by Anne Connor
I go back over to where she’s sleeping like an angel. I shouldn’t wake her up. I should throw her over my shoulder and carry far the fuck away from here.
But when I took her and kissed her, fate took a different turn. And when she kissed me back, fate held a gun to my fucking head, and I’m going to see this thing through.
For her.
It’s worth a try. She’s worth it.
But fuck trying. I’m determined. I ball up my fists. I want to scream at what her father’s done to her. But I don’t. I keep it in. I swallow it.
For her.
Cherry
I wake up as he opens the door, but I don’t open my eyes. Not yet. I let the darkness fade into dark brown behind my closed eyes. I let them flutter for a moment, and then quickly shut them, pretending to be asleep.
I steady my breathing. I’m afraid if I breathe too fast, he’ll know I’m faking. If I breathe too slow, he’ll know I’m faking.
I hear some noises in the kitchen. The water starts to run, and a cabinet opens and shuts softly. It makes me think of all the times I was sick on the couch as a kid and the soft sounds of dad getting me soup or juice would lull me peacefully out of my sleep, making me feel better.
My knees dip down as I feel Sean sit on the corner of the bed. His hand comes to my calf and he leaves it there, unmoving.
Slowly, reluctantly, I open my eyes. I have to wake up sometime.
“How are you feeling?” His fingers squeeze around my leg and he moves it down to my ankle. My feet are sore from all the running I did in those heels today.
I let out a big sigh through my mouth and sit up, crossing my legs under me. Sean moves a little closer and smiles.
“I’m feeling a little better, I guess.” I push my fingertips to my temple as he hands me a cup of water. “Thank you.”
“There’s something I need you to do, Cherry,” he says. I know I shouldn’t let my mind wander where it’s about to go. His tight t-shirt clings to his abs like nothing I’ve seen up close before. I know there’s a vee down there under his clothes, trailing down inside his pants. Pointing lower...to something. He puts his hand out and takes the cup from me, and as he does, our fingers slip past each other’s. I breathe heavily as the cool air becomes heavy between us.
“What do you need from me?” I say as his hand slips away from mine. He leans across my body to put the cup on the nightstand, and I breathe him in. He’s divine. Dark, musky wood, leather and gravel. Fresh morning air, before the sun’s come up.
A wave of heat curls between my legs, sending a shiver through my body as his hand comes down on my knee. But it doesn’t seem that he’s hitting on me. His touch is protective. He steadies his gaze on me.
He pinches the skin on the bridge of his nose, his arm flexing. I can nearly see the muscles bulge out of his leather jacket.
“I need you to come with me. To meet a man I’m doing a deal with. I could explain, but it’s fucking stupid.”
I try to swallow the lump forming in my throat, but I can’t. My mouth goes dry, even though I’m becoming aroused by the man who’s sworn to protect me.
“No,” I protest. Thoughts and questions crowd my mind. I don’t know where to start; I don’t know what to ask. “Tell me why I have to go with you.”
He stands up, taking his hand off my knee, and starts pacing the room.
“This man, a friend of my uncle’s, he wants to meet you. He wants to test me. Push me a little. It doesn’t matter what I think. And my uncle...he’s already pretty fucking skeptical of this whole thing between you and me, so I just want to go along with whatever the fuck he says so I can keep you safe until we get you the hell out of here.”
I laugh and shake my head, stretching my legs out in front of me. I’m angered, but I find it funny at the same time.
“Is that really all that crazy?” I say as he looks at me, puzzled at my reaction. “Think about all the guys who want their girlfriends to dress all sexy so they can parade them around on their arms. How is this any different from that?”
He laughs and crosses his arms, staring down at me from across the room.
“Is it?” I repeat.
“Is that why you dressed like that today?” he asks, putting his hands on the kitchen counter. His fingers grip the edge, and he tosses a look over his shoulder like I’m a little puppy he’s trying to train. “Is that why you wore those pants that look painted onto your ass? Because you want me to parade you around in front of other men?”
My breathing hitches in my throat as I become wet at his words.
“I wore this outfit because some guy who called me told me to dress like this. He said you would like it.” He doesn’t move. His chest heaves under his deep, sharp breath, but he doesn’t move.
“Do you like it, Cherry?” He turns slowly to face me. I suck my trembling bottom lip between my teeth as he walks over to me.
“I don’t know.” His steadies his gaze on me, his eyes moving between my eyes and my lips, making me feel wild inside.
“I saw how you bent over that roulette table. You felt me behind you, didn’t you? You knew my eyes were glued right to where your legs meet your ass. You felt me.”
He comes over and stands right in front of me. I look up as his hands go to his belt buckle.
“Yes,” I whisper. I can’t help it. I’m becoming wetter at his words, his eyes, the way he looks at me with piercing intensity.
“Yes what, Cherry?” His strong, thick fingers play against the edge of his pants. He shrugs his jacket off his shoulders and tosses it on the bed behind him, causing his shirt to ride up. I feel my eyebrows knit together in the middle as I silently whimper for his body.
“Yes, I liked the way you looked at me,” I say obsequiously. I feel almost desperate for his body.
