by Kaley Colter
“So you’ve chosen to ignore my warning,” he said quietly, pressing his forehead against hers and gently nipping at her bottom lip.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied in mock bewilderment, her voice nothing more than a breathy whisper.
Ellie wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her so deep that she’d feel him in her core, wanted him to make her forget everything that had happened and remember that he was the only thing that really mattered. She could feel his erection against her belly, and she shifted beneath him so that it was pressed in between the V of her thighs, quivering at the incredible feeling of friction against her clit.
“Oh, I think you know what I’m talking about,” he whispered, skimming his lips along her neck. “And I think you want it.”
Ellie moaned softly. “I do,” she breathed. “I want it.”
Nick bit down on the tender bit of flesh along the curve of her neck and shoulder, and Ellie reflexively grabbed his head and held it there, taking pleasure in the delicious sort of pain that came from his bite. It was a firm bite—definitely not playful—and she felt like he was really marking her, like he was enacting some kind of ritual of ownership.
He released her skin from his teeth and looked down at the mark in satisfaction. “My Ellie,” he whispered.
His words drifted over her like the sweetest caress. She was undeniably his. And she didn’t ever want to belong to anyone else.
* * * *
Nick leaned up off of her, gazing down at the bite on her neck and feeling dark heat build up deep in his groin at the mark of ownership. He knew from the way that she had held his head down that she had liked it as much as he had. And he was glad she did, because that sure as hell wasn’t the only way he was going to claim her.
He reached down to unbutton her jeans and pull them down her legs, his movements slow and methodical. He placed them aside, then stripped off her socks and panties and grasped her ankles in his hands, spreading her legs wide open.
“I can smell your arousal,” he said to her, his voice low and rough. Ellie blushed and looked away from him in embarrassment. “Hey,” he called to her, running the back of his knuckle lightly over the seam of her pussy, “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, kitten. Nothing makes me harder than the smell of your wetness.”
Ellie let out a strangled breath when he lay down in between her legs, spread her labia, and blew softly on the swollen folds of her pussy. She was all pink and glistening, and he was overtaken by the urge to bury his face in between her legs and lick her pussy until she was ready and begging to be fucked.
With one swipe of his tongue, he licked down the length of her pussy, smiling as Ellie bucked her hips and shoved her sex harder against his face. She tasted sweet and spicy, so uniquely Ellie, and he knew he would thoroughly enjoy licking up her cream when she came against his mouth. He brought his lips to her plump, pouting clit and kissed it lightly, watching with eyes full of passion as she tossed her head back and forth on the bed and nearly wept with frustration.
“Easy, kitten,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “Just lie back and feel.”
He brought his lips down around her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Ellie gasped, trying to squeeze her legs shut at the intensity of it, but Nick’s broad shoulders held them wide open. He wouldn’t relent, sucking and tugging at her swollen nub until she was thrashing on the bed, unable to take more.
After scraping his teeth lightly around her clit, he withdrew his mouth and slid the tip of his finger inside her soaking wet cunt, chuckling as the hot, tight walls of her sheath clutched at him greedily. He pulled his finger out, and she cried out in protest, trying to slide her hips down the bed to keep him inside her.
“It’s all right, baby,” he said softly as he cupped his hands under her ass and held her firmly in place. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Nick buried his face in her sex and stabbed his tongue inside her pussy. Ellie froze, shocked at the new sensation, but as Nick slid his tongue up and down the walls of her canal she melted into the bed with soft, needy whimpers that made Nick’s cock throb with potent desire. She was rolling her hips against his face, trying to push his tongue deeper inside just as she had rolled her hips for deeper penetration the last time he had fucked her. Her urgency was mounting, and he could tell by the way that her muscles were tensing and her thighs were squeezing his shoulders that she was on the verge of release.
She came with a soft cry against his mouth, and he could feel her pussy spasm against his tongue as he lapped up all the hot cream that came in a rush down her sheath. She had shot her hands down and tangled them in his hair the moment her orgasm had hit her, and she continued holding his head against her sex with trembling fingers as the last of her climax shuddered through her body.
Nick swiped his tongue over her opening one last time before pulling away and jumping off the bed. He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs, looking at Ellie as she lay perfectly still on the bed, legs apart, face flushed, and eyes closed. When he came back on the bed and lay on top of her, she blinked and gazed up at him with a dreamy look in her eyes, letting out a little gasp of pleasure as he brought his hips down and the head of his shaft pressed for a moment against her pussy.
And then, without any warning, he thrust his hips powerfully and slid his cock all the way inside her slick, hot pussy. Ellie gasped sharply, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders and digging her fingernails into his back as the shock of having his big, thick cock slam into her tore through her body.
She had been lying there so meekly, legs spread open and ready to submit, that Nick had been overcome with the desire to plunge his cock inside and claim her body. He was leaning over her on his elbows, careful not to crush her, and he gazed down at her face as he seated himself fully inside her sheath. Her eyelids were shut tightly together, and Nick groaned as he saw her suck her bottom lip into her mouth. He would fuck her so hard that there’d be no question who she belonged to.
