Taking Chances (BYC #3)

32. Lennox

32

LENNOX

Y esterday’s shit mood resulted in finishing the kitchen. It turned out better than expected. The dark wood cabinets are a stark contrast to the stainless steel appliances. It’s good to have a normal-sized fridge at last, though I still haven’t switched out the food from my temporary one. The butcherblock countertop looks perfect, but hopefully it will soon show signs of wear and tear, which I prefer. Three giant boxes sit in my wannabe dining room, full of dishes waiting to be placed in the new space. My knees ache as I do my best to scrub the bottom cabinets, but it’s nothing compared to how I felt after the shelter.

Donating the money was an easy decision, but it hasn’t helped me feel any better. That fucking money won’t bring Mason’s childhood back. I’m elbow deep in bleach when I hear a knock on my door.

The doorbell is broken—and I have no plan on fixing it—so the knock isn’t surprising, but who the hell is here?

Quickly, I pull my gloves off, washing my hands and drying them on a dishrag, which I throw over my shoulder before getting to the front door.

A scowl already in place, I’m prepared to scare away any door-to-door salesperson I suppose is behind the doors. In its place, copper locks and green eyes await.

“Oh,” Anne blurts, her eyes showing fear.

“Sorry, I didn’t know who it was.” I remove the scowl from my face.

“Good thinking. Scare them away without having to tell them anything.” She lets out a cute laugh and I sense my lips turning up.

“What are you doing here? How did you get here?” My eyes drop down to two large bags she’s holding. “With all of that?”

“I took a taxi.” She shrugs, pushing me away to pass through. “Wow. This looks amazing. When did you have the time to do all this?”

“Yesterday. Back to you. Why did you take a taxi? You could have called me.”

“You would have said there’s no need for me to come.” She shoots me a pointed look.

“Wait. Why are you here?”

“I heard about what you did.” My face scrunches up, so she continues, “The donation for the shelter. So I brought presents.” She drops the bags on the small dining table, and I notice it’s food.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have let you come for that. There’s no need to thank me.”

“There is, Lennox. What you did was amazing. And I really want to thank you.”

“It’s just money.” I desperately want to escape the uneasy feeling her gratitude is triggering. I’m not used to it.

“It’s money that will help them. A lot.” She brings a hand to my shoulder, her eyes boring into me. “Even if you think you don’t deserve it, I’m so grateful. And even if you think there’s no need, I’d do anything to thank you.”

Fuck. I know this isn’t the topic, but her begging to thank me in that ‘sweet girl’ sundress has woken up the devil in my pants.

“Anything?” As usual, my go-to strategy for when I’m feeling uncomfortable is to make a joke.

But she doesn’t take it that way. Her brows raise as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Yes. Anything,” she breathes out.

“Is that why you came here today?” I pick her chin up with my finger. This is where I’m in my element. This is what I know.

“No. But if you prefer that over my muffins, I’m in.”

I let out a deep chuckle. “Oh, I prefer your muffin, alright. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” She whimpers in response, fully hardening my cock. “What would you like to try today, Firecracker?”

“Anything. It’s a gift for you .”

I should probably be a better man. I shouldn’t take advantage of her thankfulness for my own sick gain. I shouldn’t get hard with the thought of corrupting her again.

I guess I’m not a better man, after all.

Grabbing her by the back of the head, I pull her close to me so that my mouth is directly below her ear, inhaling her addictive scent.

“You should be careful saying ‘anything’ to someone like me. You have no idea about the depraved thoughts lurking in my head.” She sucks in a breath. “The things I’ve imagined doing to you.” I roughly pull down the front of her yellow sundress along with her bra, revealing perfect tits with already pebbled nipples. “I’m giving you one last chance to change the answer.”

She shakes her head as her breaths grow heavier and heavier. My lips curl up into a devilish smirk before I collect the liquid in my mouth and spit on her mouthwatering cleavage. She gasps.

“Rub it, Firecracker. Rub my spit all over your tits.” She does what she’s told instantly, always the good girl. “How do they feel?” I ask her.

“They feel good,” she moans out.

“They feel good, Sir ,” I add.

“They feel so good, Sir.”

I growl at the sound of her calling me Sir. I want to own her. Debase her. And make her see fucking stars.

I pull the rest of her dress down, leaving her in only a pair of cute white undies. She almost drops to the floor as I let go of her hair. Using both of my hands, I snap the white cotton in the middle, making a hole. My finger finds its way to her pussy, eliciting a hiss.

“You’re already soaked for me. Does this pussy want to get used by me?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters, closing her eyes as I rub her wetness over her clit.