“Tell me more, Cherry,” he growls. His voice booms out of his chest, though it’s barely a whisper. “Tell me about how you wanted me from the second you saw me.”
He doesn’t let me respond, though. He unzips his pants as my fingers fly greedily to him. I can see the outline of his dick through his dark, faded jeans. He’s thick and big, and my pussy clenches up, desperate for him to be inside me.
My eyes grow wide as he takes it out, revealing himself to me. Every inch of his aching, throbbing cock stands erect in front of me, and I can feel the desire growing inside my core. He strokes it in one hand as the other comes to my lips, pushing his thumb between them. I marvel at how good his rough flesh feels against my tongue, and he drags his finger out of my mouth, scraping it along my bottom teeth.
“Baby, you know what to do.” He strokes his length strenuously and excruciatingly slow. I can almost feel it inside me, but my pussy clenches again, soaking through my panties, and I’m on fire to feel him stretch me open.
I feel my cheeks color as part of me comes alive for this man. I open my mouth up obediently and he drags the tip along my lips, placing it just past my parted mouth. I close down around it, swirling my tongue around him, tasting the salt that’s dripping from him already. The thick head slides forward as he puts his hands on the back of my throat, pushing himself deeper inside me, gently rocking back and forth inside my mouth.
“Who do you belong to now, Cherry?”
His words send a shiver up my spine.
This is wrong. So fucking wrong.
Sean
My need for her is unstoppable. I pull myself away from her obedient little mouth because I can’t take this anymore. Getting my cock wet doesn’t mean shit to me right now. I need to taste her pussy, run my hands over her curves, take her in my hands.
I know there will be no greater sound in the fucking world than having her screaming my name while I grind out an orgasm deep inside her.
But for now, I have something else in mind. I need to make her feel good, have my name painted on her lips. She’s mine, and I need to show her exactly what that fucking means.
I pull my cock away from her mouth and press her down onto
the bed, my fingers trailing down between her breasts as her body goes down in front of me. I’m hard as a rock. Her soft body opens for me, but she’s scared. It’s in her eyes.
“Cherry, relax. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”
She keeps her elbows propping her up behind her, and her knees together in front of her, bent. Her open mouth parts wider and her tongue slides out and runs along the top corner of her mouth.
Fuck.
I lean down slowly and put my hands on her knees, spreading her legs open for me. She mewls, her mouth making that dirty little sound just for me.
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
Her knees yield softy at my words. Her eyes flash down to my cock and back up to meet my gaze.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
I crawl up the bed as her legs open up. Her hot pussy is just behind the tight leather; I can feel it. I breathe in the hot air between us as I reach my hands up, caging her beneath me.
I slip my hands over hers, holding them in place at her wrists as she leans up, our mouths crushing together. This kiss is different from the one before. She had shown restraint out on the floor with everyone watching. Now, she’s helpless to fight herself. She lifts her ass off the bed and tries to grind into me, but I crawl up higher and straddle her slim waist.
I feel her soft skin yield under my touch as I slide my hands up her arms, loosening my grip on her wrists. The delicate white skin is left with the mark of my fingers. She’s my woman, and as I look down at her, she knows.
She feels it in the air between us as I extinguish it. Space collapses and we move as one. My fingers trail down the sides of her breasts and she arches her back, reaching behind herself to unclasp her corset.
But I put my hands behind her back and grab her wrists again, holding them there. I back off of her and stand up slowly, my cock rubbing against her as I pull her close to me, her hands still pinned behind her like the good girl she is.
Her breath hitches deep in her chest and she rolls her hips toward me, her eyes cast down at my cock. That pretty little mouth, her pretty little pussy - she wants me. She wants me to fill every single one of her holes and mark her with my cum, make it so everyone knows she’s mine.
The sick realization that I need to drop her off and speed away from her for her own fucking good makes my chest grow hot. I see red behind my eyes, and all I can do to stop it is spin her around and toss her down onto the bed.
“Please,” she says as she hits the mattress.
“Please what, Cherry?” I smile as she gathers her body up, tucking her knees under her. As she glances up at me, I can see the blood pumping through her veins, her pale skin tempting me to use her and make her innocent body raw with my cock. “What do you want me to do to you?”
Her lips part and she exhales, her tongue coming out to moisten her lips.
“Please touch me,” she whispers. She tosses her long red hair over her shoulder with a slight flip of her head and her eyes trail down my hard torso to my cock. I reach out and spin her around to grab her hands and pin them behind her back, making her unable to move.
“Just like that, right Cherry? You want to know who the fuck you belong to now. You want to feel it. Feel it, baby.” My grip grows tighter. The fingers on one of my hands curl easily around both of her wrists, pinning her still. Like a butterfly caught and kept safe behind glass. Perfect and untouchable.
My wet, sweet little Cherry.
“Yes,” she moans, her head tilting back. “God, yes.”
I slide her knees down the bed toward me and push her body forward gently, making her lie face down. That ass was the second thing I liked about her. The first was her face, the perfect alabaster glowing in the sun like a hard stone made soft under my fingers.
