Chapter 5
BELLA
Ilie on the table. Aching all over in a way I never could’ve imagined before coming here.
Outside, the storm rages. And yeah, maybe it’s a cliché. But inside? A storm is raging too.
My sex has never felt like this before. All that Daddy stuff makes my head spin. I didn’t know something like that would excite me. But when he called me little girl in that husky voice … with his silver hair gleaming, intense eyes fixed on me … muscular body throbbing …
It made me buzz all over. Really. I guess, don’t diss it till you’ve tried it, right? Till you’ve been there.
Now I’m alone. My wetness dripping all over the table. The tension in me is like a furnace.
My hand strokes over my lips. Heel of my palm presses against my clit. Stars burst across my vision as an orgasm threatens. My mind flashes with his face when I told him I was a virgin.
Hungry. Obsessed. Possessive. And, well, shocked too.
He wants to own my virginity. Own me.
That should scare me. But with hot licks of fiery desire spreading through me, it does the opposite.
Keep your pussy wet. That’s an order.
I gasp at the memory.
What could be so important? My hand stills. Mood sours.
What could be so fucking important?
I try to stop rubbing myself. Hand won’t stop moving.
Clit burns and sizzles. My entrance feels super sensitive. Like the barest touch could set me off.
I clench my jaw. Literally grab the wrist of one hand with the other and pry it away from myself.
No, this isn’t fair. I stand. Smooth my hair. March toward the door.
And straight into a wall of muscle.
Alex stares down at me. Eyes smoldering. Lips still wet from when he went down between my legs.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he groans.
I fold my arms. Step back.
But my knees feel weak just looking at him.
“I wanted to see what was more important than me.”
“Nothing and nobody is more important than you, my beautiful, angelic, perfect virgin.”
Tingles shimmer through me. Tingles. I’ve never felt anything like it. “You left me.”
“Daddy didn’t want to leave you—”
I push my hand against his chest. “Maybe this is getting out of hand.”
He shakes his head. Reaches between my legs. Pushes his hot palm against my slickness and shifts it up and down. An explosion of certainty between my thighs. Wildfire blooming.
“Does it feel like too much?” his eyes fixed on me.
“Or does it feel like Daddy’s little girl has been waiting for this, for me, for us?
What does it feel like. Be honest. Does it feel like Daddy’s horny little girl saved her virginity for me?
Does it feel like fate sent you here? Sent this storm to trap us together. Because you fucking belong to me.”
He moves so quick for a man his size. Scoops me into his arms. Cradles me to his chest. His other hand moves constantly between my legs.
“You deserve a bed,” he whispers huskily. “For your first time.”
My wetness squirms and grinds against his hand, I can’t even remember why I was angry.
He carries me through his villa. Along corridors. Past gold-framed paintings. Vintage bottles of wine. A photo of him standing outside some hotel in a dashing silver suit, cutting a big red ribbon.
His bedroom has a four-poster bed. A four-poster bed. Silk sheets. Marble floor. He flicks on a lamp and carries me to the bed.
“What can Daddy do to make it up to you?”
Outside, more crashing. Storming. Raging. Blue lightning flashes against the window and across his face.
I turn my face away.
“Is my horny virgin getting shy on me now?” he growls. “Has Daddy upset you?”
“Yeah-huh,” I murmur … but it turns into a moan halfway through.
He sinks to his knees in front of me. Smooths his hands between my ass and the sheets. Pulls me against him and then then pushes his mouth against my pussy.
Oh. My. God.
It’s so hot. Like his mouth is a pool of lava.
He squeezes my ass like he owns me. I know he’ll leave marks. I want him to.
His tongue strokes my clit. Slowly at first. But then he gets quicker. Flicking the end of his tongue against my nub like he’s trying to drive me wild.
I stare down at his silver head buried between my legs. He growls. Hot breath painting my lust. My hips start to twitch in time with him. Involuntarily. Like there’s some lust demon inside me who knows what I want. Who doesn’t care if I’ve never done this before.
He sucks my clit. Looks up at me. Lets it go with a moist pop.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he snarls. “Grinding your hips so Daddy knows you want it. Knows you need it. That makes Daddy so hard.”
