Zenone, page 5
He pulled back and looked into her face, having a hard time keeping his expression serious in the face of her impish grin. “I don’t think so, Little girl. I know we’ve only known one another a couple days, but I would very much like to take you to my bed tonight, and all the nights to come. But, if you’re not ready for this, tell me now and I’ll walk you next door and you can sleep in Nonna’s guest room.”
Knowing he was probably asking too much too soon, Zeno shut his mouth, giving her time to think. Before she answered, the doorbell rang. And rang again. And then a third time in rapid succession.
“Who could that be?” Zeno asked as he rose with a stiff and panicking Willow in his arms.
Turning, he set her down where he’d been sitting on the couch before stalking to the front door. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched her straighten her clothes even as her cheeks pinked up in a blush that made his already hard cock twitch. Taking a moment to adjust his cock into a more comfortable and slightly less obvious position, he unlocked the door.
Taking a deep breath to keep from killing whoever was on the other side, he opened the door. Their guest immediately had his cock deflating nearly as quickly as his voracious hunger for the woman who had joined him at the door.
“Nonna?”
His grandmother stood on the porch, a big wooden spoon in one hand and the fire of determination in her eyes. “I’ve come to collect Willow,” she stated in the same iron-willed tone he remembered from his youth.
His grandmother would not be denied, no matter how much he and Willow might want differently.
“But—” Willow started to argue, but Nonna cut her off.
“Though I’m sure you’ve made great progress today, Zenone, this house is not ready for a woman to be living here full time. You can come to breakfast in the morning and collect her.”
Zeno took a deep breath, held it for several seconds before releasing it slowly. “All right, Nonna. But tomorrow night, my woman will be sleeping in my house with me.”
Nonna raised an eyebrow and smirked before she said, “We’ll see, ragazzaccio. We’ll see. Now, Willow, come along. I’m sure you’re exhausted from doing too much today.”
Willow stopped in front of him and gave him a sweet kiss. “Good night, Daddy,” she whispered so only he could hear.
“Good night, kitten. Sleep well and I’ll see you in the morning. Pack your things and we’ll bring them over after breakfast and before we go shopping.”
Willow nodded and gave him a sad but sweet smile before turning and following his grandmother out of his house. Zeno stepped onto the porch and watched the two women walk toward the house just around the bend in the road until they were out of sight. Then he went inside and cursed as he pulled out his tablet. If his Little girl couldn’t be with him, he would go shopping for furniture to fill her nursery. Maybe keeping his mind on things other than his grouchy cock would make the hours until morning pass a little faster.
But first, he would call Max to see about getting his motorcycle back.
Chapter Seven
Willow was awake before dawn, wondering if she would be able to sneak out and over to Zeno’s house without being caught, shot, or otherwise treated like a child. Nonna had apparently taken all the partners of her grandsons as her granddaughters. Problem was, Willow and Zeno had yet to clearly define their relationship. And spending nights away from the man, even if she did have her two teddies to keep her company, was not helping their relationship.
After packing her belongings in her suitcase and carryall, and gently placing the bears back into their box, she made the bed, and then sat down in the wingback chair in the corner with her tablet.
She cleared her emails and social media notifications without answering anyone’s questions about where she was or what she was doing. No one, especially her ex, needed to know that information, and she knew there were people following her pages that would tell Robert where she was under the guise of “trying to help” them get back together.
Once that chore was complete, she opened her book app. Scrolling through her many, many books, she found the one she was looking for. A touch of the screen and she began rereading one of the stories she’d fallen in love with about Daddies and their Little girls.
She had nearly finished the book when a knock sounded at her door.
She jumped and quickly closed the book and turned off her tablet. “Come in.”
She could not help the smile that grew when Zeno stepped through the door and scanned the room. She wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but apparently didn’t find it, and visibly relaxed.
He saw her sitting in the corner and frowned at her. “What are you doing?” he asked in a soft voice.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I was reading,” she whispered. “What are you doing here? Is it time for breakfast already?”
Zeno stepped further into the room before closing the door. “No, it’s not time for breakfast. I was wondering if you’d like to go for a ride with me.”
“On your motorcycle?”
She had only been on a motorcycle once, and it had not been the fun time she had hoped it would be. Instead, she’d been scared because her driver had been an eighteen-year-old daredevil friend of a friend who had scared her to tears by the time he’d finally stopped and allowed her off the back of his bike.
“Yes, kitten, on my motorcycle. I got it back from Max last night. I thought we could ride out and watch the sunrise from a special place I know. Or we could lock the door and fool around here if you’d rather,” he said with a grin and a wink.
Willow found herself giggling in response. Sliding her tablet back into its pocket in her carryall, she pushed to her feet. Reaching for the top button of the cotton shirt she’d put on, she began to slowly, methodically push the buttons through their holes.
“I’ve only been on a motorcycle once, and it wasn’t a good experience, so could we hold off on that until it’s light outside so I can see where we’re going?”
Zeno licked his lips as he nodded, his eyes glued to her hands that slowly moved down the front of her shirt. Sitting on the side of the bed, he worked to pull off his boots and socks.
