by ChaShiree M.
“I’m so sorry.” Is all I can think to say.
“Don’t apologize angel. I want your eyes and the rest of you on me. But, I am holding on by a thin thread as is. Have mercy on an old man and be a good girl. Yes?” Picturing what happens when he loses control makes me bite the side of my lip. I am looking at his face and I can visualize it distorted with the pleasure he will get from my body. I realize that something must show on my face because he eyes narrow, slanting, as his nose flares and the want he was trying to hold at bay surfaces. The excitement soaks my panties as a moan slips my mouth and I squeeze my legs together. He growls. “Fucking lip in your mouth. Damn it!”
He moves closer to me, wraps his hand around the back of my head and slams his mouth on mine.
Fuck me sideways. I am a goner. Kissing him is like nothing I have ever imagined yet better than I ever thought it could be. He doesn’t ask me to open for him. His tongue spears its way into my mouth, making lust with mine and I forget my mom is in the next room with my nieces. I grab his shirt and move in closer feeling the hardness between his legs rub against me. Oh god!!! It’s so hot in here. I whimper. I freaking whimper in the back of my throat and apparently that snaps him out of it. He removes his mouth from mine, forehead to forehead, both breathing in and out rapidly.
“Sweet hell Sadie. I almost lost myself. Please grab your purse and come with me. I have to get you out of this house before I take you right here.”
Hearing that is all I need to move me. He has no idea there is anyone else here. And I don’t want that to be how he finds out. Now that the lust is winding down, I am back to feeling nervous. We get in the car and drive in silence to the restaurant. The whole way his hand on my thigh squeezing it, like he is trying to make sure I don’t move.
We pull up and the valet takes the car. He must be a regular guest, because they know him by name and seat him right away. I wonder how many women he has brought here. The idea that this is his play, makes my heart hurt. I know it is irrational, but the inkling that someone else has been privy to his touch, time and heart, lets loose a need to vomit.
We are seated in a private room, with a sliding glass door and everything.
“I hope this is ok. I didn’t want us to be disturbed.”
“It’s fine.” I hear myself spit out. Even I can hear the distaste behind that answer.
“Is something wrong, sweet girl?” Hearing his endearment for me, takes some of the ire out of my fire.
“No. Nothing's wrong.”
“Sadie, I know we haven’t known each other long. But I can already tell when you are lying. Your left eye twitches a bit. Now if we are going to see where this goes, I cannot have you lying to me. Please trust me dear heart. What’s wrong?”
Crap. Now anything I say will sound childish. I have no clue how to be with someone so sophisticated. I am only going to muck it up.
“I was just…. well…. I…..how many women have you brought here? They obviously know you.” I quickly look down. I don’t want him to be able to read the immaturity in my eyes. Bad enough my whole self is going to show it.
“Sadie, look at me when I tell you this, so I never have to repeat this.” I look up instantly. Something about him makes me want to obey everything he says. I will have to look into that later.
“I have never brought anyone here besides my mother, God rest her soul. They know me because I own it. I would never disrespect you and bring you somewhere laden with my past conquests. Not that there are many to begin with. I was once engaged. Found her planting more than the flowers with the gardener, quite a long time ago. There has been no one else. Until you.”
8
Charles
You’d think being as old as I am, I would have a handle on this whole controlling of the libido thing. But two seconds in her company and I’m suddenly a fucking teenager again, jizzing my pants. I have us seated in the private room for two reasons. One, I want us to have a place to talk without the noise of everyone else in the room. I also didn’t want every dick in the room ogling my Sadie. I find I am more than possessive over her.
“So now that we have that out of the way, tell me more about you.” She looks so cute fidgeting in her chair. Like a little girl sitting the principal's office. Only, I would bend her over my desk and make her take this cock inside her wet pussy, while I….
