She lets out a hungry groan. “No way. Really?”

  I nod at her. “Anything you want, babygirl. Anything you want.”

  Just then the door swings open softly, and Morty comes into check on us. “All to your liking, sir?”

  “Yeah. But I think we’re going to need more napkins,” I answer on a grin, glancing at her. She’s moving onto the thigh now and it’s getting downright messy.

  She bubbles out a giggle. “Definitely. Lots. Paper towels if you have them. Maybe a bib.”

  Morty’s eyes sparkle with grandfatherly affection for her. But I’m feeling a whole different kind of affection. My balls are filling up fast. Dick throbbing.

  “Ethel does love a good eater!”

  There’s no fucking way I’m letting anybody put a roll of paper towels in here. “More napkins will be fine. Then you two can go home for the night.”

  Morty looks genuinely mystified. “First, you’re home at 11:18 on a Tuesday and now this?”

  I deadpan him to say Stop jamming me up, Morty. I need him and Ethel out of here fucking STAT because I can’t hold back much longer.

  He meets my glance with a maître-d style nod. “Very well, sir.”

  * * *

  When Ethel and Morty’s car rolls down the driveway, it’s on. Like someone fired a fucking starting pistol. I need her now. Right fucking now. “Change of plans for dessert.”

  “But… what about the lava cake?” she says. Blink-blink-blink. So sweet. So fucking innocent.

  So fucking naïve.

  “Have it later if you want it. Have the whole fucking thing.” I take her by the throat, drawing her up to standing. Her napkin falls from her lap. Tipping her head back, I squeeze enough to let her feel it. Enough to feel her pulse under my fingers. “You’re what I’m having for dessert.”

  “Dane.” Her voice is thready, hoarse from the pressure of my palm constricting her windpipe. She squeezes my forearm but I barely feel it. “Don’t,” she rasps, fighting for air.

  Fucking fuck. Her pretty little mouth is saying no. But her body betrays her. Her eyes say yes.

  Squeezing harder, I look her hard in the eye. Her breath warms the back of my hand. Her body fucking quivers. Her tight little nipples press against me, hard as marbles. “You get one chance to stop me, baby. And this is it.”

  Thump-thump-thump goes her heartbeat against my palm.

  I press my forehead to hers. “Say it.”

  She swallows hard, struggling to get the saliva down her throat past my grip. Her body shivers with a wave of fear. And then she reaches up, touches my cheek, and whispers, “Take me.”

  I sweep everything off the table—china breaks, crystal shatters, fucking sugar dishes and salt shakers go bouncing and rolling across the floor, spilling their contents, and I don’t give a shit. For the first time I can remember in my life, the mess doesn’t even register a tick of annoyance from me. Because now it’s her, and me, and that’s all that fucking matters.

  I shove her back onto the table, legs spread, hair fanning out behind her. I keep her pinned to the table, leaning down over her heaving chest, her perfect tits. Still choking her with one hand, I feel her up with the other. “Every fucking inch of this body will be mine after tonight. You think that little pussy can take this dick?”

  She snaps her legs shut, writhing and fighting. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare touch me like I belong to you.”

  “Fuck you, little girl. I saw you today. I know what you want, what you are. Just a desperate little girl, trying to get my attention.” I pry her legs apart, positioning myself between them so she can’t snap them shut again. I reach for her cunt, cupping her pussy. She’s fucking soaked already. Drenched. “But now you’ve got my attention and you’re fucking scared. You’re gonna reap what you sow, baby. Just you fucking wait.”

  She grabs for my hand to get me away from her, but the harder she fights, the more I want to take what’s mine. I slam her hand back on the table with a whack.

  I run my hand down the green satin of her dress. Over her curves, over her valleys. The softness of her belly, the ridge of her collarbone. And those hips, those hips.

  “Built for baby-making. A baby for my baby. Fuck.”

  As I touch her, her eyes flutter shut a little. She whines out a sigh. Again, she reaches for my hand, bringing it to her cheek. She places a kiss to my palm. I growl at the touch of her sweet lips to my skin.

