“I have to walk in and pull you out of the same church my mother was murdered in, and you ask me that?” For Sebastian to shout I knew he was at the end of his patience. The revelation was news to me, I knew nothing about his past and very little about who he was now. Keeping my mouth shut, I decided now wasn’t the time to have a logical conversation with him. I didn’t think he’d physically hurt me, but his hands being balled into fists made me second guess that.
It felt like the temperature in the limousine was frigid, but it had little to do with the heating system. By the time we pulled up to his home, I was shivering at the rage I felt and saw in him. He opened the car door, and held it for me, and without speaking, I followed him out of it and up the stairs.
“My bedroom now. Strip and I’ll be with you in a moment.” My anger at being ordered around wasn’t nearly as strong as the fight or flight scenario spinning around in my brain. I did what he asked and decided that a few minutes of him getting his temper in check might be a smart idea.
Why I undressed and put my clothes in a nice little pile on the bed, I couldn’t say. Sebastian could be a ruthless sonofabitch, but I knew I could halt anything he wanted to do to me with a word. Of course, he could change my mind with a touch of his hand too. None of it was fair.
I wasn’t standing around with my ass showing, so I slid into his bed and under the covers. How long I waited there, I couldn’t say, it felt like time dragged on forever before he walked through the door. Without a single word, or glance my way, he undressed and walked over to the bed. “Slide over to the edge.” He didn’t look ready to commit mass murder at least, and his shaft was hard, almost resting against his stomach. Doing what he asked, he looked down his body then back in my eyes.
“I meant what I said in the car, Ashley. I want your mouth on me giving worship where it’s due. I’m going to fuck your little mouth to try and forget I want to wear out that beautiful ass of yours.”
Owned
Sebastian
Looking at her perfect body made my cock rise to attention, and I felt some of the anger slip away. Seeing her in that church where my mother had taken her last breath made me see red. I wanted to punish her and demand she never step foot in any house of religion again. I was the only church her body and mind needed.
Her hand tentatively curled around the base of my cock, and that luscious mouth wrapped around the head, making me forget everything but the pleasure she gave. That tempting tongue swirled around making it wet and she began suckling like a woman who knew what she was doing.
“That’s it, lover, make me your own personal lollipop.” Grasping her hair, I forced her to take in a few more inches and slowly fucked her mouth. She was damn good at giving head, and I loved how she let me guide her without giving into fear this time. Keeping the rhythm slow and shallow, Ashley was discovering how to please me this way. “Can you take more?”
With my initial anger dissipated, I pressed deeper into her throat and groaned as she relaxed her throat to accept me. My mind told me to fuck that sweet mouth until she gagged on my cock, but I’d discovered with my little innocent, slow and steady made her give me more. Her free hand reached down to cup my balls, and I knew this tender game was over. If she continued, I’d come and I planned to do that sheathed inside her.
After pulling free, I moved the few steps to the bedside table and pulled out a condom. “Are you wet?” I wanted to fuck her hard, but needed that sweet little pussy ready to take me, since I planned to have her several times tonight.
“I don’t know.” That shy and innocent act wasn’t what I wanted.
“Touch yourself and see.” Parting her legs, I knelt on the floor and was pleased when her fingers slowly moved to rub over that pink flesh. “Tell me how it feels.” She was caressing herself and the gasp on her lips signaled she was finding pleasure in the act. She was learning so fast.
“Not as good as your fingers.” Smart, beautiful, girl. Lowering my head between her legs, my tongue swiped over her glistening pussy then I suckled her clit until her hips arched off the bed. “Dirty little girl,” murmuring the words against her flesh, I tongued her deep, spreading her with my fingers to hold her open for my kiss.
I wanted her desperately but the need to make her dirtier was even more tantalizing. “Turn over on your stomach.” She didn’t hesitate and I knew she was ready to give me whatever I wanted. I kept long candles in the table beside my bed along with a box of condoms and I wanted to see her reaction. They were thin, not much bigger than my finger. I pulled one out and slowly entered her pussy.
