Chapter Five
“Seriously, you want me to try on another?” Beth asked.
She’d never been one for fashion, mainly because she could never afford it, and now as she looked over toward Rome, she was struggling to enjoy it.
There had been a delivery to his home right after breakfast, so many boxes of clothes, lingerie, and even shoes. It was like he’d brought an entire store straight to his home. Not that she was complaining. She much preferred to be here than at any store trying on so many different clothes.
These clothes fit like a dream, but she had also seen the price tag. Beth never shopped at a luxury shop. Everything she owned she had gotten at a charity place or a secondhand store. They were much more affordable. Unfortunately, she’d never gotten the skill to be able to mend or make changes to any of the garments she wore.
“These are all for you to try on,” Rome said.
They were in the main sitting room. Rome was comfortable on the sofa, a drink of whiskey in his hand, and the door closed, giving them both privacy. She didn’t have the privacy of a curtain or separate changing room.
So far she’d tried on multiple skirts and dresses. Some she did like, others she really hated, and had wrinkled her nose at them.
“I don’t like this,” she said.
“Why?”
“You shouldn’t have spent all this money. I’m not going to be able to use any of them. It is a waste of money.” She couldn’t think of any reason she would need this many clothes.
“Beth, I don’t want to piss you off—”
“But you’re going to?” She couldn’t help but interrupt him. Even as she did, she wondered why she kept doing so. This was insane, even to her. Rome was a scary guy, she should really be doing what he told her to do, and part of her wanted to. This was too much.
“I tossed out all of your clothes,” he said.
“What? Why did you do that?” she asked.
“They were terrible, and they weren’t flattering. This is my way of making it up to you.”
She opened her mouth and then closed it. There was nothing she could say. She was so angry and confused.
“I can’t believe you would do that!” She wanted to stamp her foot, glare, and yell at him. “They were my clothes.”
“I know, and I got rid of them, and now it is up to me to make it up to you. Accept this as my apology.”
She folded her arms across her chest. There were no clothes back at her apartment. She had nothing, and now she had to make choices from these clothes, and that didn’t seem right to her. She rubbed at her temple.
“I don’t want too much. Just replacements for what you tossed out.”
The smile on his face made her angry.
“This isn’t funny,” she said. “And it doesn’t mean you have won.”
“What does it mean?” he asked.
She glared at him. “I don’t get you. I thought it was a known fact that men hate spending money on clothes, and doing the whole shopping thing.” She wriggled out of the pair of pants, and Rome cleared his throat, pointing it toward the “keep” pile.
Beth wanted to argue as there were already three pair of pants, two pairs of jeans, along with some skirts and shorts.
“Don’t make me,” Rome said.
She rolled her eyes.
He kept threatening to smack her ass, and she no longer believed he was capable of it.
She put the pants in the “keep” pile, and then moved back toward the rack. The bra and panties she wore had seen much better days, and she had spotted the boxes with the lingerie inside.
Beth didn’t want to be curious about them, but she certainly couldn’t help it, when faced with a whole host of panties and bras. She tended to get hers on bargain days, and they were either white or black. After only a couple of washes, the white ones tended to turn a little grey, which was always disappointing. They were not the most comfortable either.
Another dress required his help with a zipper in the back. None of the clothes were too oversized, which was a little strange. She couldn’t remember the last time she had fitted clothes. Even growing up, she had oversized clothes, most of them hand-me-downs from neighbors, or her brother.
Rome wouldn’t let her move on until she had tried every item of clothing, and then he got her to move onto the lingerie. This time, Beth didn’t argue, as some of the items seemed really luxurious. There were soft silks, cottons, lace, and she ran her hands over them.
“Let me see,” Rome said. “And give me what you’re wearing.”
Beth didn’t argue with him, and she wriggled out of her bra and panties. She still struggled to be naked in front of him, but after several hours of getting dressed and undressed, it was starting to get a little easier.
She didn’t know where he got the scissors from, but he suddenly began cutting into her lingerie.
