Into His Keeping

by Faulkner, Gail

  He knew it. He was hunger and will, wrapping around her in driving demand. He took her moans and required more. His mouth opened over her swollen pussy and he snarled in satisfaction as her body gushed for him. Tangy sweet, her body gave him his due and he took it from her with slowly unraveling control. His tongue moved over her in demanding strokes that became animalistic as he gorged himself on her essence. Lapping at her, he petted each fold, driving her sensitive center wild with need. Controlling her with touches that wouldn’t let her reach the release her body was craving.

  The sound of him greedily slurping between her legs with animalist enjoyment stabbed Jill with spikes of guilty pleasure. Embarrassment became another face of pleasure as he ate her. His pleasure added a dimension to her sensations that she couldn’t name. He was driving her wild with it and she loved how he took her. Wanting to please him became the center of her world but he wouldn’t let her focus on it. His clever tongue kept lashing her with the realization that she loved being spread before him. The nasty slut in her eagerly offered her most intimate secrets for his examination.

  Soon that was not enough and his fingers trailed around her vaginal opening then slowly thrusting into her shallowly as he played with sensitive folds.

  Jill couldn’t remain still as he teased her. Shifting beneath his mouth, she tried to center him where she needed him. Holdin snarled as he turned to nip her thigh and Jill yelped. The sharp reminder of his absolute control shot through her. It was harsh and insistent. She was his to do with as he pleased and that fact made her gush with guilty intensity. Stretched before him was not enough. He required she surrender to his demands and she loved it. Needed it. The red mark on milky white flesh glowed as he licked it and then returned to her contracting cunt with renewed interest.

  Moaning, Jill clutched the blanket below her as he sucked a damp fold into his mouth, lifting it from her with a shake of his head. Then took the other and growled as he shook it gently. Her body obediently shifted back to where he wanted it and he grunted in satisfaction, stabbing his tongue into her opening in reward.

  Contracting around him, Jill howled in reaction. The intensity of his demands, his dominant control and the stab into her over-sensitized channel drove her harshly up the last bit to painful need. Her entire body was convulsing on his tongue and she couldn’t hold back another second. Of course he knew it. Pulling his tongue away from her, his finger grasped her clit and jerked it up in a harsh twist. The new pain forced her release back but not by much.

  He refused her release in the most dominant way possible. Using her body like the plaything it was for him. He let her clit go as Jill panted off the desperate high. Her body shuddering as muscles contracted in protest. The rushing whirlwind didn’t let up as licking gently then roughly he drove her right back up that desperate hill until Jill started begging.

  “I need it, oh please. I need to come. Anything, Holdin. Anything you want but let me come.”

  His response was a rumbling growl as lifting off her, his thumbs peeled back her labia and he blew down pink center folds.

  “Please, please.” Jill’s ass had jumped off the blanket as his warm breath washed over her in contrast to the animalist fervor of the last few moments.

  “Please what?” His clever tongue licked around her clit, circling it roughly. “Say the words, Jill.”

  “Please, Holdin. I need you. I need you in my body,” Jill moaned.

  Two fingers swirled through the cream flowing down the crack of her ass then pushed deep into that small hole, hard and fast.

  “Like this, Jill?” His lips were peeled back from his teeth in a predatory snarl as the guttural rumble of his voice made the words almost indistinct.

  Jill arched into the invasion, her head thrashing as he pulled out and rammed his fingers back into her ass again. The thrill of him entering her there rocked her. Those new, shameful sensations shot unbelievable pleasure through her womb as if there were some direct line connecting them for her.

  “Oh God,” Jill gasped as he continued to thrust into her contracting opening. The abrupt entrance and demanding strokes shot burning arrows of intense need deep into her belly. It didn’t matter, she wanted him to take her. “I don’t know. However you want.”

  “Yes, baby. I’ll get to that hungry ass soon. Now say the words that you need to say.”

  He rose up over her body, one arm bulging as he supported himself above her face again. The hand between her legs added a third finger twisting as he continued to thrust into her ass. “You know, Jill. You know what you need. I will spank your ass like a five-year-old if you refuse to say the words again. You will not hide from me this way. You are mine—every emotion, need and desire. Mine! Give them to me!”

  Never. He’d never been like this and it shot her into some amazing place where she was only his. Nothing else mattered. She was free to be the woman he’d made her in his arms. The woman who needed him just like this because he knew she wanted to feel his possession of her ass, her cunt, her body. There was only Holdin and she would do anything to have him.

  “Please, fuck me, Holdin. I don’t care how you do it. I am yours. Take me, I beg you. Just fuck me, please. I need it so bad.” Her voice was splintered with desperation.

  “Then be mine.” Both his hands came up to hold her head as his body adjusted over hers. The fat head of his cock dragged down her burning folds to rest at the contracting opening to her very soul. He nudged gently, pressing in so her tight channel held only the wide head. “Look at me, baby.”

