Deviant

by Jordan Silver

  My cock was now iron hard and not taking direction very well. I’m used to being able to control this fuck but this time he seemed to have his hands on the reins.

  I eased out of my clothes without her even noticing, since I kept her preoccupied with a hand between her thighs, and my mouth either on her tit or her lips. She didn’t stand a chance, didn’t know what hit her when I felt around between us and led my cock to her opening.

  I was moving faster than normal because I didn’t want her coming to her senses and calling a halt. I just might jump the fuck off the plane so far gone I was. But she didn’t say a word. Just followed my lips with hers as we tried to suck the air from each other’s lungs.

  “This is going to hurt.” I whispered the warning against her lips before pushing my cock forcefully past her clam like cunt lips and into the paradise beyond.

  “Tight, fuck!” I now know what the impression blinded by lust means. It felt like my vision went in and out there for a second. I swallowed her screams as I tore through the thin barrier that did its best to keep me out.

  And when I was planted firmly in her belly, nine of my twelve inches making it into her tight depths, I breathed easy for the first time since we’d met. My conscience tried its shit again but I wasn’t willing to give her anything more than the gentleness I was showing her now.

  7

  Damien

  “Shh, it’ll stop hurting now.” I brushed the hair back from her face and looked down into her eyes. That lust had been dimmed by the pain of having her maidenhead pierced.

  But it was a testament to my game that she wasn’t fighting me off, but instead clutched me closer, even going so far as to spread her legs open, making room for me to get settled.

  “Does it still hurt?” I’d spent the last few minutes kissing her and not moving an inch. My cock was straining at the bit and I kept telling myself that it doesn’t matter how I treat her, in the end she’s going to hate my guts anyway.

  But I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her any more than was necessary. She shook her head slightly and I could feel her pussy breathing around my cock as it slow dripped precum inside her. “I’m going to fuck you now, hold on.”

  I eased out and with my eyes still on her face, glided back in. I did that three of four times, in the hopes of opening her up to fuck but her shit was tight and had a stranglehold on my cock.

  “Fuck baby, how are you so tight?” And why the fuck is my dick so happy? She felt like she was made to fit under me. Like that hole between her thighs had been designed only for me.

  I couldn’t deep stroke her the way I wanted to, not yet. But the thought of having her again and again only spurred me on, made my cock harder and leak faster.

  I sure the fuck wasn’t thinking about revenge when her pussy clenched around my meet. Or when her nails dug into me and I felt the warmth of her cunt juices run down my cock.

  Ain’t this a bitch? I’ve had all kinds of women over the years. In fact I’d fucked all the local Miss whoevers in the last five years. It’s a thing with me, knocking one off in the crowned beauties of the world. But none of them had ever made my dick as hard as this girl does. Hmm!

  I won’t admit it, but I like her tight little pussy. Shit really does fit around my cock like it was made for me, just me. I don’t play into that happily ever after bullshit so I wasn’t gonna go there but swear to fuck her pussy felt like coming home. Too bad she is who she is. My sworn enemy.

  I looked down at her as we fucked just to prove a point to myself, that I felt nothing more than the norm. That her pussy wasn’t half as good as I made myself believe it was.

  Two hours later I was still balls deep in her fucking her pussy raw. She’d forgotten somewhere around hour one to be shy. I can say this for her, she is one dick hungry little girl.

  “Quiet, shh, they’re gonna hear you if you keep this up!” She wasn’t even listening to me. She had her head back, mouth hanging open as she pushed her pussy hard onto my cock.

  I slapped her ass a few times to get her attention, but when that didn’t stop her loud screams, I grabbed her panties and stuffed them into her mouth.

  “Ahhhhhh….” She screamed around the silk and came…just like that…from me spanking her ass. “Cum for me again.” I wanted to feel that shit again so I gave her ass a few more spanks to bring her off one more time.

  She squeezed around my cock and came. Shit made my cock even harder. Not to mention the redness that appeared beneath the lashes from my hand. That always got me going and now was no different.

  I looked down between our joined bodies to where my cock was slicing her small pussy in two. Was there ever a prettier sight? I think not.

  Her blood was long gone from my cock, about an hour ago, in fact from the first time I’d fucked her. How the fuck was I to know she was cherry? I’d kidded around with the idea but how could I have known?”

  Then I asked myself as I fucked into her as my balls filled up. Had I known would I have done things differently? Would I have left her alone, preserved her innocence? And the answer was a resounding no, fuck no.

  As first fucks went her little virgin ass wasn’t half bad. She kept my cock up and randy for the rest of the flight. I had her twice more before the plane started its descent and I damn near had to carry her off the plane when we landed.

  She was shy once she saw the guys again but I kept my arm around her, shielding her the best I could and wondering why the fuck I was and why I cared so much that she seemed uncomfortable.

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, they have no idea what we were doing back there.” Like fuck, I’m pretty sure their nosy asses knew the second I took her to bed. Of course they won’t utter a word, they know better.

