8. Maximus
L eaving Courtney as she climbed into the bath to soak her aching, sore body was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do, and that was more than enough to make me freak out.
Normally, when I’ve finished the necessary aftercare, I can’t wait for whoever I’m with to get out of the Mansion, either so I can get back to work, or so I can go to sleep alone—the same way I have for over twenty years.
Yet, with Courtney, all I can think about is getting to touch her again. But even worse than that, I actually want to get to know her, too.
There’s just something about her, and it makes me want to devour everything about her, like she’s my newest obsession. I want to know what she’s thinking, and what made her the person she is today.
Obviously, I have some insight into her life through Miles, but I never met her when she was a child—thank fucking God for that. I’m not sure if she knows about the role I played in helping Miles when he was dealing with Bruce, or when their mother died.
I don’t think I want her to know, as I want to learn about her past from her own lips, rather than a side story from Miles. I want to know how her past shaped her into the person she is today. So that’ll have to be a secret confession for another day .
I’m very aware that wanting to learn more about Courtney is a dangerous slippery slope. It will be harder to keep her at arm’s length if she lets me in more than she already has, and that will only lead to me breaking her heart, and I don’t want that.
So instead of following Courtney into the bath, and throwing all the questions in my mind at her, I go back to my office and try to work, all whilst pretending I’m not thinking about Courtney and the way her cunt felt as it fluttered around my cock.
I’ve had this evening meeting with an overseas importer booked in my calendar for a while, and I knew I couldn’t miss it, but fuck does it drag on. We’re both using interpreters, which doubles the time it takes just to have a simple conversation, and I quickly lose interest in the dull meeting.
Thankfully, a couple of my trusted advisors are present, and I have every faith they’re paying complete attention, and will catch me up on the most important points at a later date, when my mind isn’t wandering to the girl upstairs.
When the meeting finally ends, it’s eleven at night, and I’m incredibly frustrated. With much more rudeness than they deserve, I kick my team out, promising to meet tomorrow for a debrief of the meeting.
We usually do it straight after, but I make it clear I’m too tired for that, and suggest we rearrange.
If they are suspicious of my motives, they have the good sense not to say anything.
Even as I practically throw them out of the house, they don’t say a word, and I breathe a sigh of relief at that.
As soon as I close the door behind them, I don’t even think, I just let my feet carry me to where they want to go—Courtney’s room. I crack the door slowly, just in case she’s asleep.
This is a technique I’ve practised over the last couple of weeks, as it’s not my first time slipping into her room while she’s sleeping. At first, I told myself I was just checking on her, to make sure she was settling in well enough, but then that desperate urge to get to know her took hold.
I learnt she’s a heavy sleeper when she finally falls asleep, but she has problems with getting to sleep, and she’s often woken up by nightmares. Although I never watch her for long, for fear of getting caught, the need to see her has only grown since I started spending time with her.
Courtney is curled up beneath the covers, the way she usually is, looking just as sweet and innocent as always, despite me having taken the last of her innocence only a few hours earlier.
I don’t know why, but I expected her to look different. Like maybe being with me would have tainted her just slightly.
I watch the slow rise and fall of her chest as she lets out a soft snore, before her mouth settles into a gentle O. She looks so beautiful, almost heavenly, and I can’t tear my eyes from her.
You have to leave , I tell myself. It’s the same thing I say every night, and usually I listen—eventually—but tonight, I find my legs carrying me forward, towards her.
Having clearly lost my mind, I strip naked and slide into the bed beside her, breathing a sigh of relief that she doesn’t wake up when the bed dips under my weight. I shuffle closer, gently gripping her arm, so I’m able to roll her over onto her back.
When she’s in position, and I’m sure she won’t wake up, as she’s back to her soft snoring, I pull the covers off her. I take in the large T-shirt she’s wearing that stops mid-thigh, exposing her creamy skin.
I gently lift the hem, fighting down a groan when I see she’s not wearing any underwear beneath. I carefully nudge her legs apart, exposing her pretty pussy to me, and I can’t help but notice she’s already wet.
Oh, my dirty girl, what are you dreaming about?
I slide my finger through her slit, imagining what she’s thinking about that has her pretty pink pussy this wet. As I rub her clit softly, her legs fall open wider, and she lets out a soft moan, her eyes still tightly closed.
As I press a finger into her cunt, I wonder how the hell she’s still this tight when I stretched her open not too long ago.
Pushing my finger in and out, I keep my movements slow and soft, but still make sure to go deep enough to hit that sweet spot she loves so much. I can feel her pussy fluttering in response to my touch.
With the hand that’s not buried deep in her cunt, I wrap my fist around the base of my cock, stroking my length in time with the movement of my fingers.
Courtney’s breathing speeds up, and her pussy seems to get wetter as she lets out another soft moan, though this one is much louder than before. Her eyes are still screwed shut, but I’m not sure if she’s still asleep.
I don’t even care—I’m taking what I want from her body, whether she’s awake or not.
When I feel she’s stretched and wet enough, I pull my fingers out, immediately bringing them to my lips. I lick them clean, savouring the sweet, salty taste of my Little Lamb.
I settle in between her legs, shuffling myself into position, with the head of my dick lined up with her wet hole. As I press in slowly, Courtney lets out a gasp, and her eyes fly open in shock. Now that I’m certain she’s awake, I don’t hold back.
I slam my cock all the way in, making us both cry out with pleasure as I bottom out. Her eyes flutter as she blinks rapidly, trying to push away the last remnants of sleep, to help her make sense of the situation. But I don’t want to give her time to think.