“Hey, there was nothing wrong with them.”
“There was everything wrong with them, and now there is everything right with them.” He allowed them to drop on the floor, nothing more than a pile of debris.
“I don’t appreciate you attacking my things like that.”
She glared at him, and he winked at her.
“You’re not funny.”
Again, he winked at her.
“Try them on.”
She began to slide the new lingerie onto her body, and it felt so good, and so soft against her flesh. There were bras, corsets, bralettes, sports bras, along with many different styles of panties. Each one seemed more beautiful than the last. She ended up keeping all the lingerie. Once she finished trying everything on, she wore a pale blue bra that had lace cups, along with a matching pair of panties that teased what was beneath.
“I don’t know how I’ll be able to pay you back, Rome. This is too much.” She was already paying off her brother’s debt and keeping him alive by being here. There was no way she would ever earn the money to pay him for these clothes. She was going to have to take some with her when she left.
“They’re yours, and consider them compensation for me destroying the other ones.”
“I can’t believe you did that.”
He winked at her. “You could always come here.”
She saw that twinkle in his eye, and knew exactly what that meant. After last night, Beth wasn’t nervous about approaching him, or what would come next. She didn’t know how it was possible, but he had been so incredibly sweet to her.
She had never experienced anything like it. His mouth on her pussy had been like a dream. At first, when he touched her pussy, she didn’t know if she would be able to stand it, but little by little, he’d teased her to the point where she didn’t think she’d want anything but his touch. It felt so good when he finally filled her with his finger. In a strange twist of fate, she had even been a little disappointed it was only his finger, and she’d wanted to feel his cock.
Stepping up to him, he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled his waist.
“I like these,” he said, tracing a finger across the curve of her breast.
She smiled at him. “I like them too.”
“I wasn’t talking about the lingerie,” he said, dipping his finger beneath the lace and making her gasp as he stroked the top of her breast.
How did he say things that teased her? That made her forget who she was, why she was here, and who he was. In that moment, she didn’t care, because it felt so good.
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Rome wasn’t one for fashion. He didn’t give a shit what a woman wore, as long as she looked right for the part on his arm.
Beth was changing him. He’d purposely not left the house so he could watch her change. Yes, he had destroyed her clothes as he figured it would be the only way to deal with her. Watching her change from one outfit to another shouldn’t have given him as much of a thrill as it did.
Her body was made to be on display, and there were several items that made her curves look perfect. She was stunning. The lingerie was his favorite part; she looked so beautiful, and his cock ached to see more of her, and he was going to get it. Reaching behind her, he unsnapped her bra and slowly eased it down her arms, then tossed it to the side.
“You’re not going to ruin this one?” she asked.
“You like it way too much. In fact…” He eased her off his lap and sunk to his knees before her.
This was another first for him, as he’d never gone on his knees for a woman. He removed her panties, trailing them down her thighs, and helping her step out of them before pressing his face against her pussy. He relished her sudden, indrawn breath.
“Rome?” she asked.
He kissed her pussy and moved back toward the sofa, drawing her onto his lap, and he slid a hand beneath her pussy, sliding a finger between her creamy slit, as he filled her with one finger. She cried out, and he pressed his thumb against her core, caressing back and forth, heightening her arousal. She opened her eyes and stared right back at him. There was a glazed look in her eyes.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she said.
Rome pulled his fingers from her body and put his hands on her thighs. He had to decide whether to take over here, or take her to bed.
“Take what you want,” he said, opting to stay where he was.
He let go of her thighs, spread his arms across the back of the sofa, and watched. He saw how nervous she was, and he waited.
She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and reached for his shirt. Rome never had a woman undress him, but Beth was different. She was different and sexy, as she did what he wanted her to do. He didn’t want her to stop as she opened his shirt, and all he did was help her take it off him. She slid her hands over his chest, and fuck, even that felt good.
