by Hamel, B. B.
8
Case
I can’t help myself. It’s like a storm in my blood, my need for Eden. It almost burns me alive, threatens to destroy me, if I don’t embrace it.
And I do. I let it all in, every ounce of it. With her here, in the middle of the night, sitting on my bed…
Well, I can’t help myself anymore.
All of my desire comes bursting through. My craving, my addiction, my need. She’s here, ready to fulfill every wish.
And now I’m going to have it.
I don’t feel tired anymore. It’s past three and I haven’t slept a wink, but I don’t care. I know either Fox or Jessamine was standing at her doorway, watching her. They’re both dangerous, and I never should’ve left Eden alone.
But now she’s safe. Now she’s with me.
Now I can own her, mark her, make her all mine.
Eden’s taste floods through me. One simple kiss. One simple moment. And suddenly I feel changed, flooded.
I reach back and grab her hair, pulling tight. She gasps as I pull her head back, tilting her chin up.
“Can you handle this, Eden?” I ask her quietly. “Can you handle me, the real me?”
“I think so,” she whispers.
“You can’t think. You can’t let yourself be unsure. You have to give yourself to me completely, without hesitation. Can you do that?”
Her eyes meet mine. There’s no hesitation there.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good.” I pull her to her feet, move her over to the fire. I stand her there before I sit down in one of the chairs. “Strip for me.”
She stares but only for a moment. She slowly takes the sweatshirt off. She’s not wearing a bra and her pink nipples are hard, whether from the cold or excitement, I’m not sure.
It doesn’t matter. She’s fucking perfect. Her breasts are round, perky, full. I watch as she takes off the sweatpants, stepping out of them. She’s wearing black panties, slightly lacy. I can’t help but smile.
“Turn around,” I say.
She obeys, turning. She looks over her shoulder at me.
“On your toes.”
She goes up on her toes, ass firming, raising, not that she needs it. Her back arches slightly and I can feel my pulse pounding.
Every muscle under her skin is perfect. It’s a beautiful back, smooth but taut, not an excessive ounce of anything. It’s like she was sculpted from marble for this moment.
“Turn back around,” I say. “Get on your knees.”
She obeys, slowly getting to her knees. She sits back on her heels.
“Spread your legs. Both hands forward on the ground in front of you.”
She gets into position. Her legs are spread wide, forming a V behind her, while her hands hold some weight, pressing her breasts together. I can feel my pulse pounding.
“Stay,” I whisper as I get up and take off my clothes. I stop at my boxer briefs, although my cock is practically tearing through them.
I walk around her, admiring her body. I stop to one side of her, pulling her hair nice and tight, but she holds her position.
“Good,” I say. “Very good.”
She bites her lip and looks at me. “Am I making you happy?”
“You make me very happy, Eden. Sweet, perfect Eden.” I release her hair and come around in front of her. I take off my boxer briefs, slowly stroking my cock. Her eyes stare into mine and I can see the desire there, intense and unwavering.
“Open your mouth,” I whisper.
She does. At first, I run my thumb down her lips. I can see a shiver run down her spine.
I step forward and slide the tip of my cock into her mouth.
She takes it, rolling her tongue. I smile down at her as I press my cock deeper into her mouth.
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t move. I push it deeper, deeper. She gags and I pull back.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “You’ll let me fuck your pretty little mouth, won’t you?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want,” I whisper and press my cock into her mouth again. I slide it in and out of her lips and she lets me fuck her mouth. Saliva runs all down my shaft and I slide it deep into her throat, pushing deeper, making her gag.
She takes my cock like a good girl. She doesn’t move, her breasts pressed together, her legs spread. She takes my big, thick cock in her pretty little mouth and I know she fucking loves it.
I fuck her in and out, sliding my dick along her tongue. She lets out a groan as I gag her again.
“Good girl,” I say, and press my cock down her throat one more time. I keep it there, pressed deep down as she gags, but I don’t pull it back. She lets me, holding still, until I finally pull it back.
She takes a deep breath.
“Good,” I say. I grab her by the hair. “Get up.”
She obeys. I turn her over and get her up on her hands and knees, spreading her ass wide.
“Look at you,” I say softly. “I bet you’ve never had a cock in your ass before, have you?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Good. I think that’ll be my pleasure, then.” I lick her ass, top to bottom, before sliding a finger inside.
She bites her lip. I laugh and slide it back out.
And then I spank her.
She gasps, more from surprise than from pain. I didn’t spank her hard, not as hard as I wanted to.
I spank her again though, and again. Her ass is cherry pink when I’m finished. She’s biting her lip, fingers gripping the sheets.
I drop to my knees and lick her pussy.
I’m not cruel. I’m not mean. I need what I need, but I know she has needs, too. I’m not going to make her suffer for no reason.
In the end, she’ll thank me.
I lick her pussy in and out, sliding up to tease her clit, back down to her dripping cunt. I tease her from behind, licking her ass, licking her pussy, every single inch of her.
I watch her fingers grip the sheets, but this time, it’s from pleasure, not pain.
I pull back and spank her again. She gasps as I drop back down to lick her before the pain disappears. She wiggles her hips, eyes wide.