I thrust into her again, hard and fast, as I push up her T-shirt, exposing her perfect tits to me. I lean down and capture her lips with mine, using my kiss to swallow her moans as I keep slamming into her with vigour.
I drag my lips over her cheek, kissing along her jaw, down her throat, before sucking on the pulse point that I know makes her shiver. I make sure to run my tongue over the bite mark I left on her shoulder earlier, loving the way she’s wearing my mark like a brand on her skin .
I want to mark her in every way I can, to claim her so that she knows she belongs to me, and only me.
I then move my kisses lower, over her clavicle and then down the centre of her chest, sucking and licking as I go. I don’t slow down my thrusts, and Courtney rocks her hips to meet every one of my movements as she whimpers beneath me.
Courtney arches into my mouth as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, nipping at it with my teeth before soothing over it with my tongue.
Her cries of pleasure grow louder and more vocal as the last tendrils of sleep are pushed away, and she fully immerses herself in the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Does it feel good, Little Lamb? Can you feel your tight little cunt stretching around Daddy’s big dick?” I ask, before taking her nipple back into my mouth, using my fingers to pull and tweak the opposite side.
“Yes, Daddy,” she moans as she rocks against me. “I can feel your piercing hitting me so deep.”
“Such a good girl taking all of me. Do you like being Daddy’s perfect slut? How does it feel knowing I can use your dirty cunt whenever I want?”
Courtney shivers beneath me, her walls fluttering around me as my filthy words turn her on even more, pushing her closer to her release. She’s gripping my cock so tightly, it’s almost painful to move, and I’m having to fight to keep my own orgasm away. She gets to come first—always.
“I’m so close, Daddy. Please…please, Daddy. Can I come?” she begs, arching her back as I bite down on her nipple, before moving over to do the same on the other side.
When I pull off her nipple, I fix my gaze on hers, watching as her impending orgasm twists her face into a mixture of pleasure and pain, while she desperately tries to hold off until I give her the permission she needs.
She’s never looked more fucking beautiful.
“Is that what you want, Little Lamb? Do you want to come on my cock like a good little whore?”
“Please,” she begs, the word dragging out at the end, before it twists into a moan as I continue thrusting deep into her wet cunt.
“Maybe I won’t let you come just yet,” I muse aloud, her eyes growing wide and frantic as she shakes her head rapidly.
“No, please, Daddy. I need to come. Please, I really need it. I’ll do anything.” Her words rush out, and I’m not even sure she knows what she’s saying.
I pause, my dick deep in her pussy, with a dangerous glint in my eyes as a devilish smirk spreads across my face. “Anything?” I ask.
She tries to rock her pelvis, forcing me to move as she nods rapidly, but I grab hold of her hips, holding her in place. Her beautiful blue eyes are wide still as she continues nodding at me.
“Yes, Daddy. Anything you want, it’s yours.”
Fuck, my cock twitches on hearing those perfect words fall from her plump pink lips.
“Such a good little whore, giving all of yourself over to me,” I tell her as I go back to fucking her hard and fast again, and it’s not long before she’s back on the edge of her release.
I feel her walls flutter around me and her body trembles beneath me, which is when her begging turns frantic, as her orgasm is close to taking over, whether she has permission or not.
When I feel that tingling in my balls as they pull tight, letting me know my release is close, I give her the permission she needs. “Come, Little Lamb. Come all over my cock like the perfect slut you are.”
I’ve not even finished speaking when I feel her cunt clamp down on my cock, and I watch with rapt amazement as she falls apart for me. Her body shudders as she arches her back off the bed, crying out loudly as her orgasm rips through her.
The look on her face as she falls apart, her beautiful blue eyes never leaving mine, is all it takes to push me over the edge. Just a couple more deep thrusts and I let out a loud roar, my cock pulsating as I shoot row after row of cum deep into her pussy.
Given I only came a couple of hours ago, I’m surprised how quickly I managed to come this time, and how much cum I filled her with. Then again, nobody has ever turned me on the way Courtney does, so it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that she makes my dick think I’m a teenager again.
As we both come down from our orgasms, we flop beside each other on the bed. Courtney winces as I pull out, before twisting her lips into a pout, like she actually misses having me inside her.
I don’t even think, I just wrap my arms around her and pull her into my side, loving the way she rests her head against my chest like it belongs there. Her warm body comforts me in a way I never expected.
Courtney lets out a sigh as she tries to shuffle away from me, looking like she’s about to get up. I grab hold of her, not letting her move. “What are you doing?” I grumble, snuggling her against my side.
“I need to go to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I can’t sleep like this,” she replies.
I scoff, waving her off. “No, I want to go to sleep knowing my cum is seeping out of you, like the dirty slut you are.”
Her cheeks flush bright red, and I watch with amusement as it spreads down to her chest. For a moment, she looks like she might argue, but that soon falls away, and she settles into my side.
As she snuggles against my chest, her lips lift into a smile, and she lets out a content sigh that creates butterflies in my stomach.
I know I need to leave as soon as she’s come down from the high of her orgasm, but I don’t fucking want to. I like the feel of her small body cocooned beside mine, her blonde hair sprawled over my shoulder as her breath tickles my chest.
I know I need to go, but I feel more comfortable and settled here than I ever thought was possible. I haven’t shared a bed with anyone in over twenty years, not even for a night, and if I’m being honest, I’ve never wanted to—until I met Courtney.
Now, I want to spend every moment I can with her. I feel like I might miss something important while I’m away from her. There’s something magnetic about Courtney, drawing me in like a moth to a flame, and I don’t think I could stop it, even if I wanted to—which I definitely fucking don’t!
I’m so screwed!