“What are you doing?” She groaned at the sensation and I grinned.
“I’m going to fuck your sweet little pussy with this candle and get it all wet then take your ass with it.” I loved watching the red wax slide slowly in and out of her body.
“That’s gross, Sebastian.” She moaned out the objection and I chuckled softly.
“You love it.” With more patience than I felt, I continued gently fucking her with it, sliding deep then retreating until her hungry little body started to come. Of course, I pulled free.
Spreading her ass cheeks so I had a better visual of that virgin hole, I eased in. The wetness covering it and the slipperiness of the candle made easy work of filling her deep. I rode her that way, finding the sight beautiful. “I’m going to claim the last of your innocence.” Pulling the candle free, I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a tube of lubricant.
She was still face down on the bed, so I took that as her agreement. Picking up the candle I covered it, then spread her open again. “You like me fucking you this way, don’t you?”
“It feels strange.” Her soft words didn’t seem frightened, and I had no intention of teasing her as I usually did.
“I want to claim this,” I inched the candle in and out, showing her I could be patient and waited for her permission.
“Will it hurt?” She was always worried about pain, and in this, maybe she had the right to be.
“I’ll take it very slow.” I couldn’t say what it felt like for a woman’s first anal sex, so wouldn’t lie to her.
“Okay.” The fact that she trusted me to do this made me smile. I slowly tugged the candle from her beautiful ass, and rolled off the condom. I didn’t have to worry about getting her pregnant this way, and I’d been tested.
Slathering my cock with the gel, I spread her wide, and pressed the head of my dick at her tight entrance. “Try not to tense, lover.” At the first push inside that tighter than hell ass, I was worried it wouldn’t fit. “Breathe, Ashley.” I waited until she took a deep breath in and exhaled, then pressed forward a scant inch.
“Sebastian?” The fear in her voice told me this wasn’t comfortable and I wanted to make it right for her. Reaching my hand down to find her clit, I massaged it with my thumb and remained still until she started moving her hips to that pleasure.
Again, I pressed in and she tensed. My cock had never been squeezed this tight, even when I’d claimed her virginity. “I’ve got you.” Massaging her, I forced my cock not to thrust forward like I wanted and fingered her until her mind was back in the right place. Sliding out I pushed forward several more inches, and her tight ring of muscles protested my entry.
“Ow!” Not giving up, I expertly pleasured and pushed with my fingers, until I’d filled her completely with my cock.
“You did it, lover, took every inch of me.” She was squeezing me so tight I wasn’t sure I could move. Looking down at me filling her tight little ass was the most beautiful sight in the world. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Two fingers plunged into her pussy and I slowly slid out and back in, forcing her mind between pleasure and the uncomfortable feeling of getting used to having her ass fucked. She was made to be loved this way. It was killing me to take it slow, though. Curling my fingers inside her, she came and I increased my rhythm while she rode out her pleasure. In seconds, I came deep inside her clenching ass unable to help myself with the way
her pussy contracted, making her even tighter.
“It will get easier the more we do that.” I inched out and fell on the bed beside her. Our chemistry in the bedroom was unbelievable. I landed a small slap on that perfect ass and she yelped. Chuckling, I lowered my arm around her waist and we laid there not moving.
“I feel sticky.” I bet she did.
“Then I guess we should clean you up.” As I stood, I helped her and we walked back to the bathroom. It was the first time I didn’t feel like I needed to be an asshole with her after sex. Maybe it was because she’d given in to my request so easily. Anal didn’t work for every woman but Ashley seemed to do well. I’d claimed all her firsts.
We didn’t speak as we cleaned each other off in the shower. It felt right being with her this way, and it still scared me that I could be this comfortable with a woman, but for the moment, I didn’t want to break the peace we’d found. I couldn’t touch her without wanting more. Lowering to my knees, I lifted her leg over my shoulder and tongued her pussy.
