5. Hawthorn
Ijust agreed to fuck Penelope fucking Rhodes.
What the hell am I doing?
The rational part of my brain is aware that fucking her is the quickest and easiest way to break the will, but this still feels like a really fucking stupid thing to do. Spending time with her this morning has given me fresh perspective on Penelope, but I still don’t like her, and I don’t fuck girls I don’t like.
Finding willing pussies to play with isn’t hard. I’m a good-looking motherfucker with a big trust fund and an even bigger dick. I’m prime real estate, yet somehow Princess just made me feel like a fucking last resort. Most girls are begging to suck my dick, but she isn’t, and to be honest, she looks terrified and fucking appalled by the whole thing.
I should have said no, but there’s something about knowing I’m taking her virginity that made it impossible to refuse. I’ve had the opportunity to fuck virgins before, but the blood and potential messiness of dealing with all the emotions that come with girls having their first sexual experience seemed like more hassle than it was worth.
But something primal and a little fucked up inside of me likes the idea that I’m going to be the first man to touch Penelope. She’s coveted her virginity like a prize, because that’s exactly what it was. That fucking will insisted that she be pure, but the only thing that’s innocent about Penelope is her perfect fucking cunt. And soon it’s going to be mine.
I’d never admit it out loud, but I can’t fucking wait to push my cock into her tight pussy and claim it as my own. It’s why I told her I wouldn’t wear a condom. I want to feel the moment her virginity rips. I want to know the exact moment that her body accepts my ownership and molds to the shape of my cock.
The entire way to the electronics store to buy the video camera, my mind swings backward and forward on why I should not be doing this, but the truth of the matter is, the moment she asked me, I knew I was going to say yes.
When I told her I needed to be in charge, she agreed so fucking sexily. I actually thought that would be the bit she argued about. I assumed she’d want to run the show and just use my dick to break her hymen, rather than doing it herself with a dildo. But she’d accepted my condition willingly, and then she’d blushed when she admitted she had no idea what she was doing when it came to sex.
It makes me wonder just how innocent she is. Has she kissed a guy? Touched his dick, jerked him off, sucked him into her mouth, and tasted his cum? Has she let anyone taste, lick, and touch her? Is she shaved, ready to be gifted, or natural, ready to be groomed to her future husband’s preference?
Fuck, just thinking about anyone else taking one of her firsts bothers me more than it should. She isn’t my girlfriend, wife, or anything in between. She’s nothing to me, and having sex with her will be nothing more than a simple exchange of services. I’ll take her virginity and save her sister, and she’ll get to free herself from an inheritance she no longer wants.
Simple.
Only there’s nothing simple about Princess. I’ve fucked my fair share of girls, and I enjoy sex as much as the next red-blooded teenage boy. I like the feeling of a hot mouth, pussy, or ass around my dick, and I’m not ashamed to admit that. But until today, I’ve never fantasized about it being Penelope’s mouth, pussy, or ass, and now it’s all I can think about.
It takes me less than thirty minutes to buy a video camera and a tripod and drive back to the marina, but now I’m frozen, sitting in my car, staring at my boat like it contains a live bomb, which I suppose it does.
My dick is so fucking hard, I’m considering jerking off just so I don’t blow the moment I see Princess’s cunt. I want to fuck her. I know I shouldn’t, because she’s a fucking awful person, but I just can’t help it. The thought of Penelope following my every command before I part her legs and fill her with my cock is one of my filthiest fantasies come to life, and even though I know this could all be part of a bigger manipulation, I still want her.
Needing to calm down, I close my eyes and draw in a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. The moment my eyelids close, all I can see are images of Princess on her knees while I feed my dick into her mouth and tell her exactly what to do to make me come.
Shit.
Snapping my eyes open again, I count to one hundred, silently banishing each dirty, depraved image that pops into my head. Eventually my heartbeat slows to a normal rate, and my dick calms enough that I can at least hide my erection beneath my boxers.
Grabbing the camera and tripod from the trunk, I walk up the gangplank and onto my boat. Despite me telling her to be in the bedroom when I got back, I’m still expecting to find her lounging dramatically on the couch or watching TV in the den, but instead the boat is silent, the living room empty.
For a second, I wonder if she left. Maybe she realized how crazy this was and ran? Padding quietly through the boat, I pause in front of the bedroom and brace myself for it to be empty. Turning the handle, I slowly open the door, pulling in a ragged, relieved breath when I find her exactly where I told her to be, sitting in the middle of my big bed, with the TV playing quietly in the corner.
“Hi,” she says, turning to face me, all of her attention focused on my face, just like I taught her.
