by Rebel Wild
At least that shit is over. Now we can get back down to business. I’m sure it will be much easier for her now that her cherry’s been popped. I don’t have to touch her with the kid gloves any more.
“I’m going to have so much fun fucking you.” I caress her hair, and a little moan drifts from her throat as she nestles down deeper into the bed.
Feeling like an intruder, I leave her to her rest.
I don’t shower. I want my cock to wear the evidence of ripping through her hymen like the badge of honor that it is. If I weren’t so pissed at his ass, I would call her father and brag. What would he think of his sweet, little Foxy lying in bed with my cum leaking out of her? On second thought, forget being mad, I should thank him. He’s what made her a guaranteed fuck in the first place. He may as well have handed her over to me on a silver platter. His only consolation in life is his precious little girl. He has no idea how dirty I plan to get her, the poor bastard. I bet he’s counting down the days until he can see her again. Joe told me how upset she gets after she visits with him. I’m seriously considering stopping her from going. If anyone is going to make her cry, it’ll be me.
Chapter Thirteen
I wake to an unfamiliar room, looking around for Mr. Garrett, but I’m all alone. I half wonder if maybe I imagined the previous hours, but my sore, naked body reveals otherwise. I push the covers back, debating on if I should get up and get cleaned, but I can smell the body wash on me. A cotton pad’s been placed underneath me to soak up the wet spot I’m sure is underneath it because I felt a lot of fluids being let loose down there. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before in my life. Then again, I’ve never been so horny in my life either. I was probably close to dying from the tension build-up, but Mr. Garrett sure took care of that. He knows how to get the job done; I’ll give him that much.
Getting up, I go into the bathroom and relieve myself before hopping back into his big bed. Flopping down, I think about the experience I just had. I smile at the thought of him taking such care with me. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Well, except if it had been lovemaking instead of just fucking. I let my mind wander to what it would be like making love to him. I don’t think it would be much different as he was already a very tender and compassionate lover. I shake the ludicrous thought out of my head. No way could I ever love him. Daddy’s in jail because of him.
I look around again, wondering if I’m to be doing something. Maybe making dinner since the sun is going down, so it must be late. Like the house, his room is very large and makes me wonder why he needs so much space. Then again, I guess someone with his money wouldn’t be living in a one-bedroom apartment even if it is just him. The door opens and I’m hit by a wave of delicious smelling food that makes my stomach growl.
“Good, you’re awake,” he says, coming to stand near the bed. “Dinner will be served momentarily. I’m sure you must be hungry since we missed lunch.”
“Yes, sir,” I tell him. “I’m very hungry as a matter of fact.”
“Let’s have a shower first.” He offers me his hand and I take it.
He takes off my collar and puts it on the bathroom counter. I wait for him to strip out of his pajamas, sneaking a peek at his butt when he turns to adjust the water. I silently chastise myself for checking him out. I’m not supposed to find him attractive. I’m here to do my job and get Daddy out of jail, that’s it.
“It’s a bit hot,” he warns, pulling me into the shower. “But it’ll help soothe your soreness once you get used to it.”
“I’ve never showered with anyone before, let alone my Dom.” I laugh. I’m not sure if I should shut up or not, but his smile is very encouraging, so I relax.
The water hits me and it’s very warm to my body as it runs over me. I look down to watch it flow and notice it has a tinge of red in it.
“Look at me,” he says and I stare back up at him. “What has your attention?” How does he not see the blood that’s coming from between my legs? I look down again and he follows suit. “It’s all very natural,” he says. “Though I’ve never taken a virgin before, I’ve never been one to shy away from blood. It’s quite an experience fucking a girl on her period.”
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear there was a hint of pride in his voice. Any other guy I know would have been grossed out. Of course, I’ve only known a few boys back in high school so I can’t really judge them on maturity.
“Yes, sir,” I say. I’ll just have to take his word for it.
“Maybe we’ll try it,” he goes on to say. Absolutely not! No sex when I’m on my period. If this is him trying to make this any less awkward for me, he just botched it. He smirks as if he just read my mind. “Somehow, I think you’d be saying red,” he tells me as he lathers my hair.
Is he joking? Why is he joking? I hear him give a little sigh. Oh, my God, he’s sex satisfied.
“Yes, sir,” I confirm when he looks to me for a response.
“Close your eyes,” he tells me as he tilts my head back to rinse off the shampoo. The movement causes my nipples to rub against his chest getting them hard, so I lean back away from him a little. I’m startled by the feel of his mouth on my chin. It travels down my neck, leaving a warm trail of wet kisses. “I like this neck better with my collar adorning it.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan.
He gives me the okay to open my eyes and I see him reach for one of the bath sponges. He lathers it up with a shower gel that has a light lime scent to it. I know it’s not his usual brand as the scent is different, so I figure it must be just for when he’s here. I stop myself from wondering how many of his other subs he’s had in here like this. It’s none of my business, but I still don’t like the idea of them being in here.
He moves the soapy sponge over my body as he cleans me.
