24. Rook
Her chest movedwith a surprised inhale. Then her hands went to the velvet blue hairband, pulling it out. I took it from her and slid it in my pocket, then watched nimble fingers slide through her golden hair, undoing her braid. As she worked, I ran my own fingers through it—like running my fingers through liquid gold silk.
I’d wanted to do this from the day I saw her at the funeral.
When she was done, she folded her hand over mine, staring into my eyes. “What else?”
“Lay down on my desk.”
She didn’t hesitate, her dress sliding upwards as she lowered herself, revealing long tan legs. I didn’t touch them. “Put your hands over your head.”
She slid them upwards, hooking and tightening her legs across my waist—trapping me there.
”Grip the edge and don”t let go unless I tell you to. Is that understood?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, her fingers going over the edge of the desk to grip it tight.
I leaned backwards, my eyes trailing over her body. Silencing the voice in my head, telling me she was too young…she was Douglass’ daughter…I should be more like an uncle to her…I’d known her since the day she was born.
Instead, I took my time, letting my eyes roam, letting the tension in the room build between us. She had a freckle just below her collar, and another one on her left shoulder. Her hips were perfectly curved, just like her soft breasts, billowing from her dress. Her eyes were heated, staring at me, just like I was staring at her.
The pulse at her throat was softly hammering.
“You want me to touch you?” I asked her.
“Yes.” Her reply was immediate. Breathy.
“Then take off your dress.”
“But what if…” she didn’t finish, her throat bobbing.
“What if what?”
“What if someone comes in? They could see me.” Her voice was so meek, my little bunny.
“Do you trust me?” I asked. I’d already locked the door from a button on my desk, but she didn’t need to know that. All she had to do was trust me—and I was about to find out how much.
“Ye—es?”
“Is that a question?”
“Yes,” she was more certain now.
“Then take off your dress, and I promise you that no one will you see you naked.” Could she hear the possessiveness in my voice?
Letting go of the desk, she squirmed out of it, then pushed if off the desk. It pooled on the floor at my feet.
“Good girl,” I soothed, running a finger across her cheek and down her slender neck, then across the collar jutting from her chest. She eyed my suit, the tie still knotted at my throat, but didn’t mention anything. “Now put your hands back where they were.”
“Rook…” she obeyed, her eyes were closed, her voice begging.
I tugged her bra downward, revealing a beautifully, peach-shaped tit. Fucking gorgeous. Leaning over, I blew on it, the nipple pebbling with the cool air. So beautiful.
“Rook. Please.”
My hand moved of its own accord—I wasn”t in control of my own body anymore. I slid fingers over the soft silk of her breast, and the bud hardened even more.
So responsive.
So perfect.
I wondered if I put my hand down her panties if she”d be wet.
And I’d barely touched her.
“Does that feel good?” I asked her, and she nodded.
“Yes.”
I pulled down the other side so that I could see them both, and desperation filled me at the sight: I needed more.
To touch.
To feel.
To fuck.
To hurt.
Suddenly, nothing mattered. Not our age difference, Douglass’ wishes, or the fact that we were in the library. I needed her.
I cupped them, the soft breasts pillowing over and through my rough fingers. Then I pinched a nipple harshly and a low breath escaped her lips. She arched her back into me. A mar of red arousal spread up her neck and across her cheeks. She did like the pain.
I did it again, making her yelp, but her thighs tightened. “Yes,” she whispered. “Like that.”
“Have you ever choked on a cock?”
My words received the reaction I wanted—her eyes jolting open, darkening as they focused on me. “What?”
I simply stared down at her with a stark look, still roughly playing with her nipple. And she was still arching her back into my touch. “You heard me.”
“I’ve seen one.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Only one?”
“No,” she scowled.
“How many?”
“Enough.” Her lips twisted in a smirk. “How many have you seen?”
“More than you, I’m certain,” I responded. She couldn’t best me with experience, that was a guarantee. “Do you like how they looked?”
A soft pink tongue came out, swiping her upper lip. “What do you mean?”
“Do they make you horny?” I used her word from earlier.
Her eyes were wide, dark thick lashes blinking. “Yes.” She seemed embarrassed to admit it.
