by Stella Stone
“Aldrich,” she sighs, sliding her fingers through the hair at the back of my head.
I think she’s going to pull me away from her breast but to my delight, she pushes my head closer. I open my mouth wider and bite down around the soft flesh of her breast. As my teeth sink into her skin, her pussy sinks farther down around my cock.
“Yes,” she groans as she takes all of me inside of her.
I have no doubt that as sore as her cunt is, just taking me into her body hurts, let alone not completely prepared. I try to give much of a fuck, but I don’t.
“Take it slow if it hurts, baby girl.” I mumble against her now wet tit. I give her the out—kind of.
“Shit,” she curses. She tugs my head back slightly and I look up into her eyes, her fucking wild eyes. “I like it, Aldrich. I like the pain you give me, I want more,” she softly demands.
“You’ll have more, baby girl. You. Will. Have. More,” I vow.
Shifting my hips, I pull her down a little more and lift my hips, filling her up. I watch in awe as her head falls back, her tits pushing forward before she starts to ride me.
Her pussy grows wetter with each rise and fall of her cunt on my cock. I watch, completely complacent to watch as she enjoys my body. I’ll have full control soon enough, and this is just to burn the edge off so that I don’t lose my shit once we’re in the dungeon.
“You feel amazing,” she moans.
“Pinch your nipples for me, baby girl, let me see you play with those pretty pink tips for me.”
Lost in a haze of lust she immediately brings her hands to cup her tits and when her fingers pinch each nipple and she tugs on them, it’s my turn to let out a groan. Sliding one of my hands between us, I press my thumb against her clit as she rides me.
“Aldrich, oh God,” she cries as her hips buck against me faster. She presses against my thumb, riding me without a goddamn care in the world.
“Come, Penelope. Soak me with that sweet tight little pussy,” I growl.
She lets out a sob as her hips move faster, and she grinds that little clit against my thumb over and over against until she finally begins to shake, and her scream fills the car. I don’t let her revel in her climax. Wrapping my hands around her hips I use her tight pulsing cunt and I jack my cock, coming deep inside of her on my own roar.
Penelope collapses against my chest once I release my hold on her. I can feel her breathe against my neck as she attempts to catch her breath. Closing my eyes, I smile as I feel her wetness slide down my balls.
It feels fucking amazing, too.
PENELOPE
It feels like it takes a lifetime for me to catch my breath. My pussy aches, it pulses, and it feels fantastic still full of Aldrich’s cock. Lifting my head from his neck, I look down into his pretty dark eyes.
I chance asking him a question, one that I probably shouldn’t, but I do anyway. “Why didn’t you want me talking to your father?”
Aldrich’s hands wrap around me, pulling me closer to his chest and his lips rest against my ear. “Because he would have tried to fuck you. I don’t share, baby girl.”
My entire body freezes. Aldrich slips his hand up the center of my spine, and twists his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back.
“You’re kidding,” I breathe.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m not. Hop off, let’s get home.”
I don’t try to dig any deeper. Instead I do as he’s requested. I climb off of his lap and adjust my breasts back into my bra and dress. “Keep your legs open,” he instructs. With my skirt still hiked up, I keep my legs open as demanded.
Aldrich backs down the street, then turns onto the main road and once the car is shifted into drive, one of his hands is between my legs.
“So sticky and sweet,” he mumbles under his breath as two fingers slide inside of me.
I moan lifting my hips as I attempt to meet his fingers thrusting. He doesn’t stop me, try to correct me, or admonish me. All he does is fuck me with his fingers. It’s slow and lazy, sticky and delicious all at the same time.
It feels like it only takes seconds to get back to the house. When he shifts the car into park, regretfully he removes his hand from between my legs.
“Go inside, let yourself into the dungeon and strip. I have a couple things I need to do. I’ll meet you there.”
“Should I shower?” I ask.