“I pretty much told you the important stuff at the coffee shop.” She shrugs her shoulders. I find her lack of confidence both frustrating and endearing. She’s like a little lost girl. Lucky for her she has been found by me. I grab ahold of her hand and rub her palm. I need to calm her down and make her feel safe.
“I know sweetness. Now tell me what I don’t know.”
“Well, my little sister Carla was a bit of a troubled soul. She got pregnant at 16, left home. Had a little girl. Then brought her to my mom to raise. We thought she had gotten her life together a few years later, but then she got pregnant again three years later, got hooked on drugs and now my mom and I have both of her daughters. I work 4 days a week 12-hour days to make ends meet. My mom takes care of the kids.”
“Wow. Such a massive undertaking for someone so young.” My protective instincts go up again. This girl obviously put everyone before herself. She needs someone to take care of her.
“Thanks. It’s my family though. What else am I going to do?”
“I’m curious. What do you want out of life? Not for everyone else, but for yourself. What do you see when you close your eyes?” I am more than a little curious and anxious to know if her vision is on the same plane as mine.
“I used to want kids and a husband. I always thought I would be a great stay-at-home mom. I went to nursing school to help people. But it was always a stop over until I found my forever. But sometimes dreams don’t come true. You know.”
My jaw ticks as I see the light in her eyes go out. When she was talking about being a wife and mother, her entire body lit up. I want to see that all the time. The rigidity in my body is real. I don’t think I have ever been as tense as I am right now trying to figure out how to take her problems, make them mine and fix them.
“I strongly dislike your defeatist attitude sweet girl. Nothing is ever out of reach if we want it bad enough.” She doesn’t look like she believes me. But before I can right the doubt in her eyes, the food I ordered before we arrived comes in and we dig in.
The rest of the date goes by swiftly with small talk and more than a little flirtation. All too soon it is over, and I am dropping her off at home.
“Do you work tomorrow sweetness?” I ask as I am walking her to the door.
She stops at the front of the door, looks up at me eyes wide and filled with questions and heat.
“No.” She whispers, her cheeks red, chest moving up and down. With my hands on her face, I trace the side of face, moving down her cheek, with radiates heat and move over her bottom lip. My thumb pulls that lip down dipping inside her mouth. Her tongue peeks out and licks it, forcing a moan from my mouth and my cock stands at attention. Needing to feel the wetness of her mouth once again, I push my finger further in and this time she closes her eyes and sucks it. Shit. I move closer to her, pinning her against the front door, allowing my hungry cock to rub against the middle of her.
“Mmmmmmm…” she moans over and over. This damn girl.
“Fuck Sadie. You sucking my finger is giving my cock a serious case of jealousy. You going to suck my cock as enthusiastically sweet girl?”
She pulls back, giving herself room to talk. “Yes. I hope.” The way she avoids my gaze, send my heart into my throat. She is not saying what I think she is.
“Look at me. Right now.” The swiftness with which she obeys is intoxicating. I never had a thing for obedience before, but she brings out the dominance in me. “Are you a virgin sweet Sadie?” She ducks her head as she nods and, in that moment, I know her fate is sealed.
“Sweet, sweet, girl. You just signed your future with that nod.” her eyes widen even mor
e, not hiding her shock. So innocent. So shy. So, MINE.
“We will talk more tomorrow. I am going to have my car pick you up at six. Bring an overnight bag. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Now go inside before I fuck you on your mama’s shrubs.” I lean in and kiss her head, before ushering her inside the house.
As I walk away, my mind is making lists of things that need to be put in place so I can get Sadie where she is meant to be.
Under me. Pregnant with my baby. Doing every fucking thing I say.
Life is looking up now.
9
Sadie
My day has been pretty typical. I got woken up by the girls at the dumb crack of dawn jumping up and down asking for pancakes. As exhausted as I was, I could never say no to those beautiful faces. So up I went. By the time my mom came down the stairs, breakfast had been made, the girls were eating, and the kitchen had been cleaned. I know if I didn’t clean it before she came down, she would have, and I cannot bear to see her working so hard.
