by J. L. Beck
“Please, Master.” She took a nipple in each hand, twisting the little buds tightly. Watching her writhe with need and pleasure pleased me more than anything.
“Your hands stay on your tits, little lamb… Understand?” I dipped between her legs again, just as she started to nod her head yes. So long as we were on the same page, I would give her, her release.
I eyed her pure pussy, and the glistening juices that dripped from it. She was so full of shit. She might despise me, but she definitely wanted my cock.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” I asked, mumbling against her cunt, my tongue flicking against her clit.
“Yes, Master…” The words came out in a rush, as she sucked air into her lungs. I was pleased, more than pleased, and I knew it was time to give her exactly what she gave me: pleasure.
Taking a finger, I pressed it against her hot entrance, slipping in her tight hole with ease. She was tight, so fucking tight, and my cock envied my finger for getting to go to a place he hadn’t yet.
“Your so fucking tight, little lamb…” I purred against her pussy, right before I sucked her clit into my mouth. My finger moved in and out of her, until I knew she was ready for another. As soon as I slipped a second inside her, curving them upwards in the direction of her g-spot, she started cumming, her body arching off the mattress as her sweet release coated my tongue.
“Master… Fuck, Master…” She cursed, as I continued to finger fuck her. My cock was rock hard again, but I knew I had to shut that shit down. I couldn’t be fucking her on the same day I bought her. I was a bastard, but I didn’t want to claim her yet. I wanted her innocent and at my mercy for as long as possible.
Her sweet release coated my tongue and I knew I would never taste something as great as her in all the rest of my days.
“That’s right, little lamb. I’m your master and you will answer to me and until the money I paid for you is worked off….” I pulled my fingers from the confines of her tight pussy and shoved them straight into my mouth.
God, she deserved so much more than a shark like me. She deserved a fucking man that would bend over backwards for her and, truthfully, that wasn’t me. I didn’t have time for love or even a relationship most days, so dealing with Raven was going to be a feat. Still, if I got to taste her every day like I just did, maybe it would all be worth it.
I stared down at the dark-haired beauty, my sweet little innocent lamb. I would break her. Snap her in two. I knew it now and I had known it when I bought her at the auction. Still, a part of me hoped that I didn’t, a part of me hoped that she was strong enough to handle what I threw at her.
“Stay in this room. Do not leave. I will be back, and if I come in here and you’re gone, you don’t want to know what is going to happen,” I threatened her, stepped away from her before I did something crazy. I couldn’t be around her right now, not when the need to sink my cock into her was the only thing I could think about. I squeezed my eyes shut and walked out of the room, slamming the door closed behind me.
I needed to get my wits together. I still hadn’t figured out what she was going to use the money for, but I was certain it wasn’t for schooling. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. I didn’t like how weak she made me, or the fact that she made my blood pump in a way it never had before.
I could always call Tony and ask him where the money was being sent. Then again, he may not even tell me. We weren’t on good terms and it was a miracle I was even allowed into the auction after the way things ended between us previously.
I clenched my fists tightly, knowing that I would have to either get the information from her or tuck my tail between my legs and go to Tony, and at this point I didn’t suspect that either of them would talk.
“I need a drink…” I mumbled to myself, shoving away from the door and heading towards my father’s parlor. I needed to let go of the attraction I had towards Raven. Yes, she was attractive, and sweet, and the purest thing I had ever tasted, but she was also bought and nothing more than an item. Treating her any differently than that would make a gigantic mess of the entire issue.
I walked into the parlor and straight towards the bar, grabbing a crystal glass and the bottle of bourbon. I poured my drink and twisted around realizing that the room was empty and that, thankfully, I was alone.
“She’s beautiful…” I gripped my glass hard enough to break it, my brother’s voice meeting my ears.
“ She is, but she’s also not made for this world. She’s pure, sweet, and in danger of being tainted.” I brought the glass to my lips and downed the amber colored liquid in seconds.
Seth, my “evil twin” brother, smirked, knowing he was getting under my skin. I wasn’t one to share and he knew that, but he also knew that occasionally I could be persuaded to.
“I want ten minutes with her, little brother. That’s all I need,” He bragged, pouring his own drink. I watched the amber liquid swirl around in his glass and knew the answer to all my questions was right in front of me.
“You can have ten minutes with her, of course, in my presence only…” I started, Seth’s dark eyes narrowing at me.
“But there’s a catch… Do tell, little brother, I love knowing that you need something from me in return…” His evil grin filled my belly with fire.
“I need answers about her and I know for a fact she won’t give them to me. Tony claims she needed the money for school, but looking at her I know she wouldn’t just sell her body for something as simple as school. She could get student aide for that. I know there is something more going on, and if you get me the answers that you need, I will give you the time you want with her.” I could feel the pain in my chest radiating deep into my bones.
“I’ll get the information and we will go from there.” Seth downed his drink as well and then sat the crystal glass on the bar. We were a reflection of each other. Both of us were powerful businessmen, who had the potential to run Wall Street. We were tall, dark, and handsome, and women from all over the world wanted to be with us. What they didn’t realize though, was the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. We were the devils in fucking disguise, and once you signed your name on the dotted line, you would be forever indebted to us.
