by Stella Stone
“I’m sorry I can’t answer any questions about our residents,” she says, and to her credit she truly does sound sorry.
I thank her and end the call, deciding to let it go for the night. I’ll get more information about Penelope, about Blake and Shady Oaks by tomorrow. I need to know everything about her, and her past.
I need to make sure she’s cared for, and that includes her brother.
It’s my job now, as her owner.
Leaving my office, I glance at the phone on my desk before I close the door behind me. I’ll have no distractions tonight, even in the form of Whitaker checking up on me, which I know he is very likely to do.
Making my way upstairs, I pause right outside of the bedroom door. I want to burst inside, to see what that sweet little creature is doing, but I don’t. Inhaling a deep breath before I exhale, I wrap my fingers around the knob and gently twist it before I push it open.
My eyes lift to the bed and I freeze.
PENELOPE
Naked.
My legs spread and my mouth open.
That is how I wait for him.
I hear the door open and then there’s silence. Waiting for what feels like an eternity, I slowly open my eyes. He’s standing in the doorway, his eyes focused on me but they’re black as night and that glint in them, that wolfish twinkle has returned.
“Aldrich?” I ask on a whisper.
My voice must shake him from his stare because he takes two more steps inside of the bedroom and slams the door behind him.
“I own you now, Penelope,” he announces.
I nod, unsure of what he wants me to do, but guessing by the look in his eyes, I’m doing exactly what he wants me to. He reaches for his shirt and I watch as he slowly untucks and unbuttons it. I’m unable to look away as each inch of his bare skin is revealed to me.
He’s packed with lean muscle and the way his abs flex when he moves makes my mouth water. I’ve never seen a man so built up close before.
“I’ve never been gentle,” he announces as his shirt falls to the floor.
I nod, watching his fingers move toward his belt. I let out an exhale as he pushes his perfectly tailored pants down his legs. Then he steps out of them and his shoes, leaving him in only a pair of black tight boxer briefs.
“I don’t think I can play tonight, baby girl,” he grinds out.
I don’t know what he means, and I don’t care, I’m nervous and scared. My fate, my future, it’s frightening. This stranger. I’m naked in front of him, he bought me—like a damn animal, and I’m just spreading myself for him to use me as he wishes.
He doesn’t elaborate or even give me a moment to think, he crawls up the bed and his mouth is on mine immediately. His tongue fills me, and I automatically gasp, then moan as his sensual strokes begin. One of his hands slides up my thigh. His fingers gently dance over my center and I whimper into his mouth.
“Lay back, Penelope. Let me make you feel good,” he murmurs against my lips.
I wrap my fingers around his shoulders and hold on to him for just a moment. “I’ve never, Aldrich, not anything,” I admit. I don’t know why I say it, he already knows.
He smiles and dips his chin. “Let me taste my baby girl,” he rasps.
A shiver runs through my body from his words. I do as he asks, I lay back. My legs are spread, and his face is right there, but when his tongue touches me I cry out in surprise. It feels out of this world, amazing.
Closing my eyes—I feel. I force myself to relax as he consumes me. He nibbles, licks, flicks, and sucks every part of my pussy and it’s out of this world. I feel something curl tight in my belly, his fingers enter and make movements inside.
“Aldrich,” I cry as something begins to come over me.
Reaching down, I thread my fingers in his hair while my hips take on a life of their own. I lift them and grind against his face. I should feel completely ashamed, but I’m absolutely not. Right when I think I can take no more my belly unfurls, and a delicious warmth fills me as my hips jerk. I can feel my pussy contract around his fingers and my entire body tightens.
Aldrich releases me, and I slowly sink onto the mattress, a lazy smile appearing on my face, one that I couldn’t wipe away even if I tried. He crawls up the rest of my body and his lips press against my own. I can feel my wetness, I can taste myself. I feel sexier than I ever have before, right here in this moment.
“That was the most delicious pussy I’ve ever had,” he mutters against my mouth. “It’s time for me to take ownership of you, Penelope. Are you ready?”
