7. Finn
7
FINN
She goes rigid and she’s shivering with fear, and feck, I’m a bad man, but it gives me a thrill that she’s afraid of me. Of what I might do.
Frankly, she’s right. I’m not fully in control of myself, I want her that much. I should withdraw, but the way she quakes under me is intoxicating.
I can’t help it. I rock against her. Just a bit, a deniable movement. Sordid and wrong and… she rolls her hips. Her neck has gone pink.
A certainty sweeps down my spine.
“Do you like being scared?”
She gasps. “No?”
“Honestly?” I croon. Taking my hand to her face, she doesn’t flinch when I stroke her cheek, then down her jaw, and to her neck. Her skin is so soft. She tilts her head up, like a stray cat warily accepting a kind stroke from her new owner.
She doesn’t reply.
“If I reach between your legs, you won’t be wet and puffy with need, your little clit begging for my touch?”
She mews and pushes up against me, rubbing her core against my length.
The sensation makes my brain stutter, even through multiple layers of fabric and dry cotton boxers. The head of my cock is throbbing.
“Go on, tell me. Whisper to me. Tell me you’re not soaking through your knickers,” I urge her, grinding my hips down.
I lower my head and position my ear above her lips. She’s not really trapped. If she wanted to roll over and wriggle away, she could. I’d let her. Reluctantly.
But I think she doesn’t want to get away.
“No,” she breathes.
I shift so I can look into her eyes. They’re clear and blue and innocent, shining. I search them for an indication she doesn’t want this, and find none.
“Liar,” I say back, equally soft. “Are you going to scream if I find out?” I creep my hand down, sliding into her pyjama bottoms, and we both gasp as my fingertips touch her knickers.
She goes rigid, and I pause.
A whine of discontent escapes her throat, and I don’t know if it’s because I stopped, or because of where my hand was going.
“I’d better swallow that scream, huh?” I tease as I lower my mouth to hers, covering hers. “Don’t want anyone to hear and find you.”
There’s no one around. No one to hear if she cried out, or interrupt us from our kinky, forbidden game. This is just a ruse to kiss her. I admit that to myself, even if I can’t to her, hiding that this means so much to me. It might just be a kiss, but it’s our first kiss, and it’s magic. Sparks and rainbows and stupid hearts.
Stupid, stupid hearts, because I’ve kissed many women—none recently—and never had a kiss like this.
My heart skips from just pressing our lips together. It’s so sweet and tender, not at all reflecting the depraved things I want to do to her. I guess the slide of my lips on hers is an apology. The little nibbles and teases are a seduction and a promise.
And a plea. Trust me. I won’t hurt you.
Except in the ways you’ll love .
I love you .
Feck. That’s why this is so new. I love her. I’ve fallen absolutely in love with a girl too young for me, and who fears me.
Grand. Just grand.
It takes soft kisses, patience, and telling her all the ways I love her, for her to relax beneath me.
“Now,” I say against her lips. “Should I check, little liar?”
I slide my hand down her body and beneath her waistband again, and this time, when she squeaks with fear, I don’t stop. No hesitation. She doesn’t move away, only towards, arching up to me. And when my fingertips reach her seam, it’s warm and slick. Pouring from her.
Mine-mine-mine-mine .
I knew it. The chant repeats in my head. She’s mine .
“You’re soaking, pet,” I say as I withdraw my hand.
“I’m not!” It’s as guilty a denial as a kid with chocolate around their face, and I suppress a laugh, as I rear up.
“That wet little cunt of yours says differently.”
She’s laid on the bed legs apart, looking up at me with embarrassment, and worry, and trust. Her cuffed hands are clasped together at her waist, knuckles white. Something about her pyjamas and that pose, and her little fingers makes me hesitate. She’s so young.
“I’m a filthy bastard almost twice your age, who wants to defile you,” I confess. “Stop me. Now. Before I can’t stop myself. Roll away. Kick me.” The words are gravel in my throat.
She doesn’t move, only swallowing. Her cheeks are flushed.
“You should stop me, right now.” My heart is a lead weight, swinging in my chest.
“No,” she whispers, and that’s enough.
