by West, Jade
Blood from her pussy. Blood and surprise and innocence.
Blood down her thighs like my little virgin girl all over again.
I opened her legs wide and eased my cock into her.
“Owww…” she whimpered, tender, and that was just what I wanted. Just what I craved.
“Take it. Take it like my good girl,” I said as I sunk my cock all the way deep.
She tipped her face to the side, eyes closed tight as I eased two thick fingers inside that slit along with my cock, and I knew it was straining so fucking tight, leaving such glorious smears of scarlet all over my dick.
“Yes…” she breathed. “Yes, please… I want it… I want to take it…”
I grunted so fucking loud as I slammed my cock in hard.
“You’re my beautiful little girl, and I fucking love you,” I told her, easing my fingers in deeper.
She cried out so sweetly, and I kept on going. Kept on moving the whole fucking stretch inside of her.
“Rock those hips like a good girl,” I groaned, and she did. She met me with her eyes and she did it, pushing those hips down hard.
The blood was a beautiful sight to watch smearing from that pussy. It made my mouth water so much as I shunted my dick in to the balls.
“Come for me…” she whispered. “Please, Miles, come inside me…”
But I shook my head and pulled all the way out of her, with another filthy smirk on my face.
“It’s Mr Lindon right now,” I told her, and eased my fingers in fresh. Four of them, right to the knuckles. “It’s Mr Lindon, little one, and it’s time I took you all the way.”
“But I can’t…” she breathed. “It’s too tight…”
“Trust me,” I told her, and she nodded. She nodded with so much trust in those big blue eyes.
And then she took me.
She took what gave her.
She took it slow, and deep, and with the squelch of that bloody pussy driving me wild.
I eased her with lube and patience, and my thumb on that hungry little clit, and made her buck. Buck and cry out and lose herself in my thrusts.
“Get ready, little girl,” I told her finally, as she was panting from another flood of climax. “Get ready and take a deep breath.”
Oh fuck, how she took a deep breath for me, whimpering out loud as I eased my fist in all the way. And there I was. In-fucking-side her so deep. My whole hand so warm and gripped so fucking tightly.
“Good girl,” I told her, and she raised her head from the bed, eyes like saucers as she felt the true depth of the stretch.
“You’re inside me?” she asked, and her tummy was so tense. “Really inside me?”
“I’m all the way fucking in,” I said, and twisted my hand just a little.
Blood and wetness and sweat and so much fucking love. All for me. The pinnacle of a whole fucking ocean of want.
I climbed up the bed to her and pressed my filthy mouth to her perfect lips, and then I kissed her. I kissed her with my fist all the way in deep, and she moaned for me. Moaned so fucking hard against my mouth.
And then she said it. She truly fucking said it.
“I like it…” she whispered. “It feels weird, and it’s sore… but I like it… I really like it…”
She groaned like a slut as I eased my hand free, her pussy so fucking sloppy as I slammed my cock straight back in.
My Faith was still such a sweet little youngster with a tight little cunt to grip me so nicely, and she milked me. She fucking milked me, her legs wrapping up around my waist even though she must have been aching.
“Take me, Mr Lindon,” she whispered, and her grin was divine, every bit as dirty as mine was. “Please, Mr Lindon, come inside me.”
I pressed my forehead to hers as I slammed in deep, and my eyes were burning so hard.
“And now it’s Miles,” I said, and made love to her.
I made fucking love to my princess right through the night.
And she made love to me.
The morning was rising by the time we’d grabbed even a slight bit of dozing between the sheets. It was the slam of a car door outside that jolted me to waking, still half in my tux from the night before.
I dragged myself over to the window in time to see Colin storming back down the street, and there was a little purple car waiting on the driveway.
“What is it?” Faith asked, and I gave a sigh.
She joined me to stare outside, and the diamanté gems were still glittering in her hair.
She nodded softly, trying to disguise the pain, but I held her tight all the same, pressing gentle kisses to her head.
“We’ll fix it,” I promised her. “Honestly, Faith, we’ll make it work out.”
“I hope so,” she said, and held me tight right back.
There were a whole load of her clothes thrown loose into the back seat that we found when we stepped outside. Clothes and toiletries and her tangled phone charger.
Plus, there was a resignation letter crumpled up on the driver’s seat. An immediate absence from work littered with a whole host of expletives. I nodded to myself and took it well and truly on the chin, more than fully prepared to give him a decent set of wages to set him on his way.
“They really do want me out,” Faith whispered as she surveyed the carnage, but I shook my head.
“They’re angry. Angry and hurt. They need some time.”
I made us breakfast while she tried to digest it. She was quiet. Quiet but smiling.
The day was sad but happy both at once. We enjoyed the freedom of each other’s company without any impending time restriction on getting her home.
We relaxed through the day in robes post showering, and cleared space in my wardrobe for her clothes, and put her toiletries in the bathroom and charged her phone.
No messages were waiting from her parents. No messages came through all day, in fact, not even when she sent some over in their direction, and they wouldn’t pick up her calls.