With my free hand I start to unclasp her corset. Each clasp and hook popping open is like a little firecracker hitting the ground, making my cock harder with each snap! in my ears. There’s a thin black cord that I pull from the small button holes criss-crossing against her back, and it comes free with a simple tug. All these locks holding her safe, and I open them all. I make her come undone.
She stiffens up under my hands as I open the corset, revealing her smooth, perfect back. I slide the corset and her bra away from her body and her tits spill out, and I see little hints of the supple round flesh slipping away from her body as her tits become free.
I take hold of my cock and pump at it a few times. I could go off just looking at her, cum all over her back and let her know that she’s mine. Make her damn sure of it. But I stop, letting my big purple head hang there, and I press my hands against her back, sweeping her long hair away from her neck, and I kiss the exposed, delicate flesh.
She’s so sweet. She could break under my touch. That’s not going to stop me from showing her how fucking good I can make her feel.
Her eyes open and she looks up behind her back, her forehead wrinkling as she sees my dick. Yeah, I’m fucking leaking precum, and I can’t stop that. I should let her lick it up, make her swirl her tongue around the tip of my cock. But I need to taste her, to feel her, to know what she sounds like while my tongue is on her clit. How she moves, how she grinds, how she begs for it.
“Please,” she says again. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“I’m not making you wait for anything. This is what you get when you’re with me.” I growl into her ear as she moves her ass against the air, trying to get contact with my body.
My hands run down her body and stop at the edge of her low-cut leather pants. I move my hands to her front, slipping one of them down between her and the bed.
“Use me,” I command.
“What...what do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
She begins to move, and carefully, cautiously she starts to move against my body. Her hips move sensuously in circles as she grinds against my fingers, and I keep them hard and stiff for her to do exactly what she fucking wants. I jerk myself off at the same time. That ass encased in leather is too good for me to let it go to waste.
I’m reminded again that I can’t keep her. I’m reminded again by how fucking good this is, by how compliant she is, how pliant yet innocent, that it isn’t going to last.
I pull my hand away from her. I can practically feel her wetness through her clothes.
She whimpers again in protest. She’s going to beg for me. I don’t have to say a word. When I take my hands away from her pussy, I bring them around to her tight, full ass, taking fistfulls in my thick fingers.
“God, Sean,” she moans. There’s my girl.
“I like when you say my name, sweetheart.”
I let my fingers hook over the edge of her pants and pull them down. I see that she’s wearing a little back lace thong. Slowly her pants peel off her skin, and I take her round ass in my fingers again, massaging her flesh.
“Ohh,” she moans, little sweet whimpers making my cock rage.
I slide the pants all the way off her, leaving her in just her little thong. Her knees bend up as I remove the last of her clothing. She’s as eager and as fucking hungry as I am.
I grab her hips and flip her over. Her hair flips and a few stray pieces fall over her face, and I brush them away before I take her tits in my hands, rolling her perfect, tiny pink nipples between my fingers. Her eyes close and her head tilts back, and I pull at them gently. Her eyes fly open and her mouth opens.
“Oh my God!” she cries out. I don’t want to hurt her, but seeing her squirm like this is so much fucking fun.
I drag my fingers down her body and kiss her stomach, all the way down to her soaking wet pussy. I put two fingers on her clit through the joke of a pair of panties she has on, and nuzzle them against her slightly.
“Who’s pussy is this?” I growl, rubbing her slippery pearl through the soaked fabric.
“Yours,” she moans. “It’s yours.”
“My what, baby?” I lean down and kiss the inside of he
r thigh, nudging her legs open wider with my chin. The soft flesh inside her bristles and becomes red as stubble rubs against her.
“It’s your pussy.” Her body melts as I put both of my hands underneath her ass and rip her panties away with one easy motion. Her cunt is soaked, and as I take her pink, engorged clit into my mouth, she shudders against my lips. I roll my tongue over her gently, flicking her inside my lips.
She’s fucked. I’ve never seen a girl get so wet before. She’s never going to taste pleasure this sweet or a cock as good as mine ever fucking again. And I’m never going to touch a girl as wet and as ripe and as fucking perfect and pure as her, either. She’s never going to meet a man again who knows how to treat her like I do.
Ever.
Cherry
I don’t know what’s happening to me.
I have no reason to trust him. The only reason I have to listen to what he says is the fact that the alternative is so much worse.
I don’t even know what the alternative is. I know what the other option is - not holding up my father’s end of the deal. Not paying Sean’s boss what I owe.
I guess the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t know.
But Sean isn’t a devil. He’s an angel. A guardian.
And the way he says my name is driving me crazy.
Is that reason enough to put my faith in him?
No.
But I can’t help it now. I want him. As he kisses my stomach and grins up at me devilishly, I feel my pussy clench up. I ache at the emptiness. I hunger for him.
“Please.” The word feel foreign to me. It’s heavy in the air. I don’t know if it’s me saying it. It doesn’t sound like my voice. It sounds like someone else.
A girl I don’t recognize.
“Please what, dear?” He teases me. His lips are dangerously close to my pussy. God, I can’t take this. My clit jumps as he puts his lips on me, wrapping me up safe and warm with his tongue. Wrapping me up tight. It feels so fucking good, like nothing bad can happen to me.