by Sky Corgan
“Unreasonable demands?” He quirks his head back. “Perhaps you don't know what ownership means. Or perhaps you didn't read the contract all the way through. It's very important—”
“Oh, don't belittle me,” I snap. “I'm not some child that doesn't know to read before you sign.”
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. I can tell that I'm trying his patience, but I don't really give a shit. I'm at the end of mine.
“Perhaps it would be better if I let you know what I expect from you,” he says. I don't reply. I'm too upset to say anything that wouldn't come out with venom. “You will live here with me from now on. You will not work. You will be...dutiful.”
“Dutiful,” I parrot mockingly, “What's that supposed to mean? Shall I press your shirts and cook your meals, clean this stupidly big house and be at your beck and call?”
“That would be a nice start.”
My mouth falls open at the audacity of him. “You can hire someone for that.”
“I kinda did.” He presses his lips into a thin line.
Gavin is looking at me like I'm crazy, and I'm beginning to wonder if I am. He's right, after all. I did sign the contract, and I definitely read the entire thing beforehand. I dreamt about a life just like the one he's describing, happy little housewife. Except what I deluded myself into thinking was that I'd be perfectly content to give my subservience to a complete stranger, someone I have no emotional attachment to. I wanted to sell myself to an idea of love that's just impossible in this type of situation. Essentially, I fucked myself over.
I let out a long sigh, resigning myself to the fate I so stupidly cast upon myself. “Fine.”
“Fine?” He seems surprised by my sudden surrender.
“Fine,” I repeat. “You're right. You bought me. I'm yours now. This is what we both signed up for. I could renege on the contract, but it's honestly not what I want.” Is it not? Gavin is more than handsome, and he's promising me the life that I've always wanted. Not cleaning up after him, but being with a successful man who can take care of me. “But we're going to have to make some compromises.”
“Compromises?” He makes it sound like the word is foreign to him.
“First off, if you want a maid, hire one. That's not what I'm here for.” I cut him with an icy gaze.
Gavin smirks. “Did you really think I was going to make you do all those things you listed?”
“I don't know you at all,” I remind him, “so what else am I supposed to think?”
“Fair enough.” He nods. “I'm not asking you to be my housemaid, but I will expect you to do things for me from time to time.”
“As long as they're reasonable things, I won't object.”
“Any other requests?” He seems impatient to move the conversation along.
I think for a moment. “I want to keep my job.” That's something I never thought I'd hear myself say. But it's not because I actually want to work or enjoy what I'm doing so much as that I can't imagine being stuck in this big house alone all day. From what I can tell, he doesn't even own any pets.
“You don't need a job anymore.” Gavin furrows his brow.
“I enjoy making my own money,” I lie. “It gives me a sense of purpose.”
“Being mine is the only purpose you need,” he insists stubbornly.
“Compromise,” I bark out the word, showing him it's non-negotiable.
“We'll come back to that,” he grumbles. “Is there anything else?”
“One last thing. I need to return home tonight to tell my mother what's going on and gather my things.”
“Out of the question.” His voice booms.
I cower back as if I've been slapped. That was not the reaction I was expecting.
“Why not?” I challenge him.
“Because you won't come back.”
For the first time since we've been together, I see a crack in his confident facade. Is that...fear I sense? Would me disappearing and not returning actually hurt him? Or would he just be upset because he lost his new toy?
“What makes you think I wouldn't come back?” I search his expression for vulnerability, a sense that he might actually care.
“Common sense.” He turns from me. “As you said, from your point of view, I abducted you. You're probably just looking for an excuse to run away.”
“If you don't trust me, Gavin, then this isn't going to work.” I lean slightly to draw his attention back to me. “That's the most basic element necessary for any type of relationship to work.”
“You don't trust me, so why should I trust you?” He sounds like an indignant child.
“We have to learn to trust each other, and this is the first step...for both of us.”
There's only one way I know of to make him trust me. If I want him to let me go, I have to give him something that he desperately wants. I have to give him my body.
CHAPTER SIX
GAVIN
My greatest fear is that she'll leave and not come back. I want to think that I'd stalk her until she submitted to my will and surrendered to being mine, but I'm not that desperate. I'm not some animal that's going to force her to be with me until she hates me. I want her to like me. Hell, I had hoped that she'd love me someday with all my stubborn imperfections, but that's probably too much to ask from a girl that I did pretty much abduct without warning.
“Trust,” I mumble the word. It's not something I give many people—at least, not in a positive light. I trust that most of my clients are probably guilty. I'm surrounded by liars on a daily basis. Why should she be any different?
“Trust me.” Her eyes soften as she crawls towards me. It's a slow crawl, the seductive type. One dainty hand in front of the other, her knees following. Like a cat stalking prey, her shoulders are slightly arched. It feels like a trap that I can't help but fall into.
“Trust you.” I'm not sure if it's a question or an agreement.
“Trust me,” she repeats, taking my face in her hands.
Against my better judgment, I lean into her touch, allowing myself to be ensnared by her. Althea presses her lips to mine. It's a sweet kiss, exactly what I'd imagined it would feel like coming from her lips. I yearn to deepen it, and the beast inside of me can't be contained. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me.