“Pleasure and pain, little Eden,” I say. “They go hand in hand. If you want one, you have to have the other.”
I tease her now, standing. I use my fingers to rub her clit from behind and I spank her with the other hand.
“Pleasure and pain, light and dark. We all have it inside of us, Eden. If you give yourself to me, I’ll show you more than you ever thought possible. I’ll show you a whole new side of yourself you didn’t know was there. You might be afraid, but I promise, sweet Eden, it’ll feel so good.”
She groans in response as I press my fingers nice and deep inside of her. I curl them up and out, sliding along her, finding that spot that’ll drive her insane.
She wiggles her hips again, pushing back against me. I smirk and push deeper, fingers sliding further into her tight, wet cunt.
“That’s right. Give yourself over. If you want it deeper, take it deeper. Don’t be afraid to get what you need, sweet Eden.” I lean forward, grabbing her hair with my free hand. “But don’t forget that I always get what I want, too.”
She groans as I pull back. I roll her over and spread her legs. She thinks I’m going to fuck her, I can see it in her eyes.
“Touch yourself,” I command, spreading her wide.
She hesitates. But she does what I ask. She reaches between her legs and tentatively rubs her clit.
“Don’t touch yourself like you don’t know what you’re doing,” I say. I reach forward and grab her hair. “Fuck your little pussy with your fingers.”
She groans and slides two fingers deep inside of herself. I release her hair and step back, watching, slowly stroking my cock. She fucks herself fast with her fingers, deep and rough. I love watching her breasts shake as she does it, pushing harder and harder, sliding in and out, making her body writhe
with pleasure,
“You like having someone watch,” I say softly. “You’re excited by it. You get turned on knowing I’m stroking my cock just staring at your pussy. You love exposing your wet, tight, pink little cunt for me. You’re a dirty fucking girl, Eden. You know it, deep down.”
Her eyes flash into mine, all fire and passion. I can tell she’s losing herself, falling under my spell. I smirk at her, stroking my cock faster.
“You dirty fucking girl, Eden. Could you stop if I told you to? Could you stop and go back to bed?”
“You wouldn’t,” she gasps.
“I would,” I say. “Sometimes I just want to see you suffer. I want to see you frustrated.”
“No,” she moans. “Please. I need it.”
“You do need it,” I say back. I get closer, pulling her over toward me. “Keep touching yourself. Open your mouth. I want you to moan while you suck my cock.”
She does exactly what I want. Her lips open, her perfect, plump lips, and she sucks my cock, finger-fucking her pussy faster and faster. She sucks me sloppy and raw, not caring about technique or anything but the need, the fire, the want. I watch her pretty mouth bob up and down my shaft, saliva sliding all along her lips. Her breasts shake, her whole body shakes.
I pull her back, my whole body lit up from the inside. I’m fucking burning now, a goddamn volcano. I can’t handle it anymore, can’t take it.
I grab her and drag her over to me, turning her around, ass in the air. I spit on her tight little ass and stroke more spit onto my cock before pressing it up against her.
She groans and I can sense the fear. “Relax,” I say just before I push my cock inside of her tight, virgin ass.
She gasps and groans. I push inside her slowly, spreading her apart. She takes me, moaning the whole time. I slowly fuck her ass, going faster, pumping harder.
She groans. I can tell it’s half from pain, half from pleasure. I reach around her hips as I bury my cock in her tight hole, rubbing her clit. She feels so fucking good, tight and warm and intense. I work my hips, fucking her ass, rubbing her clit.
“You never pictured getting fucked in the ass by me, I know,” I whisper to her. “You never pictured doing any of this. But you’ll do a lot more before I’m finished with you, Eden, I promise. You’ll do so much more.”
I grind into her, fucking that tight ass. I rub her clit faster, harder. She works back against me, moaning, sweat on her skin. She’s been working hard for me, giving me what I want, and now I want to give her what she needs.
I work her clit faster, rubbing in wide circles, pushing light and soft and light and hard. She gasps as my cock pumps into her ass, faster and faster.
And she comes. The orgasm rips through her. She’s been on the edge for a while now, probably since I got her on her knees at the very beginning. She comes in great waves, just like when I licked her cunt out in the car.
She comes with my cock buried in her ass, which only makes her tighten up. It feels fucking amazing, and I can feel my own orgasm growing in my balls.
But no, I want one more thing. When she’s finally through, I pull my cock from her ass and step back.
“Suck me off,” I say.
She stares at me for a second. I can see recognition flash in her eyes.
She hesitates. I stare at her, my cock rock hard.
She drops to her knees and takes me between her lips.
“Fuck,” I groan.
She sucks my cock, the filthy girl. She sucks my cock faster and faster, gagging herself, losing herself in the moment. I lose myself as she licks me clean and sucks me faster.
Now I know she’ll do anything for me. Now I know I can have what I want and give her so much more.
I come in her pretty little mouth. I come hard, the orgasm ripping through me, bliss filling my every inch. I groan as it rolls through me.
And she swallows my cum without hesitation. She swallows every single drop and wipes me clean when I’m through.