  I drag her all the way to the edge of the table, ass right to the end. Driving my hips into her, I force her to feel my dick through my pants and her panties. “Tell me who you’ve been with before, baby.”

  Her eyes pop open and she swallows hard. “Nobody. Nothing.”

  “Except your fucking fingers in my bed.”

  “Except that.”

  “Where else?”

  Her eyes soften, her cheeks blush pink. “In my bed, here. In the shower, here. Once outside in the pool.”

  “But before. Before you came here. I need to know everything.”

  Her eyebrows furrow. “I couldn’t… it wasn’t…” Her eyes dart away. “I didn’t feel like myself, I didn’t feel free enough, or alive even until I got here.”

  Fuck yeah. I want her free and I want her mine.

  “I watched you out there,” I tell her, dragging my hand up her soft inner thigh. “I couldn’t see your face. But you do this thing, when you’re about to come. You curve your neck, like you’re trying to press your cheek to your shoulder. I watched you do it today. I watched you do it in the pool.”

  “I love that you’ve been watching me, Daddy. I pretended you were.”

  “Watching you? Fucking stalking you.”

  I’m now so hard that the room is fucking spinning with it. Every last ounce of blood I have to spare is pulsing through my dick and balls. Mine. All fucking mine.

  Very slowly, I run my fingertip down the spot where her panties meet her crotch. I’m surprised to find she’s shaven bare now. Her skin is taut, even a little swollen from the razor. “You’ve been busy.”

  She searches my face for approval, and that makes me even fucking harder. I increase the pressure on her outer folds, sliding my finger up that tender flesh.

  “Is it okay?” she says.

  “Fuck no,” I snarl. “Because this is my pussy. And you don’t do a fucking thing to it without Daddy’s permission.”

  She presses her lips together. “I’m sorry.”

  “You fucking better be.” I hook her panties with my finger, drawing them tight. She lets out a little gasp, then I snap the elastic against her skin and she squirms in discomfort. “Next time, you ask me for permission before you make alterations to this pussy.”

  Pushing her legs further apart, I lean down over her. I press a kiss to her forehead, as tender as I’ve ever been.

  “I’m fucking sorry for what’s about to happen, princess.”

  She tries to turn her cheek to look at me, but I don’t let her.

  “Don’t hurt me.”

  Those words make me even fucking crazier. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me what to do.”

  Deep in my belly and balls, a molten need is churning. I’ve waited long enough to make her mine. Now, I need to destroy her and make her whole again.

  I offer my thumb to her lips and her mouth parts. I’m fucking rude about it, but she can take it. Such a good little girl. She twirls her tongue around it, a merciless preview of how it’ll be when she’s working on my cock.

  As she sucks my thumb, her legs fall open, filling the air around us with her musky sweetness. Like fucking sea air on a summer’s night.

  Very slowly, from my back pocket I take my switchblade. Her eyes are closed now, sucking away, but they pop open when I release the blade from the hilt.

  For one fucking second, she stares at me in disbelief. I palm the knife, spinning it once and again in front of her. Real fear, real fucking terror fills her eyes.

  And all I can think of is showering her fucking face in cum.

  With the blade away from her flesh, I slip the knife into the gap between her breasts and her chest. I tickle her flesh with the blade. “Do you trust me?”

  The scent of her wet arousal gets even stronger between us. “Yes,” she gasps.

  In one quick swipe of my hand, I cut her dress off her. Her naked body heaves in front of me, bare and exposed except for her lacy blue panties. Still with the knife in my hand, I suck hard on her left nipple, biting and sucking.

  Her body rises up off the table, the sweet curve of her back coming up off the mahogany.

  She lets out a long moan of filthy virginal fuck me please need. Her moan ricochets through me, from the base of my dick all the way to the pre-cum leaking from the head.

  I gather the lace of her panties together over her hip and slice that apart, too. She hisses in protest and acceptance.

  Tossing the knife aside, I get down on my knees between her legs. I yank her toward me, her tight little ass spilling off the carved mahogany edge. Her pussy looks fucking beautiful, shaved and clean. Her folds are gorgeous.

  Fuck every Georgia O’Keefe I own. These ripples and petals are the real work of art.

