21. Ethan
I’m struggling to remember when last I felt like I was in control.
Was it before, or after I met Becks?
Before or after I met Myles?
Was I ever in control?
Snippets of time jump out at me. Yes. Yes, I was in control. Minutes, sometimes hours at a time.
But that part of my life ended when I met Becks. My contact with Myles should have ended then, too. But the Balmont Boys don’t enjoy giving up their toys, especially invaluable assets like me.
A month ago, I thought I was getting my shit together. I’d finally run out of reasons to procrastinate. Selling Glenmont Manor became a priority, and I threw everything I had into it.
When I called Janice a few days ago and told her to send someone to come clean, I thought the end was in sight. I was in control again…and this time it had nothing to do with the Balmont Boys.
Then Cassidy showed up at my door.
I arrive back in my room grumpy and frustrated. All Cassidy’s fault, of course. I should have realized how she’d respond to my punishment, but she caught me off guard.
Christ, she was dripping.
And the way her tight pussy clenched around my fingers?
Just thinking about it makes my cock tents the front of my pants.
Despite my raging hard-on, I refuse to give myself any kind of release.
When I wake up the next morning and check my phone, there’s a voice message from Myles.
“Aw, I knew you’d like her. She’s such a little spitfire. That defiance in her eyes? You two suit each other.
“Why don’t you bring her back to the city with you? No. Wait. She’d probably draw too much attention.
“Well, she’s yours now, so I guess you can do whatever the hell you want with her.”
Spitfire? That’s one way of putting it.
I head for the kitchen to make some coffee, but pause outside Cassidy’s room. It’s still early—I doubt she’s even awake. But that doesn’t stop me from opening the door to check on her.
With the thick curtains drawn and the sun only just peeking over the distant horizon, the room is more shadow than light. Cassidy is a vague shape on the bed, her back turned, dark hair stark against the pale sheets.
I fight the urge to go closer, but she draws me in like a goddamn siren.
She breathes slow and shallow, the back of one hand pressed against her forehead like the little drama queen she is. I wonder which rich asshole she’s arguing with in her dreams?
My jaw clenches, and I have to force my fingers out of the fist they curl into…only to brush hair off her cheek and run my knuckles lightly down her face. That light touch doesn’t disturb her, and thank God, because the last thing I want to do is explain why I’m standing beside her bed.
I’ve become a stalker in my own fucking house.
I take a step back, careful so the floorboards don’t creak under my weight.
Her phone pings with a new message.
In the hush of her dark room, it’s like a bomb going off. I flinch, and Cassidy’s body jerks. Through some miracle, she doesn’t wake. But the noise disturbs her enough that she rolls forward a little, using her arm as a pillow.
Her phone screen is lit up, and after a fierce but brief battle, curiosity conquers privacy. I lean closer to the nightstand, scanning the truncated message on her cellphone.
lewis
Give me a call when…
That’s all I can read before the screen fills with an empty battery icon, and the phone shuts off.
I realize I’m grinding my teeth and have to clench my jaw to make it stop.
There are so many interpretations of the message, but the most obvious is that she’s seeing someone. I don’t know why I’m upset. Because she didn’t stop me when I made her come on my lap last night? She’s young. Things are different these days. Relationships seem to be more flexible than they were ten, fifteen years ago.
I step closer to the bed, instead of backing off like I’d intended.
I’m pissed off because…what if she already belongs to someone else?
What if I can’t make her mine?
A low growl rises in my throat. I suppress it, but it does nothing to stem the angry thrum of blood rushing through my veins.
Events might not always be in my control, but I’m used to getting what I want…when I set my mind to it.
I wanted Becks from the moment I saw her, and Myles gave her to me a week later.
It seems I’ve fallen into a pattern.
But Becks didn’t have someone waiting for her at home.
There’s a possibility Cassidy does.
I slide the sheet down her arm to expose the purple nightie hugging her delicious curves. My time with this girl might be over soon. And like the arrogant, entitled asshole I am, I’m going to take as much from her as possible before she’s gone.