Despite her abhorrent attitude and nasty demeanor, Penelope is incredibly malleable. In the time we’ve spent together today, I’ve told her twice that I expect her to be looking at me when we speak, and now she does it like it’s second nature. If she is a victim of her parents’ manipulation, then I’m starting to see how easy that would be. If I can moderate her behavior in a couple of hours, how much could they train her to do what they want in the years they’ve spent molding her into the perfect heiress?
“I thought you’d left,” I confess, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me.
“Why would I leave?” she asks earnestly.
“I thought you’d changed your mind. That would be okay, Penelope. If you had. We don’t have to do anything if you decide this isn’t how you want things to go down.”
Her gaze drops to the bag in my hand and she stiffens a little. “I haven’t changed my mind.”
Nodding, I fight the urge to reach down and adjust my thickening cock. “Why are you in here?”
Her brow furrows in confusion. “This is where you told me to be.”
Smiling, I nod. “And I’m in charge, aren’t I, Princess?”
Her nod is tentative, but I need more.
“You’re in charge, Hawthorn,” I prompt.
“You’re in charge, Hawthorn,” she echoes.
“Perfect,” I purr, reaching down and palming my hard cock. I’m more than aware that I have some control-related issues, but they only usually affect me because I refuse to force my idiosyncrasies onto other people. I’m more than happy to let the girls from school think they’re the ones calling the shots. I let them bounce on my dick and think they’re in charge, and I’m okay with that.
But it seems like Princess might be the exception, because touching her while even allowing her the semblance of being in charge feels completely wrong. I could try to pretend, like I do with most of the women I fuck, but there’s no way I could stop myself from taking over with her.
There’s something about the way Penelope looks at me, like I’m beneath her notice but her savior all at the same time, that makes the proclivities I usually fight to suppress surge to life. I’ve never once wanted to take care of and spank the shit out of anyone all at the same time, but that’s how I feel every moment that I’m around this infuriating woman.
Most teenage girls are fairly simple. They either want cock, money, or popularity. Penelope doesn’t really want any of those. She needs my cock to help break the will, and she’s admitted she’s attracted to me, but if we weren’t being thrown together by circumstance, I’m not sure she’d ever have deigned to talk to me, let alone beg me to fuck her.
She doesn’t need money. She has plenty in her trust fund and even more within touching distance if she was prepared to truly do whatever it takes to get it. And she’s never really sought popularity, either. Her parents have succeeded in making her infamous. Everyone knows who she is, they know what she’d be worth, and they know she’s happy to surround herself with people who all want something from her.
Penelope is nothing like the women I normally choose to fuck around with, and maybe that’s why I’m allowing myself to play by a whole new set of rules when it comes to her. Instead of being light-hearted and fun, I can be as dark and controlling as I want. I can demand and compel. I can order her and guide her, and she’ll do anything I say because she needs me to take control, almost as much as I do.
Just like I taught her, her gaze stays fixed on me as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth and nibbles on it absentmindedly. A pang of jealousy starts to burn in my gut. I’m jealous because I wish it was me biting her and nibbling on her soft flesh while she lays out like a gift and just takes it, because that’s what I told her to do. I already know that before I even lay a hand on her, that Penelope—my perfect little Princess—will do everything I ask her to, because I think she needs that control too. She’s strong enough to accept her weaknesses, and soon that weakness will be me.
Suddenly, I don’t care that I’m going to fuck her to save her sister. I don’t care that this isn’t about us wanting each other. I don’t give a fuck that all this is for the greater good and breaking her great-grandfather’s will. I don’t care about any of that, because right now all I care about is that soon I’m going to have her at my mercy, I’m going to own her until I’ve stolen her virginity. She’s going to be mine until I say I’m done, and I can’t fucking wait.
Without saying anything more, I step further into the room, dropping the bag I’m carrying onto the bed. Reaching in, I pull out the tripod I bought and slide it out of the box, unclipping the legs and extending them until they reach the floor.
“Did you get everything?” she asks, her eyes darting from me, to the tripod, to the bag, her fingers nervously twisting together in her lap.
“According to the clerk in the store, the video camera comes partially charged and with a few hours of internal memory built in, so we can record straight to it, and then you can transfer the footage onto a memory stick or a cloud, or just keep the camera, whatever you need,” I inform her, confidently unpacking the camera and attaching it to the tripod while she silently watches me.
“Okay.” Her voice shakes as she speaks, and I stop what I’m doing and turn to look at her.
“We don’t have to do this. Gulliver already has his lawyers going over the will with a fine-tooth comb. If there’s a loophole, they’ll find it. This isn’t the only way,” I assure her, even though my excited dick is screaming at me to keep my mouth shut. I want to touch her. I want to own her, at least for a little while, but I won’t push her if she’s changed her mind.