“Sebastian, please. I need you.”
I needed her, too. It was obsession that made me want to fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight the next day. “Bend over, hands against the wall, lover.” When she complied, I came up behind her, grabbed her breasts, and squeezed as I slid in deep. “Tell me how it feels.”
Inching slowly in and out of her body, one of my hands glided down to grip her waist, keeping her steady, the other pinching her nipple hard. I refused to let her deny the pleasure of what I made her feel from herself or me.
“Good. So good.” Her hips were pushing back to meet mine with each thrust and I wanted everything she had. If there were a way to keep my cock inside her twenty-four hours a day, I’d do it. After releasing her nipple, I skated my hand up to her throat, squeezing lightly while I continued to slowly fuck her. Drawing out the sensations.
“Who owns your body, Ashley? Tell me!” Squeezing her throat tighter, I demanded she accept my ownership.”
“Only you, Sebastian. Please.” She was pushing back hard as I continued to only give her a taste of the passion I was capable of showing.
“Don’t ever forget it.” Unleashing my cock, I gave her the fucking she craved, merciless in the pounding, demanding she never forget how I could command her body like my personal puppet.
Her sweet little pussy bloomed like a rose under my thrusts and cries of pleasure echoed in the bathroom as her orgasm squeezed me into my own. I pulled out at the last minute, marking her back again. Turning her in my arms, I held her tightly as she cried, knowing they were tears of ecstasy. Those I didn’t mind.
She clung to me like a wilting flower, and I held her up not, wanting her to fall. “You were made to love me this way.” I’d never used that word before while fucking or after, but I wouldn’t take it back.
Her eyes shot up to mine, and I could see that my words had hurt her but I didn’t understand why. I’d given her something she wanted. I could have said her body was made to be fucked that way. I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her with savage possession wanting her to accept the gifts I gave.
When I broke free, those hazel eyes held confusion, which was much better than pain. When I pulled away, I lathered my hands, washing her with more tenderness than I’d ever shown another human being before. I could be kind in this respect, if only for her. When I was done, she returned the favor. It felt good to have her hands on me this way too.
“I know who took the money from your company.” She was lathering my chest and I grabbed her hands holding them still against me.
“How?” I was on the defensive, wondering if her pretty face had fooled me.
“After Tom came by today, I demanded Deshawn tell me happened. I felt he owed me that.” My distrust lowered on her involvement with the embezzlement but my anger was building at the thought of Thomas being alone with her. I needed the information first, then we were going to talk about him being in her apartment.
“What did he say?” She explained how Deshawn had been blackmailed to keep Matteo and his mother’s immigrant status concealed, and how he hadn’t taken money from my company.
I should have let it go at that, but I needed to know that Thomas hadn’t touched what was mine. She’d given me all the information I needed to press charges on the right person. I was sure Landry would offer a deal when I told him I was putting him in jail. The man was weak at best.
“Did you and Thomas discuss anything else?” I grabbed the soap and started lathering her breasts again. The way she looked down as she shook her head, told me she wasn’t being honest.
“Do you know the one thing I refuse to allow people to do to me, Ashely?” I lowered my hands, and my fingers slid over the soft folds of her pussy.
“What?” Already she was turned on again, and I wanted to fuck her and claim her as mine again. If that piece of shit had touched her I would destroy him.
“Lie. I can see it in your eyes that something else happened. So, tell me the truth.” My fingers slid inside her and rode her slowly. Was it wrong to use passion as a weapon? I didn’t care because this pussy belonged to me, not him!
“He kissed me.” The words came out breathlessly because I was finger-fucking her harder, bringing her to that edge I wanted her on.
“What else?” Pressing deep, I curled my fingers feeling the anger grow at the thought of him touching even her lips.
“That was it, a kiss. And he told me he could make me happy.” No, the fuck he couldn’t. I was all the happiness she needed.