“Later is good,” he said, sounding distracted.
Willow moved to the door and slid a chair under the knob before shrugging out of her shirt and dropping it to the floor. She then worked on her jeans so that by the time she moved to stand just in front of Zeno she wore only her plain white cotton bra and black panties. She opened the bra and it joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.
He didn’t seem to mind her mismatched underwear as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it away. His expression grew somber as he studied the healing bruises that covered her body. With a feather light touch, he kissed each one from her shoulders to her panty line. Then he pushed her panties over her hips and down her legs until they pooled around her ankles.
She stepped out of them, then sucked in a breath when he stood and pulled her into his body. His body felt warm against her own, and the fur that covered his chest and belly tickled her skin as he simply hugged her.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered before tilting her head back and kissing her deeply.
Willow shivered as heat bloomed deep in her core and spread quickly throughout the rest of her body. His jeans brushing against her legs as she tried to move even closer frustrated her.
Sliding her hands between them, she carefully, but quickly, opened his jeans. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she pushed them down as far as she could, then stroked back up his body, somehow not surprised to find he went commando.
When she pressed her lower belly against his erection, he jerked his head up, breaking their kiss. At the same time, he moved his hands to her upper arms and forced her to take a step back.
She whined at the physical distance he put between them, until she saw his expression. His chocolate brown eyes glowed with the same hunger she was feeling. “What?”
“I want to make sure you understand,” he said softly. “If we do this, you won’t be going anywhere, except to move into our house when Nonna feels it is properly finished. You will be my Little girl, and I will be your Daddy. It’s probably too soon, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to let you go again once I’ve had you.”
Willow’s heart skipped a beat in excitement and her stomach clenched in fear at the same time her pussy tightened and dampened in preparation. “Maybe so, but I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be with, though I’m sure you’ll get sick and tired of me soon enough.”
Smack. His hand cracked against her ass, causing her to jump in both surprise and pain.
“Rule number one, no talking bad about yourself, now or ever,” Zeno said with a frown before he blinked and cleared his expression again. Then he continued with a confession that he hoped would help their relationship take several steps forward. “You are the first woman to make me feel this need to take care of, to keep you in sight at all times. I’ve never broken into my grandparents’ house to get to a woman before until you,” Zeno said. “Now, what do you say? Do I have to dress and leave or finish stripping and fuck you until we’re both wobble-kneed?”
Her aches and pains had eased, and Willow could think of nothing more than how good it would feel to have this man in and around her. Without a word, she stepped around him and to the side of the bed. Pulling back the covers, she climbed onto the mattress and lay on her side in the middle of the mattress. She hoped she appeared enticing and not silly.
“Does this answer your question?” she asked with a grin.
* * * *
At her question, Zeno couldn’t get his jeans off fast enough. As soon as they were off his feet, he wrapped a hand around his cock that was threatening to explode. Squeezing the base painfully tight, he held on until the orgasm that had his balls pulled up as it pushed for release retreated just far enough that he could think with his big head.
Climbing onto the bed, he lay beside Willow with just an inch of space between their bodies. “If anything gets overwhelming, or hurts, or if you need to stop or slow down, say the word ‘red’ and everything stops so we can talk, okay?”
Willow nodded her agreement.
Touching her chin with a finger, he shook his head. “Words, kitten. I need you to speak the words. In our relationship, words will always been required.”
“I understand, Ze … Daddy,” Willow whispered with a grin. “And I really want to feel your body against mine, and more, please.”
Zeno grinned. He then shifted and pushed Willow onto her back before shifting to lie half-over her. Leaning down, he tilted his head just enough so their lips matched up and mated. Spreading his, he encouraged her to part so he could take the kiss deeper and deeper.
By the time he lifted his lips from hers, Willow’s hips shifted restlessly and her hands gripped his biceps. They were both panting with their excitement, and all Zeno could think of was sliding deep into her body. But he was once again too close to his edge.
Shifting, he quickly kissed his way down her body until he lay between her widely spread legs and breathed in her womanly scent. “Mmmm,” he purred as he used his fingers to pull her lower lips apart. With the tip of his tongue, he licked a line from the top of her slit down, down, down until he poked his tongue into the entrance of her pussy.
When she whimpered in reaction, he retraced his trail back up to the top of her mound. Blowing on her skin, he then focused on the knotted flesh of her clit, which earned him a moaned “Daddy.”
Flicking his tongue back and forth over that nerve-filled bundle, he enjoyed the sounds she made and the fingers that reached down as if to stop him. Shifting a hand up, he grabbed both her hands and held them together at her waist as he continued playing.
He drove her closer and closer, but when he instinctively knew she was on the verge of orgasm, he backed off, kissing one thigh and then the other. Her whine of denial was so cute, he returned and built her up again, only to move away again. And again.
“Please, Daddy, please,” she begged.
“Please, what, kitten?” he said, lifting his head and shifting to rest his chin on her mound.
“Please let me come,” she whimpered, her cheeks glowing red and her eyes blazing with her arousal.