“No, I have to do this. A lawyer might eventually find a loophole, but what happens to me in the meantime? My parents have lost their minds, they’re out of control, and if they realize I’m trying to break the will, they’ll just spiral even faster. They gave me to Geoffrey and promised him we could get married in the next few months, before I even graduate high school. They told him he needed to get me pregnant as soon as possible. They want me to have that terrible man’s baby,” she cries, the horror and disgust so clear on her face that I start to reach out to comfort her, only stopping myself when I remember that Penelope and I aren’t friends and it’s doubtful she’d want my reassurance or support. “This is the only way, Hawthorn.”
Swallowing thickly, I sigh, then nod, leaving the camera to lower myself to the edge of the bed. Crooking my finger, I gesture for her to come to me. When she doesn’t immediately comply, I huff out a breath. “Come here,” I order.
Elegantly sliding across the comforter, she moves until she’s kneeling on the bed beside me.
“Sit in my lap,” I demand.
Her movements are slow and filled with insecurities, but she does as I ask, crawling onto my lap and resting her butt on my thighs, her back ramrod straight, her entire body stiff and taut.
“How old were you when your great-grandfather died?”
“Fourteen,” she answers.
“I don’t remember you before then. Who were your friends? Did you have a boyfriend?”
She shakes her head. “Izabella and I didn’t really know anyone when we started at GAA. We’d been homeschooled until then, and we didn’t really have a chance to get to know anyone before…well, before the will changed everything.”
“What about since? I know you’re a flirt, has a guy ever touched you, Princess?” I ask, lowering my voice until it’s a seductive purr.
“No,” she says breathily.
Lifting my hand, I run the side of my finger along her jaw. “Have you ever touched anyone? Ever kissed any of the boys on your list?”
“No.”
“That’s a lie, isn’t it Princess? I heard you tried to climb onto Gulliver’s dick. I heard you told him there were plenty of things you could do to him and still be a virgin.” I snap harshly.
Closing her eyes, she hides from me as her face pales. The moment her lids slip open again, she starts to climb out of my lap, but I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her tightly, forcing her to still. “I asked you a question, Penelope.”
Closing her eyes again, her expression takes on an imperious look. “Just because I’ve never done anything…doesn’t mean I’m unaware of what things to do,” she answers primly, snapping open her eyes as she lifts her chin, sounding exactly like the Penelope I know and hate.
“And what kind of things were you planning on doing to your sister’s fiancé?” I ask, mimicking her snooty tone.
Shoving at my arm, she tries to free herself of my hold. “Sit still,” I order, and she complies without thought.
“Whose idea was it to seduce your sister’s fiancé, yours or your mom’s?”
“Stop trying to make me innocent, I’m not,” she pants, her eyes bright and flashing with intensity. “I know my sister desperately needs me to be a victim. I know she wants me to be redeemable. But I’m not. I’m a terrible person. I did awful things. I’m just like them. I’m a Rhodes.”
“I know you’re not innocent nor a good person, but that’s not the question I asked you, is it?” I wait for her answer, but she doesn’t speak. “Princess.”
“Fine. Hers, it was her idea, but I went along with it, I did it,” she says in a rush, her cheeks red and her lower lip wobbling.
Penelope Rhodes is a grade A bitch; I didn’t imagine that. But unless she’s a really fucking good actress, this girl right here in my lap, the woman I’ve spent my morning with—my Princess—she’s a fucking mess. She’s insecure and sad and guilty, so fucking guilty that it’s oozing out of her. But she’s not making excuses or trying to downplay her role, and because of that, I feel myself soften a little toward both sides of her.
“Penelope, are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this?” I ask again, needing to make sure, to hear the words once more.
“I’m sure,” she says, her voice quiet but steely, her gaze fixed on mine.
Cupping her cheek in my palm, I exhale. “Okay. Go sit in the middle of the bed.”
Her inhale is shaky, but she does as I ask, effortlessly lifting herself out of my lap and positioning herself in the middle of the mattress.
Ignoring my hard cock, I finish setting up the camera, plugging the power cable into the outlet, and positioning the tripod so there’s a clear view of the bed. When I turn around, Penelope is exactly where I told her to be, tension radiating from her in palpable waves. Part of me wants to go to her, to promise her that everything is going to be okay, but the truth is, I don’t know if she’s going to be okay once this is all over, and I don’t want to lie to her.
Although she believes she’s just as complicit as her parents in everything they’ve done in the last few years, I’m starting to agree with Izzy that Penelope has been used and manipulated just as much as Izzy has been. She might not be blameless, but she’s definitely not as guilty as she believes herself to be.
