CHAPTER FOUR — DAVID
I'm in the shower when my doorbell rings. What the hell? Who would be here at this time of night, or should I say morning? I turn off the water and jump out, grabbing a white fluffy towel. I wrap it around my waist and walk towards the front door.
I peer into the peephole for a second. What the fuck?
It's Stephanie. She's standing there, still wearing my shirt and Philip's shirt, hair tousled, biting her lower lip.
I feel my cock harden underneath my towel.
There's something so sexy about her vulnerability.
Every time she bites her lower lip out of nervousness, it's like my brain shuts off for a second.
What should I do? On one hand, there's nothing more I want than to open the door and have my way with her. I'm already struggling to think straight. Just seeing her through the peephole for two seconds is enough to temporarily shut down my executive functioning, which is precisely why I shouldn't.
Now, it's like every nerve in my body is screaming at me to pin her down and make her mine, to claim her, pump a baby into her. It's like my primal instinct is telling me to lock her down. It's such a strong feeling that I feel like I'm intoxicated around her.
Still, things went too far tonight. I know that.
She rings the doorbell again and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Fuck. I can't help myself. I fling the door open.
"Hello," she says quietly, looking down. "Can I come in?"
Fuck. I swallow, trying to retain my composure. Not that there's much to retain. I lost all of it the second I punched her friend in the face.
Philip's face flashes back into my mind, and then the memory of him throwing Stephanie's panties at me. That primal instinct to take her takes over. I know I have about five seconds of clear thinking left before my hind brain completely hijacks all reason.
"Stephanie," I say very slowly, "I need you to listen carefully to me for one minute. Can you do that?"
She bites her lower lip and nods. Fuck. My cock grows harder, and I feel my balls ache. I might have less than a minute until I lose control.
"It's taking every ounce of willpower in me right now not to rip your clothes off right here, bend you over that railing, and fuck a baby into you.
I'm usually controlled, but right now I'm on the brink.
If you come inside right now, all bets are off.
I'll use your little body until you're crying and can't take it anymore.
I don't know if you're prepared for that. "
"I am."
She interrupts me. I look at her, surprised.
"Are you?"
She crosses her arms. That defiance is coming back.
"Fuck. Fuck, Stephanie."
I run a hand through my hair.
"Why do you do this to me?"
"Why do you do this to me?" she asks, stepping towards me and poking a finger at my chest.
I grab her hand.
"You're playing with fire, little one," I say.
"Good," she says. "It's a little cold, and I need to warm up."
"I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into," I say, looking into her beautiful hazel eyes.
She swallows and my cock grows harder as I imagine fucking her innocent little throat.
"I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into," she says.
She begins to slide her hand down my chest. When it reaches my towel, she stops.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask.
She nods.
"If you're going to come inside, we need a safe word," I say.
"Towel?" she asks.
"Towel it is."
"Just so we're clear," I say, as her fingers curl around the top of the towel, "I will keep going and do whatever I want to do to you unless you say the word 'towel.' You can scream, cry, kick, whatever, but I won't stop unless you say that word. Understood?"
She nods.
"Yes, daddy."
Fuck. I grab her waist, throw her over my shoulder, and slam the door.