“And your teacher, the one who smacked your knuckles with a ruler. Did you ever imagine him doing that to you? In bed, or in some closet. To make you come.”
Her brows furrowed, thinking. “Kinda. I mean, not him, but maybe someone else.”
“Put the heels of your feet on the edge of the desk,” I commanded, because she was still wrapping them around my back like she could keep me here if I wanted to leave.
She hesitatingly obeyed, her feet awkward because of the heels she was wearing.
One by one, I gently slid her shoes off her feet, tossing them to the side, loving how she didn’t wince when she heard them hit the floor. I could’ve broken them, but she didn’t care about the money they cost, like most women around here.
Then I placed her bare feet on the edges of the desk, and slowly slid my palms up her thighs. Goosebumps followed in the wake of my fingers—a wave of anticipation. She was wearing yellow silk panties.
“I want to see you,” I said. “All of you.”
“You do?” her eyes pleaded with me. For what, I wasn’t sure.
“Yes.” My throat was suddenly full.
“What do you mean?” She asked. “What do you want to see?”
“Your cunt. I want to see if your pussy is like a newly plucked peach.” She swallowed at my crass bluntness. “Can I look?” I needed this from her. Her permission.
She nodded, eyes wide but also filled with curiosity.
“Widen your knees.”
She spread herself for me, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks and chest. The only thing keeping me from seeing that pretty cunt—a soft triangle of pure yellow. She was wearing a G-string, a thin line of silk parting the globes of her ass.
“Can I touch it?”
At her nod, I reached forward, touching the silk lightly, stroking it. Her heat sunk into the tip of my finger. It would be so easy to part the material, to reveal her beautiful pussy to me. I didn’t withhold my groan, the desire burning inside me too strong to hold it in. Her dark, thick eyelashes fluttered at the sound, her breasts perking once more. “I need more,” I groaned, on the edge of my control.
“Please,” she begged, her hips canting upwards.
Just once. Hooking a finger, I parted it to the side and my knees buckled, pain shooting through my chest in sweet agony of what I could never have. She was so beautiful. Fresh and virgin. I wanted to make it weep.
“Do you like it?” The uncertainty in her voice was too cute. Too innocent. Too sweet.
I was used to women with confidence and knowledge on how to use their body to seduce men.
“Very much.” My own voice was lower than usual.
I should walk from this room, leave her spread out and vulnerable, just to teach her a lesson. To teach her not to fuck with men more experienced than her.
But what I should do was in opposition with what I wanted to do.
I wanted to ruin every single inch of her. Wanted to know what it would look like to have the rough imprint of my hand on that skin.
See it turn red and purple.
To hear her cries when I dominated her.
I couldn’t will my feet to move away from her, even if I wanted to.
So instead, I pressed my nose into the heat, inhaling a deep breath, a low rumble exhaling from my chest. “Mmmm, such sweet, honeyed pussy.”
Her chest hitched as I ground my jaw into her cunt, brushing rough stubble over soft, tanned skin. Then, I pressed soft kisses, covering her again. Rough and gentle. So young and smooth, so sweet and innocent.
I longed to taste it. Just once.
The desire was so strong within me, raging with power and temptation to bite. To strike out, like the wolf that I was. My fingers were already digging into her thighs, pushing her legs further apart so harshly that they were shaking.
My own fingers were practically trembling from the effort of withholding.
I didn’t usually hold back.
I was used to taking what I wanted.
And fuck me—I wanted this little bunny.
When I pulled back, I could see a little wet spot on expensive silk, like golden drops of dew, waiting for me to taste.
This time, I didn’t hold back. It was there for the taking, I reasoned. Besides, she still had her panties on.
I brushed my tongue over it, a low groan emitting from my throat. I buried my face in deeper, my tongue brushing over it, just once more. Then another. “Mmm,” I hummed, and I could hear a soft whimper in response. “I want to eat my pretty little bunny.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “I want to know what it feels like.”
“Hold the top of your underwear,” I instructed, my face still buried there because I couldn’t pull myself away. “Will you do that for me?” I was asking her, now?
“Yes,” she breathed, and fingers peeled from the edge of the desk, and gripped the top of her underwear.