She smiles and giggles, and I feel my resolve to imprison her slipping away. She's much more beautiful happy than sad, and I hated seeing her cry.
What a difference a few minutes can make. But I know what this is. She's using the only weapon she has against me to get what she wants. I'm curious as to how far she's going to take this—how much going home means to her. And again, if this is just about the money. She never answered that question when we were in the limo.
A selfish part of me thinks that if she were to disappear after tonight, then I should get my money's worth. I could be cruel and selfish. I could pound into her without a second thought of the pain I was causing. But I desperately want her to come back, and that demands an enjoyable experience. I want her to know that she's safe in my arms—that I'd never purposely hurt her.
Althea straddles my lap, reaching between us to grab my cock and rest it against her pussy lips. I groan, my dick jerking in her hand before she lets it slap against her wetness. She rests her arms on my shoulders and begins moving up and down, teasing me. I fear that the way she looks into my eyes will be my undoing. I'd give her anything she wanted right now.
“Do you think you can trust me, Gavin?”
I silence her with a kiss, cradling her small body in my arms as I lie her on her back. Once I'm towering over her, I see the alarm in her expression. She's questioning again—always questioning.
The uncertainty fades almost as quickly as it was there. She melts beneath me as I kiss her, her eyes closing and her throat humming softly. My cock hangs heavy between her legs. Knowing it's just inches and moments away from breaking her virgin seal has me dripping. As the seconds pass, so does my fear that she'll try to stop
me.
I kiss a path from her mouth to her ear, nipping her lobe between my teeth before whispering, “I want to be inside you so badly.”
“Do you?” She wiggles her hips, pushing against my hardened length.
“Don't tease, little girl,” I warn her.
She grips my hair, pulling my head to the side. The aggressiveness of it about makes me lose my shit. “Or what? Will the big bad wolf come blow my door down?”
Something flares up inside of me. She hasn't even seen bad yet.
I sit up, capturing her wrists in my hands and forcing them above her head. Her chest heaves, but her eyes are pure lust. She enjoys being overpowered. Enjoys being held down. It's written all over her body. In the way she moves ever so slightly, like the rhythmic slithering of a snake. A soft wave. A curve as she writhes beneath me.
“You are mine,” I tell her firmly. “No one will ever touch this sweet cunt again after I've been in it.”
“No one,” she replies in the most seductive voice I've ever heard.
I keep her held down with one hand and grab my cock with the other, angling myself so that my helmet is pressing against her tight opening. The wetness between her legs helps it to slide snugly into place. I push forward slightly, and she hisses.
“Are you ready for me to blow down your door?” I mock her playfully with a smirk.
To challenge me, she tries to wiggle down, forcing me further inside. I suck in a breath, feeling like a fucking teenager about to blow his load. I have to push back down the tightness inside my stomach that's about to embarrass me. The last thing I want is my little goddess thinking I can't last.
“Don't just tell me what you're going to do, do it.” She bucks up again, taking my tip in, but once she realizes it's too much, she falls back.
“This is going to hurt,” I warn her, wishing I could make it easier on her somehow.
“I'm ready.” She closes her eyes like a child scared to watch a nurse give them a shot. My needle is much, much bigger.
I press forward slowly, feeding her one swollen inch at a time. She whimpers and bites her bottom lip, and I revel in the look of her as I claim her virgin pussy. I reach her doorway and tear through it. The ecstasy of the act causes me to lose control, and I slam into her the rest of the way, balls deep.
She cries out and shoots up to wrap around me, clinging to me as if weathering the worst storm ever. Her breath is still in her chest, but I can feel her trembling.
“It's all the way in, angel.” I kiss her temple, easing her back down onto the bed. “Are you alright?”
“It hurt a bit more than I expected,” she confesses.
“It will feel good soon. I promise. Trust me.” I capture her gaze and hold it. She nods, and I know she's choosing to believe me. For that reason, I have to bring my words to life.
I kiss her to distract her from the pain—to distract me from the intense squeezing sensation that's milking my pre-seed into her. I'd love nothing more than to fuck her senseless, but that can happen later...if she comes back to me. Tonight is all about her adjusting to me. To adjusting to each other. If everything goes right, we'll have a lifetime together.
I begin thrusting slowly, and her eyes immediately grow hooded. Soft moans leave her lips as I fuck her, her blood and wetness acting as lubrication to help ease my tunneling in and out of her.
“Your everything I wanted and more,” I tell her as I pick up the pace.
My mind is torn between focusing on the pleasure and reveling in the disbelief that I've just claimed my forever mate. I want this woman to be mine for the rest of my life. And I want to be hers. Only hers. Only mine.
If she could see what's going on inside my head, maybe she'd want me more. Maybe she'd feel the same way. But I've never been good at expressing my feelings. In the courtroom, I can talk for hours, but when it comes to intimate subjects...I'm hopeless.
I slow down, feeling like I should say something more to her, but she grips my forearm and breathily tells me not to stop. I can't help but smile. She's reaching that heavenly place that I wanted to bring her to—that I needed to show her she could find in my arms.