Something about her nervousness excites me. I’m not her boyfriend. We’re not a couple, and this isn’t a sweet moment. My Princess asked me to fuck her and take her virginity. This is fucking. Sex. My dick in her hot, wet, virgin cunt, and I wish I could say I’m not excited about that, but I am.
Hitting record on the remote, I wait until I’m sure it’s all working before I lift my knee and climb onto the bed, my back to the camera. Pulling my shirt over my head, I drop it to the floor. Her eyes widen at the sight of my bare torso, but I’m not shy about being naked. I work out, and I know I look good.
“We’re going to take this slow, and you’re going to do exactly what I say, aren’t you, Princess?”
Her eyes are raking over my chest as she nods.
“Perfect. Now, I want you to take your top off.”
I don’t miss the slight jerk in reaction to my order, and I tilt my head to the side and assess her, waiting for her to say no, to stop this. But instead, her hands move to the hem of her sweater. There’s a light tremor in her fingers as she curls them into the fabric and starts to lift, revealing an inch of tantalizingly smooth skin at a time.
Time seems to stop, and I hold my breath while she tugs off her sweater and the shirt beneath it until she’s naked except for a soft pink bra. A puff of air bursts from my lips as I take her in. The color of her underwear surprises me. For some reason, I’d expected her to favor black, like her soul. The soft, girly color seems to scream young and innocent, neither of which are words I’d have used to describe Penelope until this morning. Now it seems almost apt that she’s dressed like a pure little princess when I’m about to thoroughly ravage her.
Her breasts are tiny, barely needing the bra that’s hiding her from my view. Her pert, hard nipples are straining to escape the confines of the silk, and my mouth waters as I fight the desire to pull her breast free and lap at her nipple with my tongue.
My heart beats faster as I imagine pulling her entire breast into my mouth and sucking, then biting down and marking her flesh as mine, pleasuring her with pain until she’s not sure if she wants to pull away or push closer to my mouth.
I wonder if she’ll like it when I suck on her nipples until they’re hard and pink. Could I make her come just by teasing her there? Is that what she wants? Does she want me to tease and toy and pleasure her? Or does she simply want me to shove my dick into her hard enough to break her hymen and then just pull out and walk away?
Fuck that. I’m in charge, and she wants that just as much as I do. I agreed to do this as long as I was in control, and I refuse to allow her to simply use my dick as a means to an end. Sex is about more than just putting my cock into a willing hole, and I refuse to let this be over until she’s mindless, completely lost to the pleasure I can give her. She’s mine until I say this is done, and by the time I do, I intend to have ruined her for any other man but me.
It’s a selfish, fucked-up thing to want, but I need her to compare every sexual experience she has in the future with this. I want her to remember me, to remember how she screamed so loud her throat was hoarse. Remember how sore she felt the next day and not just because I was the first person to be inside her, but because she was well used and satisfied. I want this experience cemented in her brain for the rest of her life, and if there’s any way to do it, I want a copy of the video so I can remember it too.
“Beautiful,” I rasp, my eyes roving over her torso, as I reach out and brush my fingertip across her hard nipple.
Her gasp is like music to my ears, and I repeat the action on her other nipple, back and forth, until the hard peaks are clearly visible through the fabric. “Bra off,” I order, my voice harder than I planned as my control slips.
Lifting her shaking hands, she reaches behind her.
“Stop.”
Freezing, her lips part, and she lets out a trembling breath.
“Let me do it,” I say, forcing some softness into my voice.
Her hands fall to her sides with an inelegant thud, but I don’t think she notices as she holds her breath, not moving as I reach around her and gently unclasp her bra. A soft whine falls from her lips as I carefully slip the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her.
“Turn around,” I order as I drop her bra, keeping my eyes fixed on her face as I give her a moment to adjust to her partial nakedness.
Slowly shuffling on her knees, she stops moving once her back is fully toward me. Without a top on, I can see just how thin and fragile she is. Her skin is flawlessly perfect, soft and smooth, and begging to be kissed. So, I do. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the center of her back, between her shoulder blades.
Her shoulders tense, then slowly relax as I kiss a path down her spine, then run a fingertip back up again, pushing her hair over one shoulder so I can see the nape of her neck.
“Perfect,” I whisper into her skin as I press one more kiss, sucking until there’s a hint of a mark marring her otherwise flawless skin.
“Turn back around. Let me see you,” I whisper. It’s still a command, but I don’t need to be loud for her to hear me and comply. She needs my control. I don’t know how I know it, but I do.