Aldrich grins as he turns to face me. “I want you sticky and sweaty, baby girl. This is just a taste of how messy I’m going to make you before the night is over.”
A shiver runs through my body and I nod, my mouth parted in awe from his words. I can’t imagine what he’s going to do to me, but I can’t deny that there is a thrill that shimmies up my spine at the thoughts that are now running rampant inside of my head.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ALDRICH
I watch her practically sprint to my dungeon, causing my lips to turn up into a smile. Fucking made just for me, that’s exactly what she is. I take quick strides toward my office and freeze when I see Sophie standing just outside of the office door, her eyes focused on me.
“You’re not playing that girl, are you?” she asks, arching a brow.
It isn’t Sophie’s business what I do. However I respect her, so I’ll answer her. “I’m not,” I state, obliging her question.
“You took her to your father,” she states.
Clearing my throat, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair. “My mother had the party. I went for her. She wasn’t out of my sight for even a moment,” I explain.
Sophie nods. “Okay, just… she seems like she could be your fit. I saw her rush to your dungeon. I assume she’s rushing there because she’s excited for what you’re going to do to her?”
A smile breaks out on my face and I reach toward Sophie, wrapping my fingers around her forearm and giving her a squeeze. “She is excited about what’s to come, don’t worry about Penelope. She’s here to stay,” I say.
My heart doesn’t beat, and anxiety doesn’t fill me at the idea of her staying with me, always. In fact, I’m excited about the prospect of our future together.
“Then put a ring on it, Aldrich. Marry the girl,” she announces.
I watch as she walks away from me, her head held high and it makes me grin. She isn’t wrong. I need to marry her. I own her, but I think that she needs the ring, the wedding, and above all to know that she’s more than just my possession.
Powering on my computer, I send a quick email to my jeweler, requesting him to bring some engagement rings over to me in the morning. Then I search for the email I have been waiting for. I smile when I read its contents.
My woman is in for a surprise. Tomorrow she’ll be seeing her brother. She hasn’t mentioned Blake since the first time I talked to her about him, but I know that she’s probably dying to see him. I have a meeting with the owner of the rehabilitation center set up, and some things about Blake’s stay are about to get a fuck of a lot better for him.
Confirming my meeting for eleven, I power down my computer and inhale a deep breath. My woman is waiting, naked, sticky and messy, just how I like her. Excitement races through my entire body, and I practically take off in a sprint toward the dungeon.
PENELOPE
I’m naked.
On my knees.
My head tipped back, and my mouth open.
Waiting.
I hear the door open, then click closed and I practically squirm on the floor. “On your feet,” Aldrich’s deep voice commands.
Standing to my feet, I let my lips close as I look at him. He closes the distance between us, lifting his hand, his finger tracing one of my nipples until it’s hard. “It won’t hurt, but you will feel pressure,” he announces.
I don’t get a chance to ask what he’s talking about before I feel something pinch my nipple hard. Tipping my head down I see something attached to my nipple, clamping it and then dangling from it.
“Tweezer clamps with weights,
gold. I’m having some made with diamonds,” he explains as his finger swirls around my other nipple. I moan when the second clamp is attached.
“How do they feel, baby girl?” he asks.
I suck my lips in and tip my head back to look into his eyes. “My breasts feel heavy, Master, needy,” I shamelessly admit. I watch as a beautiful smile tips his lips at my words.
“They’re gorgeous,” he rasps. Lowering his head, I groan when he places a kiss on each nipple. “I’d planned to put you over the bench and spank your pretty little ass pink, but I want to see these decorated tits even more,” he admits. “Walk over to the cross, stand and wait, facing me.”
I do as asked, slowly walking toward the large metal cross, when I reach it, I turn around and face him. He has several things in his hands, and I look from them, to his face. He looks almost high, as if he’s lost, and I know that this place is where he’s most happy, and comfortable.