Knowing she can handle more, my cock pistons into her with abandon. I slip a hand to the place where our bodies join, pinching and massaging her clit. She lets out a shuddering breath, her back arching as her muscles clamp around me.
I curse, feeling her contractions milking me.
“Oh my God.” She pulls one of her hands free from my grasp and bites the skin on her thumb as her orgasm massages my cock.
“Mmm, I'm going to—” Before I can even finish the sentence, my stomach tenses as my balls pull up and spill their full load into her newly claimed cunt. I press in deep, rotating my hips and crushing against her clit. Althea moans loudly, clinging to me once more as I drag out her last contraction while I finish pouring into her.
I want to stay inside of her like this forever. I want to lie on top of her and breath out my exhaustion, but our height difference makes that difficult, so instead, I scoop her up in my arms and roll so that she's on top of me.
“Keep me inside,” I tell her gently when she starts to move, and she immediately stills, resting her head on my chest.
I pet her hair tenderly, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what she's thinking, surprised that I care. If she were anyone else, I'd be ready for her to get the fuck out of my house as soon as we were done. But she's not just anyone. She's someone special. My forever.
It feels like nearly an hour goes by before either of us speaks again.
“Do you trust me now?” she asks.
“Was that all that was about for you?” I need to know. If she's playing me for a fool...I'll be pissed. Maybe even hurt. Who knows? I can't predict anything anymore.
She gazes up at me, her pale blue eyes looking thoughtful. “No. I think I do like you.” Althea sets her head back down on my chest and makes a circle on my side with her fingertip. I twitch from the ticklish sensation. She looks at me again, grinning. “You're ticklish?”
“No,” I lie.
“Yes, you are.” She attacks me with both hands.
I instinctively curl up, practically throwing her off of me as I go into a laughing fit. “Stop.”
She kneels on the bed, looking proud of herself. “See, that's better.”
“What's better? Torturing me?” I glance up at her from where I'm lying on my side, refusing to stretch out because I'm afraid she'll tickle me some more.
“Being human,” she replies plainly.
“Did you think I wasn't?” I snort.
“I wasn't quite sure, to be honest.” She fans her legs out to the side, getting more comfortable.
“I assure you that I'm completely human.” I sit up, feeling fairly confident that she's done tickling me.
“Well, I'm glad to hear that.” She crawls to the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?” I stare at her as she starts to gather her clothes and put them back on.
“Home. That's what we agreed upon.”
I feel an ache in my chest from the thought of losing her. “When will you come back?”
“Whenever I've finished up with my mother.” She clasps her bra, and I frown from the loss of seeing her naked tits.
“So tonight,” I urge her.
“Probably not tonight.” Althea steps into her underwear and pulls them up, then goes for her shorts.
“You're being way too vague. What's to make me think you're even going to come back?” I give her a disapproving look.
“Because you trust me now. Right?” Her expression demands an answer, but since I don't give one, she continues. “We trust each other.”
In truth, I don't trust that she'll come back. But I also know I can't keep her a prisoner here. That would make her hate me, and I don't want that.
“I'll keep in touch with this.” She pulls her cell phone from her purse and holds it up to me.
“Just...come back to me.” I hate how p
athetic I sound, but some of my desperation definitely makes it into my voice.
Now fully dressed, Althea pulls her purse strap over her shoulder, smiling back at me with her body turned toward the door. “I will. I promise.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
ALTHEA
Back safely in my own bed, none of it seems real. Like an intense fever dream, Gavin was there one minute and gone the next. My feet carried me away from him, but I fear I left part of my heart behind. It's a strange thing to feel given what transpired between us.
In truth, I had nearly forgotten about him before he showed up at my work. His grand entrance was so unexpected that I couldn't process it as anything but something bad. When he took me back to his place, things only got worst. But then, somehow, the tides shifted. For all of his alpha male dominance, I was able to take back some control.
He's definitely not a man who is used to compromising, I think as I stare up at the ceiling.
My clit pulses as I replay our coupling in my mind. It was way hotter than I could have imagined. His words. His body. And now I'm no longer a virgin, and I'm sore. I squeeze my thighs together, but my muscles ache from being pried apart with his hips pressed between them.
“What happens now?” I whisper into the darkness.
My mother wasn't home when I arrived, which was a blessing. No doubt, she would have worried about where I was. I'm not sure how she's going to handle the news that I'm moving in with Gavin, especially when I've never mentioned him before. All the way home, I did my best to conjure up a believable story, but everything fell flat. I haven't been working long enough to have received a paycheck, and I'm still in training, so I haven't earned my own tips yet. It would be more realistic if I told her I was moving in with him after I had a few paychecks under my belt, but I know he won't wait that long.
So what do I tell her? The truth? That some handsome billionaire decided to buy me. She'd be upset and disappointed in me. Not that I'm not already a disappointment. Thankfully, she has never made me feel that way, but I could see it in her eyes every time I got a report card, and she knew I wasn't doing well enough in anything to earn a scholarship for college. I think she's started to accept that I'm a reflection of her. She should be happy that I found a way to better my life, even if it is unconventional.