“Now, pull upwards.” She obeyed. “Harsher,” I commanded, and she jerked it upwards so that it was tight against her skin. “Good girl,” I soothed, loving the soft pink that tinged her cheeks at my praising words. “Now keep it there. You understand?”
She nodded and I reached down. Softly, gently, I adjusted the yellow silk, parting her slit, her lips bare before me.
Had the Magnolia waxed her? Or was this all on her own?
My hand moved of its own accord—I brushed my finger over them. They were so soft. Swollen with her need. So beautiful and fresh. “I want to feel you.”
“God, Rook. Touch me.”
I ran my finger up higher, over her panties to where her clit would be. Pressing only softly enough that she could barely feel it.
A soft, perfumed smell filled the air, a whimper of a woman on the edge of her orgasm. “Please,” she begged again.
“Don’t come yet.” I continued running my finger over it, kissing the swollen lips of her pussy but not tasting, drawing out her pleasure. I stared up the smooth lines of her body, the gentle curve of her breasts, the point of her nipples, pebbled and sweet.
Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. “I need…” she breathed, her tits bobbing as she heaved, “I need to come.”
“Don’t you dare disobey me. Or I’ll have to punish this pussy.”
“Oh God.” Her fingers clenched into silk, her tits so stunningly gorgeous as she held her breath, trying not to come.
“You’re being so good for me,” I purred, lapping at her silk panties, then nuzzling my nose into her softness, breathing her in. “So good. Do you know what happens to good girls?”
“Wha—at?”
“Good girls get to make themselves come. Do you know how to do that?”
She hesitated, not answering.
“It’s okay,” I said, “you can tell me.”
“What if…” she didn’t finish.
“You can trust me, Summer. I won’t tell a soul.”
“I’m not sure I care about other people.”
I let the silence fill the air, trying to understand her meaning. It was a moment before I responded, and the tension between us didn’t falter. Instead, it grew, her hips shifting as I continued to stroke over her silk. “I know you’re probably a virgin. Is that true?”
She, hesitatingly, nodded, her voice a squeak. “Yes.” The blush was back.
“Such a rare treasure in this world. Do you understand how rare that is?”
She didn’t answer.
“Summer. I need you to answer. Do you understand how rare it is that you’re still a virgin? In this world? Where the Magnolia takes advantage of the young?”
“Y-yes,” She stuttered, “No? I don’t know.”
“Well it is.” My gaze was back on her pussy, and I increased the pressure on her clit, stroking, stroking. “Answer me. Do you know how to make yourself come?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Have you tried?”
She nodded. “Yes, but I… What does it feel like? To have one. Maybe if you explained it to me, I would know.”
Christ. The woman didn’t even know what an orgasm felt like.
“How about I help you get there instead. You will know for sure then. Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
I frowned. “Yes, what?”
Her eyebrows furrowed, lips parting in confusion.
“From here on, if we do this…” Christ, was I actually considering this? “When we play, I want you to call me, ‘sir.’”
“Yes, sir.” She responded easily. So responsive. So willing. Didn’t even balk at the title.
“Good girl,” I murmured, lowering my face once more into the softness of her cunt. Breathing in deeply, breathing in her honeyed smell. It was so tempting, to do this with her.
Douglass’ daughter.
He was like a father to me.
Did I care anymore?
“Keep shifting your hips. Yesss, just like that. Good girl.” I kissed the softness of her virgin silk.
“First, before I teach you how to make yourself come, I need to know that you can keep being a good girl. We’re in a library, where anyone out there can hear us. I need you to promise me you can be quiet.”
“I promise. Sir.”
I smiled, such a good, obedient bunny. “Now,” I wrapped my hand, so large compared to her small one, over hers, demonstrating. “Fuck yourself with your panties, like this.”
She mirrored my movements, and released a soft feminine gasp.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded.
“Keep going,” I instructed, even as I released her hand, “Keep shifting your hips.”
I could only stare at her. So beautifully graceful, her body spread out on my desk like an elegant swan, getting herself off like this. With one hand still clasped above her. Her tits perfectly shaped, her legs spread out.
Created just for me.
If I hadn’t taken her from Tucker’s apartment, would she have done this for him?