It was Sunday morning by the time a knock came on the front door. I opened it with a serious face, not quite sure what to expect, and especially surprised to see Colin standing there, holding a cat basket with Miss Tiddles mewling on loop.
Faith rushed on through and put her hands up to her mouth, not quite sure whether to look at her dad or her feline friend.
I stepped aside to let him in and he came on through, his brows still heavy as he handed the basket to Faith and let her set it in the living room with the door closed up tight.
I gave him a nod and reached for my coat, letting him know that I’d leave him to it so he could talk openly to his daughter, but he shook his head and grabbed hold of my arm.
“It’s you I want to talk to,” he said, and his eyes were still heated but laced with a whole heap of questions.
So I nodded.
I nodded and so did Faith, and it was her who got her coat from the rack.
“Can I go and see Mum?” she asked, and her dad nodded.
“She’d like that,” he said, and I was glad of it. Really glad of it.
I kissed her head as she made her way out, but held back from much else so as not to rub the hurt in for Colin, instead focusing on offering him a coffee through in the kitchen where he held up a hand in no, thanks.
I stopped making one of my own and propped myself against the breakfast bar, then waited for him to begin.
Predictably it started with an ocean of rage and pacing and why the fuck, fucking why?
My answers were as calm and honest as I could make them. About how I loved his daughter and always had. About how I was truly not wanting to develop feelings for her and would have preferred to have maintained my relationship with her as a little girl.
But how she wasn’t a little girl. Not anymore.
How she was a smart and skilled woman. Sharp and funny and passionate. Lively and talented and everything that made my heart sing.
About how I was dedicated to her and always would be, and I was s
orry, but I couldn’t lie to him anymore, and definitely couldn’t lie to either myself or her enough to walk away.
“If you truly love my daughter, you’ll be letting her go to fucking university,” he said and jabbed a finger in my direction.
I smiled. I smiled and told him it was already well and truly on my agenda to let her go to university. To let her follow her decisions and help her follow her education in exactly the way she chose.
I told him how I’d been investigating her options for quite some time, to help her step up onto the ladder she truly wanted to climb and not one she had no interest in, and he swallowed down a lump in his throat, shaking his head in a way that made my gut lurch with another bout of guilt.
“You really did that for her?” he asked. “You set up a whole fucking life of learning for my girl in Warwick?”
So I told him. I told him about all of it. About the testimonials I’d sent off to the university, about the options and the sponsorship I’d discussed with them and the experience I’d set up for her with some of my auctioneering associates. Auctioneering associates he knew and respected as well as I did.
“I had to, Colin,” I said. “Her vocation is in antiques and collectibles, I couldn’t bear to see her losing her passion to chase down numbers she had no interest in.”
“But it’s sensible –” he began, and I cut him off with a shake of my head.
“I know it’s sensible,” I said. “But this is her life and her passion and her choices.”
“So I keep fucking hearing,” he said, and put his hands up to his face. “I don’t know what to fucking make of it,” he barked. “I don’t know what to make of it, and I don’t know what the hell I should be fucking thinking of it.”
“Once again, I’m sorry,” I said. “I really hope I’ve answered your questions enough to give you an understanding.”
He let out a sigh and set off for the hallway.
I followed him to the front door, smiling with one final apology as he gestured back behind me at the living room door.
“Miss Tiddles is a little pain in the ass,” he told me. “You want to watch her with your curtains, she scratches the shit out of them.”
And with that he was gone.
It was mid-afternoon by the time Faith made it home, and although her eyes were pink and puffy from a blatant bout of tears, she had quite a calm smile on her face. I was scanning through the most recent Country Antiques edition on the sofa with Miss Tiddles padding my legs with an evil stare, and she laughed on over at the sight of her.
“Did it go alright?” I asked and she nodded, just a little.
“I hope so. Maybe. Might take some time. At least they don’t seem to hate me now.”
I tipped my head. “They don’t hate you, Faith, you’re their little girl. You’ll always be their little girl, no matter how much of a woman you grow up into. They might well hate me, but they certainly don’t hate you.”
She came and dropped herself beside me, pressing into my side and reaching over to tickle Miss Tiddles behind the ears.
“I guess we just have to give it some time,” she said.
“Time is a great healer,” I replied, and leaned in for a kiss, and she held me tight. Tight enough as I held her back that we were only interrupted by a mewling Miss Tiddles attacking the drapes at the side of the window.
“She does that,” Faith laughed and I laughed along with her.
“So your dad told me.”
“Dad must have told you a lot of things.”
I shrugged. “Not nearly as many as I told him. I just hope they made some difference.”
“They seemed to have,” she said. “He wasn’t quite so raging when he came back to theirs.”
To theirs.
Already I loved the way it was to theirs.
“One week until university,” she said. “We go through all of this, just in time for one week at yours before I’m off to university. Can you believe it?”
I shook my head. “Ours,” I countered. “Just one week at ours before you’re off to university. But you’ll be back.”