Nick started rocking his hips, thrusting into her and gritting his teeth as the walls of her pussy squeezed down on him like a fist. She was moaning softly, pulling his shoulders down and burying her face in the curve of his neck as he pumped his cock in and out. He reached down with one arm and wrapped it under her ass, tilting her hips upwards so that he could drive his shaft deeper inside. She cried out at the change in position and then wrapped her legs tightly around his lower back, encouraging him to go as deep as possible.
“Yes,” she gasped. “I want you deep. I want all of you.”
Nick’s face darkened with a look of searing passion. “Can you take it?” he whispered as he started ramming his cock violently inside her, as far as he could go.
“Yesss,” she moaned. “I want it hard. I want it deep.”
He started thrusting faster, more powerfully. He could feel a hot coil of pleasure tighten low in his groin, and he knew he was close to coming. He leaned up off of her and pulled her legs up on his shoulders, driving into her so deep that he was sure he was hitting the mouth of her womb.
He reached down and started rubbing her clit furiously with his thumb as he continued pounding into her, looking down at her sex and feeling the pressure in his groin build even higher as he saw the way the lips of her pussy clung to his shaft with every drag and plunge. Ellie was writhing beneath him, jerking her hips and tearing at the sheets in her hands, and he could tell that she was on the edge of release.
Ellie screamed, and Nick felt her pussy spasm around his cock as she came. Her climax hit her hard, and she brought her hand to her mouth and bit down as her pussy convulsed again and again. Nick continued thrusting into her, groaning each time her pussy clamped down on his cock and feeling the pressure in his core build up impossibly high. His balls drew up tightly against his body and his cock got unbelievably hard, and he knew that his own release was upon him.
He pulled out of her pussy, tore her hand away from her mouth, and shoved his
cock all the way down her throat as his cock pulsed with the streams of his release. She swallowed rapidly, trying to keep up with the endless spurts of cum as he wrapped his hand around her neck and held her head firmly against his groin.
“That’s it, baby,” he gritted out. “Swallow it all.”
She moaned against his cock, sucking every last drop from the head of his shaft until he was spent and pulled out of her. She gasped in a breath and licked the cum from her lips, smiling sweetly up at him.
Nick let out a rough, throaty chuckle. “Taste good, sweetheart?”
“Mhmm,” she replied, flashing him a naughty grin before burying herself into his arms.
Nick pulled her down beside him on the bed and swept his thumb around her mouth to wipe away the last drops of cum. She nuzzled his cheek and then rested her head on his shoulder, letting out a little sigh of contentment.
Nick looked down at her, feeling his whole face break out into a smile as he traced his eyes over her thick tangle of hair, her dilated pupils, her pink cheeks, and her swollen lips. He kissed her forehead and pressed her tightly to his chest.
My Ellie. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Chapter 8
Ellie needed to get money. She needed to get her own apartment. She knew that Nick would be proud of her for getting her life together and finding a way to get her own place, and that he would be happier to not have to provide a roof over her head, even if he didn’t admit it.
She knew she shouldn’t listen to Marcus, but maybe he was right about this one thing. It didn’t really matter, however, because regardless of whether it was right or wrong, it was stuck in her head and she needed to do something about it. The only problem was she didn’t have enough money at the moment to pay the first and last month’s rent for a vacant apartment she had found. It wasn’t the best place—it was run-down and in a fairly shady neighborhood—but it was cheap and only a forty minute bus ride to Nick’s house.
She thought back to when she and Marcus had been short on money they needed for emergency home repairs—like the time a pipe had burst and flooded the basement. The little money she made from her waitressing job was usually never enough to cover the bill, and Marcus, of course, never had any money lying around to contribute. Marcus would always go get a loan from somebody, and then she would have to work like a slave to keep up with the payments. He had mentioned the name of the guy to her once or twice, and she did recall that it was a rather odd-sounding name, but she could not for the life of her remember what it was.
She shut off the television in her room and sunk her head in her hands, deep in thought. After several minutes of concentrated effort, the name finally surfaced in her head. It was Banyon Crete.
She ran into the kitchen, grabbed the phone book out of one of the drawers, and brought it back to her bedroom. She sat cross-legged on her bed with the phone book spread out before her, scanning page after page until she caught sight of his name.
Reaching over to her nightstand, she grabbed her cell phone, punched in the number, and waited, breathless, as the dial tone rang.
“Hello?” a gruff voice answered.
“Um, yes, hi. Is this Banyon Crete?” Ellie asked shakily.
“Ya. Who’s asking?”
Ellie paused, searching for a way to introduce herself. “Um, I don’t know if you remember Marcus Thorn?”
“Ya, of course I remember. We still keep in touch. But clearly you’re not him. So what the hell do you want?”
The man’s tone was a cause of considerable disquiet for Ellie, and though she could feel fear and anxiety proliferating in her head, she took a deep breath and forced herself to spit out what she wanted to say. “I’m his stepsister. My name’s Ellie. I remember that Marcus used to come to you for short-term loans. I was wondering if I could get a loan off you. I’m kind of in need of some money right now.”
There was a pause. Then, “I see. Yes, I can give you a loan. But you have to keep up with the payments. Come by my house if you want. I’m here all day tomorrow.”