Inhaling slowly, her shoulders lift, then fall. This time when she turns, it’s faster, like she’s made the decision to embrace what we’re doing. Like she’s not hiding from me or this anymore. When she’s fully facing me, her eyes glance at the camera behind me for a split second, before all of her attention refocuses on me.
“Shall I take off my jeans?” she asks.
“Not yet. Cup your breasts, offer them to me.”
“They’re too small,” she whispers, shame lacing each word.
Hooking my thumb under her chin, I force her face up. “They’re perfect.”
Blinking, she stares at me like she’s seeing me for the first time, and then she leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I hadn’t planned to kiss her, because there’s something about a kiss that’s so much more intimate than the act of sex.
Losing your virginity doesn’t have to be a big thing, but a first kiss, that’s a moment that you remember and not because it hurt or was awful, but because of who you chose to give it to. Her lips move tentatively against mine, and without thought, I grab the back of her head and kiss her back. She gifted me this. She gifted me another first. Not because she needed me to take it, but because she wanted me to have it.
The moment I take over, she surrenders to the kiss, allowing me to move her exactly where I want to, while her lips part, ready for me to push my tongue into her mouth.
Instead, I nip at her full lower lip. When she yelps and tries to pull away, I force my way into her mouth, dominating her with my tongue, while she tries to mimic my movements.
I’ve lost count of how many kisses I’ve given and received, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’ll never forget this one. I pull back the moment she completely submits to me, eager for more now that I’ve had a taste of my Princess’s sweetness.
“Hawthorn,” she whispers breathily against my lips.
“It’s okay, Princess, just do as I say. That’s all you have to do. I’ll take care of everything else.”
A softness settles over her, and when she nods, some of her frantic energy has faded. Her shoulders are more relaxed, and she seems more at peace with her decision.
“Offer me your perfect breasts.”
Her movements are tentative, but when she finally cups both of her tits and lifts them, I smile widely, leaning forward and capturing one of her nipples between my lips.
I suck hard, loving the gasp it pulls from her, as I lave at her sensitive tip, alternating between sucking, licking, and nipping as her breaths become pants and moans and gasps. Arching her back, she pushes herself closer to me, desperate for more. But instead of allowing her to demand my attention, I pull back, enjoying the way her pupils dilate and her eyes become wild and feral and so fucking perfectly out of control.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, tangling her fingers in my hair and trying to pull me closer.
“Hands by your sides,” I snarl.
Her lips part, and I can tell she wants to argue, but her body reacts and her hands fall to the bed, making my dick even harder with how beautifully she follows my orders. I can see in her expressive eyes just how confused and frustrated she is, but this is how I want her. How I need her to be—to be able to give herself over to me completely. I want her desperate, lost to the pleasure and sensation, and even though the only part of her I’ve really explored is her tits, she’s already close. But not close enough, nowhere near close enough, not yet. But she will be.
“Lie back.” Unfurling like a lazy cat, she lounges back into the pillows, her halo of blonde hair fanning out around her. Part angel, part demon, she looks like a femme fatale sent to seduce me, and I can’t help but smile at the sight of her. Her tits are rising and falling with her breaths, and there’s something about her being topless while still wearing jeans that makes my dick impossibly harder.
After I’ve looked my fill, I follow her down, pressing a kiss against her throat, then working my way down her torso until my chin is resting on her denim covered mound. Even through two layers of fabric, I can still smell the heady scent of her arousal. “I can smell how much you want me,” I growl, unbuttoning her jeans and slowly pulling down her zipper until I can see a hint of her pink panties beneath.
Sitting back onto my knees, I peel the denim off her body while she lays still and allows me to unwrap her like a fucking gift, until she’s naked except for a scrap of pink silk.
“Look at you,” I purr, my eyes going hooded as I admire the sight before me.
“Hawthorn,” she whispers, and I can hear the need in her voice.
“I’ve got you, Princess,” I promise, sliding my palms up her thighs, then roughly forcing her legs to part. Her gasp is loud, and I smile, enjoying how off balance she sounds. “Keep them apart,” I warn.
Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, and her skin tinged pink with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. She looks like the sexiest fucking virgin I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to corrupt her. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be thoroughly ravaged and wearing my cum like a goddamn medal of honor.
Burying my face between her legs, I inhale deeply, my thumbs pressing into her thighs when she tries to close her legs. “Who’s in charge, Penelope?”
“You are,” she gasps.
“And I told you to keep your legs wide open.”
She nods, but I don’t need her to, because I feel her submission when the tension in her thighs dissipates and her knees fall to the side, putting herself on display for me, simply because I told her to. Curling my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I drag them down her thighs, pushing her legs together until the fabric slips free of her feet. The moment they’re off, I lift my chin and look at her face, holding her gaze until she spreads her legs wide for me again.
