and for a second, I forget all about her family. I forget about the fact that they want me to stay far away from her, and can probably hurt me pretty badly if they want to. I forget about Silas and about Chuck warning me to stay away from her. I forget about it all.

  There’s only Sadie in this moment.

  I kiss her deep, my tongue in her mouth, her taste in mine. I slowly pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside. She’s wearing a gray bra and I feel her breasts as she presses tighter against me.

  I cup her ass and pull her tight, kissing her deeply. She doesn’t resist when I step back slightly and unbutton her jeans. I tug them down over her hips, getting her partially naked.

  She stands there in just her bra and matching panties, and my cock is hard as fucking hell. I step back and look at her, which only makes her blush.

  “Turn for me,” I say.

  She obeys, turning around. “I’ve never let someone look at me like this before,” she says, a little shy.

  “I know that,” I answer. I slap her ass and she seems surprised.

  “Gavin!”

  “No,” I say, taking her hair in my fist. I pull her back against me, her ass against my hard cock. “Right now, I’m your Daddy.”

  She gasps as I reach around her hip with my other hand and slowly slip my fingers down underneath her panties. She’s dripping wet, just like I knew she would be. I slowly begin to rub her wet clit in circles, causing her whole body to tense. I grip her hair with my other hand, and I know that I’m going to dominate her.

  I want to destroy her fucking pussy, fuck her hard and deep, make her scream. But I have to hold myself back, at least at first. She’s a virgin, and she’s not used to a man like me.

  But I’ll teach her.

  16

  Sadie

  Pleasure washes through my body as his fingers begin to roll around my clit in soft motions. I can’t believe that he has me half-naked already, my hair in his one fist, his other hand down my panties. I press my back against him and feel his hard body behind me as he slowly touches my body.

  This is what I need. I want to forget about my problems, but more than that, I want to feel good and give myself to a man like Gavin. He’s perfect and I know that I’m making the right choice.

  “Tonight, you’re going to find out what it means to have a Daddy,” he says softly in my ear.

  I moan a little bit at his touch. “Yes, Daddy,” I say. “I want you to teach me.”

  “Here’s your first lesson: get down on your knees.”

  Excitement floods me as I drop slowly down to my knees. He’s still behind me, as he reaches down to unhook my bra. He feels my bare breasts, bending forward to kiss my neck. I reach up to run my hand through his hair. He steps back after teasing my hard nipples and takes my wrists.

  He puts them down behind me. I hear him pull his belt from his pants. I gasp as I figure out what he’s doing.

  “Gavin!” I groan.

  I feel his breath hot in my cheek. “Daddy,” he gently corrects. “Make that mis
take again and I’ll punish you.”

  I bite my lip. “Daddy. What are you doing?”

  “I’m tying your hands behind your back.”

  “I’ve never done this before.”

  “Good.” He kisses my cheek gently. “There’s a lot you’ve never done.”

  He expertly wraps the belt around my wrists, binding them together. It’s tight but not too tight, and I can’t move them. He walks around me slowly, looking at me as I’m kneeling on his living room floor.

  I’m suddenly very aware of him, of every move he makes. I’m so excited that I can barely think. He pulls his shirt off and slowly removes his pants until he’s just standing there in his boxer briefs. His body is immaculate, amazing, ripped and gorgeous. He has tattoos, which doesn’t surprise me.

  He steps forward and takes my chin, lifting it up. “Little Sadie,” he says. “Here’s your last chance. If you’re afraid and want to back out, I’d do it now. Because after this,” he smirks at me, “you won’t want to.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper.

  “Good girl.” He steps back from me and pulls down his boxer briefs, revealing his long, thick cock.

  I stare at it, completely shocked. He’s bigger and thicker than I’ve ever seen before. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wasn’t sure if I could handle a guy like him.

  “Gavin…” I say softly.

  He grins at me. “I warned you,” he says.

  I realize my mistake, but too late. He goes behind me and gently pushes me forward until my face is against his rug, my ass in the air, my hands tied behind my back.

  “Daddy!” I gasp as he slaps my ass, hard. He spanks me again and again. It stings, but just before it starts to hurt, he presses his fingers deep inside of my pussy.

  I groan, shocked at how the sudden pleasure counteracts the pain. In fact, the pain seems to make the pleasure that much sweeter. He slides his fingers in and out of me for a few moments, getting me to moan and twist my hips. He pulls them back out then gets me back up on my knees.

  “Good girl,” he says softly. “That’s your punishment.” He stands in front of me, stroking his long, thick cock, and grins. “Now, open up.”

  I do as I’m told, opening my mouth. He slides his thick cock between my lips and I groan a little bit. He’s so thick and long, I can barely get him inside my mouth.

  He wraps his hands through my hair as I start to suck his cock, sliding up and down his thick shaft.

  “That’s right, use those little virgin lips to suck my cock,” he whispers. “God damn, you look so sexy down on your knees. Do you like being tied up for me?”

  I moan and nod as I keep sucking him. I’m totally lost in the moment, not thinking clearly, not caring about anything at all. The only thing I care about is Gavin, my Daddy, at this moment.

  He presses his cock deeper into my mouth, sliding into my throat. I gag a little and he pulls back, smirking at me.

  “You have to learn to take my cock into your throat,” he says gently.

  I nod my head, eyes tearing up a bit, but I want it so badly. He slides his cock forward again, and this time, before I can gag, I suppress it.

  “Good,” he says. “Fuck, that’s good. I love feeling your throat around my fucking cock.”

  I let him slide himself as deep as he can. I can’t take him all, I just don’t think that’s physically possible, but I get most of it in before he slides back out. I gasp and groan a little bit. I manage to get him back in my mouth and I suck his tip, greedily wanting him.