Ellie scribbled down his address and thanked him before hanging up the phone and leaning back against the headboard of her bed. She wasn’t entirely comfortable with this, seeing as Banyon didn’t sound like the nicest person in the world, but she didn’t really have another choice. There was no way any bank would give her a loan, and she didn’t have any friends or relatives whom she could ask. As nasty of a person as he may be, Banyon was her only hope. She pressed the bridge of her nose and sighed.
Looks like tomorrow I’ll be paying a visit to Mr. Crete.
* * * *
Ellie tried to calm her nerves as she knocked on Banyon’s door. She really didn’t like this area of the city. There were piles of garbage scattered on the streets, broken windows, closed-down buildings, and more than one dog that tried to bite at her as she walked by their yard. Banyon’s house was one of the more run-down in the neighborhood—even more run-down than Marcus’s was—and she was starting to seriously regret her decision to come when Banyon opened the door.
“Ellie, I’m guessing?” he asked.
Ellie looked up at him nervously. He was holding a bottle of beer casually in his hand and wearing a stained white T-shirt and baggy track pants. She stepped closer towards him and held out her hand, wrinkling her nose as the smell of smoke and liquor wafted into her face.
“Yes, pleased to meet you, Mr. Crete.”
Banyon looked down at her hand with a sneer and then turned around. “Your cute little formalities have no place here. If you want your loan, then come in and sit down and we’ll talk about it.”
Ellie stepped into the house nervously, closing the door behind her. Banyon had gone into the kitchen and was grabbing another beer out of the fridge, and Ellie hesitantly followed him, sitting at the kitchen table and perching uncomfortably on the edge of her chair.
After opening his beer, Banyon sat across from her, setting down the bottle with a bang and giving Ellie a hard stare. “So how much money are we talking, princess?”
Ellie shuddered at the way he talked to her. And the way he looked at her. His eyes were constantly falling to her chest, and she hugged her sweater closer around herself, trying to cover up as much as possible.
“Um, I was hoping for around fifteen hundred.”
Banyon grunted. “Well, lucky for you, that’s doable. But I charge interest with my loans, as you probably know.” Ellie nodded. “And I am very, very diligent in making sure that people pay me back. So don’t slack on your payments, princess.”
There was a voice in Ellie’s head that was telling her to walk away, that this man was dangerous and that she was being incredibly stupid. But at the same time, there was a part of her that couldn’t wait to finally get her act together, that wanted this money more than anything so she could make something of her life, and make Nick proud of her.
“I won’t slack, I promise.”
Banyon laughed at her mockingly. “I really don’t care for your ‘promises.’ It’s in your best interest to pay me when I tell you to pay me. Because if you don’t, trust me when I say I’ll find a way to make you.”
Ellie swallowed. “I understand. Um, what is the interest rate, exactly?”
He gave her a smug look. “Twenty percent.”
“Twenty?”
“Ya, twenty. Take it or leave it.”
Ellie stared down nervously into her lap. She’d end up losing a lot of money, but she knew she’d never get a loan anywhere else. And besides, the road to independence wasn’t always easy. Maybe this was an obstacle she had to overcome in order to get where she wanted to go.
“Well, how long do I have to pay the money back?” she asked.
“You’ll pay me back in six installments over six weeks. Each payment will be two hundred and fifty dollars plus twenty percent interest, which comes out to three hundred dollars even.”
Ellie paused, biting her cheek in thought. “Okay,” she said quietly. “I think I can do that.”
“All right then, princess,” Banyon said, flashing her a sinister grin as he got up from the table and pulled open one of the kitchen drawers. He took out an envelope and grabbed a handful of cash before returning to his seat and smacking the bills down on the table, counting each time so that Ellie could be sure how much she was getting.
“There’s your fifteen hundred. Meet me back here in one week for the first payment.”
Ellie took the money into her hands and forced a smile. “I will. Thank you, Banyon. It means a lot to me.”
Banyon laughed at her. “It’s not a favor, princess, trust me. I’m giving you money and will collect more from you than I gave out. It’s a business. That’s all there is to it,” he said, getting up from his chair and walking out of the kitchen. “You can see yourself out.”
Chapter 9
Ellie had been jittery all week. Taking the loan from Banyon had definitely made her a nervous wreck. Every time she left the house to go grocery shopping, she could swear someone was following her. She felt eyes on her all the time, even when she couldn’t see anybody looking at her. And the worst part was that she kept thinking she saw Banyon and Marcus out of the corner of her eye. When she spun around to double-check, they were never there, of course, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that they had been watching her.
She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous. Everything was going according to plan. She had signed the lease, paid the landlord the first and last month’s rent, and was set to move in at the beginning of next month. She had even ordered some basic furniture using the rest of Banyon’s loan and some of the money she had earned working for Nick, and she had enough money left from her salary to make the first payment.
She was just overthinking things and being paranoid—or at least that’s what she tried to tell herself as she put a tray of cookies into the oven and dropped down into one of the kitchen chairs. She leaned back in her chair and sighed. She really was her own worst enemy.