  Holdin teetered on the brink of forever. In her eyes was his future and he needed her in it with him. Loving Jill was more than taking her this final step. But this step was one that closed the door to the past for both of them.

  Her eyes gazed up at him in watery devotion and he knew the woman she was about to become was the center of his soul. His commitment to her now was reverent and total. She was giving herself into his keeping and he wanted that responsibility more than anything he’d ever known. “Mine, Jill. You are mine.”

  His hips abruptly thrust into her. It was sharp and hard and took her so quickly she didn’t have time to feel the ripping pain. It was mixed into the shocking intrusion as he forced her to take him to the hilt. Merciless and thick, he burned into her body and held himself there.

  His hands still held her head so she couldn’t turn away from him as pain washed over her. A single shocked exclamation was forced out of her as tears suddenly streamed down the sides of her face into her hair.

  “Yes, Jilly-girl. Pain,” Holdin hissed in fierce response. “This is the price of your gift. You’ve given it, now it’s over. There will never be another time like this, baby. Not like this where pain has no part of the pleasure.” Holdin kissed her tears, licking the salty taste of her virginity and its price. “You’re mine now, mine in ways that can’t be undone.”

  His thumbs stroked down her cheeks as he held his body in her. There was fear written across her face with the pain. It started to fade as he held not only her body but demanded her mind as well.

  “That’s my girl,” he approved in gentler tones, still kissing away the tracks of her surrender. “My beautiful girl who’s become a woman. Fear is not part of this, baby. It’s a healthy emotion but it’s not between us. I’ll take care of you. Don’t be afraid. You’ve given yourself into my keeping and nothing can undo that. Nothing. My sweet slut. My precious lady. You are both and you are mine.”

  Jill gasped in gulps of air and her body suddenly contracted on him. Holdin smiled in understanding. His woman. His slut. She was that slut at heart and only just coming to grips with it. Even in this moment, she’d responded to him on that reminder. He’d known what he was for a long time. The dominant urges were the only way he’d ever expressed himself sexually, but Jilly-girl hadn’t had the freedom to recognize who she was. She’d never understood that side of herself.

  His experience was not vast but it was informed. Tying up girls on the school playgroun
d at ten had pretty much been a clear sign to his father of what type of son he was rearing. Charles Powell made sure his son came to understand his own nature and did not express it inappropriately again.

  At first he’d not explained the sexual side of it, but by fourteen Holdin had read enough to know what he was. Charles was a firm father but always fair. Bringing questions to him might have been a little uncomfortable, but Holdin knew he had a responsibility to protect the very ones he might hurt if he didn’t understand.

  There was a sharp cost to protecting his little slut. Her body was begging him for the hard use they both wanted. That tight, tender pussy pulsing on his cock shrieked at him in female demand. Not giving in to it was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

  His head snapped back and a strangled roar erupted from him as his eyes squeezed shut. But he didn’t move. Her body released slowly and then contracted again and he concentrated on the control her submission required as he bent his head to her in gasping agony. Pleasure flayed him. That sweet, tight tunnel sucking around him was nearly his undoing. Shuddering, he looked into her face again.

  “You’re not moving,” Jill whispered desperately.

  “I want to. More than anything in this life, I want to,” he told her tightly, “but not more than I love you, Jill. Never more than that.” The urge to pound into her became pain as he looked down into her precious face. But it was a pain he’d take for her. This time he could not surrender his own control, not under any circumstances. If he couldn’t take care of her now, he didn’t deserve her.

  “Help me, Holdin. What do I do?” Jill whispered as her body now adjusted to his possession of it was once again demanding sensations she was afraid of. It had hurt the first time he entered her. How could she want him to do it again so desperately?

  “I’m here, baby.” One of his hands released her hair and snaked down between their bodies. His fingers found her clit and played over it lightly. Jill’s mouth opened in silent reaction as he fingered her. He was pulling sensations out of her when she thought there was nothing but hard, burning pain. Heat surged up her in waves of pleasure that sparkled with the pain of needing him. Wanting more, shocked and enthralled. Jill’s fingers dug into his shoulders as she held on to him in shuddering confusion.

  “That’s my girl. Feel how tight you are, how perfect,” he growled into her ear as his head dropped. His lips moved over her neck in licking nips as he whispered to her, “So perfect, Jilly-girl.”

  He filled her up. Her body adjusted, expanded around him and then there was sensation. Amazing new sensations. He held himself still inside her and every nerve ending in that sensitive channel was wedged against him. The discomfort was changing, not lessening, just changing. Stabbing shots of excitement from knowing fingers took over, mingled and twined around the heat of accommodating him lodged within her.

  Her body was already trembling, the interior muscles clutched in growing excitement as he forced them apart. “Yes, baby. Give it to me. So good.” Holdin held her eyes as he took her to a new place. “That’s it, look at me. Don’t look away, baby. The beautiful slut in my arms is all mine. Everything you are, everything you feel. Look me in the eye and give it to me,” he continued firmly, giving her commands to hold on to as she found a new way to be. He’d have her soul and body. He intended she know it.