“Did I allow you to stop rubbing your tits?”

Her hands go back to her chest, and I help her by spitting on it again. Two of my fingers are inside of her now while my thumb teases her clit. She arches into me, seeking more friction, but I won’t allow it.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I don’t think it’s time for you to come, yet. I need to have my fun first.” Removing the fingers from her pussy, I slip them into her mouth, making her clean them off. The frightened look that she generally has in her eyes is slowly being replaced by the shameless Anne I’ve grown to like so much.

“Now, I need to try those muffins of yours.” My voice is relaxed, disinterested even, but my pants are on the brink of snapping, my cock straining them to the fullest. I move the food bag to the chair, setting the table free.

“Get up and sit on the table.” Her eyes widen but she obeys. I position her so that she’s leaning on her hands, before spreading her legs wide open. She whimpers but doesn’t refuse.

“Give me a color.”

A second passes before she responds, “Green.”

I give her another second in case she wants to change her mind, but when she doesn’t, I sit down on the chair directly in front of her glistening cunt, scarcely covered by the ripped-up panties.

Opening the bag she brought, I grab two muffins, handing her one.

“Eat,” I command.

Her mouth parts, but I guess she realizes I’m serious because she takes an apprehensive bite of it.

She’s a fucking vision with her glistening pussy and spit-covered tits. I pretend to be ambivalent to the pornographic image in front of me and dig into the muffin.

Fuck, it’s good.

The exterior is slightly crispy while the chocolate interior melts in your mouth. I moan at the taste of it, and she pauses her tiny bites.

“I ordered you to eat. And you’re here to make me happy, aren’t you?”

Her nipples are rock hard as her chest raises up and down with pained breaths. “Yes, Sir.”

I barely contain another moan and she gets back to eating.

Focused on the muffin, I continue eating, while a wandering hand lands back on her pussy. She lets out a strangled moan that shoots straight to my dick. I finish my muffin faster than she does, but I’m nowhere near finished eating.

So I snap the panties the rest of the way before diving headfirst into her delectable cunt. If that muffin was a MasterChef meal, her pussy is the signature dish of a fucking five-star Michelin restaurant. Her moans interrupt her task, so I move my head, staring her down.

“You stop eating, I stop eating.” She gets back to chewing, her focus shit as she battles desire and the need to come. Just as I sense her legs trembling, I stop what I’m doing. The muffin has finally turned into a scrap of paper.

“Good.”

She mewls at my half-hearted praise. Getting up from the chair, I approach her face, grabbing her chin and pulling her lips to mine. She tastes like heaven, a mixture of chocolate and her arousal. She kisses me with fervor, and I know that the sweet girl is in hiding, replaced by the needy little slut that’s come out to play.

“So fucking greedy,” I murmur into her mouth. “But this isn’t about you, Firecracker. You’re here to serve me .” I tug at her hair, forcing eye contact. “You’re here to serve as my little fuck toy and I’ll use you however I please. Is that clear?”

“Use me, Sir.” Her green eyes are darker than ever.

“Get down,” I command. She rushes to step off the table, but I meant further down. “On your hands and knees.”

The sight of her on all fours, in the middle of my makeshift dining room, is almost too much to take. Her porcelain skin is flushed, but her bare ass is missing something. I drop down to my knees behind her, slapping both of my palms on her ass cheeks.

“Aaah,” she squeals.

“A color,” I grit out, because the last thing I want is to hurt her. But her ass was made to be spanked by my hand.

“Green,” she breathes out. I reward her by pinching her nipples, eliciting a low moan. You can already see the marks from my palm on her gorgeous ass, and it’s a sight to remember. I spread her ass cheeks wide before spitting on the little hole. She flinches below me.

“I’ll own this ass someday,” I say, rubbing a finger over the hole. “You don’t have to like it, but it’s for my pleasure.” My finger slips slowly inside of her, and she moans louder, pushing her ass back.

My smirk is pure happiness, knowing she’s into it because I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the first time I saw her naked. Though my mind is ecstatic, my cock is furious at me. My balls are drawn so tight I fear I’ll burst the second I enter her.

Shaking my head to get some clarity, I issue another command. “Now crawl.” I step in front of her and head to the bedroom.

Covered in spit, she follows me on the floor. I get there first, and I’m rewarded by her crimson cheeks and swaying tits as she makes the rest of the way to me.

I sit on the bed, but as she moves to do the same, I stop her. “I don’t think sluts like you are allowed on the bed. Stay where you are.” She freezes in an instant.

The way she submits so instinctively, fuck, it does something to me.