We had a great morning filled with fun for the girls. We took them to the zoo, went to the park and went to get ice cream. Not at all abnormal for us. We try to fill the girls Saturdays with learning and fun. By the time we made it home at two in the afternoon, they both laid down for a nap. I wish I could say I enjoyed the outing as much as I normally do. But that would be a lie and my mother latched on to it.
“What’s got you all tangled up my girl? It wouldn’t be the man you went out with last night and haven’t mentioned once would it?” Leave it to mama, to get right to the point.
“Oh mama. I’m fine. It’s just...well being out with him last night, I allowed myself to believe in a life I can’t have. At least not right now.” My stomach heaves just thinking of Charles ending up with someone else. Another woman in his arms, locked in his embrace, feeling the bone deep burning of his gaze.
“Why not dear heart? Why can’t you have whatever it is you picture for yourself?” She asks bringing me out of my self-loathing.
“No man in his right mind is going to take on all this. Two kids, that are not his and everything that comes with it. I can’t leave this on you. How would you support you guys? No. My family needs me.” Even though I need him.
She looks at me with disappointment and though I tried to get her to say what she was thinking; she went upstairs to her room from the duration of the girl’s nap. This left me alone with my own thoughts.
I keep going over and over the thoughts that were going through my mind every time he kissed me or called me ‘sweet girl’. Breath would catch, my vagina would pulse, mouth water, heart flutter and my mind would beg me to call out to him. Everything in me wanted to be what he needed. Or maybe I’d ask him to be what I needed. I wanted to call him…
“Stop it Sadie. You are being ridiculous. You are a fully-grown woman.” I berated myself over and over the rest of the afternoon. I was on pins and needles all day. I was half in and half out of the rest of the afternoon. My hands, primed on my cell phone, teetering between calling him to cancel for today and asking him to take me forever. My whole being was unsettled. I felt lost. Floundering around my own kitchen. I have never felt like this before. Turned upside down. Just a few hours in his company has changed something fundamental inside me and I can't put my finger on what it is.
Like he could sense my turmoil across town, he texts me and suddenly everything is upright.
Charles: My sweet girl. How is your day?
Me: It's going well. Been busy today. How was your day?
Charles: It has been difficult to say the least because I can’t stop thinking about a certain little Lolita, I met yesterday. Me. He means me. Why does this make me so giddy? I must take too long to answer. His next text shows his worry.
Charles: Are you having second thoughts my sweet girl?
Me: No. Sorry. Just…. thinking about things. I am looking forward to tonight. What are we doing by the way?
Charles: I thought we could stay in. I could cook for us and we could talk. The disappointment is almost palpable, though I should feel relieved. Except, I feel nothing but disappointment that we won’t be doing anything more...physical.
Me: Sounds good. I can’t wait. I have to go. See you soon.
Charles: Until tonight sweet girl.
Hopefully we exchange more than words.
10
Charles
I have been pacing my office for the past half hour like a caged lion. I can’t shake the feeling of being contained and out of control. These contradictory feelings have my head about to explode. It’s not just waiting for her though. I am also waiting for a phone call from an associate of mine. After dropping her off yesterday, I made a call to a few acquaintances. I am not sure what I expected to happen, other than to find a way to ease some of her burden and remove obstacles in my way of keeping her.
I called Ralph and asked him his advice. I told him about the children and her mother and sister. I asked him our options.
“Charles. My friend. Are you sure you want to get involved in this mess? Your life has been enviably clean and without drama. You want to invite it, now at this junction of your life for a little slip of……”
“Mind your mouth Ralph. You would do good to remember you are talking about the woman I intend to marry. You were once a gentleman. Kindly enact that behavior now before I have to show you how.” This man has been my friend for more than half my life, but right now, his attitude toward my woman, will make him persona non-grata swiftly.
