by Penelope Sky
Her mother was quiet for a long time, examining me with a guarded gaze. She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze tilted up. “I want to believe you…so I’m going to try. I’m going to try to look past my own issues and accept you as a new man. It’s not fair for me to punish you for what your father did. You deserve the opportunity to be seen as your own man. But knowing you’ve wanted to hurt my family…will make me suspicious of you for a long time.”
“Understandable.” That was more than I could possibly ask for.
“My husband believes you really love my daughter.”
It was the greatest compliment I’d ever received from the Barsettis, and it balanced out all the insults that had been thrown my way. The only reason I was there was because Vanessa was the only woman I ever wanted. I wanted her so damn much I suffered their judgments constantly. “I do.”
“And I want to believe you do too.”
I got inside the shower as soon as we got home, wanting to rinse off the endless line of sweat that had trickled down my body all day. The warm water rinsed my body, stripping away the endless conversations with her parents.
I’d talked to them more than I talked to Vanessa.
I’d never been on a job interview, but getting along with her parents seemed to be the longest job interview in the history of time.
I stood under the water a few extra minutes, enjoying the peace and quiet the falling water provided. My relationship with her parents seemed to be improving, but their suspicion of me hadn’t faded. At any moment, they could slam the door in my face and tell me to leave.
And I would lose Vanessa.
I hated allowing someone to have this kind of power over me. It would be easier if I just killed them all so nothing would stand in my way. I could finally have Vanessa all to myself. If I didn’t love her so much, I would be seriously tempted.
But she would never forgive me.
I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair with the towel. I was the kind of man who did the least amount of work possible when it came to my appearance. I only shaved once a week, and right now, my chin was getting thick with hair.
I walked into the bedroom naked and stopped when I saw the exquisite sight in front of me.
Vanessa was in black lingerie, something she must have picked up without me knowing. It was a bodysuit made out of thin lace, and it had a fastening between her legs I could open and fuck her through without taking the whole garment off. She was on her knees in the center of the bed, resting back on her ankles. A piece of black rope was on the bed in front of her.
Jesus Christ.
I slowly stepped toward the bed, my cock coming to life in a nanosecond. I stared at the black rope, the surface smooth so it wouldn’t leave marks on her delicate skin. I fisted it and tested the strength, loving the way it hardly stretched.
It had my approval.
Her hair was curled and around her shoulders, and her heavy makeup made her look like she was ready for a photo shoot. Her eye shadow was black, bringing out the intense green color of her eyes.
“Had a change of heart?” I glanced at the rope.
“I think you earned it.” She spoke in a quiet and husky voice, her shoulders back and her nipples visible through the thin fabric of her lingerie. She grabbed the rope and wrapped it around both of her wrists, showing me the way the dark rope looked against her olive skin.
I was witnessing my own fantasy, watching this beautiful woman ask me to tie her up and fuck her relentlessly. I’d tried tying her up on several occasions, but she never went for it. “I haven’t earned anything. You don’t owe me anything.” I grabbed the rope and pulled it from her wrists. “I want to do this if you want to do this.” There were other kinky things I wanted to do, but I never pressured her because it seemed unlikely that she would go for them. It was the kind of stuff I usually had to pay for. Besides, having her in my bed satisfied me every night. There was nothing I was missing.
“I do. Now tie me up and fuck me.” She extended her wrists again, her eyes challenging me with their hard gaze.
A shiver ran all the way down my spine. Her voice didn’t catch in her throat, and her strength never wavered. She trusted me so deeply that she wasn’t scared of anything. She was giving me the power to do whatever I wanted, and she was confident I would take her somewhere she wouldn’t want to leave.
I tossed the rope back on the bed and grabbed her by the arm. I yanked on her hard, forcing her to fall forward onto the bed. I made her turn over, so she was looking up at me, her face upside down from mine.
I quickly tied the rope around her wrists, securing her hands together with the perfect amount of rope in the center for me to grab on to. I gripped it and pushed it down, forcing her arms over the edge of the bed and toward the floor.
My face hovered over hers, my eyes close to her mouth. I watched her chest rise and fall quickly, the tension burning in her blood. She probably expected me to keep it vanilla, to playfully restrain her so I could fuck her quickly.
Not my style.
I pushed her hands down farther, taking all the power away from her. In this position, she couldn’t move at all. She tried to fight me, but at this angle, there was nothing she could do. She pressed her thighs tighter together, fighting both fear and arousal at the same time.
My mouth brushed against her cheek as I moved to her neck. I breathed into her ear before my lips finally touched the pulse in her neck. I kissed the skin, dragging my tongue across the softness, and then I moved to the top of her chest. The lace barely covered the valley between her tits, so I dragged my tongue down the cleavage line. I tasted her, feasted on her.
She took a deep breath, her body slightly arching to get more of my mouth.
I smiled as I kissed her, not surprised by her enthusiasm.
I made my way back down and held my mouth over hers, our faces opposite of one another. I teased her, dragging my lips over hers without actually kissing her. I felt her hands attempt to rise, but I held her wrists in place with a single arm.