  Looking at her, studying her—she makes my soul fucking smolder. And I know nothing but the need to get inside her. The need to make her mine.

  I could stay here forever, on my knees between her legs. I could fucking drown in her wet hot sticky need.

  The longer I stay there, studying her, worshiping her, the more she writhes and whines.

  “Dane, please,” she says, so fucking sweet and vulnerable. Pleading with me. Her little toes curl, and she reaches out her hand to touch me. She gets up on her elbows, looking down her naked body at me. “Please don’t make me wait.”

  “Daddy,” I snarl. “When I’m eating your pussy, fucking your pussy, so much as thinking about your pussy, you call me Daddy.” Licking my lips, I place my mouth to her pussy for a kiss. And she eases back onto the table, hanging on to her own thighs as I explore her with my tongue. She tastes like fucking heaven itself. Like caramel and salt. Her flavor brings a new ache to my balls. An almost painful throbbing agony.

  “Daddy,” she breathes, her hips hitching up to meet my mouth.

  I take my sweet fucking time. I twirl my tongue around her clit, I suck it greedily into my mouth, drawing her skin tight. Her inner thighs pink up against my stubble. I fucking love that. Marking her, hurting her. Seeing her react to me like that.

  Using my first finger on my left hand, I penetrate her for the first fucking time. So fucking wet and so fucking hot. And tight. When I withdraw that finger, I try to add another and penetrate her again. Her hips hitch up and she writhes, hissing as she looks up at the chandelier.

  I close my eyes and start to eat her out, savoring her taste, letting her try to quench my unquenchable thirst for her cunt. But her clit is swollen up like a little berry, and she’s so fucking sensitive that she tries to wriggle away. I form my free hand into a fist and place it hard and steady on her sternum, knuckles down.

  A warning.

  I lift my eyes and she lifts hers. For one second, I pull my mouth away from her pussy.

  “You stay right fucking there, babygirl. Or else.”

  She nods, blinking back a wave of emotion as she lowers her head to the table again.

  Or else. Simple words for a thousand things. As I eat her out I wonder about those two words. Or else. If she tries to get away, then what? Tie her up. Tie her down. Keep her captive. Take away everything but me.

  Whatever it fucking takes. Because now that I have tasted this pussy, there’s no going back.

  I’d kill to keep her.

  I fucking know it in my soul.

  The harder I work on her, the more she fights me, caught somewhere between too much and not enough. “Daddy, I can’t… earlier. I’m so new to all this and I’ve never come three times in a day.”

  Just wait until you cum three times in an hour.

  “Shut the fuck up and take it,” I snarl, and then take a nice, long, greedy suck on her clit, fucking milking that desire out of her. Drawing her submission out with her dripping juices.

  “Oh, shit,” she hushes out on a desperate sob. She slides her fingers through my hair, touches my sideburns. She’s so fucking gentle with me that it makes me groan. Groan in need. Groan in loathing. Because she’s got no fucking idea how much damage I could do. How much I want to do. “Oh my god.”

  The fight’s draining out of her and I know it. Her legs begin to fall open in surrender and I drink my fill. As if I’ll ever fucking have enough.

  Her legs wrap around my shoulders, heels to my back. She is so fucking warm, so fucking pure. Every inch of her like polished alabaster. I inhale so deep her scent flows down into my soul, smelling her cunt and body. As I do, I feel something start to change inside me. Whatever power I have over her is at her fucking pleasure. I’m lost to her now and there’s no return.

  Lust is a weight inside me. Deep in my core, deep in my gut. I can’t fucking believe I’ve got her here, on this table, laid out for me like a feast. Finally, she’s fucking mine. To take. To cherish. To destroy.

  With my lips and my teeth, I draw her clit away from her body, pulling the skin tight. I push her lips wide open with my fingers, so I get a nice long look at that fucking opening. Like a clam shell, begging to be broken apart.

  Her hips buck up, and the fight is back. Her back arches and she rolls her neck back, drawing her chest up off the table. She’s so flexible, so easy in her body. All that fucking yoga. Magic, fucking magic. Every muscle in her body is tight and ready, and my ears are full of her sweet little gasps.