A possessiveness roared inside me and I lined myself up with her, imagining pulling my cock out to claim her, right here, right now. It would look so right. My dick, moving in and out of this beautiful virgin pussy, her blood mixing with her cream in an incredible mixture that would taste just right with my cum.
A perfect recipe.
I would lick it up, every single drop, my tongue laving over every inch of her beautiful skin.
My dick was thick and engorged, so tight in my pants, I thought my zipper would burst.
I gripped her thighs, keeping them wide as she fucked herself with her panties, imagining just how that would feel.
“Keep going,” I encouraged her, panting now, my own hips shifting, as if I was already fucking her.
The red blush of embarrassment on her cheeks had transformed into arousal, the lips of her mouth slightly parted with her breaths, her eyes closed to the sensation. “You’re such a good girl,” I praised her, “you’re doing it exactly right.”
“And—“ she stumbled over her words, “do you like it?”
“Very much,” I hated to admit it—the daughter of my father figure, my best friend, getting herself off in front of me. But fuck, it was beautiful. “If you only knew how much.”
“Really?”
“Don’t stop,” I coaxed her, when she’d begun to hesitate. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
Her face grew even redder, she moved her head to the side to hide her embarrassment from me.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“I… I…”
“Summer.” I needed to know. Was she thinking about another one of the members of the Magnolia? Tucker? Or some high school boyfriend? “Tell me now.”
“I was thinking about you.”
There was a roar in my head, despite the silence in the room. “Keep going.” I said, touching her now, running my fingers softly over her inner thighs. “What about me?”
“When you kissed me. Bit my lip.”
Fuck! I couldn’t stop myself. I lowered my face to her cunt again, murmuring against her heat, tasting the wetness of her panties. Her swollen lips were right there, in my face, so ready to be tasted. I forced control over myself, instead, sucking her juices from her panties. “What did you like about it?”
“Th—he pain,” She was struggling to speak, “the kiss,” she was on the peak of her orgasm, “it was everything.”
“Tell me more. What did you want me to do to you then?” I pressed a finger right to where her clit would be, stroking, stroking, and her whimper in response was so satisfying. “Tell me, bunny. What did you want me to do?”
“I wanted,” her breath hitched as I stroked, stroked, sucking her panties, my tongue oh-so-close to eating her out, “I wanted you to take me home.” I nudged her with my nose, pressing right up into her clit, and she yanked her panties up once more, so tight against her pussy, “Please,” she begged. “I need more.”
“What do you need, little bunny?”
“It’s not enough.”
Without thinking, my hand went to my desk. I pulled out a set of nipple clamps.
They were simple. Silicone laced, silver clips with diamonds dangling from the ends.
It was a set, that would one day match the necklace wrapped around her throat.
I’d seen them in a shop, immediately bought them without thinking. Knowing they would be perfect on her tits. And you haven’t been thinking about fucking her?
“I’m going to try something,” I said, my voice rough, filled with arousal. I was hard as fucking granite, imagining that my little bunny needed things a little bit harsher. “Tell me if it’s too much, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded almost… pained.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I just…” her face was flushed, strands of her hair clinging to her face. “I don’t know, I need something…”
I slid my fingers back down her neck to her breast and placed one of the clamps on her nipple. It perked happily, the beaded tip stunning, the elegant diamonds beautiful against her skin. “Like this?”
She nodded slowly, uncertain. “I think?”
Slowly, watching her expression for her reaction, I tightened the clamp until it was squeezing the nipple tight. Her lips parted in an exhale, her whole body shuddering. “Oh god! Can I come?”
“Not yet.” I moved quickly, placing the other one over her nipple and she inhaled a deep breath. “Come, baby girl. Come now.”
I clamped my hand over her mouth just in time. She moaned as her orgasm washed over her, stomach fluttering, her thighs coming undone, spreading outward, her hips canting.
Stunning. Motherfucking stunning.
“Say my name,” I growled in her ear, then laved my tongue over her nipples, drawing out her orgasm.
“Rook,” she groaned against my hand, still quivering on the desk, and I couldn’t stop myself. I pressed my face into her cunt, inhaling deep.
Soft perfume washed over me, and I pressed my tongue to her panties, feeling the wave of heat against my face, my fingers digging into her thighs so rough, I was certain she would bruise.