“And did you kiss him back?” I was getting to a place in my mind that was dark, and I hoped my girl hadn’t overstepped the boundaries.
She bit her lip, and looked down, not answering my question. I knew without her saying a word that she had, and I was trying hard to curb my rage. Pulling her under the water, my fingers slipped free, and I rinsed her off. “Get out and dry off.”
I needed her away from me. The thought of any man ever touching what was mine sent a wave of anger through me so strong I didn’t trust myself around her until I was calm again. Luckily, she did as I asked and I bathed off while trying to get my shit under control. Logically, I knew it was just a kiss, but those were my damn lips. Mine, damn it! When I knew I could deal with this rationally, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my hips before joining her.
“The thought of you with another man makes me insane, Ashely.” I stalked toward her, grabbed her into my arms, and kissed her with all the aggression I felt at reminding myself of her with Thomas.
She kissed me back, taking anger away and replacing it with stark need. “He wasn’t you.” Her arms wrapped around my neck and I lost myself in her words. I had to prove to her how good I could make this for her. Never did I want another man to do what I was doing now.
Picking her up into my arms, I took her back to the bed and loved her with all the tenderness I could force myself to show. Whatever this was between us, I couldn’t let her go. I needed this sassy, infuriating, and mouthy little blonde in ways I would never understand. I was tired of fighting it.
Hours later, we both lay exhausted on the bed. Sheets rumpled, bodies covered in sweat, and her soft laugh filling the room. “That was incredible.” She stretched like the kitten she was and if my body hadn’t been exhausted I would have taken her again.
“Your body was meant to be mine.” The laughter left her eyes, and I wasn’t sure what I’d said to upset her. I’d given her the highest compliment I could.
“But you don’t love me.” She sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet to cover her from my sight.
“It’s not an emotion I understand. I can offer you a world of pleasure, though.” I didn’t understand her need for such sentimentality when I was offering her all of me that I could.
“It’s not enough, Sebastian. I want it all. Love, marriage, babies.” The look of sadness on that face that I was coming to adore made me feel like an ass. I didn’t want to be the one who put it there.
“I wish I could be that man for you, but I can’t. Can you not be happy with what we share here, in my bed?” I could keep her satisfied and make sure she never wanted for any material thing ever.
She shook her head. “It would never be enough.” Dropping the sheet, she walked over to her clothes and began dressing.
“Where are you going?” The idea of her walking away left me feeling vulnerable and angry. I’d never offered a woman as much as I did her.
“You have to let me go.” She slid on her tennis shoes before looking at me again. “For good this time. I’ve given you all the information you need. That was our agreement.” That stubborn little chin lift, while her lips trembled made me want to pull her into my bed again and show her that I could make her body do whatever I chose. When I moved to slide out of bed, she held up a hand.
“Sebastian, please. I know you can make my body crave to never end this, but you’ll make me miserable in the end if you do. I’m begging you.” Tears filled those hazel eyes and like the pussy I was, I let them control me. “I’ll never forget you.”
She walked over to me, lowered her head and her lips kissed my cheek, even as tears slid down hers. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you, and to not have that love reciprocated? I wouldn’t survive that staying here with you.
“Goodbye, Sebastian.” After turning away, she walked out of my room. Every instinct I had told me to chase her down and demand she stay here, where she belonged.
I didn’t, though. She was right. Ashley deserved a man who could give her what she dreamed of and I knew that couldn’t be me. I couldn’t see me playing house with the little wife and raising kids. I didn’t have anything against little people, but I was so screwed up in the head I’d probably damage them some way.
The ice I’d always thought surrounded my heart, melted and pain like I’d never known filled my chest. I had to do what she wanted and let her go. Somehow, I’d find a way to be that man I was before she came along. Closing my eyes, I could see her sweet lips and that face that would haunt my dreams for as long as I lived. It was going to be a long, hard fight returning to my old self again.
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