More light seeps in through the crack in the curtains, creating a stark contrast between my tanned, veiny arm and her soft, pale thighs.
Her top leg is bent, the other straight. All it takes is a gentle touch of my finger to draw up the hem of her silky lingerie.
She’s not wearing underwear.
Even in the dim light, the dark smudges on her ass are clearly visible. I trail my finger lightly over the skin. But she must be exhausted, because she still doesn’t stir. My cock started paying attention the moment the sheet came off her voluptuous body, but the moment my gaze slides down to the shadowed area between her legs, my semi becomes a full-on erection.
My desires have always had a stranglehold on me.
Still do.
I want nothing more than to make Cassidy come again. But I don’t know if I’ll get another chance.
To finger her.
To fuck her.
To suffocate her with my cock.
My hand glides lower, fingertips patting enough not to wake her, but firmly enough so I don’t accidentally tickle her.
She lets out a soft sigh when I reach her pussy.
Another when I gently stroke her sensitive lips.
I keep the pressure as light as possible, my eyes glued to her face as I loom over her bed. With every stroke, my cock grows harder, the urge to thrust into her fiercer.
All I want to do is climb on top of her and fuck her like an animal. Until she comes, until I come, until she begs me to stop, until I make her come again.
I settle with slipping my cock out of my sweatpants, fisting it, and jerking off at a sadistically slow pace as my fingertips tease her pussy into submission.
After only a few strokes—of her pussy and my cock—her arousal coats my fingers. I smear her warm, slick lube over my shaft, fiercely biting back a groan at the thought of her waking up and seeing my dick gleaming with her pussy juices.
Wondering if I was inside her while she was sleeping.
Fuck.
My jaw clenches—this time with hedonistic euphoria—as I stroke her pussy again. Her breath huffs out of her, still slow, but no longer shallow. There’s a faint scraping sound as her fingernails drag slowly over the sheets, the hand in front of her face curling into a fist.
I push the tip of my finger inside her.
Jesus, she’s so wet.
And warm.
I slowly pump the first inch of my middle finger in and out of her soaked pussy as I slide my index finger up to her clit.
My hand moves faster over my cock, my thumb swiping precum from the head as it leaks out, coating my shaft.
Fuck, how I wish her pussy was swallowing my cock right now.
Cassidy lets out a soft moan, her legs shifting, trapping my fingers between her thighs. I stop, panting silently, waiting to see if she’ll wake up.
But she must have slipped into a dream, because I feel her pussy grip my fingertip.
Christ, how the hell am I supposed to restrain myself? Her pussy’s begging me to fill it.
I slowly start pumping my finger into her wet hole again, biting down on my bottom lip so I don’t accidentally let out a groan as I start jerking off again. The pleasure is so intense, my eyes roll up, and I struggle to keep my bearings, to make sure I’m not fingerfucking her right out of her wet little dream and straight into a goddamn nightmare.
Her moans never grow louder. But I swear to God I can feel her pussy tightening like she’s going to come.
That’s all I need to shoot my fucking load.
The sick fuck that I am…I can’t help but aim it straight at her wet little cunt.
I peel back her pussy lips too.
There’s just enough light to see how my cum hits the dark slit between her legs, how it merges with her own creamy juices and oozes out.
But I keep coming, keep filling up that innocent little hole as Cassidy sleeps, oblivious to the filthy things I’m doing to her.
When my entire load is emptied over Cassidy’s pussy, it’s only rational I get the fuck out of there.
But I’m not a rational man.
I’m not a good man.
I couldn’t stop what just happened anymore than I could have stopped breathing.
No wonder I use my thumb to push as much of my warm cum back inside her pussy.
I tower over her, my entire body thrumming.
Then I lean down and touch my thumb to her pouty little mouth, brushing a single stroke of cum over her bottom lip. Her eyelashes flutter, but thank fuck, she doesn’t wake up.
As I stare down at her angelic form as she sleeps, an effervescence fills me. A brief flare of happiness, satisfaction…maybe even hope.
Maybe I should bring her to the city.
I’ll just have to make sure she doesn’t draw too much attention.
And punish her if she does.