“Turn around,” he tells me and I obey, turning away from him toward the glass shower wall. “You are a very beautiful woman,” he says as he runs the sponge along my back and behind.
“Thank you, sir,” I say, looking over my shoulder.
My focus is on how turned on I am from the way he’s moving the sponge. He puts it down and moves my hands so that my palms are flat against the glass.
“Do not move your hands,” he orders me with his lips to my ear.
“Yes, sir.”
His fingers brush my nipples, getting them even harder than they already were. He leans into me and I’m pushed forward so that my tits are pressed into the glass. I can’t help but moan a little as he moves his hands down my belly to my aching clit.
“I like seeing you like this,” he tells me, sucking on my earlobe. The feel of it makes me shy away from him, but I like how it goes right between my legs. “You have no idea how much it pleases me.”
I don’t understand why but pleasing him gets me even more turned on. I have some idea how pleased he is by the way his dick is pressing into my backside. I almost safeworded earlier at seeing how big it actually gets when he’s fully erect. I don’t know how he got it into me. It sure hurt like hell, but I don’t get how I still wanted it at the same time. Not only that, but I had an orgasm with it inside of me. I wish I had someone to talk to about how I’m feeling. I’m so confused, but I like it. I like it so much. I moan even louder when he sticks a finger in me. His hand feels so good, so much better than when I touch myself.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, please,” I say, trying not to fight it.
He stills his hand at my begging.
“You didn’t say, sir,” he reminds me. Damn! “I’ll have to think of a proper punishment.” I can feel his smile as he sucks on my lobe. He grows rock-hard behind me. The thought of punishing me really turns him on. “I’ll still allow you to come afterward.”
“Thank you, sir,” I tell him, as he rinses my body of the soap.
“We’ll play after dinner,” he says. He opens the
shower door and helps me so I won’t slip. “Go get ready to eat and be sure to dry your hair.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, wrapping a soft white robe around me and leaving him to shower.
As always, I dress up for the evening meal. Mr. Garrett’s only request is that I wear the black lace lingerie that was packed for me, so I put it together with a black dress and matching heels. The one I chose is conservative, but I can tell he is pleased with my choice. He can’t seem to take his eyes off me as he tells me to sit down with him at the dinner table.
Bernadette, my housekeeper, comes over to serve us. I asked her to cook late because I didn’t want to wake Sydney. Waking her while she was sleeping so peacefully from our fucking was abhorrent to me. It looked like heaven and if I had a heart, it surely wouldn’t have allowed me to wake her.
Sydney’s in a modest dress that hides the sexy lingerie underneath. It’s perfect for her, and she’s just as beguiling as what she’s wearing. So innocent looking on the surface, but hidden underneath is a sexy vixen that’s mine for the taking. If we hadn’t missed lunch, I’d be tempted to cut this dinner short so that I can partake in the truly enticing meal that is my little Foxy, but I know she’s hungry and I can’t allow that. I need to take care of her. It’s my job as her Dom, after all.
I had to resist the urge not to deny the orgasm she was begging for in the shower, but all good things come to those who wait. She even slipped up, so now I get to add a little punishment to our playtime. I’m pleased that she isn’t as afraid to be punished as she first was. Although, I hadn’t truly punished her yet. She hasn’t done anything to remotely piss me off, even though I like to pretend that she has. I find her little slip ups amusing, especially when followed by widening eyes, and she can never figure out what to do with her hands when she’s nervous. It’s only proof as to how new she is to all of this; how young she is. I couldn’t possibly punish her for forgetting things that are completely foreign to her in moments of passion.
I forget my manners and fail to introduce her to Bernadette, not that it’s required, but I can see that she’s curious. I’ve never had anyone but family join me here. Unfortunately for her, I’m too enchanted with my delectable redheaded Foxy to remember such trivial things as manners.
“We’ll start with an appetizer,” I say when Bernadette places the small plate with an oyster and Bloody Mary shot in front of her and she recoils when she sees what it is. “You don’t like them?”
“I’ve never had them before, sir.”
“Why not?”
“Do you really want me to answer, sir?”
“Of course.”
“Who in their right mind would want to eat that slimy shit? It looks like the stuff you cough up when you’re sick… sir.”
“Okay, so it might not compare to the veggie burger you love so much but it’s not as bad as that,” I laugh, pulling the plate over to me. I put a little salt on the oyster before dropping it into the Bloody Mary glass. “Take the shot,” I say, handing it to her.
“Ew,” she says, crinkling her nose and jerking her head back after smelling it. “It’s putrid. Do I have to, sir?”
“Yes, you have to. You need to try new things.”
“God, you sound like Daddy. Why do I need to try new things? It’s stupid.”
“Is that right?” I ask, grinning at her. I wonder how she’d react if I stretched her out on the table and sucked the oysters off her stomach.
“Why are you grinning? Oh, God, don’t go thinking up more punishments. I’ll try it.”
She jerks her head back again when it gets close to her nose.
“Stop smelling it,” I tell her.
“I can’t.” She groans. She holds her nose before taking the whole shot all at once. She makes a dramatic display of gagging. “That felt like some huge bug had gotten into my drink and I had to swallow it.”