  She seemed a little more at ease once I got her seated in the backseat, but she was still looking a bit shell shocked. I’m sure she was still trying to figure of what the fuck I’d just fucked her with. Meanwhile my cock was ready for round four.

  I was almost in my head when she rested hers on my shoulder and I almost buried my nose in her hair. What in the blue fuck is this shit? I gritted my teeth and pretended I was doing it to keep from telling her to move. But deep inside I knew it was to fight my own need.

  How the fuck had she done this to me? How had she slipped under my guard so effortlessly? I should’ve known something like this would happen after the third night that I sat watching her sleep. The feelings I had then were like a damn alarm bell going off in my head.

  It’s because she was nothing like I’d expected. I hadn’t been prepared. I didn’t expect as I watched her move around her place that her cute little mannerisms would get to me. Or that listening to her give advice and offer help to a friend in need would touch the heart that I’d believed long dead.

  I came looking for a female version of the fuck I was after, only to meet this one. Unless she was a prevalent actress she was the last of a dying breed. One of those women who were beautiful both inside and out. And her virgin blood on my cock was fast convincing me that she was more the second than the first.

  “We’re here.” I had to wake her up once we pulled through the gates of home. I didn’t take her to the apartment in the city, another one of my family’s residences but had brought her instead to the country estate. The place where I’d spent most of my childhood.

  Just the sight of the home where my dad had spent his last days was enough to bring me back around and remind me just what the fuck I was doing here. She had no idea of the change that had come over me as I led her into my home.

  “Why don’t you go have a soak while I make some calls. I’ll see about getting us both something to eat when you’re done.” She seemed only too glad to be rid of me and I’m guessing she was recalling the last few hours on the plane. The red hue of her cheeks was a dead giveaway.

  Was she remembering the feel of my tongue on her clit? Or the silky glide of my cock as it slid in and out of her wet heat? I brushed my fingers down her cheek befo
re I turned and left the room. I don’t know why I did that shit either but by the time I closed the door behind me I was back in control.

  AVA

  I dropped down on the bed as soon as he left and looked around the well-appointed room without really seeing anything. The last few hours replayed themselves over and over again in my head leaving me weak.

  I’d acted so out of character In fact since the moment we met I haven’t been behaving normally. If I didn’t know better I’d swear that he’d drugged me but I knew that he hadn’t. Unless you count the hypnotic power of his eyes when they looks at me.

  I lost my virginity thirty thousand feet in the air. After years of safeguarding it I guess I could’ve done worst, but it was all hitting me hard as I sat alone there on the over sized bed and the past few hours played over in my head on a reel.

  I’d always thought I’d lose my virginity on my wedding night, to someone who would love me more than his next breath. Someone, who would take care with me, someone, who would cherish the gift of my virginity.

  Instead I’d lost it to a total stranger who I’d only met the day before. It didn’t seem real, almost like I was having an out of body experience, or like someone else was pulling my strings somehow, making decisions that the real me would never have made.

  I finally got to my feet and headed for the bathroom that he’d pointed out before he left. I had the wayward thought as I perused the opulent room that he must’ve entertained any number of women here.

  Why hadn’t I thought of that before letting him do all those things to me? Why was it only now that I felt able to string two thoughts together?

  I ran the water hot and added some salts that I found on the vanity. Adding to my belief that I wasn’t the first female he’d brought back here. As I lowered myself into the scented water I felt shame for the first time.

  I buried my face in my hands and bemoaned my stupidity. How could I let this happen? Where had all my common sense gone? My sense of decency?

  I’ve never acted this way not even with people I knew and trusted. Yet here I am in a strange man’s house after spending hours letting him take my body any way he wanted.

  I looked down at the marks he’d left on my body and felt my womb contract with the memory of how they got there. And that quickly my body wanted him again.

  I felt the ache between my thighs, but not even that could stop me from wanting to feel him pressing me down, holding me close as he drove himself into me.

  8

  Damien

  I was back to being myself by the time I walked into the home office. “I know I don’t have to tell you to beef up security while she’s here. You guys keep your eyes open and your ears to the ground.” I ordered Clyde and Max who’d followed me into the room.

  “Already taken care of boss. Anything else?”

  “Yeah, since I sent the staff away, there’s no cook. I need you to make a run for dinner. I’d suggest going out but it’s too soon to take her out in public. Besides, I haven’t made that call to her old man yet.”

  “Not to worry boss we’re on it. That Mediterranean place on the square?” He mentioned this place that I used to be fond of when I grew up here; the first place I’d gone to eat upon my return. “That’ll work!” I waited for the two of them to leave before relaxing back in the chair.

  I was even having second thoughts about making the call now but it couldn’t be helped. I squashed the moment of doubt I had as my fingers pressed the first few numbers. There was no need for that shit.

  This thing had been set in motion long before I met her, I can’t let myself be waylaid by some hot pink snatch. As I thought it I saw those innocent eyes of hers in my mind’s eye and felt that quivering in my gut again. So fucking innocent!