  “This little fuck-hole isn’t ready for me, not even close.”

  “Why not?” she sobs out, a cry of confusion.

  “Too fucking tight.”

  I’ve got to loosen her up to get her ready for what comes next. Because what comes next will be bloody, and brutal, and fucking beautiful like nothing else before or ever again. My brain knows it. And so does my seeping dick, my boxers sticky and plastered against my girth.

  The thought of her little pussy bleeding for me makes me growl out a primal groan into her folds. I push into her opening with my middle finger, letting her clit slip free of my lips. I’m fucking pissed about it, but it’s necessary.

  The thought runs through my mind, the readout from that fucking health monitor watch. The numbers I compared with all the others just today, knowing what they meant, knowing what part of her cycle she’s in right now.

  “It’s time to break you in, princess.”

  Now I’m in past my second knuckle, farther than before. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking young and sweet and new, that I can’t even wiggle my finger. There’s no fucking way my cock is getting in there.

  Not yet.

  I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “Relax,” I tell her. “If you don’t relax, you’ll be in a world of pain.”

  She’s looking up, but still I see her lips quiver. “I don’t know how to do this.”

  “Shhh, shhh, baby,” I say against her thigh. “Daddy knows. So trust me. I will fucking take care of you. I will give you exactly what you need.”

  She slides her hand down, knitting her fingers in mine. “Okay, Daddy” she says, with a squeeze. “I’m trying to relax.”

  “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

  I try again and get further inside. “Good girl,” I tell her, coaxing out more warmth and wetness. I add my tongue to her clit, penetrating her deeper. Further.

  More, more, more.

  Whatever fear she was feeling is replaced by a new pleasure. “Oh, oh!” With her free hand she slaps the table, and sucks in a breath from between gritted teeth. “That’s just, that’s…”

  I tease her clit harder now, with more focus. Circles and crosses, licks and flicks of my tongue. I draw my mouth away and let a slow, warm breath envelop that tender knot of flesh.

  Taking a deep breath, I dive into her pussy, shaking my head back and forth to bring her to the brink. I work her clit as fast as I can, greedy for that first sign of her going over the motherfucking edge.

  She clenches her thighs against my head. Her breathing gets more jagged. Holding a breath, then releasing it fast. Close, close, fucking close. “Oh, Daddy.”

  I feel her pussy contract around my fingers and change my pace—long strokes now, with the flat of my tongue. “Give it to me, princess. Give it to me.”

  I hook my finger into her, finding her g-spot on the first try. Her body jerks and she sucks in a breath.

  Fuck, I love this. The power. The fight.

  But she’s got a few rounds in her yet. And so do I.

  “You know it’s fucking mine. It’s time to give in.”

  Her breath quickens. Her nipples tense. Her thighs start to shake. “Yes, oh god, yes, yes…”

  Hell yeah. She claws at my hair, then at my shoulders. Long vicious drags of her nails that make me want to fuck her until she sobs and will do whatever I say, no questions.

  She digs her little heels into my shoulders, trying to force me back. But it just makes me dive in further. And then with a gasp and a cry, she lets go. Her wetness thickens, her growls get thick and needy. Her body is shuddering with the violence of her pleasure.

  I’m the luckiest motherfucker in all the world.

  Her pussy. My mouth.

  Her purity. My need.

  But it isn’t enough. It’s time to make this official. It’s time to claim her as mine.

  I drag her from the table, rough and aggressive, then spin her around and give her a slap on her ass. I pinch the back of her neck as I walk her toward the fireplace, hard enough that she can’t resist. I grab a few pillows from the couch and throw them on the rug. The crackling flames light up her curves and valleys like a fucking mirage.

  As I guide her down to her knees, she looks up at me. There’s fear in those pretty eyes. I glance at my pants, “Go on.”

  She undoes my belt and my fly. I yank my boxers down and my cock damn near slaps her across the face. Her eyes flash with shock and it sends a throb of need through every pulsing vein in my dick.

  She takes my cock in both hands, worshiping it like a good little slut. Then she closes her eyes and kisses the tip.

 

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