“But do you like it?”
“Once it’s all mixed up, and the slime goes away, it tastes pretty good. It’s better than I thought it would be.”
“Would you like another?”
“No.”
“I’m impressed you tried it,” I tell her, taking my glass. She watches me prepare my shot. I down it, licking the salt off my lips. “It’s supposed to make you horny.” She crinkles her nose.
“Eating slimy muscles will never get me horny, but watching you eat them just might.”
“I prefer eating other things,” I tell her, grinning at her squirming in her seat.
The main course is grilled coconut and pineapple, sweet chili shrimp on skewers with a fresh garden salad on the side. I hope her appetite is awakened by the smell.
“Mmm,” she says when she polishes off a whole skewer in a second.
I clear my throat at her sucking the juices off the wooden stick. She puts it aside and I hand her another one in hopes that she’ll do it again. I love watching her eat and she knows it. She takes her time eating the second one, alternately sipping the white wine that was served with it, and I’m deriving too much pleasure from it. I had better distract myself before she ends up on her knees with my cock in her mouth.
“Are you excited about school starting?” I ask her, hoping that might work. “Do you have any concerns about it?”
“How is it going to work? Does Joe have to follow me around all day?”
“My brother left to his own devices on a campus full of college girls,” I say. “Bree would have his ass and mine too. He’ll drop you off, and when you’re ready, call him to pick you up.”
“Am I allowed to socialize?”
“Socialize how?”
“Just, you know, hanging out with friends and stuff. Oh, and Leslie’s going there too. I haven’t seen her since we graduated. I can’t wait to hang out with her again.”
“I don’t mind you hanging out with Leslie, but I want you back before I get home.”
“Thank you, sir,” she says with a big smile. “I can’t wait to tell Daddy that I’m starting school. He’s going to be so happy and we’ll be able to move to a new place once he gets out.” Every muscle tightens from the way she says the word daddy for him.
“Are you done eating?” She nods without a yes, sir, but I let it slide. She’s in enough trouble as it is. “I want you in my room fully clothed and sitting on the side of the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Fourteen
Sitting on the bed, I’m fully dressed the way he ordered. My hands are laced in my lap to keep still while I wait for him. My behind is already preparing for the sting of the smack as all other thoughts disappear from my mind. He doesn’t keep me waiting long as the door opens and he comes in. His walk is menacing and quiet, each stride perfectly timed, like a hungry predator that’s cornered his unsuspecting prey. I didn’t even see his feet move.
He’s holding a collar, but it’s not the same one from earlier. In the back of my mind, I wonder how many of those things he bought for me. He gets right down to business, ordering me to look at him. I see the playful lust in his eyes and it excites me.
“Do you know why you’re being punished?” He asks, attaching the collar to my neck. It’s wider than the other one and instead of the little bell, it has a huge silver ring in the front.
“Because I forgot to say sir, sir.”
“What are your safewords?”
“Bunnies and spiders,” I tell him and he frowns at me.
“Foxy, I believe you just did that one on purpose.”
My lips press together to keep from responding. I did do it on purpose, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should hate this. I should hate him for making me do this, but I don’t. I blame it all on his eyes.
“Hey,” I yell when he grabs my wrist and thrusts me over his knee.
You have got to be kidding me. The only other person who has ever threatened
to do anything remotely like this is… No! No! No! No! Do not think of your dad at a time like this.
The feel of him pressed hard into my belly banishes all other thoughts. He slowly lifts my dress, exposing my lace-covered ass. Without warning, he smacks me with the palm of his hand. I jerk up, so he puts his other hand on my back to stop me. He hits one ass cheek and then the other, each smack elicits a moan from him. Thank God, he didn’t order me to count because I lost track at fifteen. He lifts me and I end up on my knees beside him. My ass is on fire as I look up at him.
He’s breathing heavy and his eyes are alive, staring at me. I’m caught off guard when he grabs my face and kisses me. Instinctively, my hands fly up, clutching his shoulders. The feel of his smooth, velvety lips pressed into mine makes me forget myself and I caress his hands that are still holding my face. He moans, sucking my bottom lip, then the top before pulling back. He doesn’t let me go, so I leave my hands on top of his, threading our fingers together. He looks at me and the intensity of his stare makes me catch my breath.
“Play with yourself.” He breathes, taking my hands and helping me up. “I want to see you.” He slips off my dress, then motions for me to lie down on the bed. “Open your legs.” I bring my knees up so that I’m spread open in front of him. Thank God, I’m still covered by the lace of my lingerie.
I rub my clit over the fabric, slowly at first. I feel his eyes on me as he stands watching, and my skin heats up as feelings of embarrassment and arousal fight for control of me. Arousal wins, but it’s helped by my need to come. I dip my hands under the lace and my fingers go to work on my clit, making circles on top of it until it becomes so wound up that it’s ready to come undone.
“Enough,” he says. My black heels dig into the bed as I try to calm myself down, forcing my fingers to stop. My breathing is heavy and loud. My body is tingling. “Are you wet, Foxy?”