Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dean Anderson
T he feeling of her hot, wet pussy against my cock is nothing short of erotic. Though it could be the cold talking, feeling her pressed against me is almost like a religious experience. Divine. It takes the remainder of my willpower not to embed my cock inside her right now.
Granted, she’s mine to do what I want with, but I’d rather take her on a set of silk sheets than out here in the elements. Holding her close, I force my brain off of the heat of her body and onto getting her off of this cross and over into the nearby mausoleum. The instant her hands are free, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and clings to me, clutching me as if her life depends on it.
My heart stutters in my chest at her display, solidifying the need to keep her close, cherished, and protected. On the outside, it may look as if I’m just some cruel sadist, and for the most part, they’re right. Deeper, however, everything I do is also for her.
I needed to push her tonight, to see just what she could handle. Now that I see the cracks in her walls and the fissures in her structures, I know where else I can push and where I need to back away. In all honesty, she performed far better than I ever imagined.
I think there was a part hoping she’d balk at this, that she’d run and never look back. It would be what’s safest for both of us. But I can’t leave her now. Not after I’ve found what my soul craves. Even if the earth split open and swallowed her up, I’d cross the fires of hell until she was back in my arms.
Tucking her head against my shoulder, I whisk us away to the mausoleum and duck inside. The instant the door closes behind us, plunging us into darkness, her body seizes as she claws at my skin.
Soft, frantic whimpers pelt against my shoulder as she burrows tight, burying her head as hard as she can against my chest. Her slight frame quivers with each breath as I feel the terror mounting through every tight line of her body.
“Shhhh, my pet. Settle. It’s all right.”
“It’s dark,” she cries out, melting my heart as I run my hand over the top of her head.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” I tease, hoping to coax her out of this fight-or-flight response. “Not the big bad reporter who took on The Society because she was curious.”
“That’s different.” Though her voice is muffled against my shoulder, the slight thread of petulance winds its way through, drawing a chuckle rumbling through my chest.
“True. I’d say infiltrating a secret society to be far scarier than a few moments in the dark with a dean who wishes to ravage you.”
“But it’s dark,” she continues to whine as she runs her nails over my chest.
“This you’re afraid of? Doctor Andrew put you into his ropes, but this is too much? I don’t think I’ll ever understand women.”
“It’s scary in here.”
“Well, how do you know that? You just said you couldn’t see.”
“It’s a crypt. Of course it’s scary.” A soft humph flits through the air just as if she stomped her foot.
This time, I don’t even try to hide the laugh. “You know what I say about assumptions.”
As I move to put her down, she merely clutches even harder. “I can’t see anything.”
“Well, I can’t make it brighter in here with you clinging to me like this. Choice is yours. Stay glued onto me and we’ll be here in the dark. Let me turn the lights on for you, and you’ll see there’s nothing to be scared of.”
“No skeletons?”
“Is that what you’re really afraid of? I thought it was the dark.”
“Not the dark. Not really. It’s more like what’s hiding in the dark.”
“I guess I can’t fault you there.” With a soft grunt, I flick on the light and watch as she blinks against the sudden invasion.
After a few moments, her nose scrunches as she takes in all the mess. “It’s a shed?”
“I should have known that tying myself to a debutante would mean dealing with you judging everything. No. It’s not just a shed. Come.”
Grabbing her hand in mine, I go over to the side wall and give it a hard push. Her eyes widen in fascination as I reveal the secret entrance. Just as I knew it would.
Despite everything, my snoop is still an insatiable minx. Hurrying her along the corridors, I take her into a backroom where many of us have played before. Only now will be my first time with the last submissive I plan to take here.
I don’t even give her a chance to think. The instant we enter the room, I pull her against me and claim her lips with my own. There’s no hesitation, no hint of resistance. She just melts into me as if she’s waited for this her whole life.
My fingers dig into her skin as I hoist her back up into my arms, spreading her pussy lips so my cock can slide through her arousal. So fucking wet and ready for me. As I lay her back against the burgundy satin, I stare down into her mesmerizing eyes, memorizing every fleck, every ring, every molecule that makes Ashleigh.
“Fuck,” I groan as I pull my hips back. “I’m not going to be gentle with you. Not right now. Maybe after I’ve fucked my fill, I can take my time with you. But certainly not tonight.”
I don’t even give her a chance to retort, though knowing her, she won’t have much to say. She likes me like this. She likes my rough and savage nature, the part of me I don’t let anyone else see.
My fingers encircle my cock as I guide the tip down and into her pussy. Once notched, I grip her hips with my hands and slam forward. In an instant, she freezes, her body going ramrod as I seat myself within her.
Something’s not right. She was certainly wet enough and horny enough for this. There’s no way I misjudged things so badly.