The moment she complies, I lift the scrap of fabric in my hand to my nose and inhale deeply. “These are mine now,” I tell her, pushing the wet silk into the pocket of my pants before I lie down between her thighs.
Lifting one of her legs, I encourage her to bend her knee, pushing her thigh wide enough that I can lie chest down between her legs. “No,” I snap when her hands move to cover herself. “Hands by your sides, hold onto the sheets if you need to.”
Her fingers immediately tangle into the fabric of the comforter beneath her, and she squeezes her eyes closed, like she can’t bear to look.
“Look at me,” I order, and her lids flutter open. “I want to watch you.” Keeping our gazes locked, I lean forward and lick a hot path from her clit all the way to her soaked entrance.
Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t close her eyes again. Satisfied, I run my tongue through her folds, allowing the tip to slide into her channel, before I slip it free and lick back to her clit, circling the tiny mound of nerves with my tongue.
“Oh god,” she whines, long and low.
“Does that feel good?”
Licking her lips, she nods, and I smile. “I’m just getting started.”
Holding her thighs wide, I lean forward and start to lap at her cunt, swallowing down all of her arousal. She tastes delicious, sweet and hot and so fucking wet. “So wet for me,” I praise as she squirms, lifting her ass and trying to force my tongue where she wants me.
“More,” she pants.
“You’ll get more when I’m ready to give it to you,” I growl, releasing my hold on her thigh. Closing my lips around her clit, I suck, scraping my teeth over the tiny pearl while Penelope writhes beneath me.
Using my tongue, I flick the tip back and forth over her swollen clit, then slide a single finger into her tight, sopping hole. Pushing my finger in to the knuckle, I curl the end, searching for her G-spot. The moment I find it, her core clamps down onto my fingers, and she comes with a wail, her hold on the bed forgotten as she tangles her fingers into my hair.
Watching her come is fucking breathtaking. She’s completely naked, vulnerable to my gaze, panting for breath, her eyes still wide, and her hair a mess spread haphazardly across the pillows behind her. She looks the most free she’s ever looked, and my dick is so hard a soft wind could tip me over the edge and have me coming in my pants.
“You’re beautiful, Princess,” I whisper.
Her gaze lands on me, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. For the first time, she’s not combative, nor is she weak. In this moment, she looks formidable, and ethereal, and fucking mine. I shouldn’t be thinking that way, but I can’t help it.
When her eyes move to the camera, I’m dragged out of my fantasy and back into reality. This isn’t an intimate moment between lovers. This is a purposeful sex tape with the intent of me absolving her of her virginity, not making her come, or watching her transform into a person I’ve never seen before.
I’ll never forget the way she looked only moments ago, but I wish I could delete the footage so no one else would ever get to witness it. Everything that just happened was only between us, and it shouldn’t be for anyone else’s eyes. Not even if it means breaking a will and ending the nightmare both girls are living in.
“I’m sorry, I forgot about the camera,” I admit.
Glancing at it again, she shrugs. “I kind of forgot too,” she whispers, her voice soft.
“I’ll make us forget again. Do you want to come on my fingers or tongue this time?”
“You want me to come again?” she chokes.
“I’m going to make you come over and over, Princess,” I tell her, rubbing my thumb in circles over the soft skin at the top of her thigh.
“But why? You don’t even like me. I thought…”
“You thought I’d just shove your legs open and slam my dick into you?” I snap. “Jesus Penelope, it doesn’t matter how I feel about you. You asked me to do this, and I am. I told you it would be my way, that I was in control. I’m going to own you, Princess. Until this is over, I want your soul to belong to me. I don’t want you to even think unless I’ve told you to do it. I want you mindless, boneless, and consumed. I want to hear my name fall from your lips and have it be the only thing you know how to say, because the only thing that exists to you is me.”
Her lips part, but the only sound that comes out is a ragged gasp.
“Is that what you want? If it’s not, we can stop this now, but if you do—if you want to fall down this rabbit hole with me, if you want to give yourself over to me until this is done—then say yes. I need to hear the word.”
“Yes,” she says, and a single tear rolls down her cheek.
I can’t help myself. I crawl over her and lick the tear from her skin because it’s mine, all of her is. “Fingers or tongue, or do you want me to decide?”
“You decide, I…I don’t…you decide,” she mumbles, her words rushed.
I chuckle, I can’t help it. “Put your heels on the bed and hold your knees back.”