“Fuck,” I say. “God damn, sweet Eden. You really are a good girl.”
She looks up at me, eyes shining. There’s a joy in her expression I didn’t expect.
She loves the praise, I realize. She loves getting praised.
I kneel down in front of her and kiss her slowly, tongue in her mouth. “You made me very happy tonight,” I say softly.
“I did a good job?”
“A very god job.” I kiss her softly, gently. “Now it’s time to sleep.”
She nods as I peel back the covers.
She pulls them over her and looks up at me.
“Good night,” she whispers.
“Good night.”
I sit next to her, watching as she breathes in and out, slowly drifting off.
I brush her hair from her pretty face. My little Eden, my sweet Eden. Fate brought her here, but now she’s mine.
Now every inch of her is mine.
And I know I’m going to have to make a decision. I’ll have to choose if I’m going down the path my family chose for me or if I’m going to do better. I’ve been trying for so long, trying to be better. I’ve been good, so good.
But now I’m being bad. Now I’m giving in and taking something I shouldn’t.
Poor, sweet Eden.
She should run the fuck away.
But I’ll make my choice soon. And when I do, her world will never be the same.
9
Eden
“Take the day off,” Case says to me as I walk down the front steps the next morning.
I look back at him. “You’re such a generous employer.”
He laughs and winks. “You already got paid last night. I think you need a little break now.”
I roll my eyes but can’t help smiling. I wave and head down through the side gate and into my car.
I drive back home, thinking about the night before the whole time. For a man that had just been stabbed, Case didn’t seem like the pain was slowing him down. If anything, he seemed energized by the whole thing, especially when he got me into his bed.
But that person standing in the doorway is still bothering me. Someone was watching me last night while I slept. Case says it wasn’t him, and I don’t think he’d lie.
That means it was either Fox or Jessamine.
Jessa is a little weird, but not creepy. I don’t know much about her, but she’s young and pretty and mostly keeps to herself. I doubt it was her, to be totally honest.
Which leaves Fox. He’s strange, and although I deal with him every day, I still don’t know him at all. I don’t even know how old the man is, like he’s some kind of ageless ghost or something.
I sigh to myself and shake my head. I try and get rid of any lingering creepiness as I finally pull into the driveway of my mom’s little house.
I sit there for a minute, staring at the old familiar place. I grew up here, had a lot of happy memories here, and some bad ones. All of those memories, or practically all of them, involve my mom: tall, strong, always smiling.
That’s just a memory now, though. My father left when I was ten and never came back, and after he was gone, things started to turn.
Although nothing was perfect even when he was around. I remember my father as a tired, lazy, angry man. He had no patience for the doctor visits my mom had to constantly go to, all the injections she had to take, all the physical therapy she underwent to keep herself strong. He wasn’t patient when she was in bed most of the day, too exhausted to do anything, or when she used the bathroom fifty times every night.
I don’t know why he left. But one day I woke up and he was gone. My mom doesn’t talk about him, and I don’t ask.
I don’t really care, not anymore.
I kill my engine and climb out of the car, stretching my legs a little. I feel stiff, like I was working out all night. Which is probably pretty accurate.
I smile to myself and blush a little as I head inside. “Hi, Mom!” I call out, heading into the kitchen. I start cooking right away, crac
king some eggs into a pan, toasting some bread, making coffee. I whistle to myself while I work.
When I’m finished, I carry the food upstairs on a tray. My mother’s door is shut, but that’s not unusual. I push it open and step inside to find her still in bed.
She looks up at me, a little smile on her face. “Hi, honey,” she says.
I sit down on the other side of the bed and slide the tray over into her lap. “Morning,” I say.
She smiles and sits up. Her eyes are startlingly blue, beautiful and wide. Her hair is messy from bed, mostly brown with some gray peppered through it. Her skin is pale and loose and the bags under her eyes suggest she didn’t sleep very well again.
At first glance, my mom doesn’t look sick. She’s not hooked up to machines, she’s not in constant pain. There’s no obvious sign that her disease had started to progress again after years of lying dormant.
But if she gets out of bed, it’ll become obvious very quickly. Her limp starts small during the day, barely a shuffle, until she starts to get tired. Soon her left foot doesn’t raise high enough, something called a “drop foot,” and she needs a cane to get around. These days, she just starts out using the cane, not even pretending like she won’t need it at some point.
Multiple sclerosis is a hell of a disease. It affects everyone differently. Some people get it late in life, or at least are diagnosed late, and they go from walking and healthy to wheelchair bound and dying over the course of months. Some people, like my mom, get diagnosed sooner, or get a lucky form of the disease, and can go years without showing any outward signs.
But the symptoms were always there, just subtle. She’d tire easily, she’d go to the bathroom constantly, she’d complain of headaches, her eyesight would get blurry. The injections they put her on when I was six helped keep the disease from progressing too far, but it was always there, always a possibility.
She’s been fine for so long. But two years ago, something changed. I don’t know why or what, but she took a turn for the worse, and rapidly went from being able to move around without any issues to suddenly having to constantly fight exhaustion and limping.