by Ruby Forrest
“What do you mean?” he asked as he moved his hand down to her pussy, gently sliding his finger between the folds of her flesh.
“To be honest with you, I’ve been doing everything I can to keep you interested in me. I just fear you’d get bored and leave me.”
Dean hugged her tight as he replied, “Hush... you don’t need to feel that way now. I promise I will always be right here for you. I am never going to leave you or let you go.”
“I sound like a desperate slut.”
“No, you sound like someone in love,” he corrected her and for the first time Kayla realized that he was right. Sofia was saying it but she never bought into it but then again people only do dumb things when they’re in love. Kayla loved Dean.
“I do love you,” she told him. “I love you so much it’s infuriating. Out of all the guys I could fall for I had to fall for the rich, playboy asshole with a dark secret.”
Dean turned her over so she would face him and he looked straight into her eyes as he whispered, “I love you too.”
“You only like me because I do what you want in bed,” Kayla responded.
He shook his head, “I mean it. I like how you cook pancakes in the morning, I love how you know exactly what kind of movies I like to watch and I appreciate how you’re willing to experiment in sexual things you’d normally never try. You always find a reason to keep trying, even when you’ve already discovered things about me that would normally disgust and turn off any other girl.”
“You’re just saying all that,” Kayla didn’t want to fall for his tricks. The hard part was that by looking into his eyes she almost believed every word he said.
Dean wasn’t giving up though. “I’m serious,” he told her. “I’d give it all up for you.”
“No,” she said. “I can’t deprive you of the things you like. I don’t mind you running your little BDSM ring. You can have your little games.”
“I wouldn’t be a really good boyfriend if I keep my girl at home while I go punishing a naked slut in the basement.”
Kayla smiled and said, “I’m your girlfriend. She’s just a slut for other people to own and dominate and break. No matter what you do to me, I won’t break.”
“That’s like saying you’re my wife,” he commented with a chuckle. “You really are proposing to me, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” she answered and laughed at him. She felt genuinely happy and content. This was why she couldn’t just give up on Dean. He made her feel complete and it was weird considering all the other things he was. Sure, he was a playboy and he had a strange fetish but when they were just making love and laying down talking she felt like a complete human being. He filled an empty hole that had been gnawing at her soul for so long.
Dean gave her nipple a twist but it wasn’t rough or too tight, just enough to make her gasp and moan a little.
“Thank you,” she told him as she reached up and held onto his hand.
“For letting you abduct my free will and agreeing to not-marry but marry you as we fuck like wild animals in my own bedroom? Sure, you’re welcome,” Dean answered sarcastically. “On a more serious note, it’s no problem. You’re a one of a kind girl, so I’m not really complaining.”
Kayla didn’t really know if she should believe him but so far he was keeping true to his word and despite having wild, rough sex he did not insist on treating her like a BDSM submissive. He knew his boundaries with her and that showed some level of respect.
There’s hope for you yet, Dean Marshall. Kayla let him caress her body slowly, allowing herself to peacefully fall asleep. The last thing she recalled before her eyes shut and the darkness took over was the touch of his fingertips dancing on her thighs. It was a pleasant sensation and it brought a smile to her face right
as she nodded off.
Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe it worked,” Sofia said as she flicked the television on. She and Kayla were in Dean’s bedroom. “All your kinky sex shit and spying actually worked. Good thing he didn’t just get mad and force you to leave or something.”
Kayla laid on the bed, right next to Sofia, and fumbled with her phone and replied, “I think he was mad at first, for like the first few minutes. Then I put my foot down and said ‘son, you ain’t fucking any bitch but me.’”
They both laughed and Sofia browsed through the channels. Nothing seemed to pique her interest.
“You got a Netflix account or something?” Sofia asked. “Nothing good’s on.”
“Yeah,” Kayla said and took the remote control. As she was logging in she said, “I don’t know where it’s going though. I mean, sure, I glued my spot to him for now but I don’t know if it’s a real relationship or if I’m just like the unloved wife that he fucks at night.”
Sofia looked at her with a twisted, disgusted expression, “The unloved wife he fucks at night? Where in the world did you pick that line up?”
“Bitch,” Kayla replied. “You know what I mean. He goes out, has fun, and then when he comes home he screws me simply because he has to. Like how a guy might fuck his wife at home just to shut her up and so she won’t think he’s cheating on her with some young, dandy slut he met in a bar.”
“Does it even matter? You still got what you wanted.”
“It matters,” Kayla told her friend. “I love him.”
Silence covered them like a blanket and Kayla knew Sofia was processing the thought in her head. Sofia did say Kayla was falling in love but now it was a reality. They had been friends since middle school and this was honestly the first time Kayla ever admitted being in love with a guy and it just had to be the richest asshole they ever met.
“Y-you just said that, right? You just said you love Dean Marshall?” Sofia had to make sure she got it right.
Kayla nodded.
“All right, the world is coming to an end,” Sofia concluded. “This is it. I’m done. Kayla’s fallen in love. I’ve done my job well.”