She does exactly as I ask, and I dive in, licking at her clit with gusto while she almost jumps off the bed, her back arching as she lets out a mewl that makes my dick ache. I eat her, lapping up her taste as I slide my finger back inside of her, letting her slickness help me slip into her tightness.
She’s even wetter than before, her body visibly more excited now that she knows exactly how good I can make her feel. Listening to the way her breath increases when I do something that feels good, I start to learn her body and the tiny moans she makes as I hit that spot inside of her that makes liquid heat roll down my hand, coating me in her arousal.
Her orgasm comes out of nowhere, and she screams out in pleasure, her cunt tightening around my finger as I smile against her sex. Not stopping, I slide a second finger into her pussy, stretching her as I flick my tongue faster, not giving her body a chance to relax before she’s hurtling toward her third orgasm of the day. This time her entire body arches, her muscles tense as she cries my name, her voice ragged and fucking perfect.
“Hawthorn,” she calls again, her muscles twitching as wave upon wave of pleasure courses through her.
“One more, Princess, then I’m going to fuck you, but I need to watch you come once more,” I tell her, my own voice nothing more than a rasp as I sit up, pushing her legs further into her chest.
Sliding my fingers out of her, I carefully add a third finger before I slide them back into her sex, needing to stretch her so I don’t hurt her when I fuck her. She’s so wet. My hand is coated in her arousal, and her scent has consumed the room, filling each breath I take with the taste of her sweetness.
Finding her clit with my thumb, I rub it while I carefully fuck her with my fingers, watching her expression to ensure she’s feeling nothing but pleasure. She writhes against the bed, her body moving instinctually, her hips grinding against my hand, riding my fingers as her pussy continues to clamp down on me. I want to push her higher to see how much I can get her to give herself over to me. I want to touch her everywhere and drive her wild with my thumb in her ass, my fingers in her pussy, and my tongue on her clit, but I don’t want to let her slip off this cliff of pleasure she’s atop of.
I want to fuck her more than I want my next breath—more than anything else I’ve ever craved in my entire life. But I need her to come first. I need her to be consumed with pleasure when I push my cock into her cunt. I need her lost to everything but my touch, my desires, my control. So, I tamp down my need to take her over completely, and instead I pinch her clit and bite her nipple, basking in the scream that escapes her lips as she tips over the edge into hedonistic ecstasy.
“It’s time, Princess. If you don’t want my cock inside of you, you need to tell me now,” I rasp, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them off, until I’m naked, my dick rock-hard and precum dripping from the tip.
“Princess,” I call again, my voice stern, my control balancing on a knife’s edge, but needing to hear her consent before I take what belongs to me.
“Yes, god yes,” she pants, her eyes closed, her chest heaving, and her nipples pink and swollen.
“Thank fuck.” As I move, my mind flits through the various sexual positions we could use. Bent over and open for me. Riding my cock while her petite tits bounce. Slammed against a wall while I hold her in place and fuck into her. But despite the options, the only way I can truly imagine fucking her for the first time is with her pinned beneath me, her legs wrapped around me, while she takes everything I’m going to give her.
Crawling over her, I lift her arms and position her hands beside her head. Making room for myself between her thighs, I grab my dick and slide the head between her folds, coating myself in her arousal. Her eyes shutter, and I feel her tense. There’s nothing I can do to prevent this first time hurting her, but the idea of causing her pain tugs at something inside of me.
Instead of taking what I need, I cup her cheek with my palm and dip down until my lips are pressed to hers. I kiss her slow and long and drugging, teasing her tongue with mine, teaching her how to play until she’s eagerly kissing me back. Once she’s relaxed, I guide my head to her soaked entrance and push into her.
She’s hot and wet and so fucking tight that I barely get the head of my cock inside of her before she clamps her muscles, trapping me in place. “Relax,” I purr, tugging her bottom lip between my teeth.
Her eyes snap open and her gaze locks with mine, and somehow my dick gets even harder, until I’m worried I might shoot my load before I’ve even gotten all the way inside of her.
“Let me in,” I demand, grinding my hips and forcing my way in a little deeper. “Who’s in control, Princess?”
“You are,” she breathes, and it’s like the reminder of her submission has a direct link to her body because the vise grip she has on my dick loosens slightly, and I push into her until the head of my cock meets the barrier of her virginity.
“Fuck, you feel amazing. So tight, fucking perfect,” I praise, moving my thumb to her clit and rubbing circles over the tiny bundle of nerves. Her breathing hitches, and I feel as her discomfort is replaced with lust as a fresh surge of wetness coats my dick.