“Yeah, Daddy?”
“Does my horny girl want to see?”
I nod.
He smooths his hand over my sex. Gathers my wetness. Then slides his finger right to his knuckle. My tunnel clenches around him. The muscles in my thighs squeeze.
“Tell Daddy,” he snarls. “Tell Daddy what you need.”
“I nuh-need …”
He swirls his finger around inside of me. Teasing. Torturing.
“Say.” He moves quicker. “It.” Stroking even faster. “Now.”
“I need to see your dick, Daddy.”
My eyes blur with tears of pleasure. Of tension. His smirk tics, then he stands.
He tears off his clothes like a werewolf getting ready to change shape. Every shred of fabric comes away. Reveals a torso of marbled and huge muscle. A scar across one pec. A faint smattering of silver hair.
And then …
I gulp.
His thing springs up. Thick, veins pressing hungrily against it. His cock shudders as he stares at me.
“Take off that fucking dress,” he growls. “I want my girl completely naked.”
I twist out of my clothes. Sit up. Stare at his glistening cock.
“You’re big, Daddy,” I whimper.
He reaches down. Strokes his hand gently through my hair. “You were made to take this dick. Daddy’s going to take it slow. Going to split open your virgin pussy and fuck you raw until you cream and your hole gets tingly and excited for Daddy.”
My hand trembles as I reach forward. Curl my hand around the thickness of his shaft. He gasps as I begin to stroke up and down. I can’t believe how hard he is. Solid. Just like his muscles. Like rock. Like a bullet from some giant gun.
“Fuck, that makes Daddy’s cock swell with cum.”
I stare up at him. “This does?” My hand moves quicker, wet sounds flooding the lamplit room. Another flash of storm lights him up.
“My girl’s a quick fucking learner.”
I nod. “Hmm …”
“Now be a good girl and do what Daddy says. Lie back and open your legs.”
He speaks in a choked voice. Like he’s struggling to hold himself back. Like there’s thunder inside him and he’s taming it purely for my benefit.
“Why do you look … angry, Daddy?”
I lie back. Open my legs. Stare at him as he gazes at me as if I’m the only woman alive.
“Angry?” he snarls. Climbs onto the bed.
He holds himself up with a fist planted beside my head. His other hand grabs his cock. Guides his end to my pussy.
I clench my teeth as he grinds against my supersensitive clit. Pleasure swelling. Mind clouding. Attention sharpening to this night and this night alone.
Grief, confusion, uncertainty …
A distant memory.
“Angry?” he growls. His cock never stops rubbing my clit.
He leans down, kissing my neck.
“Daddy isn’t angry.” Hot breath caresses me. “Daddy is trying to be gentle with his virgin girl. Daddy knows your tight slit has never been fucked before. If Daddy didn’t hold himself back, do you know what would happen?”
“Nah-uh.”
“Be a clever girl and guess.”
His moves the slick head of his massive cock even quicker. My toes curl tightly.
“You’d … go hard?” I whimper.
“Not just hard. I’d fuck you savagely. I’d grind into you fast until I’m buried to my balls. I’d stretch you wide until you’d wonder if you can take it. Then I’d pound you until this bed broke. But this is your first time …”
I try to speak. Not even sure what I’m going to say. But all that comes out is a moan.
“Cum on Daddy’s dick,” he commands. “Drench your virgin slit.”
My hips shift.
“Oh, yes,” he groans. “That’s it. Chase your orgasm. Grind on Daddy.”
I don’t have a choice. My body shifts relentlessly. My eyes snap shut. Eyelids burn red like stars are exploding inside me.
“Look at Daddy when you cum,” he groans.
I open my eyes. Stare at his obsession as the orgasm shudders through me. Breaks like a wave, wetness flooding me, seeping all over his sheets. My clit burns and my entrance tightens.
“That’s it.” His temples pulse with the strain of not shoving deep. Like he’s struggling not to stretch me wide. He moves his head to my hole, presses in slightly. “Good girl. Now you’re ready for Daddy’s dick.”