  If I could get my hands on her old man I would strangle his ass with my bare hands, but I had other shit to take care of first before we got to that. Like destroying his fucking life the way he had my dad’s.

  I don’t know why I’m mad at him about this shit, I just am. Not like I didn’t hate his fucking guts enough already. But how could he be so fucking careless?

  How could he leave her out there like that for a motherfucker like me to find? Why hadn’t there been any protection in place for her? And why the fuck do I care?

  Don’t you fucking go soft over some tight pussy! Oh sure it was Grade-A fucking pussy, but it wasn’t enough to make me forget who I was or where I came from, or more importantly, what I was doing here.

  At least that’s what I keep telling myself. But each time I’d pounded my cock in and out of her body there was an annoying little voice whispering to me how good it would be to keep her with me a little while longer.

  I can’t fucking do it. That’s getting way too fucking close to the enemy for one thing, and I’m not the settling down type for another. A female like her would exact too much of my motherfucking time with her needy shit.

  Nope, princesses like her were not my style. But her pussy though…Fuck it Damien get your shit together you have shit to do. You’ve come too far to turn this shit around now. But the thought of her hating me made me feel strange.

  Just my fucking luck, she’d be the one. I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve been a fuck up most of my life, or at least by society’s standards I was. Fuck society, they hadn’t lost their mother when they were too young to know.

  They weren’t raised by a long line of disinterested nannies who were only in it for the money. I endured it all, including the absentee dad who had buried his grief in work and business deals.

  I’d rebelled in the most spectacular ways. Drugs, fights, fucking anything with a pulse, until I fucked the wife of some uptight politician with a burr up his ass. Apparently I’d gone too far that time.

  I was nineteen she was in her late thirties. I hated her blowhard husband so I seduced her and fucked the shit out of her on the family couch. I probably shouldn’t have taped the shit, but what the fuck, I was young.

  Dad had lost his shit when it came to light, but by then I’d already made a pretty penny off that tape, not to mention getting the politician to vote the other way on something very near and dear to me.

  The asshole was trying to get a law passed that would make it easier to traffic kids. It wasn’t worded that way, but I wasn’t stupid. In between those fights and getting high, I went to class and learned a lot, just enough to keep dad off my ass with his shit.

  This time dad didn’t want to hear it though, and I’d slept on the lobbyist the asshole had been working for. They’d made shit hard for me, and dad, in some misguided notion that he was keeping me safe had shipped me off to Central America. Big fucking mistake.

  He had no idea what the fuck I could get up to in that neck of the woods. The possibilities were endless. I was a multi-millionaire in five years and was well on my way to adding another zero onto my portfolio.

  And then my dad went and passed away unexpectedly while I was in exile, leaving me all his worldly possessions. We hadn’t always had the best relationship, him being a tight ass me being a free spirit, but he was still the only family I had left after ma passed when I was two.

  We’d kept in touch while I was gone, after I’d forgiven him for sending me away. It had taken me a while to accept that he’d sent me away for my own good. I knew he loved me even though we butted heads, and he knew I’d die for him.

  So although to the rest of the world it appeared that there was a rift between father and son, in reality we’d grown closer as I became a man.

  I’d evolved in the jungles of South and Central America, had started seeing things in a different light. In short, I grew the fuck up. Life wasn’t a game after all.

  But instead of shaking me up, the more I learned, the scarier I became. I grew a hard shell and said fuck this shit. The world was a different place and nothing at all like the privileged shit I was accustomed to.

  My dad’s money and position in society had shielded me from a whole lot of shit that was
out there, but once that veil was lifted and I saw the underbelly of mankind I got smart real fucking quick.

  I knew to survive I had to become better than everyone else, but not only that, I had to become more twisted than the most twisted fuck out there. Don’t think I didn’t research that shit.

  I had a lot of time to think while I was in Central America, time to really look at what my life had become and where I was going.

  I had time to think about the loss of my mother and what it had done to me. The fact that my dad had shut down and shut me out after we lost her. No wonder I had turned out to be as fucked in the head as I am.

  Instead of a replacement the old man had sunk everything he had heart and soul into building his company. He’d told me only after all the bullshit that it was for me. He’d felt guilt over me losing my mom at such a young age even though there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent her from dying from the disease that had eaten away at her.

  His idea was to build a company for his son, a legacy. I didn’t get the logic but the shit made sense to him and it wasn’t my place to ask him ‘what the fuck!’

  It was good to finally have an explanation other than the one I’d come up with on my own though. But now he was gone and his asshole nemesis was trying to pull a fast one. I pulled myself back from memory lane and focused on the here and now.

  I’d made the first move so far in our little war but the shit wasn’t gonna end there. This asshole fancies himself some sort of dapper don, because he has the ear of one of the leading mob families in the region. Like I give a fuck.

  One of the things I’d learned in the jungle is that there’s a big difference between playing tough and actually being that way. Somebody should’ve told this fuck they don’t call me ‘sadico’ for nothing.