A part of me wants to slam forward to take her hard and fast, to fuck her like I hate her. But I’m not that much of a bastard. Instead, I press my lips to her ear and tell her all the dirty, depraved things I want to do to her. “Fuck, Princess, your greedy virgin cunt is so tight. I can’t wait to be all the way inside of you. I’m going to make you come on my cock, then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you with your face pressed into the bed. I’m going to spank your perfect ass and leave bite marks all over those sexy little tits of yours. I’m going to fuck you until the only words you can say are more, harder, and please. I’m going to ruin this cunt for anyone else because it’s mine, isn’t it, Princess? It’s mine, and I’m going to fill it with my cum. You’ve made my dick so hard that once I’ve filled you up, I’m going to cover your tits with my cum too. I’m going to rub it into your skin so that no matter how many times you shower, you never stop smelling like me.” I don’t stop talking and rubbing her clit until she’s on the verge of another orgasm, then when she’s seconds away from release, I pull my hips back and thrust forward, filling her in one movement until her cunt is full of my dick.
Her eyes close and her face crumples, her shoulder curling in against the shock of the pain. A sharp hiss falls from her kiss-swollen lips, and a single tear drips from her eye, rolling down her cheek and falling to the comforter beneath her.
“That’s it, Princess, just breathe, you’re taking my dick so well. You’re perfect, Princess, so fucking perfect,” I coo, giving her a minute to get used to the feeling of me inside of her before I move.
Parting her lips, I watch as she sucks in a shuddering breath. After a second, her face begins to relax, and I carefully pull back an inch, then gently slide back inside of her. “Open your eyes, Princess, I want you to watch me while I fuck you,” I order.
Slowly, her eyelids part and despite the glassiness in her eyes, there’s a hint of fire reflected back at me. Neither of us say it, but I know we’re both thinking the same thing. That she just took back control of her life. That she’s not a virgin anymore, and that everything we do from now on isn’t about the will, it’s about us.
Penelope and I are practically enemies, but in this moment, I can see the trust in her eyes, and it only heightens the myriad of sensations I’m already feeling. Moving slowly, I roll my hips, sliding in and out of her in slow, shallow grinds, pulling back further each time until her minute winces fade and are replaced with tiny gasps of pleasure.
When her pupils dilate and her fingers relax, I exhale a shaky breath, relieved that I’m not hurting her anymore. Grabbing her legs, I carefully untangle them from behind my back, pushing her knees into her chest. “Hold your legs up,” I gently order, feeling my dick twitch when she immediately complies.
Leaning down, I claim her lips, kissing her passionately for a long moment, until her pussy starts to clench around my dick, silently demanding I move. A smirk tugs at my lips as I start to fuck her properly, grinding my hips as I thrust in and out of her, not as violently as I’d like but harder than I should. “Jesus Christ,” I rasp. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. You want to come on my dick, don’t you, Princess? You want me to fill you up with my cum.”
Her reply is nothing more than a garbled moan as her head thrashes from side to side. Abandoning her hold on her legs, she wraps one arm around my neck and covers her mouth with the other, like she plans to stifle her screams. If we had more time, I’m confident I could make her come just from my dick, but feeling her orgasm around my cock is more important than worrying about my ego right now. Reaching a hand between us, I find her swollen clit and rub it while I slam into her, hard and fast, taking control of her body and demanding she comes before I explode.
“Come on, Princess, scream for me. I want you to scream my fucking name while I own your cunt,” I snarl, demanding her compliance.
“Oh god,” she whines.
Straightening one of her legs, I push it back, spreading her wide as I fuck her, like making her come is a life-and-death situation. When her entire body tenses, I pinch her clit between my finger and thumb, and she comes on a scream, the sound of my name reverberating around the room. Her pussy clamps down on my dick, making me come so hard I cry out as she spasms around me. Her cunt pulses, trapping my dick in a vise grip, and I keep coming until every drop of cum is drained from me and I fall forward on top of her, panting and gasping for air.
“Oh my god,” she rasps, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat.
Chuckling softly, I lift my weight off her, carefully lowering her legs. Keeping her thighs spread wide, I slide my dick out of her, then watch, riveted as my cum drips from her slit. A sense of ownership barrels through me, and I both love and hate it at the same time.
Rolling beside her, I drag her to me, needing to have her close to me while our breathing settles and our bodies cool from what is easily the most intense sexual experience of my life. I’m half expecting her to pull away and distance herself, but instead she burrows into my arms, clinging to me as she lets me comfort her.
My eyes fall on the camera still recording at the end of the bed, and I grab the remote and turn it off. Neither of us speaks. There’s nothing to say, so instead I lift my hand and run my fingers through her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Closing my eyes, I pull her close and focus on enjoying this moment with her, because I know it’s only a matter of time until it’s over.