“I’m looking forward to it already,” she told me, and those eyes were my dazzling sparkles all over again.
Just like they always would be.
Work was a deadly quiet start to a new week as our office stood mute at the sight of us entering together. There was no sign of Erica, and no mention of anything whatsoever that happened on pussy cat night.
It was Rachel who finally broke the ice with a tea and a smile, heading on over as Faith and I discussed the coming Friday’s auction listings like business as usual in the finance office.
“Here you go, guys,” she said, and handed them over. And then she leaned in with a wink and smirk, her voice laced with a little laugher as she gave us a loud whisper.
“I always did think you’d make a good couple,” she said.
It was gone lunchtime when I headed on over to the property office to begin the unfortunate changes that would need to be made to the structure in Colin’s absence. I was contemplating Bill as a stand in, hoping he’d be able to get the rental properties functioning with the maintenance just fine, but I was sighing with the sad crap of all this. The sad crap of losing such a good guy as Colin from our huge chunk of years together.
I grabbed my briefcase up ready as I stepped into the main office, fully prepared to explain why the hell Colin wasn’t in today, just in case they hadn’t heard the ocean of speculation on the grapevine already.
But there he was.
Colin.
Sitting pride of place at his desk, and managing to give me the slightest tip of his head, even though his eyes were still full of utter rage for me.
“Miles,” he said.
“Good to see you,” I told him, and he shuffled some more of his paperwork before clearing his throat.
“Was there something in particular you were heading over here for?” he asked. “Or are you just here to chew the cud?”
Our eyes met. Our stares spoke volumes.
And I nodded. I nodded with a smile.
A really fucking decent smile.
For just a split second he managed one back.
“Nothing in particular,” I said, and left him to it.
Epilogue
Faith
I still felt so unsteady as a learner driver as Miles directed me up to Warwick University with my dorm room luggage stacked up in the back. I laughed as I heard another ping from my phone on his lap, and he laughed along with me.
“Yes,” he said. “It sure is her.”
I sure was happy it was.
He read out the latest message from Mum with a load more instructions for what supplies I needed to help me in the dorm room kitchens, and I relayed a thanks through my touchscreen to Miles as he sent it back through to her.
It was early days but we were getting there. Dad was at least back to sending Miles work emails with a slight hint of general chat on them now.
“That’s it,” Miles said, and pointed out a turn to the right. “Just along here and we’re almost at…” He paused. “That’s it, we’re approaching your dorm rooms… right… now.”
And there we were, pulling right on up to the car park where there were a whole host of students grabbing bags and cases from the trunks of their cars and trundling them on up into the stairwells. I took a breath before we joined them, realising again how much of a contrast this was really going to be from the calm of home with Miles.
I said hello to some grinning girls as I passed them in the hallway, and wondered just how many friends I was going to make in this place. It was when I was dropping some of my utensils in a drawer in the communal kitchen, and Miles was back outside for another suitcase, that one of the pink-haired girls from a room a few down introduced herself with a giggle.
“Wow, your dad is pretty damn hot,” she laughed, and I laughed right along with her.
“He sure is,” I said. “But that’s not my dad.”
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br /> With that Miles headed back in and I pulled him in tight for a kiss.
“Oh crap, I’m so sorry,” she – Emily – said, but I grinned quite happily, and with that the ice was broken, freedom to use each other’s bowls and jugs guaranteed.
It felt so strange when my room was made up for the night. I had my laptop and notebooks and pens out on the desk, and some timetables pinned up on my pinboard, and my bed looked ok with some sweet enough purple bedding.
But it wasn’t home. It wasn’t anything like home. Not with Miles beside me so warm every night.
He sat down alongside me and surveyed the room one final time, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders and congratulated me on quite a nice little space.
I rested my head against him and groaned, but it was ok. Truly. This was ok.
I was studying antiques and collectibles after all. My passion. My excitement.
“Just as well this isn’t finance I’m about to dive into this term,” I said, and he nodded.
“Sure is, princess. You’re going to fly at this degree. You’ll be the best in the land when you’re done.”
I ran through a list of the lecturers over again, beaming about how lucky I was about some of them, and he was all in agreement. Especially about some of the more recent ones that were coming.
“I really am going to be an auctioneer,” I said, so looking forward to having a sale room of my own one day.
“Yes,” he agreed. “You most certainly are going to become an auctioneer.”
“Make sure you don’t let Miss Tiddles destroy the curtains,” I said, and he planted a very heavy kiss on my lips before he got to his feet.
“Make sure you keep me informed of who these new lecturers are this term. I may well know some of them. I can hook you up for an extra info coffee out of lesson time.”
“Extra bonuses,” I giggled. “Do you ever stop being a good ally every second of the way in this career?”
“I guess we’ll have to see about that, won’t we?” he asked, and I got to my feet with a groan to walk him to the car.
I waved him away in my little purple motor, laughing as he held up a hand and beeped the horn.