It only takes him a moment to attach the familiar cuffs to my wrists and ankles, then he spreads me out and attaches me to the cross, much like he did the spreader bars the last time we were in here. There is still something in his hand when he’s finished, and I gasp at the sight of it.
“This is a flogger,” he explains. “As much as I want to move fast, I won’t. You deserve to enjoy this as much as I do, baby girl.”
“Yes, Master,” I sigh.
“Today you need a safe word. It needs to be something that you can remember, but it is not something you use lightly,” he explains.
“Owned,” I state, bravely, or as brave as I can sound.
Aldrich smirks lifting his hand with the flogger instrument. I expect him to slam it down against my body, but he doesn’t. He flicks his wrist and the leather pieces gently land and glide down my body. They don’t hurt, not like I expect.
He lifts his hand, flicking his wrist again and the pieces land against my heavy, weighted breast. I moan at the sensation, my eyes closing as my head falls, and hangs back.
“Beautiful,” he rasps.
Aldrich continues his ministrations, over and over again, his strikes becoming slightly harder but not causing even an ounce of pain. I feel like I’m one giant nerve ending. My torso bowing toward him, silently begging for more.
I feel the hard handled end of the flogger slide down the center of my chest toward my pussy. “This is a dildo handle. I ordered it just for you, baby girl. I want to see you fuck yourself on it. Pretend it’s my cock. I want to see how badly you want me inside of you,” he explains, his voice a soft whisper and his breath fanning over my sensitive breast.
Slowly the handle of the flogger slips inside of me. I moan, unrealizing how wet I really am. He slowly slips it in and out of me, taking a step back so that he can watch. Lifting my head, I look at him, watching him watch me and it turns me on even more.
“Fuck it, baby girl,” he grinds out.
My legs are loose enough that I can place my feet flat on the ground, with my legs spread wide, I roll my hips. Moaning, I fuck the dildo handle, not caring if someone else would consider it degrading. I don’t, and I don’t because the look of pure lust on Aldrich’s face won’t allow it.
When I come, it’s with our eyes connected, and a light sheet of sweat breaking out against his forehead. He looks lost, completely gone in a haze of lust and it’s amazing. I cry out with my release, the flogger falling to the ground, and his cock replacing it, immediately.
He fucks me, standing and chained to his cross, unable to move, in his dungeon and it’s one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ALDRICH
Penelope’s body is sagging, completely worn out from a fourth orgasm, and hanging from the cross like a beautiful little messy rag doll. Unhooking her, I debate taking her up to our bedroom, but I decide against it.
I’m not quite finished with her yet.
This is only our intermission.
I gently remove the clamps from her tits and bring the sheet over her naked body as a knock sounds on the dungeon door. I frown. The staff knows not to bother me when I’m in here and the only person who knows I’m here, is Sophie.
Leaving a sleeping Penelope, I grab my pants and pull them over my hips as I hurry toward the staircase and climb it quickly. Opening the door, I’m not surprised to see Sophie on the other side, however I am surprised to see her looking rather frazzled.
“Sophie?” I ask.
She shakes her head. Then someone steps out from behind her and I frown at the sight. It’s Penelope’s mother. How she found me, I don’t know. How she made it past the gates and is standing behind Sophie with a gun, is another mystery.
“Where is she? I know how you got her,” her mother sneers.
I smirk. “Penelope is sleeping. I don’t really care what you think you know.”
Her eyes narrow and she points the gun directly at me. I should probably be frightened. I’m not. Her hand is trembling, and I know that I could reach out and disarm her in about two seconds flat. What I don’t want her to do is accidently fire this weapon and hit, me, Sophie or Penelope.
“You bought her,” she hisses.
I nod, wrapping my hand around my chin. “I did,” I admit.
“I’m taking her out of here, you sick pervert,” she screeches.
I can’t help but laugh. “If it weren’t for me, no telling where she’d be. You left her with a pile of debt. You aren’t getting her back, she’s mine.”
