13. The Shadow Never Leaves #5
“It is a little slut then, isn’t it?” He pressed his finger into her back entrance, and she gasped. “Is this what you want? You want me to break you here, as well, and fully make you mine?”
His painfully engorged cock pulsed as he sank his fingers deeper into her tight little hole, but rather than cry or beg for mercy, she made a stunning sound of pure intrigue as if she truly wanted more.
His knuckle wedged snugly against the muscle, but she didn’t fight it. “If you don’t hate me by now, you’re about to.” Withdrawing his finger, he stood and unlocked the chains, carrying her to the bed.
Snatching the bath oils from the table by the tub, he positioned her over the edge of the bed. “Hold yourself open for me.” He showed her how to grip her cheeks, and she did so without protest, giving him a clear view of both holes.
He dropped to his knees and smeared the oil over her skin. When he sank a larger finger into her tight little virgin hole, she broke her silence and pressed up on her toes.
“Ah! Sir ...”
“Don’t try to escape it.”
Watching her regain control of her panic was breathtaking. Her breathing leveled, and she flattened to her feet.
He rewarded her with a soft kiss on the spine. “Good girl. Now, let’s try again.”
She gasped as he stretched her quickly, forcing one then two fingers inside of her so as not to prolong the shock. He rewarded her with a few strokes over her swollen clit, to balance the pain with pleasure.
“Beautiful.”
Her moans hit a crescendo when he plunged his other fingers into her pussy, the dual penetration driving her to new levels of pleasure as she fell into another subspace.
“That’s a good little slut. You trust Daddy to take good care of you and take everything he gives you.”
Her moans grew louder, edged on by his depraved words of praise as he fucked his fingers into her. Hooking his fingers, he teased her clit, and she went off like a geyser.
“What did I tell you?” He smeared her release over her thighs and pussy. “No resistance left. Only need.”
He watched in awe as her body gaped for more. Gripping his swollen cock, he kissed the base of her spine.
“You’re ready for me.”
He helped her further onto the bed and aligned their bodies. Guiding her shoulders down, he put her in a position that would hopefully ease any unnecessary pain. She was small, and he was bound to stretch her.
Spreading additional oil over her hole, he made sure she was ready. He pressed the slick, blunt head of his cock against the tight knot of her ass, and she gasped, lunging forward on instinct.
He placed a staying hand on her shoulder. “Almost there, baby. Show me how good you take my cock. Make Daddy proud.”
“I’m trying.” She fisted the bedding and pushed back, angling herself so that he could sink fully inside of her. A guttural moan left her throat as he fully seated himself.
Dear God, she was stunning.
He groaned as her body fisted him. “What a good girl you are, such a brave little slut.” He stroked her spine, giving her a chance to adapt to the overwhelming pressure. The tension in her hands loosened as she exhaled a jagged breath.
She responded to the praise, and he was beginning to understand why. He liked it, too. He enjoyed sharing with her how much she pleased him, and how a single compliment motivated her to take things further.
“Are you a good girl, darling?”
Her breath was labored. “Sometimes.”
“What about now?”
“No, Daddy.”
“No? Why not?”
“Because right now, I’d rather be your good little slut.”
He nearly spilled his nut. “Then my good little slut you’ll be.” He thrust his hips and grunted, relishing her sweet words. “Whose body is this?”
“Yours.”
“That’s right.” He slid as deep as he could fit, purposely holding her by the back of her neck to demonstrate his dominance.
Her lips parted as heat engulfed him. Then she glanced over her shoulder and their eyes met. Something inside of him shifted into fear. She was looking at him in that way that left him too exposed.
“Lower your gaze.”
A divot of confusion formed in her brow.
“Do it.”
Reluctantly, she turned her head and looked away.
It was a look that would haunt him forever, a look that made him believe her feelings were real. A look that would later destroy him when she left because no matter what passed between them now, they both knew exactly how this would end.
He thrust harder, shoving back the sense that anyone could leave him so exposed. He took from her with total entitlement, unable to bear the way she seemed to see into his soul. No one else had ever looked at him like that. And never before had he wanted to possess a woman so completely.
“Such a good girl,” he said, not wanting to make his issues hers. He reached for her swollen clit. “You take direction so well.”
In only a few rubs, she was coming on his fingers again. His cock pulsed as her body clenched around him, and then he was pumping his release into her.