I wanted to taste her so bad.
To know what her cream would taste like.
To eat her orgasm.
To keep myself under control, I clenched her so tight that she cried out. Not only in pain but in ecstasy, as her stomach clenched once more, another orgasm ripping through her. She was still gripping her panties, pulling them tight. I pinched her skin, the realization that she liked the pain washing over me. “Ride it out baby,” I encouraged, “Shift your hips to make it last longer.”
She obeyed, a soft whimper leaving her mouth, “Yes, sir.”
A powerful roar of possessiveness washed over me—the title fallen so easily from her lips.
She rolled her hips, drawing it out, her swollen pussy lips red from the way she was fucking her panties, And god, if I didn’t want to own this woman.
For the first time ever, I wanted to give in to the temptation the Magnolia presented and buy her.
In that moment, I would give her any money she required, just to have her splayed out before me, tied to my bed, so I could fuck her any time I wanted.
I could eat this sensuous pussy any time I wanted.
Could eat and eat, then watch my dick claim every fucking hole—first I’d take her mouth, watch as mascara stained tears streamed down her cheeks as she swallowed my cock. Then I’d claim that virgin pussy, tear through her hymen, make her bleed all over my dick. Then I’d take her ass so that there wouldn’t be a hole in her body that hadn’t been claimed by me.
I would own every single inch of her.
See my imprints on her skin. The burn of rope on her wrists and ankles. The red of the paddle on her ass and thighs.
I wouldn’t eat or sleep, but fuck her day and night, until we were exhausted. Then, after a deep sleep, would wake her by eating her cunt, all while she was spread eagle, tied to the bed so she couldn’t leave me.
I would live off her cunt, my darkness spreading over her until she was suffocating with it.
Couldn’t breathe, think, smell, or see.
All she could do was feel me. In her, over her, and inside her.
Until all she ever knew was fucking me.
I would own her, every bit of her.
Until she was just as dark as me, craving it like food and water.
“Rook?” her sweet voice slammed me back into the moment, and I stumbled backwards in horror.
What was I thinking?
Her eyes darkened with worry. “What’s wrong?”
This was Douglass’ daughter.
“Are you okay?” she sat up, the clamps still taught on her nipple. She was tugging on it lightly, her gaze heated. She liked them.
Then her demeanor suddenly changed as she saw the expression on my face. Her hand dropped to her lap, the pain of rejection clear as day on her face. She wore her heart on her sleeve.
Sweet.
Innocent.
Fucking.
Bunny.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “You didn’t like it?”
I’d actually considered buying her contract. Binding her to the Magnolia.
I stumbled more steps backward, never feeling so helpless in my life. Not even when my nana was killed.
Because I couldn’t use my anger or desperation to propel me forward. To fuel my revenge.
It was a girl—Douglass’ girl—who’d made me so helpless.
“Rook?”
“No.” I straightened, staring into those crystal blue eyes now clouded over with confusion. I couldn’t fall for her. Couldn’t let myself feel. I would lose my control and that, couldn’t happen. She would die—it was too dangerous.
Losing control also meant forgetting my own goals for revenge. If I bought her, I’d also be bound to their rules. Instead of protecting her, like I’d promised Douglass, I was leading her there on a leash.
I had to get away.
Then find a way to get her out of her contract. “I didn’t.”
“What?” She leaned towards me, and I had to force myself not to touch her breasts, so beautiful, so perfect. Not to groan in desire. Still. Even though she was Douglass’ daughter, I still wanted to fuck her. My dick was still so goddamn tight in my pants.
“What can I do? Teach me how to fix this. What did I do wrong?” Fuck, her naiveté.
“You can’t.” Despite myself, I reached forward. I had to touch her. I pulled on her lip with my thumb, parting beautiful, sensual lips. “Unfortunately, there is nothing for you to do.”
“Why?” Pain bled through her gaze, clouding her beautiful blue eyes. A tear of rejection sat at the corner of one of them.
So beautiful, her pain.
“Because, little bunny,” I kissed her eye, licking her tear, wanting to taste her pain. Then I pressed my lips to her ear, kissing it softly before I brought down the axe. “I don’t fuck virgins.”