  “Legs spread,” he commands me. I obey, sitting up on my knees, spreading my legs wide. “Look at those fucking hips,” he says. “And that back. You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”

  He pulls his cock back and steps away, looking at me while stroking himself. He tips my chin toward him and kisses my lips slightly.

  “Are you ready?” he asks me.

  “I don’t know,” I admit, my heart suddenly beating fast in my chest.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he says. “At least at first. I promise.”

  I nod my head once, and I realize that I’m afraid. I don’t know why I’d be afraid. I know he’ll take care of me. I know it’s going to feel good.

  But it’s my first time, and I’m still nervous. Plus, his cock is so big, I’m afraid he’ll rip me in half.

  He reaches behind me and pulls off the belt, freeing my hands. He then grabs me, pulls me to my feet, and lifts me into his arms. I laugh as he carries me into the bedroom.

  “Here we go,” he says, putting me down on top of his comforter. “This is where your first time should be.”

  I bite my lip and look at him as he pulls my panties off. I’m completely naked with him, though I don’t feel self-conscious at all.

  He spreads my legs wide then teases my pussy with his fingers. He presses two inside of me, nice and deep, sliding them in and out. I watch him as little moans escape my lips.

  “Good,” he says. “Nice and soaking wet. You’re going to need it.”

  I bite my lip again, harder this time, as he presses his cock against my pussy. He leans down and cups my head in one hand, kissing me hard on the mouth.

  I’m nervous, my heart hammering in my chest, but this is it. I want it so badly. I’m so tired of being a virgin girl. I want to grow up, move on with my life, and become a woman. This is part of that, and I can’t imagine a better man to help me than my Daddy.

  He presses himself inside of me, and I gasp. It hurts, just like I knew it would. He slides himself inside slowly.

  “Relax,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “Just relax. Let me do the work.”

  I nod and turn my head to the side. He gives me a bit of the comforter and I bite down on it as he slides himself inside of me.

  I groan, shocked that he can even fit inside of me. After a moment, he’s deep in my pussy, and I look back at him, tears in my eyes.

  He kisses them away. “No crying,” he says softly. “You’re my girl now.”

  “I’m not crying,” I say, smiling a little bit. “It just hurt, that’s all.”

  “It’s okay.” He kisses my neck, slowly pulling back. “God damn, you feel so fucking good.”

  He slides himself back out and slowly presses back in. This time, it doesn’t hurt as badly. In fact, it actually feels a little good.

  I’m shocked. He slides back out and slowly slides back in, kissing my lips, my neck, talking gently in my ear. At first, it hurt like hell, but as he keeps moving, slowly but surely, it starts to feel good.

  After a few more strokes, the pleasure starts to totally outweigh the pain. Little moans begin to escape my lips as he slowly moves a little bit faster, a little bit deeper. He spreads my legs wider and takes my hands, pinning them above my head.

  I love being controlled by him. He’s so damn strong and sure of himself, and he obviously knows what he’s doing.

  He starts to move faster. I can’t help but roll my hips against him as pleasure starts to build. I’m shocked that it feels this good. I thought it was just going to hurt the whole time, but that’s not true.

  “There you go,” he says, smirking at me. “You’re starting to like this, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I admit. “God, I didn’t think you’d fit.”

  “I fit,” he says. “You can take more than you realize, Sadie girl.” He presses himself deep inside of me and puts two fingers in my mouth. I suck on them, holding his hand, as he starts to fuck me a bit faster. The pleasure rolls through me, surprising me, but I’m past the point of trying to hold back. Moans escape my lips, past his fingers, coming out muffled as he keeps working into me, fucking me slow and deep.

  “A little bit harder now,” he says. “Tell me what you like.”

  “That,” I gasp, as he presses deep inside of me. “Oh just like that.”

  He rocks his hips, filling my pussy up. I’m so past caring about pain or anything but this incredible pleasure rolling through my skin.

  I moa
n as he takes my hair in his fist, pulling it back, turning my head to one side. He rocks back onto his knees, my hair in his hand, his cock between my legs. He works my clit with his other thumb, fucking me slow and deep, pulling my hair, driving a little pain through me.

  But his thumb on my clit drives me crazy. It feels so damn good. I start to writhe and roll my hips, working against him, wanting it badly. He smirks at me as moans escape my lips, faster and faster.

  He releases my hair and starts to fuck me harder. The pain is still there, but the pleasure is just too much. It’s almost overwhelming. He works my clit, fucking my pussy, his hard body so gorgeous as he does his magic to me.

  I never expected my first time would be like this, but it’s happening, and it feels so damn good. I understand why people love sex so much. This man makes me feel good.

  “Fuck, Sadie,” he says. “You like this, don’t you? You’re a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “I’m whatever you want me to be.”

  “That’s right.” He leans toward me, pulling my hair again. “You’ll do anything for your Daddy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I gasp, losing my mind from pleasure. “I’ll do anything for you, Daddy.”

  “That’s my good Sadie girl,” he says, driving his cock into me.

  I didn’t even realize it, but he’s fucking me harder, deeper, his thumb still working my clit. I’m writhing my hips and rolling them against him, trying to get every inch of him, trying to feel every single sensation.

  “I can see it in your face,” he whispers. “You’re close but you don’t even know it. Don’t hold yourself back, Sadie. Just relax. Let it come to you.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I moan, doing as he says. I close my eyes and relax, getting into the rhythm, losing myself in the moment. His cock is so big and fills me up so easily, and his body is strong against mine.

  I love everything about this moment. I love the smell, the feeling, the taste of him. Pleasure builds inside of me, peaking and rolling and growing, and before I’m even aware of it, I’m about to come.