She doesn’t realize that Sophie has snuck off, her fucked up drugged out brain isn’t smart enough to catch that she’s not standing next to her anymore.
I know Sophie isn’t calling the cops though, not with this bitch spewing shit about me buying Penelope. That’s the last thing me or Sterling needs. We don’t need anyone looking through our shit, especially since we both purchased our women.
Now that Sophie is gone, I reach out quickly and disarm her. She looks down at her hand, then up at me in confusion. I was too quick or her, hell a turtle would be too fast for her to realize what’s happened at this point in her addiction.
“Aldrich?” a sweet voice calls out from behind me.
I don’t turn away from Penelope’s mother, instead I keep my eyes focused on her intently. “Mom?” Penelope breathes from behind me.
The woman across from me jerks and looks at Penelope. I have no doubt she’s a sweet gorgeous mess. “What are you doing here?” she asks.
“I know what he did. Come home to me, and we’ll be a family. You don’t need to sell yourself to this man,” she says, her voice is trembling, and I narrow my eyes.
“Boss,” a deep voice growls from around the corner. Penelope plasters herself to my back and I shift my arm behind me and hold on to her hip. “Man waiting in the car at the back entrance says he’s supposed to be picking up a new whore. He’s a well-known pimp around town,” my head of security informs me.
PENELOPE
My body freezes at the words I assume the security guard utters. My mother was going to hand me over to a pimp? I don’t know why I’m surprised. It isn’t like she doesn’t spread for money or dope herself. She’s such a fucking mess.
“Get her the fuck out of my house,” Aldrich growls. “And I want to know how this bitch got anywhere near my front door, in a full detailed report on my desk in the morning.”
My mother screams, she calls out my name, but I don’t even look at her. Aldrich slams the door and turns around, his heaving breathing the only sound I hear. Then, without a word I’m lifted over his shoulder as he practically sprints down the stairs.
He throws me down on the bed and I land with a bounce.
“That can’t be over so quickly, can it?” I ask.
Aldrich snorts. “It wouldn’t be, if we called the cops instead of having my men deal with it.”
I blink, wondering what that means and thankfully I don’t have to ask. Aldrich drops his pants and crawls between my legs, grabbing ahold of the sheet I have wrapp
ed around my body and roughly pulls it from my grasp.
“If the cops came, they’d ask too many questions,” he murmurs against the inside of my thigh. He kisses up to my belly, then continues on his path toward my breasts as he speaks.
“My men will scare the piss out of your mom, send her off somewhere, and if she even attempts to come back here again, they’ll shoot first and ask questions later. The pimp? He won’t be back here, no matter what your cracked-out mom told him. I don’t know how she got him here to begin with,” Aldrich mutters against my breast.
I whimper when he shifts his hips and fills me with his cock. “You’re not his to have. You’re not hers to make deals with. You’re mine, and only mine,” he growls.
He doesn’t fuck me this time, he slowly makes love to me. There is no other word to describe it as he gently slides in and out of me, his eyes connected to my own, speaking a language only our bodies understand.
“Tell me, Penelope, tell me you’re only mine,” he growls, his hips picking up their pace.
I widen my legs, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, my eyes staying glued to his. “Only yours, Aldrich,” I exhale.
“Damn fucking straight,” he announces.
I don’t get a chance to speak again, his gentle glides turn into pounding thrusts and I accept it, loving the way he makes my entire body ache with each pound of his hips against me.
“Fuck,” he roars as my pussy clamps down around him and he fills me with his release. He collapses on top of me, his mouth touching my neck, licking and tasting me while he catches his breath. “She will not get you,” he rasps.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PENELOPE
“He’s waiting for you downstairs,” Sophie announces.
I’m physically exhausted from having sex all night long and mentally exhausted from my mother’s visit. Right now, I push those thoughts aside though. I’m wearing one of the expensive soft causal dresses, Jessica insisted I get. I’m glad for it. My entire body is so sore, the thought of putting on any kind of pants has me cringing.