“Lift your hips,” I demand fiercely, reaching for her.
She obeys, and I drag the pyjama bottoms from her, revealing plain white cotton knickers, then the smooth skin of her long legs. Including freckles. They’re perfect seasoning over her mouthwatering curves.
I lose my voice. I lose my mind. I can only look at her as I toss away the pyjamas, unthinking, as though I have never seen a woman’s legs before. But there’s something about the triangle of fabric over her hips that fills me with a hunger more savage than I know what to do with.
My hands are at the waistband of those innocent knickers before I can think better of it, and I don’t even have to ask her this time. She arches up, allowing me to draw them down.
Then she’s bare and although it’s not much that’s revealed with the way her knees are modestly together, her squirming beneath my gaze makes my cock jerk in response. The sheer sexiness of this girl might kill me if I don’t get my mouth on her and my cock in her immediately.
“Open your legs,” I order, my voice even more smoky and dark than usual.
She pants.
“Now,” I bite out when she doesn’t obey.
“I’m…”
I raise one eyebrow and wait.
She swallows. “I’m…”
There are a number of intriguing ways she could finish that sentence, and I’m curious.
“I’ve never…”
“What have you never done, pet?” I ask, not daring to hope.
She scrunches her eyes closed then says in a rush, “I’m a virgin.”
Jesus Mary and Joseph .
I didn’t think I could be any harder, but sure. That’ll do it. She’s going to be mine to claim in every way. I get to teach her about sex, and ensure that her first is as special and loving as she deserves, and savour each new experience, step by step.
“What about other things?”
“Nothing.” She raises her trapped hands to cover her face. “I haven’t done anything, alright?”
I take this opportunity to grin from ear to ear. We get to discover all her pleasures together.
“Look at me.”
This time she obeys immediately, slowly lowering her arms and revealing a scared and embarrassed little face.
“This is going to be new for me too, pet.”
Her eyebrows pinch. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, this is new to me too. I’ve never…” I hesitate. It’s on the tip of my tongue. I could say it now. I’ve never responded like this. I’ve never loved a woman before. I’ve never been this obsessed. I’ve never had sex without a condom, but when we get that far, there’s no way I’m gloving up. I’m going in raw, and breeding her.
Not yet. I want her to beg me for my cock. But I do have to taste her, and that can’t wait. Even if the ache in my balls demands I take advantage of her.
“I’ve never been abducted.” She winces, but I continue. “Held a girl prisoner, taught anyone about sex, or been with a woman this much younger than me.”
That’s less scary for both of us.
“Oh.” Is that relief on her face? Was she worried that I might have done this with someone else?
“My special kidnapper,” I reassure her. “Spread your legs for me.”
Her knees twitch, as though her body wants to do as I say, but her mind is resisting. I place my hands over her inner thighs.
“Show me my compensation,” I murmur as I apply the slightest pressure. It’s enough. She slides outwards with my palms, and I hold her gaze.
“Brave little pet, that’s it.” And she likes that. It’s obvious in the way her eyes light up. I wonder if she enjoys being praised?
When she gets to the point that her slit begins to open, I nod. “Good girl.”
And yes, those are the right words, because she whimpers.
“Such a good girl for me,” I rasp.
“I…” Her cheeks tinge pink. There’s moisture leaking from her outer pussy lips and my mouth waters in response.
“Go on.” I dig my fingertips into her plump flesh. “Show your captor, your new owner, how wet you are from imagining all the depraved things he’s going to do to you, pet.”
She lets out a little mewl and edges her thighs further.
I groan as her sex is revealed in all its pink, glistening beauty.
“More. I want it all,” I say, because I’m a greedy bastard. And this time I do push on her legs forcing them, so she’s fully exposed to me. “Feck, so pretty. So, so pretty.”
She’s soaking wet, her arousal clear and revealing her like rose petals. Her clit is a sweet little bud just begging for my tongue. My cock is jammed against my flies and aching for me to release it and take up the implicit invitation of her dripping pussy.
But first, there’s a more important thing to do. I look back up, into her eyes.
“As part of your punishment for kidnapping me, I’m going to make you scream.”