“Calm down old friend. I have not lost my mind. A gentleman is the only way to be. I was simply testing your level of investment. I’m happy for you friend. Now, as to your question. If the mother has been gone for more than a year, you can petition to have the court assign the grandmother as legal guardian pending a search and find in lieu of adoption. If they don’t find the mother within the next six months, she can move to have her rights revoked and apply for adoption.”
“Can you begin the process?”
“I can. I just need the name of all parties involved. But this doesn't fix the issue of money. If the mom doesn’t work, and Sadie is the only source of income, this will not solve that problem.” He is correct, but I already have a plan for that.
“I am aware, and I have a plan. I just need you to work on this end. I will have all the information to you in the morning. Thank you.”
“Anytime buddy. Anytime.”
I have no time to lament my plan because she is pulling up in the car, I sent for her. Walking out to the car, I can’t help but think that it wasn’t two short days ago, I was telling Ralph how I didn’t want to be anyone’s knight in shining armor. I thought I wanted a woman of the world. One who could be my equal. Until I saw Sadie. Now I want to be everything for her. The surprising part is, I also want to control her. I have an incessant need to know everything. To own her: mind, body, and heart.
I open the car door to let her out. As soon as her first leg hits the pavement her sugary sweet cherry scent hits my nose. My cock rises to attention and my chest vibrates with the growl of madness. My fucking driver has been in the car surrounded by this smell for an hour and the knowledge makes me bestial. No one gets to smell that but me.
As soon as she is all the way out of the car and in my arms, looking at me like her mythical fairy tale, I know all of my plans have just gone out the window. There is no way I am going to be able to hold off taking her until later tonight.
No words spoken. I can’t risk it right now. I simply grab her bag and hand and march her inside the house. I barely get the front door closed before I am pinning her against the front of it. My nose runs up and down the side of her face inhaling her sweet innocent fragrance. My mouth feels parched from the need to wet it with her essence.
“Fuck you smell good.” I growl out not meaning too. But it's the goddamn truth. She smells like sunshine and little girl lotion. The kind 5-year-old girls love because it smells like cotton
candy and strawberries. My hands, I know, are gripping her hard, as I grind my eager cock into the middle of her dress covered pussy. Knowing that my hands are leaving bruises on her makes me more inclined to leave more.
“Charles. Oh god. What’s this feeling?” This fucking girl is going to undo me with all her purity. Too bad I am going to muddy it up. Something inside me wants to turn her into my dirty little cum slut. But have her stay this innocent and sweet to everyone else. What does that make me?
“Charles.” She squeaks. It brings me back and I realize my hand has pulled the top of her dress down under her bountiful breasts, presenting them to me.
“Look at you. My little Lolita and you don’t even know it yet. I have to…. I have to taste them and know. I can’t wait. I lean down, sniffing her nipples, moaning at the sweet smell. Shit. 50 years of having perfect teeth and one night with Sadie is going to send me to the dentist.
“Charles….I feel so lightheaded.” She moans, head rolling back and forth as her eyes glaze over. I love that I haven’t really done anything to her yet and she is already so gone for me.
“Don’t worry baby. I got you. I will always catch you.” With that said, my tongue comes out and licks around her budding little button. Just like I knew it would taste. Syrup. No longer able to reign it in, I suck it into my mouth, pulling it out and slathering it in my saliva, alternating between both of them over and over. Biting, sucking, licking.
“Charles. Please. Oh please. Yes.” Hearing her beg for me finally snaps open the last remaining seal. Fuck everything else but making this girl mine. “Oh my sweet girl. I wanted to wine and dine you before breaking that tight pussy in. But now that I have smelt you, tasted your candied tits and heard your sweet innocent cries, there’s no waiting. Upstairs, first door on the left is my bedroom. Go upstairs, make yourself comfortable. I will be right up.” I kiss her mouth, making sure not to linger. The least I can do is make her first time in a bed. But if I kiss her any longer, she will be on the floor, in front of the door. She pulls her dress back up and wobbles her way up the stairs.