I nodded my head in agreement and Seth walked out of the parlor on a mission for answers. I slammed down onto the leather sofa holding my head in my hands, knowing that as much as I wanted to save Raven from the darkness that lurked at every corner, there would be no saving her.
If she wanted to survive, she would need to learn how to swim in the dark waters of this mansion.
I felt like I had been used and then discarded in the worst way. Yes, I had cum harder than I ever had before, but it wasn’t without strings. I had to suck off Fox and then call him Master the entire time he claimed my body.
I looked around the room for as long as I could. Fox had a fully stocked closet with dress clothes and lounging clothes and, as badly as I didn’t want to imagine him in a pair of ripped dark jeans, I couldn’t help it. My body begged for his touch while my mind ran to the nearest corner for protection.
When the time seemed to drag into hours, I got in the shower and washed away the smell of sex from my skin. No, we hadn’t fucked but he had fingered me, and my release coated my skin. I hated the smell because it reminded me of him and he wasn’t here right now.
Once I was clean enough, I got out and dried off, taking one of his white dress shirts and slipping it on. I had no panties, and no clothing of my own, so I hoped like hell that he wouldn’t have a problem with me wearing his shirt.
Then I slipped under the covers of the large king size bed, my body melting into the soft mattress. I hadn’t realized how tired I was until my head hit the pillow. My eyes drifted closed, and my breaths became shallow, as I drifted off into nothingness.
“You don’t have to do this, sweetheart. We can find another way to pay the medical bills. I don’t need the medicine…” My mother was trying to find any excuse she could to stop me
. What she didn’t know was that I had already made my mind up. I had contacted Tony, who I knew through a friend, and decided it was the only way I could make enough money in time.
“You’ve lost all your insurance, Momma. You need the money. We need the money. If I can do something to help, I will.” I held her hand tightly in my mine. The worry in her blue eyes scared me, but not as much as losing her did.
Without my mother I had no one, and I refused to lose her just because I was scared of something. The arrangements had already been made.
“I don’t want you getting caught up in something bad trying to save me, sweetheart. I’ve worked hard my entire life to keep you out of the dark things this world has to offer…” She was pleading with me to not do it and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that everything was done.
“I understand, Momma. I understand.” I soothed her with a smile and stroke of the head. She was my everything and if I had to do something bad to keep her here on Earth for a little bit longer then I would.
The cancer she had was treatable but only with the right kind of medicine, and chemo treatements. Treatments that she was being denied now that she lost her job with Smith Industries.
I knew the second the letter came in the mail what I was going to do. College was no longer an option. I would take care of my family the best that I could, and if that meant showing a little skin or giving up my virginity then I was all for it.
I stared at her for a long time, the bags under her eyes made her seem older than her fifty-year-old self. It was times like this that I wished my father was still here. He would be able to comfort her like I couldn’t.
“I’ve got you, Momma. I’ll get you the medicine you need,” I whispered in her ear, willing the tears that stung my eyes away. I wouldn’t cry. Not over this. Not because of some rich bastard sitting in his high rise who fired my mom because she was on leave of absence. There were laws that could protect her but she didn’t want to fight with them. It was hard enough being sick, let alone fighting with someone to keep the medicine that kept you alive.
“Little lamb…” Someone was shaking me, my body moving across the smooth sheets. I inhaled the masculine scent of the pillow and realized that it wasn’t a dream and that I truly was living with the devil himself now.
“Huh?” I popped an eye open looking up at Fox through blurry eyes. I couldn’t look at him and feel hate. Not with the way he made me feel deep inside. He owned my body in a way that no one had before. His father, on the other hand, was dead to me. I could feel the warmth Fox’s hand creeping up my thigh and wondered what it was that he had in store for me.
After leaving me alone like he had all evening I wasn’t sure I wanted to give into his touch so soon.
“You smell like me…” I could feel his nose in my hair as I blinked away the sleep from my eyes. His voice was soft, and as I came to more, the smell of whiskey stung my nostrils. He had been drinking.
“I took a shower and then put one of your shirts on. I didn’t know if I could or not, but I felt more comfortable with it on.” I looked at him, really looked at him, the man that wasn’t hiding behind a giant wall.
He was handsome, far more handsome than I had realized before, but he was also torn. The look in his eyes didn’t mirror his body language. A large boyish grin pulled at his thin lips and his dark eyes twinkled with mischief in the dim lights of the room.
My eyes scanned over his sharp jaw line and then back down over his broad shoulders and muscled chest. My pussy clenched with need and I shifted beneath the covers, trying to hide my arousal for this man.
“Why is it that, little lamb? Did you think it would protect you from me? A little piece of cloth that I could easily rip from your body?” He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck while unbuttoning his own shirt.
I sank my nails into the mattress, trying to resist his sinful touch. He promised me things that my body wanted, but that my mind refused to take.
“No, I didn’t.” I tried to remain strong, his lips pressing against my throbbing pulse. I couldn’t help but lean my head back, giving him better access to my throat. My body begging me to give in to whatever it was that he asked of me.