Glancing down, I note the tightening of her face as her fingers flutter over my biceps. Oh, dear god in heaven. No. No, it can’t be. She’s fucking nineteen. Who’s nineteen and a virgin anymore?
And yet, as I ease myself out of her, that light smattering of pink tells me all I need to know. If I were a kind man, I’d stop right there and ask if she were okay. If I were a good and decent man, I’d ensure the rest of this night was spent in worship of her body.
I’m not a kind man. I’m not good nor decent. And all that blood makes me do is go even more feral.
Tipping my head back, I groan as I impale her again. My eyes nearly roll back into my skull as her inner walls clamp down around me and pulse as I hold myself deep inside her.
“Fuck, my pet. God, you feel so fucking good.” Leaning down, I capture her lips with mine as I continue to rock in and out, fucking her as I kiss away the light tears staining her cheeks. “You’re taking me so well. I know it hurts. I know I’m fucking stretching you out as I make you take my cock. But god, you’re doing so good for me. That’s it, baby. Just breathe for me.”
With each stroke, her body relaxes a bit more, opening and softening so I can go even deeper. Soon, her slight winces turn to keening wails as I bring up her legs to tip her hips. As her first, she’ll never forget me. But as her Master, she’ll continue to beg for more.
Reaching between us, I run the pads of my fingertips up and down her clit, stimulating her while I fuck her brains out. With each stroke, she cries out as her pussy clenches even harder. Each spasm turns my brain to mush and fills my head with a soft fuzzy white noise.
All I can see is her. All I can feel is her body under mine. And all I can comprehend is her sweet submission as she allows me to take all of her.
Precum beads at my tip as I continue to piston in and out. So fucking close. My balls clench hard, drawing up to the point where I know I can’t return. Something nags at my brain as I continue to tease her, demanding her body join mine in pleasure.
Pulling my hands away, I plant them on either side of her head as I capture her lips with mine just moments before everything tightens up. Pleasure ripples through my brain as relief rushes through me, forcing a ragged groan from my throat.
My balls clench again as I empty myself into her, draining my sack of all the cum I have as I fill her up. I hold her there for a few moments so I can catch my breath and allow the thoughts to settle back down. Underneath me, she squirms as she arches her hips, just as desperate for release.
Chuckling, I pull out, allowing my softening dick to ease out of her before sliding in two fingers. Her gasp has my cock twitching, even though I have nothing left to give at the moment. Her body is a thing of beauty as I watch her writhe on my fingers.
Sonnets could never convey the glow of the soft light against her dampened skin. Poets would struggle to grasp the way her pussy clenches around my fingers in abject desperation as I use my cum as lubricant to fuck her. Writers would pause and stumble as they tried to describe the pure melodic cacophony of sounds spilling from her lips as her pleasure climbs inside of her.
All of this I witness as I urge her to fall apart for me. All of this I memorize so I can go back over it later at my leisure. She will forever be ingrained in my mind this way, masturbatory fodder for me whenever we might be apart.
Bending low, I swipe at her clit with my tongue, growling at the tang of her mixed with the bitterness of my cum. She’s addicting, maddening, annoying, and divine, all wrapped up in this delectable package. I devour her as I slam my fingers in and out, driving her to the peak.
So close. God, but she’s so close. Her pussy clenches around my fingers in a death grip as her wails of passion ring out through the room. One. Two. Three. Her body stops, freezing for a moment, only to explode into a flurry of movement as moans pour from her lips to drown us both.
I continue to slide in and out, riding out her orgasm as she bucks and twists. New tears dot her cheeks but seem more in relief than anything else. Once her body calms down, I ease my fingers out of her and slide my way up the bed to cradle her in my arms.
So many things still have to happen before I feel safe enough to let her out of my sight. In the meantime, I can contend myself with holding her close and breathing in her scent. Silence stretches out between us as I hold her close and memorize the curve of her body against mine.
It’s not uncomfortable. For once, things feel easy between us. With both of us finally sated, it’s like we can both take a collective breath and just be.
As her breathing evens out, my eyes grow heavy. Until tonight, I didn’t realize just how much she meant to me. The moment she was in danger, everything else went out the window. Even now, knowing that we’re safe here in the bowels of this building, my ear attunes to every sound.
We can’t stay here. Not for long, anyway. But with how peacefully she’s sleeping, I’d hate to wake her.
Easing my arm out from under her soft warm body, I pad my way over to the doors and check the locks. Nothing in or out unless they have my fingerprint. It will have to do for now.
A soft smile teases the edge of my lips as I watch her sprawl out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible. Even in her sleep, she will not be ignored. As I trail my gaze down her naked body, my cock twitches again as I lust flairs to life.
Again, that small thought niggles at the edge of my brain. What is it? Why can’t I think of it?
As she shifts again, her thighs open as a bit of my cum drips out of her pussy and smears against the sheet.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
I didn’t use protection.
How could I be this fucking stupid?