CHAPTER SIX
ALDRICH
Penelope’s eyes widen, then round at my question. She isn’t ready. The bastard that I am, doesn’t really care though. Tugging down my underwear I press my cock against her warm wet center and I moan. Goddamn she feels good, even like this. I know that once I slip inside of her, it’s going to be fucking epic.
“What do I do?” she asks, her voice hesitant and soft.
Dropping my chin to look into her face, I grin. “Do whatever feels good, baby girl. No instructions tonight, no other rules. We’ll save that for another day.”
Her head jerks in a nod and she lets out an exhaled breath as I slowly begin to sink inside of her. I don’t force myself into her tight heat, I stop about halfway and let out a breath, clenching my jaw wishing I could pound into her sweet body.
Next time. I tell myself. Next time.
“It hurts,” she whimpers, breaking me from my lusty, pussy filled haze.
My eyes meet her watered ones and I nod. “I know, baby girl,” I whisper. “Relax as much as you can, take me inside. It will only hurt like this once.” I don’t know how right, or wrong, I am in my statement. I’m sure I’ll hurt her again, repeatedly as I’ve warned.
I feel her barrier against the head of my cock and I grin. Lowering my head, I press my lips against hers and slip my tongue inside of her warm mouth as I break through her innocence.
She screams, and I swallow the sound down as I fill her tight body completely. I don’t move, as badly as I want to, I allow her to adjust around my intrusion.
Nibbling her bottom lip, I break the kiss and look into her eyes again. I’m arrested by them, their depth and the tears that fall. She’s exquisitely beautiful like this. Slipping one of my hands down her side, I wrap my fingers around the back of her knee and lift her leg, spreading her wider for me.
“Aldrich,” she gasps.
Grinning, I chuckle before I pull out slowly, almost completely then slide back inside. She doesn’t say anything until I repeat the motion a third time, then I watch as her eyes slowly slide closed and she lets out a long breath.
The sound is as sweet as she is, and I can’t take my eyes off of her face. Watching as she feels a man moving inside of her for the first time. She’s so innocent, her noises and facial expressions too goddamn sweet for words.
Grinding my pelvis against her clit she whimpers. “Are you going to come again for me?” I ask.
Her eyes open and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “I’ll try,” she breathes.
Lowering my head, I place my lips against the side of her neck and suck on her skin. Slipping my hand between our bodies, I continue to fuck her with my cock, while my thumb finds her clit.
As soon as I rub against her firm numb, her head flies back and her soft tits press against my chest. Her nipples are hard, and I wish that I had a better view of them.
Penelope’s impossibly tight cunt squeezes me even tighter as she comes completely undone. I pump in and out of her, while her pussy pulses around me and then I pull out, rising to my knees and jacking off until I spill my release all over her stomach.
PENELOPE
Aldrich’s black eyes darken even more, something I didn’t think was possible. He moves his hand over his length and then groans as his cum splashes against my stomach. Maybe I should find it gross, maybe I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.
It’s impossible to be embarrassed
when he’s looking at me the way he is. Like I’m something special—unbelievable even.
Silently, he reaches down and places his palm on my lower belly, right on top of his release. He moves his hand, spreading his cum up the center of my torso and chest, then wraps his hand around the front of my throat, holding me gently.
“I own you, baby girl,” he rasps.
I nod or attempt to nod; rather. “You do,” I whisper.
He stares at his hand around my throat, then lifts his gaze to my own, his expression one of awe.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Shower. Then, comeback to me,” he states before releasing me and sliding down.
I scramble off of the bed and practically run to the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind me. I don’t know what changed, how his mood shifted or why. All I know is that his eyes, they turned to ice cold spheres instantaneously, and I needed to get out of there.
Refusing to look at myself in the mirror, I start the hot water. I don’t have any soaps or shampoos in here, or at all, so I use Aldrich’s. I hope he doesn’t get upset about it, but I don’t really have any other choice.