“Good, because it won’t save you. Nothing will. I’m a bad man, little lamb, and I’m trying so badly to do right by you, even though I know I don’t really have it in me to do the right thing.” Another kiss, and another slew of words that made my heart beat faster in my chest. I had never been in love, or felt for a man, but if I could, if things were different and I didn’t have to focus on my mother, then I think, maybe, I could be with Fox.
Maybe things could be different between us. He was hardened by something in his life and parts of me wanted to crack him wide open and examine those broken pieces. Was he fixable? I didn’t know.
“Being good doesn’t make you weak. You bringing me here has been a blessing, regardless of being terrified of you and what may happen…” I treaded lightly over my next words, missing his lips and touch as he pulled away to remove his button down shirt. “I might have made the choice to auction myself off, but you provided the income for me to go to school.” I tried to sound grateful and not like I was lying my ass off.
Especially when the very first rule Fox ever told me was never to lie to him. I was drawn into his body, my eyes scanning over his tight muscled chest, each muscled ab pronounced and begging to be touched. My breath faltered as he reached for his belt, undoing it.
“And I can easily take that income away at any point and time, little lamb….” I bit the inside of my cheek as emotions swarmed me. I couldn’t let him do that. I would have to do what was needed to get by for now.
“But would you…?” I challenged him, feeling more awake now than I ever had before. His dress slacks fell to the floor, his belt clattering against the wood. The sound resonated through me, echoing a reminder of something I should never forget. Fox was in control and always would be, as long as I remained under his thumb. If he told me now to bend over so that he could fuck me, then I would have no option but to do so. After all, that was why I was here…
He stroked his semi-hard cock in his hand and I eyed it, wondering what was going to take place.
“Roll over…” he ordered gruffly, and I did so, rolling over to my belly without another word. A deep laugh erupted from his chest just as I placed my cheek against the soft sheets, the noise forcing me to turn my head and look at him. What was so funny? The laughter met his eyes.
“I rolled over, just as you asked me,” I confessed, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. I didn’t know what I had done wrong.
“You're so eager for my cock, little lamb, that the second I tell you to roll over, you do so, arching your back and showing that sweet virginal pussy off..."The crude words he spoke turned me on, burning a path of arousal straight to my core. “What you don’t realize is, as much as I would love to fuck you right now, I know it’s not right, so when I said,” Roll over," I meant move over so I can get in the fucking bed too.”
Realizing what he meant now, I pushed up off my belly and scooted to the far side of the bed. The sheets were cold beneath my legs, even though the embarrassment that burned my cheeks should’ve warmed me. It was hot enough, after all.
Fox must’ve seen my embarrassment, because as soon as he was in the bed and beneath the covers, he was pulling me across the mattress and into his warm arms.
“I wasn’t trying to make it seem like I wanted you to fuck me. I just didn’t want to disobey you…” I tried to cover up my arousal and lick the wounds that I had given myself silently.
“Shhh, little lamb. There is nothing wrong with wanting the sly fox to take a bite out of you. I don’t blame you at all. In fact, if I were you, I would be rolling onto my belly and arching my back for this cock often.” His smugness was enough to make me want to throat punch him.
“You’re not making this better,” I grumbled into his chest. All of this should’ve bothered me, the cuddling, the bed sharing
, and me wearing his clothes but I couldn’t lie and say I there wasn’t a possibility that I could get use to this.
“Go to sleep, lamb.” He smoothed his large hand over my hair, trying to soothe me, or at least it seemed that way. Fox didn’t seem like he had a gentle bone in his body but when he touched me right now, all I felt was his soft caress. I promised myself then, that no matter what happened after this, I would always remember this special moment with him. That he could be gentle and maybe even kind.
“Goodnight, Fox.” I risked my neck calling him Fox instead of Master, but he said nothing, just hummed a silent tune in my ear, calming me and making me feel like I actually stood a chance here.
As my eyes drifted closed and Fox held me tighter against his chest, the lie I had told him and everyone else to get here, weighed heavily on my shoulders. Still, telling him the truth wasn’t an option, which meant I couldn’t fall for him. I couldn’t fall for this side of him. The sweet side that I was sure he never showed to anyone.
“Little lamb… Little lamb….” He whispered in my ear, right before I slipped into darkness, wondering if I could pull all this off without hurting anyone.
I didn’t sleep, like ever, but last night in bed with Raven, I slept, and I slept hard as hell. When I awoke, Raven was still asleep, her head snuggled into my neck, her soft breaths falling against my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. I had been a bit shocked that she was wearing one of my shirts to bed and even more shocked at how willing to she was to let me fuck her.
I needed to shake off these feelings, whatever they were, that seemed to be forming in my cold heart. I had no room for love, or even lust in my life. Not in the line of work I was in. Smith Industries needed me, and some little girl with a virgin pussy and soft eyes wasn’t going to take that away from me.
I looked down at her peaceful sleeping form one last time before getting out of bed and entering the bathroom. I didn’t bother turning around to look at her, knowing that, no matter how I felt, nothing could change what either of us were born into. I was a businessman and one of the meanest on Wall Street. My mother would hate the man I had become had she lived long enough to see me at this point and time in my life.