Kayla laughed and punched her friend softly on the shoulder, “Shut up. I can’t really believe it either, you know? I mean, I had so many other chances before and here I am getting all warm and tingly for fucking Dean. He’s the kind of guy you laugh at in parties and shit but I’m tying myself to him instead of walking away.”
“You can’t control who you fall for,” Sofia commented but Kayla noticed it was in a soft, melancholic tone.
“You okay?”
Sofia tried but failed to grin back, “Yeah. I just thought you’d marry me.”
That broke Kayla’s heart. “I’m always here,” she told her best friend. “Always.”
“Yeah, but you’re not mine anymore. You might even marry this son of a bitch seeing how you’re so head over heels for him.”
It made Kayla feel a little guilty. Sofia admitted she had a thing for Kayla a few years back and they did honestly try to be together but Kayla just didn’t feel it. She loved the sex and Sofia was the sweetest person she ever dated but it wouldn’t work. Kayla was straight and she wanted guys, no matter how hard she’d try to give it her all for Sofia.
“I’m sorry So,” Kayla told her friend and planted a kiss on Sofia’s cheek. “I promise, you can always come over and bang me like a freak any time of the week.”
Sofia found some consolation in that, “Hey, as long as we both stay happy right? Maybe Dean will want to watch sometime.”
“Fuck you,” Kayla said flatly. “Don’t give us ideas. I like how it is now.”
“Speaking of how it is,” Sofia pointed out, “do you live here now?”
“Oh, yeah I do. He’s been helping me move my stuff here. I still got some shit left back at the apartment like my fridge and stuff. I told him we can just hire a moving company but he insisted on doing it himself.”
Sofia nodded and went back to watching TV, “At least he’s trying to be a normal boyfriend. Remember David? Man, fuck that asshole. I couldn’t care less about how rich he was. He
was such an asshole.”
“Hey, you sure you’re okay here on your own?” Kayla asked as she got up. She had to leave and Dean was probably already at their meeting place, waiting for her.
“I know my way out,” Sofia answered. She then pointed to her lips and puckered, “Bye. Have fun.”
Kayla gave her friend a kiss on the lips then started getting dressed. She was actually going out on a date with Dean, something she thought they’d never do. She had assumed she’d just be the girl he comes home to but never sees. This was a nice change of pace from just having sex in his mansion.
When she was ready, she left Sofia in the bedroom and drove out.
***
The theater center was already packed. She found Dean waiting in line to buy tickets.
“Dean Marshall, waiting in a line like everybody else,” she commented as she walked up to him. “I need to take a picture of this.”
He laughed and handed her their popcorn, “You didn’t think all I do is work and screw girls, right? I do have a hobby outside the bedroom.”
“I don’t know, you tell me,” she replied and ate a handful of popcorn. “What movie are we watching?”
“It’s that new thing with George Clooney,” he answered, “a musical.”
Kayla’s eyes grew wide with excitement, “How’d you know I’d like this? I freaking love George Clooney.”
“Every chick loves George Clooney,” he told her. “Fortunately, so do I. You got everything ready at your place?”
“Yeah, everything’s boxed up.”
Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her closer, “How’s Sofia?”
“In our bedroom, watching shit on Netflix.”
“Using your account or mine?”
“Mine,” Kayla answered. “She’s been binging that show with Thandie Newton and Chris Pratt. I liked it but I only saw Season One so far.”
Dean hugged her tighter and asked, “How many seasons are there now?”
“Four,” Kayla answered. “I couldn’t continue watching because I diverted back to finishing up Game of Thrones. Then I started watching that weird sci-fi thing you recommended last night.”
“Firefly?”
She nodded, “I like it. The writing is really good but it’s kind of obvious that the budget wasn’t really up to par. It would’ve been better if they made it a few years later. Like a decade later.”
“You know the guy that made it made The Avengers movie right?”
“No freaking way,” Kayla commented. “That’s some cool trivia.”
Dean laughed in agreement and stood behind her, this time hugging her with both arms around her waist.
Kayla felt a warm sense of satisfaction begin to flood her senses as she stood in that line with Dean’s arms around her. She was actually happy and in a relationship, two things she never thought would go together. To make it even more amazing was the fact she achieved it with someone like Dean Marshall, the epitome of a rich, privileged bad boy.
She looked up at him and found him looking back at her. She knew deep inside he still had some secrets and issues locked away but those could be stripped bit by bit. She knew she could trust him now. She knew she had him. She loved him.
The line started moving and they made their way inside. As they walked into the darkness and to their seats Kayla let her mind drift into a well of peace. She was happy, she was content and she was not going to let this feeling go.
“Dean,” she called right as they sat down.
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
Dean hugged her tight, gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “I love you too. I do.”
That was all she wanted to hear. She squeezed his hands as they turned to the screen and watched.
THE END
Breaking Daddy’s Little Virgin - Sample
Chapter One
“Fuck,” I said out loud. I looked over to the other end of the couch and saw Ysabel who was still sitting on her husband’s lap. She was hot, with beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes and a firm little body, while he was twice her age. Still he was a little handsome but not hot enough for her to consider fucking him.
