Chapter 11
REN
“ D id you want to come up?” Eloise turns to look at me once we reach her apartment building. It’s hard to believe that I just fucked this girl in public when she’s looking at me so innocently.
Eloise seems so keen to test her limits, I’m very aware that I have to try and regain some control in case she pushes herself too far.
Yet the devilish glint that comes into her eyes when she’s pushing her boundaries is intoxicating.
“Of course, I wanna come up,” I tell her, watching her smile grow wider as she takes out her keys and opens the door.
I follow her up the stairs, still mindblown by how fast all this is happening. I never in my wildest dreams believed that the person who could heal this girl might be me. Sure, I imagined it… plenty. But the level of trust she’s putting into me excels even my imagination.
“I never said thank you for the gift you left me this morning.” She looks back over her shoulder at me as we reach her floor, reminding me of how I’m exploiting that trust. “My boss has been putting a lot of pressure on us at work lately; I’ve had to work through most of my lunch breaks.
You going to your friend was a real help.
” The way she looks so embarrassed is fucking adorable.
“It wasn’t a problem,” I tell her, wanting to move off the subject as fast as possible.
Deceiving her doesn’t make me feel good about myself.
I should be giving her more time, allowing this to progress naturally, the way normal people do.
But we’re not normal people, and my reasons for wanting to knock her up aren’t just selfish.
I can protect Eloise much better if we’re together.
I want to be in her life now, not just watching it.
Having kids is all part of her big plan.
I’m just ensuring she gets one a little sooner than she anticipated, and that I'm part of that plan, too.
André came through for me while she was at work today. The Plan B she took earlier was a fake, and those contraceptive pills she’ll be taking each day will be doing nothing to protect her womb from my plans for our future.
“I really can’t believe I was so stupid last night,” she laughs awkwardly.
“Not as stupid as you were tonight, you should never have left that club by yourself. This city isn’t safe,” I remind her, standing close behind her so I can inhale the scent of her hair as she opens the door to her apartment.
Since making her mine, I can feel my obsession for her getting even more out of control, and I’m starting to wonder what its limits are.
“It is when you have your very own personal bodyguard.” She turns to face me, showing me that sweet smile that makes me want to pin her to the door and fuck her all over again.
“Make yourself at home,” she tells me, heading straight for the kitchen and stretching her body to reach up to the cupboard for a glass so she can pour herself a glass of water.
“Can I get you a nightcap?” she offers, and after I shake my head to decline, she takes a seat on the couch. Meanwhile, I stand hovering like a spare part, not really knowing where I fit.
“Take a seat.” She strokes the space beside her. “I think we should talk.”
“Sure.” I do as she asks, resting beside her and trying to loosen up. I know she’s gonna have questions. Questions that I’ve been avoiding giving her answers to. There's no way to make the extremes I’ve gone to sound anything other than psychotic, and I don’t want to ruin all this by scaring her.
“This…whatever it is, feels like it’s moving so fast.” She laughs nervously as she sips her water, then places it on the table. “I guess… I just want to know more about you. You did say you knew everything about me,” she reminds me.
“What do you want to know?” I slide my arm along the back of the couch behind her and lean my lips into hers so I can tease them a little.
“I don’t know, just general things.” She doesn’t take the bait. “Like, what you do for a job, where you grew up.” She shrugs, swallowing a lump in her throat as her eyes drop down to my mouth like she’s tempted.
“I don’t really have a job. I earn enough to get by from making investments. And I grew up not far from here, just outside the city.” I keep things vague.
“Do your folks still live nearby?” she asks curiously.
“My folks are dead,” I answer, giving in to temptation myself and kissing her lips. They’re still a little stained from the blood she drew from my hand, and crimson is a beautiful shade on her.
“I’m sorry. Guess we’re not so different after all.” She reaches up to touch my face, and her fingertips feel so soft and delicate.
“We’re very different,” I whisper, sliding my hand behind her ear and dragging her back onto my lips.
“Ren.” She forces me back. “We need to figure this out.”
“What's there to figure out?” I ask her, still trying to distract her from delving too deeply into this.
“I don’t know how this is supposed to work. I’m not exactly experienced when it comes to dating, and now that we kind of are, does that mean you stop following me?” I detect a little panic in the tone of her cute little ramble.
“Not a chance.” I smile back at her darkly. “Especially not after tonight's performance. If anything, I’d say I’m gonna have to keep a closer eye on you,” I warn.
“Why me, Ren?” I love the way my name sounds coming off her lips and how pretty she looks when she’s all confused. This girl really has no idea how special she is.
“Why not you?” I shrug.
“Come on, at least give me something.” She rolls her eyes impatiently.
“I can feel all these changes happening to me, and I know you're the reason for them. You were right when you said what I did tonight was stupid, and the old me would never have taken such a risk. Knowing you're watching me doesn’t freak me out the way it should, it makes me…” She shakes her head and laughs at herself.
“Go on,” I encourage her, desperately wanting to be inside her head. To know her thoughts, instead of having to guess them.
“It makes me feel kind of powerful,” she admits, taking my hand and interlinking her fingers with mine. “I want to understand all this better. But right now, I don’t even understand myself.”
I didn’t know it was possible for someone to look so excited and scared at the same time.
“Maybe you don’t need to understand it.” I lean my body over hers, forcing her to lie back on the couch.
“I know what's good for you, Kitten.” It’s a shame she won’t know what that is until it’s too late.
My seed will be planted inside her, and her body will convince her to love the precious little thing that grows in her womb.
Watching Eloise for so long has shown me countless evidence of how kind and nurturing she is.
She’ll make the perfect mother to our child.
“How long have you been watching me, Ren?” Her voice is just a weak whisper, and when I kiss her, she doesn’t pull away from me; she lets me distract her. Maybe deep down, Eloise is as scared of hearing my answers as I am of giving them to her.