Once I’m clean, and his cum is washed from my skin, I take a big fluffy steel gray towel from the linen cabinet and dry myself off. Wrapping it around my body feels like a warm hug and gives me the strength to make my way toward the bedroom again.
Each step I take sends a dull ache throughout my center, and a memory of what just happened in his big bed. The way he slid inside of me, claimed me, and took ownership of me all at the same time.
Wrapping my fingers around the doorknob, I suck in a deep breath and drop my towel, placing it on the hook behind the door, then gently pull it open.
I let out a small scream when I see a woman in the room. She looks up at me, her eyes scanning my body, then smirks. Aldrich appears seconds later, a glass of clear liquid in his hand.
“That’s Sophie, my maid. She takes care of everything around here, except cooking and the yard,” he explains.
Sophie grunts, and I hear her say something under her breath, before she stands tall. “All finished Mr. Lowell,” she states proudly standing next to the bed.
My eyes look to the pile of sheets on the floor and my heart begins to race, along with my face heating. I can see the blood staining them from here, and I’m mortified.
“Thank you, Sophie. You may go now,” Aldrich dismisses, his eyes glued to my own.
My gaze stays connected to his, unable to look away, even as I hear Sophie move around the room. “I’m sorry,” I blurt out.
He tilts his head to the side as though he’s confused. “About the blood?” he finally asks.
My face heats even more and I look down at my feet. Aldrich closes the short distance between us and his free hand fists in the back of my hair before he tugs my head back. My eyes widen, and I gasp in surprise at the sudden move.
“Nothing I do to you, or that I ask you to do is embarrassing. Do you understand that?” he barks.
I attempt to nod, even if I don’t quite agree, I’m going to because that cold look is in his eyes again. “I’ll ask you to do a great many things, Penelope. None will be embarrassing. Uncomfortable, maybe. But not embarrassing for the simple fact that what I ask you to do, what I order you to do, whatever it is, it will please me and that is all that matters,” he growls.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He loosens his grip on my hair, but only slightly. I lower my head a bit, keeping my neck straight and my eyes on his.
“Being mine means that you must live your life to please me. In return, I will take care of you and offer you pleasure as well. I am in control, Penelope but that doesn’t mean that I will hurt you for no reason, embarrass you, or degrade you just because. Every single thing that I do, that I ask you to do, or that I do to you has purpose, baby girl. Nothing is shameful or embarrassing if I ask it of you.”
Lifting my hand, I place it on the center of his chest, and try to give him a small smile. “Okay, Aldrich. I understand,” I breathe.
He releases my hair completely, thrusting the glass toward me. “Take these,” he announces. I hold out my hand and he drops some pills into it.
I look at the pills, then up to him in question. “Ibuprofen,” he explains. I take them and drink the whole glass of water before handing it back to him. “Get in bed, baby girl. You had a long night, and tomorrow will be much of the same.”
I don’t ask him what he means. It doesn’t matter. I do as I’m told. I pull the sheets back, crawl into bed, and then lie my head against the pillow and wait. A few seconds later the room is dark, and I feel the bed dip next to me.
“Sleep, baby girl,” Aldrich softly says into the dark room.
Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh and I try to sleep. I hope that tomorrow will be a little brighter, that I will get a grasp of what is to be expected of me, and what my future is going to look like. Being in the unknown is frightening, especially with all of Aldrich’s warnings of pain, and tears.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ALDRICH
Something warm is pressed against my chest and my eyes slowly open before they scan down my body. A smile twitches my lips immediately. Penelope is draped across my body, her arm slung around my middle and her cheek pressed to my chest. Her thigh is between my own, and her dark hair is messy and everywhere.
I’ve never woken quite like this before and I rather enjoy it. Lifting my hand, I begin to stroke her bare back, all the way down to her perfect round ass.
She hums, pressing a bit closer, her pussy resting against my leg, which causes me to moan. It isn’t wet, yet, but it is warm. I know what it feels like to be inside of her, she’s so damn inviting.
I continue to caress her back, and her ass before I trail my fingers down the center of her ass. That’s what finally wakes her up, her head lifts, and she sucks in a breath.