I liked to torture her, to remind her who was in control.
Me. I was always in control.
I finally pressed my mouth against hers, bringing her bottom lip between mine as I sucked it. Whether she was upside down or not, the kiss was packed with explosive chemistry. I could barely touch her lips without losing control. My mouth moved a little faster, and I breathed a little harder. My tongue came next, and she greeted me with hers.
My hand moved down her body, right in between her gorgeous tits. I squeezed each one as I kept kissing her, touching my woman and worshiping her perfection. My mouth worked harder, and soon we were panting together, the fire burning in our veins.
She tried to lift her hands again.
I kept them pinned to the bed. “Don’t. Move.”
She sucked my top lip into her mouth. “I want to touch you…” She moaned in between my lips, filling my lungs with her desire.
“It’s my time to touch you.” I kept kissing her as my hand moved over her mound and in between her legs. I unfastened the opening, and when her pussy was exposed, my fingers took a dip. I slid two fingers inside her and worked her clit with my thumb, kissing her at the same time.
“Griffin…” Her arms moved up again.
“Move one more time, and I’ll spank your ass.”
That only made her moan into my mouth harder. She rocked her hips against my hand, making love to my fingers the way they were making love to her. Her kiss turned intense, and she was reaching for more of me.
I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and her lips quiver against mine. I knew what was about to happen, but I refused to let her slip away. I pulled my fingers back and stopped the kiss, leaving her breathless and frustrated.
“Griffin.” She pleaded with me with her eyes, begging me to keep going.
“You’ll come when I say so.”
She groaned in protest, and she used all her strength to raise her arms toward me.
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This time, I let her do it, since I was going to enforce my punishment. I let her arms move up as her fingers reached for my hair. But instead of letting them hit their mark, I pushed them against her stomach and untied the rope.
Once her hands were free, she reached for me again, desperate to finally get her hands on me so she could enjoy me.
I grabbed her by the arms and forced her into a new position, her face against the mattress and her ass in the air. I pulled both of her arms back and tied her wrists together, being harsh on purpose because she’d disobeyed me.
And then I smacked her ass—hard.
“God…” Her body shifted forward from the force of my hit.
Her cheek was already red. “What did I say?”
She breathed deeply through the pain, moaning slightly.
“I told you not to move. What did you do?”
She didn’t answer.
I spanked her again.
She moaned and jerked forward. “I moved…”
I gripped the rope between her two hands and pushed on her lower back, making her bend a little deeper. Then I directed my pulsing dick inside her, pushed through her wetness, and hit her deep and hard.
She moaned again but didn’t move her arms since she was stuck in place.
I gripped both of her elbows and pounded into her forcefully, slamming into her pussy without a hint of gentleness. I usually made love to her because she asked me to, but now, all I wanted to do was fuck her. I loved my woman, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck her the way a man fucked a whore.
My hand moved to the back of her neck, and I gripped her as I thrust deep inside her, my balls swinging back and forth because I was moving with impressive speed. The longer I fucked her, the more I was greeted with her wetness. I stared at her tight little asshole as I kept her wrists pinned to the small of her back.
I could do this all night.
A real man should always fuck his woman like this, make her feel how turned on he was. I knew she could feel how thick my dick was, feel how immensely hard it was just for her. I’d fucked a lot of women in my lifetime, doing kinky shit that was down and dirty, but none of those fantasies compared to this one.
Fucking someone I loved was so much better.
It made me appreciate her even more, the way she gave herself to me with complete trust. She was being treated like an animal, but because I was the one thrusting inside her, she enjoyed it. The rope was so tight around her wrists that she couldn’t move, but she moaned through my thrusts anyway.
Such incredible pussy.
Her fingers tried to reach for my hand, but they were constricted too tightly in the rope. She moaned with my thrusts then gasped for air when I fucked her even more viciously. Her face was smashed into the sheets as my hand pushed her farther into the bed, but she never asked me to stop.
I leaned forward over her, my ass tight from clenching so hard. This was exactly how I wanted to claim my woman, tied up and defenseless. I could enjoy her however I wanted because I’d earned her. She gave herself to me freely, knowing I was putting up with bullshit every single day just to keep her.
I earned this ass.
Her moans were muffled by the sheets, but her pleasure was undeniable. Her pussy tightened around me, coating me with mounds of sexy cream. She covered me to the hilt, making the white liquid build up around the base of my dick and behind my crown. Her moans echoed inside the bedroom and passed through the walls, filling up every inch of the house.
She slowly wound down, catching her breath as her wrists fought the rope that bound them together.
I slowed my movements before I shoved myself deep inside her, coming with a loud moan. “Damn…” That moment when I dumped my seed inside her made me feel invincible. I had this beautiful woman with her legs spread, taking my cock with enthusiasm, and she loved feeling her pussy stuffed with my essence. She loved me despite my flaws, loved me despite her family’s hatred.
I’d earned a damn good woman.