“Do you want to stay here tonight?” This time, when she pulls away, she asks the question that I want to hear.
“More than anything.” I smile back at her.
It’s six-thirty when her phone alarm goes off and wakes her up. She looks so cute when she’s sleepy, with her hair all messed up as she reaches over to her bedside table to shut it off.
“Morning, Kitten,” I whisper in her ear as my finger slides into the front of her panties. I’ve been watching her sleep for most of the night, waiting for her to stir so I could touch her like this. It’s been over six hours since I filled her pussy with cum and I’m desperate to give her some more.
“I should warn you, I’m really not a morning person.” She stretches her arms above her head, pushing her hips up and smiling as I stroke her clit with just enough pressure to make it slick.
“I think we can change that.” I drag her panties down to her knees and watch how her legs automatically spread to give me better access.
“I think you should go to work with this pussy dripping full of me, don’t you?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs and admiring the way my thumb looks, drawing circles against her clit.
“You really do have an obsession with that, don’t you?” She laughs until she realizes that I’m in no way denying it.
“You don’t like it?” I question her, stopping my fingers from playing with her clit and resting my palm on the mattress beside her head.
“I never said I didn’t like it, I was just stating a fact,” she tells me.
“Well, here's another fact for you, baby girl. Nothing gets me off more than the idea of this hot, little snatch crammed full with my cum. I’m even considering coming into your office during your lunch break to top it up.”
“Now you're talking crazy,” she whispers, arching her back off the mattress when I start to tease her entrance with my cock.
“Don’t ever underestimate my crazy,” I warn her, kissing the pretty purple marks that I left on her neck last night, and deciding that she should have a few more of them.
“You're going to feel me inside you all day.” I kiss her clavicle before I sink my teeth into her skin.
“Look at your pretty cheeks all red, thinking about it.” I grab her thigh and guide it around my hip so I can find a deeper angle inside her.
“I like the idea of you having a little piece of me with you always.” I kiss my way up her neck until I reach her jaw.
“You want that too, pretty girl. A little piece of me inside you?” I graze there with my teeth, too
She nods her head without hesitation as I push my cock slowly inside her.
“Good girl.” I test her resilience with those words again.
She’d freaked out when I called her that last night, and that was a mistake on my part.
I knew that her fucked-up father used to call her that, but in the moment I forgot myself.
I don’t want my girl to be scared of anything anymore, especially not the words of a dead man.
“I like how that feels, too,” she admits, rubbing her lips together as if it’s a sin. “I never thought I?—”
“Shhhhh.” I rest my forehead against hers as I thrust inside her deep, ensuring that she has a lasting memory of me to take to work with her.
“I like all the things you do to me, Ren.” I admire the tears in her eyes because they're not sad ones. They’re happy tears, and I put them there. “I like the way you're changing everything, like the way you own me.” She laughs a little as her hand slides up into my hair.
I wonder if she’ll like how it feels to have my baby growing inside her, will she embrace the way I own her then?
I’ve always had a bad habit of taking things too far when it involves her. What I’m doing right now goes far beyond an invasion of her privacy, and if I weren’t so sure how perfect it will be, I’d feel bad for it.
I squeeze one of her soft tits in my hand, and imagine them getting bigger for me.
I’m going to adore the way her body changes, and I can’t wait to feel them heavy in my hands and desperate to be relieved.
Just thinking about them filling with milk to feed our baby, has me wrapping my lips around her nipple and sucking her hard into my mouth.
She gasps as I hold them both in my hands, pushing them together as I keep a steady pace with my hips.
“Keep doing that, I feel like I’m going to come,” she tells me breathlessly, and I smile against her pretty, pink nipple when I realize how well she’s getting to know her body's responses.
I may be all kinds of wrong for this girl, I might be being selfish about how I intend to keep her, but at least I can give her this.
“You're so pretty when you come, Kitten. Show me.” I keep the pace the way she likes while I graze her nipple with my teeth. I want to make more marks on her skin. I want her to feel me all over her body while we’re not together.
“Ren.” She says my name desperately as her body tenses, clamping me inside her like a vice.
“That's my good girl. Come all over my cock, show me how much you like being full of it. Show me that it fucking belongs inside you, Kitten. Just like this. Stretching you open, making you come…Fuck!” Her fingernails scrape over my shoulders and make me shiver.
“You gonna take this load I give you to work with you?”
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.
“I want you to see all the pretty marks I’ve made on your skin.
I want you to feel me still inside you when you walk.
You want to taste me on your tongue, too?
” I cradle her jaw, squeezing each side of her mouth between my thumb and fingers as she nods back at me obediently.
“Open up, baby. Let me see that tongue.” I wait until she does as I ask before spitting hard at its surface.
Her eyes widen in shock, but her pussy clamps me tighter.
“There we go, Kitten, swallow me down.” I watch as she takes it. “Such a good girl, my good, perfect girl,” I tell her when she opens her mouth back up and shows me that it's gone. “Are you ready for me to fill you now?”
She nods at me again.
“Yeah?” I tease her a little. “Tell me then, use that pretty little tongue to say the words.”
“I’m…I’m ready, Ren.”
“I’ve been watching you sleep for hours. You’re like a fucking torture, Eloise.”
“I’m sorry.” Her eyelashes flutter like delicate little butterfly wings.
“Don’t fucking say that… don’t ever fucking apologize. I love your torture. I like how it feels.” I sink my teeth into her shoulder as I spill inside her unprotected pussy, holding my hips tight against hers to ensure every last drop of me makes it to her cervix.
“Don’t you ever fucking apologize, kitten,” I growl against her skin, gently kissing all those marks I’ve tainted her with before she has to get up and get ready for work.