“Shh,” I coo. “Just touching right now, baby girl.”
I watch as she wages a war inside of her head. She isn’t comfortable with my touch against her back entrance, but she will be soon enough—she’ll fucking crave it before I’m finished with her.
Continuing with my soft touches, I caress down the center of her ass more, then gently rub circles against her back entrance. I know when she relaxes because she actually pushes against my touch, slightly. I smile, pressing my lips to the top of her head.
Reaching down with my free hand, I grab the back of her knee, shifting her leg from between mine, to wrap around the outside of my hip. I nestle my cock against her center, I continue touching her sweet little virgin asshole.
“Aldrich,” she whispers.
I hum, feeling her pussy growing wet against my hardening cock. Her hips shift, and I moan as she slides her sweet cunt against me. I wonder to myself if she could get herself off like this, as innocent as she is, I’m not sure she’d know what was happening, really. I grin to myself, yeah, that’s exactly what I’m going to have her do.
Moving my hand from her ass, I slip my wet fingers against her ass at the same time I lower my head and capture her lips with my own. Filling her mouth with my tongue, I continue massaging her sweet back entrance. Her entire body relaxes, her hips shifting and moving, her pussy soaking my dick.
PENELOPE
“Push back, baby girl, let me in,” Aldrich groans against my lips.
I pinch my eyes closed, unbelieving that I’m not only allowing him, but on the verge of begging him to put his finger in my ass. My entire body feels like it’s on fire and the only thing that will help cool me off, is his touch.
“Fuck yourself, Penelope,” he groans.
I’m like a woman possessed. Whether it’s his words, or the way he’s groaning, or the fact that a finger in the ass shouldn’t feel as amazing as it does, but holy hell does it. I do what he demands.
I fuck myself.
I fuck my ass with his finger.
Grinding my pussy against his cock, I feel my clit rub against it and whimper with each
stroke. I wish he were inside of me, filling my now aching and extremely empty pussy.
“Please, Aldrich, please,” I beg as I pant.
I hear him chuckle, but I don’t care if he laughs at me, I need him.
Aldrich’s lips brush my own, then he whispers against my mouth. “What do you need? What do you want?”
I roll my hips on a groan, my head falling back as he curls his finger inside of my ass. “I need you inside of me, it hurts,” I admit.
“Hold still, baby girl,” he instructs, and I immediately freeze. I’ll do whatever he wants me to at this point. Whatever.
I feel the head of his dick against my entrance. He wraps his hand around my hip and slowly pulls me all the way down his entire length. I let out a moan, he stretches me so tight that it hurts, and yet, I want more.
His mouth is against mine again, immediately. He doesn’t kiss me though, his lips only rest against my own.
“Move, baby girl. Show me how good you can make me feel. Fuck yourself. Come all over me,” he growls. His voice is deep and husky from sleep, and it sends a chill throughout my entire body.
Shifting my hips, I whimper as I do exactly what he instructs. It feels so different with him inside of me this time. His finger in my ass, his cock in my pussy. I’m stretched so full, and I don’t know how being with him could get any better. I’m suddenly thankful that I sold myself. In his arms, in this moment, I’m actually—happy.
I move a bit faster, my body unable to keep control of itself as I shift forward and backward, taking him inside of me, from both directions. Wrapping my fingers around his bicep I hold on as I grind against his pelvis with each roll of my hips.
“I’m close,” I warn.
He grunts, his breathing coming in pants against my mouth. “You’re so tight. You feel amazing.”
Pride swells in my chest at his praise. I want to be that for him—amazing. I want to always feel amazing so that he’ll always wish to keep me. My orgasm doesn’t unfurl in my belly like it did last night, no it crashes through me like a freight train crashing through a brick wall.
I let out a cry which he swallows as he removes his finger from my ass and shifts me onto my back. His lips and his cock never leave my body. He moves, his strokes hard yet smooth and slow. I moan each time his pelvis grinds against my sensitive clit.