I wanted to keep coming inside her, to keep making her mine over and over again. I didn’t untie the rope or let her face rise from the mattress. I kept her pinned in place as my cock softened. I pulled myself out and watched my own come drip to her entrance. I stared at it, my cock hardening again in pride. Nothing turned me on more than watching myself claim my territory. This woman was all mine.
And I was all hers.
Seven
Vanessa
When the alarm went off in the morning, I opened my eyes to see Bones staring at me.
He watched me, his blue eyes focused with their usual intensity. It was obvious he’d been watching me for a while because he was wide awake. He’d probably been waiting for me to wake up so we could do his favorite part of our morning routine.
I was still in the lingerie I wore last night, my crotch unfastened because he fucked me until we both went to sleep. I could still feel his come inside me, could feel the wet spots where it dripped everywhere. Laundry was a daily thing for us. If not, the entire place would smell like sex all the time.
He welcomed himself in between my legs, his muscular arms pinning behind my knees. Without saying a word, he pushed his crown inside me, moving through the come he deposited the night before.
My hand flew to his chest, and I gasped when I felt the pain. “I’m sore…”
He paused before he continued to slide in, this time moving slower. “I’ll be gentle.” He inched until his length was deep inside me. He hovered over me, watching me like he’d been waiting for this very moment for hours.
“You fucked me so hard last night…”
He kissed the corner of my mouth before he planted a soft kiss on my lips. “Don’t wait for an apology. You aren’t getting one.” He slowly moved inside me, being the gentlest he’d ever been. His thrusts were soft, giving my body time to get used to the immense intrusion.
“I know.”
He folded me underneath him and kept his face close to mine, taking me gently like a man taking a woman’s virginity. He made love to me slowly, using the time to feel me and appreciate me. His lips moved with mine, matching the same pace as his thrusts. He sucked my bottom lip then gave me his tongue, making love to my mouth with his masculine intensity.
I loved waking up this way every morning. It was always the same routine, where we opened our eyes as soon as the sun rose, then came together for this kind of lovemaking. It never lasted very long because we both had things to do. But this moment in time, this pause, was what I looked forward to the most.
I wanted these moments every day for the rest of my life.
I knew he did too, even if he never pledged his commitment to me. He never told me he wanted to marry me, but I knew I was the only woman he ever wanted. We hadn’t talked about having a family, but I needed to have children. He would give them to me if I asked. “You always make me come so good…” I could feel it approaching, feel the tightness in my stomach before the big explosion.
“Because I’m a man.” He spoke against my mouth, his beard coarse against my soft skin. “That’s what men do for their women.”
“But you don’t do this for all women…” My fingers moved up the back of his hair, and I watched the love in his eyes grow. “You only do it for me.” He always made sure I was pleased before he released. My pleasure always came first, and I’d been with men who never cared about that. I’d had nights when I touched myself after a guy had left because he couldn’t get me off. I’d never had that problem with Bones. He fucked me so much, made me come so much, that I was sore and spent most of the time.
He brushed his nose against mine, the love in his eyes. “Only you.”
I tapped my knuckles against the slightly open doorway. “Can I come in?”
My father was sitting at his desk in a black t-shirt and jeans. His tanned skin looked darker than usual when he was inside and away from the natural rays of the sun. With strong hands, muscular arms, and the black wedding ring on hi
s left hand, he still had the traces of a man in his youth. He’d aged well because he took care of himself. Sometimes people assumed my parents were very young when they had me, but that wasn’t the case at all. They were older than I am now when they started their family. “Always.”
I approached his desk, watching the way his features softened when he looked at me. That look was never there when Bones was with me. It was reserved for just the two of us, along with my mom. He was a much different man from when Bones was around. He could be himself when it was just us. The man I knew was affectionate, loving, and attentive. He wasn’t the cruel man he turned into when Bones stepped into the room. “How are you?”
“Good. I just got a large order from one of our vendors. I didn’t think we’d be able to fulfill it, but your ox of a boyfriend has been dominating that warehouse…so we have extra wine that’s ready to ship out.”
Bones was always sweaty by the end of the day. His clothes were soaked, and his muscles were thick with blood. Despite his exhaustion, I thought he looked sexy. I’d hopped into the shower with him a few times and happily got on my knees to suck him off. “He’s working very hard to impress you.”
“As much as it benefits me, I don’t care about that. Productivity and efficiency aren’t qualities I look for in my daughter’s boyfriend.” His eyes weren’t aggressive like they usually were, so I knew he wasn’t in a bad mood.
“But I think he’s proven how dedicated he is. You can’t disagree with that.”
After a long pause, he gave a slight nod. “No, I suppose not.”
Bones had told me that my father had a drink with him, tried to have a normal conversation with him. My mother did the same. It wasn’t a huge step, but coming from my stubborn parents, it was a big deal. Before, all they did was tell him off. But now they were actually trying…even if they were struggling in the process. “That’s why I’m here, actually. I wanted to thank you. I know how hard this is for you…for Mama too. But you’re really putting in the effort and trying to get to know him…and it means a lot to me.”