by J. L. Beck
“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, w
eighed 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.
Chapter Five
Fox
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.
Turning the shower knob to burn-your-skin-off hot, I stepped in under the spray of water. My body sank against the tile wall, as my hands went straight to my cock. The emotions that Raven stirred in me weren’t ones I wanted to acknowledge, but I could acknowledge this….My cock. The attraction and need it had towards Raven. I could definitely acknowledge that.
I gripped my length tightly, stroking it gently at first, my mind planting the image of Raven on her knees sucking me off. Her perfect pouty lips were wrapped around my length and her dark eyes were glued to mine, begging for my approval.
“Dear Lord…” I moaned quietly, not wanting to wake the little sleeping lamb in the room just on the other side of the door. My strokes became rougher and I moved my hips as if I was fucking Raven.
Every breath I exhaled came out in a pant and pretty soon my toes were curling into the tile floor and my head was tipping back as pleasure shot through me, my hot seed landing against the tiled shower wall.
I was still panting, my heartbeat thudding loudly in my ears. I had loads of sex with all different kinds of women but no one, and I mean no one,
caused me to beat off like the image of Raven had. I was content beating off to her image in my mind, until I realized she was under my skin.
“Fuck, this can’t happen again,” I growled to myself, washing away the reminder that Raven had once again made me weak for her. When finished I opened the shower door and grabbed for the towel I had hanging next to the shower. I wrapped it around my midsection, but stopped as soon as my eyes landed on Raven, who was standing just on the inside of the bathroom door looking all kinds of curious.
“Can I help you, little lamb?” I snarled. I needed to up my game. I needed to make her weak and helpless. I needed to break her fragile spirit.
“I just heard you making a lot of noise in here and wanted to make sure everything was okay…” There was confusion that lingered on her features and I realized then that she didn’t understand how I had gone from being so gentle and kind the night before, to being a total asshole just now.
“Oh I’m fine, more than fine actually. I was just thinking about you, lamb…” I pushed away the pounding of blood in my ears as I took a step towards her, dropping my towel to the floor. She eyed me hesitantly, her sweet little mouth dropping.
“I thought you wanted to wait.” Her eyes refused to meet mine as she looked straight at the floor, her face falling in shock and pain. I never said I was a good man, hell, I remember telling her time and time again that I was a bad man, but looking at her now as her small frame shook with fear, I wondered if I could follow through with taking her virginity.
“You thought wrong…” I pounced, gripping her by the arm and pulling her over to the vanity in front of the mirror. “Put both your hands against the vanity and don’t move them. If you do, I won’t let you cum.” She bit her lip and nodded her head yes in understanding. Pressing a hand to her back, I bent her over the vanity, my mind going a million miles an hour while I tried to figure out what the hell it was that I was doing.
I lifted the back of my shirt and examined her plump ass. It was creamy white and would look good with a few pink welts across it. I smirked in the mirror, knowing exactly what I was going to do to the little lamb that had been caught in the lion’s den.
“Has anyone ever fucked this before…?” I questioned, one of my fingers slipping down her ass cheek and in the direction of her puckered asshole. I might not be able to handle taking her virginity when it came to her pussy, but her asshole, well, that was another story.
“No, Fox…” The fact that she said my name instead of Master infuriated me, so I lifted my palm and landed a hard slap against her right ass cheek. A shriek of pain slipped from her lips as I soothed the pain away with the same hand I delivered it with. She would soon understand that my kindness only went so far.
“Master, lamb. You call me Master. I am your owner. You belong to me. You may have gotten away with calling me Fox last night, but you don’t know me well enough to do that just yet…”
I caressed her ass cheek once more before spanking her again, but this time on the left ass cheek. Except this time something was different, she was ready for my touch. Her finger nails scraped against the vanity as she arched against my hard cock. A breathy moan fell from her lips as I massaged the pain away and spanked the other cheek.
“Oh God…” she panted, her ass grinding against my groin harder than it ever had. She was dripping wet with need and I refused to let her cum.
“You cum when I say, little lamb. Do you hear me?” I growled against her ear, as my finger slipped down to her hot cunt. I dipped two fingers inside her, testing to see how wet she was for me.
“I’m dripping for you, Master.” My eyes met her lustful gaze in the mirror, her big beautiful brown eyes were begging me to take her, to bend her to my will until she was shaped into exactly what I wanted.
“Bend over more. I want your chest horizontal with the vanity.” She did as she was instructed almost immediately while I licked my lips, for I was about the feast on the most delicious pussy in all the world.
“Please fuck me…” she begged me, as I pumped the two fingers I had inserted deep inside her cunt hard. She was whimpering mess, and right on the edge of cumming when I pulled all the way out of her, swirling her wetness on my fingers and trailing it up to her tight asshole.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard your legs will shake, and no one, and I do mean no one, will ever live up to this orgasm that I give you…” My cock pulsed, begging me to slide into her balls deep, but I refrained, knowing that this was for her. My little lamb.
With her wetness against my fingers, I slipped my pinky into her butthole, a shriek of pleasure and maybe even pain erupted from deep within her chest.
“Breathe, little lamb…” I spoke softly against her ear, placing an encouraging kiss there as well. I could hear her exhale and then inhale as I worked the tight little hole. Before either of us realized it, she was moaning deeply, her body lifting as she leaned her back against my chest. I worked a second finger deep inside her ass once I knew she was ready. As soon as I started pumping in and out of her with the two fingers, I brought my other hand around to the front of her, so that I could pay some special attention to her clit.
With two fingers pumping in and out of her asshole and my other hand strumming against her clit, I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before her eyes were rolling in the back of her head.
“It’s too much… Too much…” She squirme
d and I held her tighter against my chest, refusing to let her pass up this orgasm. Her legs buckled, and her body shook as her asshole squeezed my fingers tightly, almost pushing me out.
“Cum, little lamb, cum like my cock is eight inches deep in you. Cum like you never have before…” I envied my fingers once again because, not once, but twice they had been in virgin territory, a place I desired to go to more than anything with Raven. Her body shuddered against mine and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She looked so fucking pure and perfect as she fell apart. Like nothing could taint that angelic light she emitted.
She collapsed in my arms moments later, a pleasured sigh the only thing that left her lips. As I held her, her eyes half shut and her shallow breaths filling the room, I realized that there was a chance that I could be falling for this woman.
A woman I knew nothing about, a woman that had somehow weaseled her way under my skin in a matter of seconds of meeting me.
The desire to know more about her was overwhelming. What was her favorite color? Did she drink coffee? Or like flowers? The questions kept coming, each one slamming into my gut harder than the last. When I finally placed her fragile body in the bed we shared, I was gasping for air.
I needed to find a way to let go of the feeling I had. I needed to talk to Seth, and I needed to do so right now. With Raven nearly asleep, I got dressed and slipped from the bedroom wondering if, when I came back to this room, I would be the same man.
Chapter Six
Seth
Patience. Most would say I had none, and those that did, well, they were right. If I asked to have something done in a timely manner and the job wasn’t finished, you can bet your ass someone was going to be a hurting unit for not following through.
Which explained why Tony was now on the ground holding his knee against his chest, tears of pain streaming down his cheeks.