“Get a room guys,” I told them and they only laughed back at me.
Ysabel kissed Matthew on the cheek and then faced me as she said, “We’re already in one, Olivia, you just happen to be in it too.”
“Bitch,” I said with a chuckle. I turned back to watch TV, hoping the music video playing would snag my attention before I would end up watching those two make out in my living room.
I didn’t really mind, however. Ysabel had been my friend since I was in middle school and that was more than a decade ago. We went to high school together, went to college together and for the past six years we’ve been in the same company together.
We both worked for a real estate company but where I was in the HR department, Ysabel was in the financing corner as an accountant.
“Hey, is he coming?” I asked when I remembered Ysabel was going to introduce a friend tonight. We planned on going bowling and having a casual dinner over the bowling alley and both she and Matthew thought it was a brilliant fucking idea to bring their friend over and pair him up with me. Yeah, as if that would ever work out.
Ysabel turned away from Matthew for a moment, “Actually, I don’t know.” She then turned over to her husband and asked, “Is he coming? Did he text you anything?”
Matthew shook his head, “Nope, not yet.”
Ysabel lightly punched her husband’s gut, “Well, what are you waiting for? Go ask. Text him or something.”
“Okay, okay, fine,” Matt said as he rolled his eyes and got off the couch. He lumbered his way up the stairs to the bedrooms.
“You know you guys don’t really have to set me up,” I told Ysabel. I meant it too; I’ve been single for over a year and I like to think that I’m doing just fine.
Neither Ysa nor Matt believed me though. They both figured I needed a man like Matt, someone much older. I always figured older men were not for me. Sure, they could be more mature than guys my age but they were also a little more fragile or sickly. I didn’t want to be some kind of young fuck doll for an elderly guy.
To be fair, Matt was into cycling so he was quite fit for someone in his fifties. Hopefully their friend is just as fit so he doesn’t end up dying from a heart attack while we’re having sex.
“I know we don’t have to, bitch,” Ysa responded and she scooted over to sit by my end of the couch. She wrapped her arm in with mine. “We just want to. I mean, seriously, you haven’t had a good fuck in months.”
“Shut up,” I tried to fight back but there was no arguing with her. Ysabel was a force of nature.
“I mean,” she insisted. “I know you like it.”
She obviously forgot the one important detail about my sex life, “You do know I’m still a virgin, right?”
Ysabel pinched my arm. That really fucking hurt but I could only squeal.
“Nuh-uh,” she tried to deny the fact. “You slept with Jason.”
“That doesn’t count,” I reasoned. This was almost two years ago. “I jerked his cock with my hand and he made me suck on it for a few minutes but we didn’t actually have any sex.”
She rolled her eyes, “You still tasted cock.”
I was tempted to just draw my shorts down and shove her face into my pussy, “Want to look down and check if my hymen is broken or something?”
“Fine, fine,” Ysabel let it go. She rested her head on my shoulder. “But you still got to be hungry for some kind of affection, right? I mean anything from a hug or kiss or some shit like that.”
I nodded back and said, “Yeah, I do. Not sure if I miss it so much that I need you to match me up with some old fuck. I’ll give it a try, though, for you.”
“Thanks,” she replied. “I just want you to be happy.”
I could only smile back.
I was going to ask about what to wear and all but Matt came walking down the stairs with his phone in his hand.
“He’s coming,” Matt announced before he took a seat beside Ysa. He planted a kiss on her cheek and then flicked her shoulder with his finger, motioning for her to come back and sit on his lap. As soon as she was on top he dug his hand underneath her blouse and I saw him cup her breast. Fucking perverts but it made me giggle.
She kissed him back then asked, “Well, are we going to watch TV or get ready? What time are we going, babe?”
“Can we go before nine?” I wanted to go out early so we could get home early. The last time they tried to set me up it was almost midnight and the guy I was with tried so hard to get into my pants, saying it was only logical for me to sleep at his place since we were a little drunk at the time. “I just want to get home before midnight.”
Matt nodded, “Yeah, me too. I don’t think I can handle staying up so late anymore. Maybe I just need to exercise a little more. How ‘bout we go by eight-thirty so we can bowl and eat by nine?”
Ysabel and I both agreed to those terms. That meant we had around forty minutes to get ready and I had absolutely no fucking idea what to wear. While I was in the shower I could only think about what this guy might look like. Matt said he was around forty-nine or forty-eight and was a well-respected guy in the business industry. In my head, however, that only painted the image of a balding billionaire and not exactly someone I would want to hang out with, much less be romantically involved with.
I spent even more time making a mess out of my closet. I tried on something pink, something hanging, something black and leather but none of it seemed to give the impression I wanted. I was a small girl for someone my age - I’m twenty-five, by the way - standing only five-feet-two. I had green eyes, long, light brown hair that went down to my hips and a very petite, firm body build. Most men I dated said I’d make a fortune as a porn star but the idea never latched on to me. Maybe when I’m thirty and still broke as fuck.