36. Aaron
36
AARON
I ’d just intended to scare her, just fuck with her, not completely lose control.
I rubbed my hands over my face as I leaned back against the secret door.
On the other side of it was Daisy, in the dark, my cum leaking out of her, completely and thoroughly fucked.
And not a virgin anymore.
The black leather-bound book sat on the desk of my dark study. The marriage had been consummated.
It did not matter.
I’d chained my wife up in a basement and fucked her while she’d screamed then filled her with my cum.
Then done it again.
And again.
And again…
All while she was chained up, helpless, and whimpering. All she could do was take it. Comply. Lift her swollen cunt for me and go along with my twisted games in the hope that I’d release her.
Part of me wanted to just leave her down there. Forever.
I’d never had sex like that, never fucked a woman like that. It was everything I’d always secretly craved.
Previous partners had wanted the full billionaire treatment. I’d kept it as boring and vanilla as possible. I knew they didn’t mean this . I wanted to stay far away from that line, because I knew if I went down that path, it would be two easy steps over to the horrible things I’d just done to Daisy in that basement.
Something was wrong with me. Everyone knew it, I thought duly as I climbed the stairs up to the bedroom.
As soon as the cops had carried me out of the cellar all those years ago, I could read it on their faces: Maybe it would have been better if we’d found them dead .
I couldn’t even say this was a temporary psychotic break—I had wanted to do this ever since I’d signed the contract.
I wanted it again.
Wanted her again.
Wanted to see her fear turn into desire and then into excruciating pleasure.
I didn’t completely lose it, I rationalized. I didn’t come in her pussy. I should get some points for that, right?
The dark, twisted part of me suddenly wondered what it would be like to have a baby with her—one with her nose and smile, cradled in my arms as I read them stories while Daisy dozed under a blanket.
I almost grabbed one of the marble knickknacks cluttering the bedroom and smashed it on my hand.
I was fucking evil. I should be locked up.
I turned on the shower full blast, cold water only, then stepped under the freezing spray, trying to kill the desire for her.
Tonight had been almost twenty years in the making.
I’d wanted Daisy Coleman since the first time I’d seen her. She was pure sunshine after a lifetime in the dark. I craved her.
The cold shower didn’t help.
I lay down on the bed I shared with her, my hair soaking the pillow. My rock-hard cock jutted up, tenting the white towel as I imagined her chained up down there, thighs slick with all her juices, her cum-soaked ass in the air, just waiting for my cock. On her knees, she would be there in the dark, dreading and craving me, wondering when I was going to come back and claim her, make her mine again.
I needed to release her, turn myself into the authorities.
My cock ached. I was going to explode.
I wasn’t sure how many times I had fucked her, but it wasn’t enough.
“You cannot,” I hissed at myself, covering my face. “Have some self-control.”
I found myself drawn back to my study.
Instead of giving in and going back into the basement, I sat at my desk, tried to compose an apology letter, an explanation, some directive to my lawyers.
Nothing I wrote sounded like the thoughts of a rational man.
I lit a candle and burned the pages one by one in the dark study. Did the people out enjoying the summer evening not even fifty feet away know what horrors they walked past?
Then I gave in.
She squinted in the light as I stripped off the robe and draped it over the back of the chair. She raised her ass up for me, though, when I stepped over to her.
I stroked her wet pussy and pressed my thumb in her asshole, which only a few hours ago had taken my cock like she was born for it.
“You like that, don’t you, Princess?” My voice was hoarse.
She rocked against my hand, mouth parted, eyes closed, as I gave her pleasure. I cupped one of her tits, heavy and hot in my hand, the nipple hard under my fingers as I pinched her while stroking her clit, her pussy so hot and swollen, aching for a cock.
My cock.
Her hips surged forward, and she came, her pussy juices hot and slick over my hand.
I held her by her hair and made her taste herself all over my fingers.
“Lick it clean.”
My cock was so heavy it dragged over her ass as I stepped behind her, my pussy-soaked fingers still on her mouth as her little pink tongue worked to lick my hand clean.
Then my cock rubbed against her swollen slit.
She cried out as soon as I buried my length inside of her in one powerful thrust. She fought me briefly then yielded, accepting my cock in her hot little pussy, taking all of me, just like the first time she’d ever had a cock.
Thinking about the noises she’d made when I’d taken her virginity for my own, I barely pulled out of her pussy before I came, spilling my hot white seed all over her swollen slit and ass.
Breathing hard, I stepped in front of her.
Her mouth was dark and swollen—just perfect for a cock.
Hand tangled in her hair, I pulled her head back.
“Take it,” I ordered, forcing my already hardening cock into her mouth. “Good girl,” I murmured as I fucked her mouth, ramming my hard cock down her throat. “I’m going to fill all of you with my cum,” I hissed as her lips closed around my cock.
Too soon, my body seized up, and I pumped my orgasm in her mouth, spilling my cum down her throat.
I pulled out of her as she coughed. Cum dribbled out of her mouth, all over her chin, on her tits, coating her hard pink nipples in white.
That was all I needed to get hard again.
Her pussy was tight and hot as I buried myself in her, almost coming again when she let out a long low moan of pleasure.
“I like your cock in my pussy, Mr. Richmond. I’m a good little prisoner.”
I pulled out of her, grabbed the belt, made her squeal as the leather slapped her ass once, twice, the third time making her twist and moan.
She couldn’t possibly be enjoying this, could she?
She gasped as I rutted into her, driving into her pussy.
I’d brought a condom with me, but I wanted her to feel my cum.
She groaned when I slid out then buried myself in her ass. I rocked into the tight, slick heat, taking pleasure in the perverse way her ass clenched around me, molding around my cock. The way I didn’t even have to touch her clit to have her coming all over my cock, her body clenching around me as I came and greedily taking every last drop.
“Aaron,” she moaned as I pulled out of her for the last time.
I didn’t turn the lights off when I left this time.
After I was dressed in my suit, I made sure I had everything I needed for a long night at the office.
She was still waiting for me, on her knees, her tits almost on the floor, like she could be waiting for me tomorrow morning if I wanted it, if I truly gave in to all my darkest desires and left her there for days, months, years. All mine. Only mine.
No. Never.
But right now?
I had just meant to grab her something she could use to cover herself when her rescuers came.
Seeing her there helpless?
I needed her one more time.
This really is the last time , I promised myself as I buried my cock in her ass, fucking her hard, sending those tits bouncing, stroking her clit as I jackhammered into her, making sure she’d never forgot the feel of being claimed by my cock.
There was barely any more room for my cum in her. It gushed out when I came, spilled out of her and down her thighs.
My teeth scraped her shoulder.
“I filled you all up with my come, didn’t I, Princess?”
She moaned as I kissed her swollen mouth.
“Don’t leave me, Aaron,” she whimpered.
I swiped some fingers in the warm cum all over her pussy then slid them in her mouth.
She moaned softly as she sucked on my fingers then gave a cry of relief when I unlocked the cuffs on her wrists.
“It’s over,” I promised her. I rubbed her wrists and kissed her hands.
Then I handed her the robe and her phone.
“You can call the police now, Coleman.”