Women were not allowed to explore him, but Beth wasn’t just any woman. She was different. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Slowly, she trailed her fingers down his chest, going over his stomach, and then she gripped his belt, sliding it open. He watched her, unable to look away. She looked down at her task with so much intent. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but for now, this was about her exploring him.
She got his pants open, and she lifted up, giving him space to wriggle out of his pants and boxers. They sunk to the floor, and he kicked off his shoes, allowing his pants and boxers to join them.
Now, he was naked, and his cock lay between them. He was hard as a rock.
Beth paused and he waited for her to take the next step. This had to be all on her.
He waited.
And she reached out, wrapping her finger around his length. She lifted her gaze up to his. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He felt himself get a little bigger at her admission. Gritting his teeth, he stared at her, and once he had gotten himself under control, he wrapped his fingers around hers.
“I’m not going to break.” He worked her hand up and down his length. “Sure strokes. Don’t be afraid to hold me tightly. Like that.”
She was a good student. She followed his lead, giving him exactly what he wanted, and he watched her, mesmerized by how sexy she looked while working his cock.
“I want you inside me,” she said.
“Then put me inside you. You know what to do.”
She nibbled her bottom lip, and then lifted, shuffling closer to him, and he felt her place the tip of his cock against her entrance. He tightened his grip on her thighs and stared up at her, waiting.
Slowly, she began to sit on his cock, and inch by inch, he sunk inside her tight heat. That first time, he didn’t really get the chance to enjoy being within her tight cunt, as he’d been dealing with her screaming, and then the blood.
This was different. Beth didn’t scream. She took her time, and the temptation to grab her hips and pull her down on his cock was strong, but he knew this had to be at her pace, not his. This was her journey.
With several inches of his cock already inside her, she put her hands on his shoulder, and then she thrust down, taking him by surprise. He growled her name and Beth whimpered his.
This time, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Starting at her shoulders, he slowly slid them down, going toward her hips, and then her ass, gripping the full flesh. She was more than a generous handful.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“No.”
“Are you sore?”
“No.”
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“It feels … so good. I don’t want you to stop.” Her hands went from his chest, going straight up to hold onto his shoulders.
“Ride my cock,” he said.
She did, working up his length, to the very tip, then sliding back down again. He had no choice but to grit his teeth in the hope of holding onto control. He felt like he was close to losing it. Her pussy was so tight wrapped around his cock. Her tits gave a slight bounce with every thrust.
She started to speed up and now Rome didn’t have a choice. He moved his grip to her hips and guided her over his cock, allowing her to take as much of it as she could.
“That’s it, baby, ride my cock.”
He watched her, unable to look away as she took her pleasure. It was the pleasure she deserved, and she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to contain the sound.
He let go of her hip and cupped her cheek, using his thumb to pull that lip from between her teeth.
“No, you don’t get to control those sounds. They’re for me, Beth. Let me hear what my cock is doing to you.”
She gasped as he returned his grip to her hips and pulled her down, making her take every inch of him. He was so close to his release, there was no way to hold back. He gritted his teeth, drawing her back down his length, until he finally spilled every drop of his cum deep inside her.
Rome was aware of two things: one, she felt so fucking incredible; and two, he wasn’t wearing a condom. The third thing he became aware of quickly was that he didn’t give a fuck he’d filled her with his seed. Beth didn’t belong to anyone else. She was his. All his.
He’d never had a woman that belonged to him, and staring into those lust-filled eyes, he knew he could get used to it.
With his cock still balls-deep inside her, he eased her back just a bit and slid his fingers between his lips. Once he had them nice and wet, he slid them down toward her pussy and began to stroke across her clit, drawing back and forth, watching her reaction as he did so.
He felt her tight pussy squeeze his cock, and just a moment ago, he was going flaccid but now he felt himself getting harder. Beth was so close, and rather than tease her to the point she couldn’t stand it, he danced her right across the peak, hearing her scream his name as she came all over his cock.
Her orgasm ignited his own need, and he wanted to fuck her all over again.