  Jill panted harshly, reacting to both his words and his touch. The incredible sensations of his possession, thick, hard, and deep were now sending waves of heat spiraling through her. He was burning her mind and body, branding them with his imprint.

  “That’s it, feel how good it is. My pussy, Jill. My sweet, tight pussy. I will always take care of what’s mine, baby, and you’ve given all of you.” Holdin felt her body slowly tightening around him again. She was responding to him but he couldn’t be sure of her pain level. He was damn sure of his pain level.

  Buried to the hilt in her hot little pussy and not being able to move for fear of hurting her was introducing him to the fierce basic man within himself he’d hardly known existed. A roaring aggressor who was driven with the need to possess Jill. There was little logic, nothing but the primal drive to ensure possession through any means available. The screaming demand to fuck grew with each second. He’d never needed anything as badly as he needed this.

  Desperately, Holdin held on to control as the small body beneath him trembled in his arms. This was her first time. He couldn’t let her first time be a painful, ripping experience with a raving beast taking her like a mad man. The conflict cost him almost every bit of sanity he had left. Abruptly he realized he was about to lose the battle.

  He knew she wasn’t going to be able to reach orgasm this time but he would. It wasn’t fair but it was who they’d become. She was his woman and he’d done everything he could to prepare her for this. Now he needed her to understand that.

  Holdin gasped as his need to possess her ate through his resistance. “Your body is mine. When we can, I’ll show what that can mean.” He gritted his teeth and sucked in air as he fought for just a little more control. “But this time is mine.”

  “Yes,” Jill answered. Her eyes burned into him as if she could see his struggle. “Now, please, Holdin. Take what is yours. Always yours.”

  Her acceptance was more than he could take. It was surrender and understanding. She knew her surrender was the one thing that he could not resist. His response to her was savage as the aggressive conqueror within ripped out of his cage.

  Pulling out of her, he dragged the head of his cock down that delicate bridge of flesh to her lower opening. Groaning, there was almost no time to reassure her, but he had to. “I love you.” The words were almost unintelligible as the primal demands of his nature roared with impatience.

  “Love me more.” Her whispered demand slipped the last gate open and Holdin was lost.

  His hips powered forward and he plunged into her hot little body. This time there was no restraint. He’d prepared her for this possession and now he took it. Hard and fast he jacked in and out of her. The tight opening and velvet channel beyond it robbed him of any higher thought process as he fucked her ass relentlessly. All he could feel was how damn good it was as she accepted his cock. The hungry, primal man within screamed in satisfaction and drove him even harder.

  The demanding dominant she made him needed more. His body rose up and both hands grabbed the back of her knees, jerking her legs up to press them against her. Holding her open to him and taking her complete surrender was what he sought. He needed her surrender, craved the proof that she accepted him completely and welcomed his control. She gave it to him by grabbing her own knees to hold her legs up under her breasts.

  “Mine!” he roared as his balls tightened and he felt the fire of release barreling down on him. Then there was nothing but shattering oblivion as powerful, jerking thrusts of his hips slapped her ass and his mark jetted deep into her body. He couldn’t stop. Nothing had ever felt like this mind-bending pleasure.

  Slowly the fog of release let him go and he collapsed down on her, still jerking as her body tightened on him and then relaxed. Holdin was breathing hard. His balls ached and his head felt light. He didn’t like the slightly dizzy feeling and raised his head to shake away the haze. Looking down, he became aware he was still lying on Jill.

  Then the magnitude of what they’d just done rolled over him in hot waves of intense pride. No other would ever have his Jill. Not that it was even a possibility. He needed to say that to himself as he looked down on her. His woman in every way. Holdin pulled out and she moaned. Her eyes remained closed as his body slid to the side so he could look at her.

  She wasn’t moving, just lying there panting with her eyes closed. Oh damn! The reason for her lethargy punched through the preening beast in his brain. He looked down her body and felt his gut clench. He’d known there would be blood. Actually seeing it paint her thighs a filmy rouge as it mixed with other liquids was shocking. Had he hurt her more than he had to? He’d been a senseless
animal at the end.

  The unbelievable euphoria faded and he reached for the tin of warm washcloths. Sitting up, he very gently lifted her leg and ran the warm, damp cloth down her thigh to press it over her. The heel of his palm carefully pressed it against her tender opening and he tried to see if there was new blood farther down. He needed to be sure he hadn’t damaged her there. He’d had little control at that point.

  Jill said nothing as he carefully removed the bright red evidence of her innocence. The second cloth finished the job and the third one he pressed to her bottom, holding it there as he reverently kissed her knee. She’d jerked a little but didn’t shrink from his touch. That was good. She had to accept his touch in aftercare, know she could depend on it no matter what they did.

  “Jill?” He needed to hear her voice. The possessive dominant needed that connection from her as much as she had to know he would always take care of her.