“Hmmm, all right, but you can’t make any loud sounds. I’d hate for Nonna to come roaring in here and see us like this.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Willow whispered even as her hips began to cant up, begging for more attention.
Zeno returned to his playing. Sliding two fingers into her pussy, he took her clit between his lips and sucked. Willow gasped and panted hard as her body bowed up off the bed as she came and came hard.
Grinning, he kept her orgasm rolling until his body demanded a chance to join in the fun. Only then did he crawl up her body until the head of his cock met the warm wetness between her legs.
“I’m clean and would much rather not have anything between us,” he said as his hips began to move, easing his cock up the channel between her labia and over her clit. “Or would you feel better if I wore a condom?”
Willow looked down his body to his cock, then slowly back up into his eyes. “Do you have a condom on you?”
“Um, well, not on me,” he admitted softly. “But I do have some in my jeans.”
“I haven’t been with a man in more than a year, I’m on the pill, and clean, too. And I don’t want to wait. Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
Chapter Eight
She knew she was acting like a brazen hussy, but Willow didn’t care. She wanted Zeno, wanted to feel him fill her pussy like a real man should. Later, when she didn’t feel like her insides were being consumed by the bonfire of arousal he had stoked within her, she would apologize for her slutty ways.
Instead of shoving his cock into her pussy, he pulled back and lifted his body off of hers. “Hands over your head, kitten. Grab the headboard and don’t let go.”
Not sure where this was going, but needing him to fuck her immediately if not sooner, Willow did as he demanded. Sliding her arms out to the side and then up, she wrapped her hands around two of the posts in the headboard.
“Now, don’t let go or I stop,” he said, his voice deeper and darker than she’d ever heard it before.
She nodded her understanding then took a breath as he fit his cock into her entrance and pushed. He then pulled out partway and pushed even deeper. On the third stroke his pelvis was pushing against hers and he filled her completely.
Not only was he longer than any other man she’d been with, he was wider, and her pussy felt almost uncomfortably full. Watching him more closely, she clenched her pussy muscles, grinning when he groaned and attempted to push even deeper.
“Behave or we stop now,” he threatened. “I’m the Dominant in this relationship, not you.”
She couldn’t help the giggle that burst forth at his expression even as she nodded her agreement. Though he tried to look stern, the fiery hunger that glowed from his eyes softened his frown so he looked merely grumpy and not truly angry.
But still he didn’t move. A quirk of an eyebrow reminded her that he wanted her to speak and not just nod at him.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered softly. “You’re in charge, not me.”
But still he didn’t move.
Willow bent her legs and planted her feet on the mattress. If he wasn’t going to move, then she would.
Zeno’s frown deepened as he glanced at her legs. Then he smacked her left hip with a heavy hand. “Did I tell you to move those legs?”
Willow’s eyes grew wide as fire bloomed along the skin where his hand had landed. “No, Sir,” she whispered.
“No, who?”
She blinked and then sucked in a breath as she straightened her legs back out until they were lying flat on either side of his hips. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Zeno pulled out slowly, so slowly she wondered if he would ever start back in again. Or was it that he was just that big?
Finally, he paused, then began pushing deep once again. He moved so slowly that Willow couldn’t help but shift her hips, and clench her muscles around him, hoping for more.
When she brought one hand down and stroked his hair, he stopped and just stared at her. She stared back, then realized what she’d done. Raising her hand and gripping the post again, she once again whispered, “Sorry, Daddy.”
Once her hand was in place again, Zeno began to move. From the intense look in his eyes and the tight muscles along his jawline, she knew he was close to his breaking point.
She just wished she knew what it would take to send him over it. Lifting her head from the pillow, she placed a soft kiss on his jaw. “Fuck me hard, Daddy. Fuck me good. Please,” she said softly as she kissed her way up his jawline.
He cooperated by dropping his head closer as his hips began to move a skosh faster. He shifted the angle, so not only was he brushing over her G-spot on every thrust, he pressed against her clit each time he bottomed out.
Willow’s renewed arousal amped up faster than she expected. Before long she was having to force herself to focus on gripping the headboard and keep her begging to a whisper in order not to wake Zeno’s grandparents up.
“Harder, Daddy. Faster. Pleeeeease,” she said, wincing as she heard the whine in her voice.
Zeno brushed a kiss on her lips before smiling down at her. “Do you need to come, kitten?”
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, yes, please,” she responded as she began to lift her hips into his as he began moving faster and harder until he was pistoning in and out.
She didn’t know how he was able to hold back his orgasm as hers was barreling down on her, and she’d already come several times. But somehow, he held it back until she looked at him through wide eyes and then threw her head forward until her mouth pressed against his shoulder where she screamed her release.
He thrust a few more times, his expression growing fierce as his cock grew thicker inside her. Then he pushed in deep and kept trying to push even deeper before he froze. His back arched, his arms went straight and his head dropped back on his shoulders as he growled softly through gritted teeth. In the next second, she felt the added heat of his semen in her pussy as it pulsed from him and filled her to overflowing.