Slowly withdrawing his cock, he watched his cum seep from her pulsing hole. “Perfect.” He lowered her to her stomach and kissed her temple. “Wait there.”
He poured warm water from the kettle into the wash basin and dampened a soft cloth. She sighed as he carefully cleaned her body, taking extreme care with her most tender parts.
When he finished, he returned to the basin and washed himself.
She lay so still, he assumed she’d fallen asleep until she softly said, “I never meant to …”
He set aside the soapy water and returned to the bed. “What was that?”
She looked up at him with those big blue eyes. “Nothing.”
He caught her chin. “No. Finish what you were going to say.”
She swallowed and lowered her stare. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
He’d forgotten about her little assault, but it must still be weighing on her. “I think we’re even.”
She met his stare. “I don’t want you to share me with other men.”
Her directness, in the face of his unpredictable temper, left him in awe. She was indomitable when she wanted to be.
“I won’t let anyone else touch you.”
Relief transformed her face. “Thank you, sir. You’re the only one I want that way.”
He was fucked.
Cupping her cheek, he looked into her eyes and vowed, “It will only ever be me. Anyone else lays a hand on you, they’ll lose it.”
She smiled. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. It had been a long and trying night, and the devil only knew the last time she slept.
“You need rest.” He pulled the covers over her. “After you sleep, I’ll have a fresh bath drawn.”
She opened her eyes. “Are you leaving?” The desperation in her voice confused him.
“I have to check on the crew.”
“Stay.” Her hand curled around his. “Please.”
It was a simple plea, but it knocked something loose in his chest. Glancing at the soft way she held his hand, he tried to remember a time when anyone else had ever touched him so gently.
“Don’t worry about me.”
Her hold tightened when he tried to pull his hand away. “But someone has to. You need rest, too.”
“You want to worry about me? That was a big job for anyone.”
She looked up at him with those trusting blue eyes and nodded. “It wouldn’t be a job. I’d take care of you if you’d let me.”
It was a mistake he couldn’t resist. But how was he supposed to turn down such a sweet offer?
Stretching out beside her, he folded his hands behind his head. “I’ll stay for a few minutes. Then I have things to do.”
She smiled, lifting the covers and cuddling close to his side. His throat went dry when her soft curves molded to his hard edges, and she rested her cheek on his chest.
Now, who was the inexperienced one?
Her fingers trailed over his abs, and his eyes went wide. She was barely touching him, yet somehow destroying him.
She lifted her head, and her hair tickled his chest. Tiny kisses peppered over his abdomen as she moved lower. His dick instantly hardened when her hand reached for him.
She didn’t ask permission, and he had plenty of time to stop her, but he wanted to see where this led. Her innocence showed in the shy way she fondled him, but that didn’t detract from the pleasant sensation of her hand on him.
She kissed lower and then pressed her soft lips to the engorged tip of his cock. Warm breath skated over his flesh as she hesitated. She traced her lips over the side but didn’t seem to know what else to do.
He gently gathered her hair so he could see her beautiful face. “Try putting it in your mouth, darling.”
She looked back at him and then returned her focus to his cock. Slowly, she parted her lips and gave the tip a wet kiss.
“More,” he rasped.
She kissed the tip again, this time wrapping the head of his cock in the wet heat of her mouth.
“That’s it.” He cupped the back of her head, pressing her lower. “Relax your jaw.”
When she did as he instructed, he flexed his hips, bumping the back of her throat, then let go of her. She looked up at him in astonishment, her full lips parted as if hungry for more.
He stroked her cheek and grinned. “We’ll do more of that later. For now, you need to rest.”
“But—”
“Later.” He pulled her back to his chest, desiring that unfamiliar intimacy more than anything else at the moment. He allowed himself this unique second of desire, knowing it wouldn’t last forever.
He’d never slept beside anyone—save his brother—and that was before the orphanage. The novelty of sleeping beside a woman left him far from at ease, but the longer she curled into him, the more his guard came down, and he wanted to stay there, wrapped in her softness, listening to her breathe.
She nestled into his chest, her warm little body a constant source of comfort. It became hard to swallow as he stroked his hand slowly up and down her arm.
His eyes grew heavy, and he briefly thought about the unattended weapons on the dresser. He could warn her, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to test the theory that he could trust her enough not to leave the bed.
Unfortunately, when he awoke, she was gone.