Chapter 10
Victoria
I swallow. Why does that sound so nice? David basically said the same thing, claimed me without asking, but it made my stomach churn. With Blaze, I feel cherished.
“Baby, unlike that jackass, I will never glance at another woman. I can assure you of that. Well, except for my cousins’ wives. I often roll my eyes at them. I suppose that could be considered a glance.”
I giggle. “Seems like it would be impolite to ignore them if they live in this house. Do they all live here?”
“Yep. So far. It’s not mandatory. There are some other structures on the property.
I haven’t looked at them yet, but I hear there are small homes.
Old. Falling apart. Plus, anyone could build somewhere on the estate if they wanted, but the mansion is huge.
We can all easily live here. I’m telling you, it’s a strange place.
Once you arrive, it holds you like a magnet.
You’re in, baby. There’s no escaping,” he teases.
That idea is so weird.
“As for your size, he’s an asshole. I’ve fallen for the woman inside you, your mind, and your heart.
You’re sexy as fuck, but you’ll be sexy round with my babies, too.
And you’ll be sexy when your breasts are full and your nipples thick.
That dickface might have wanted a permanently skinny piece of arm candy, but I’m looking forward to seeing your body at different sizes and stages.
And I will worship you during all of them. ”
The blood has drained from my face. He’s serious.
I slide my hands to his shirt and fist the front of it, pulling it even tighter across his pecs. “What if I’d rather get an IUD?” I challenge.
He winces.
I lift a brow. “How is him demanding that I not get pregnant any different from you demanding that I do?” I tremble as those words leave my mouth.
Suddenly, all I can picture is me waddling around this mansion pregnant while this god of a man dotes on me.
Is the idea appealing? It seems to be a thing around here, but I’m not sure I’m cut out to be a mom.
The only example I have of a mother is my stepmom, and I’d say she was a bit of a failure.
Madness. I shake my head as if it’s full of cobwebs.
This isn’t the first time in the last twenty-four hours that I’ve wondered if I’m not still hallucinating, trapped in that ravine.
Has it even been a full day? How am I lying on this antique bed in this stranger’s mansion, talking about pregnancy?
I’ve never contemplated the idea of having kids.
It’s not on my radar. The thought of growing a human makes me break out into a cold sweat.
Plus, I’d get sick and uncomfortable. Then I’d have to push that person out of my vagina.
That has to hurt. And on top of that, I’d have to take care of a helpless baby.
All of that is daunting. I’m only twenty-one.
Blaze grabs my face and kisses me, holding the back of my head so I can’t escape, the same way I did to him for our first kiss.
He hypnotizes me with his mouth. When I start moaning, he lets his hand slide to wrap around my torso so that his fingers reach my back and his thumb strokes the underside of my breast.
I arch into his touch, my body on fire for him. When he finds my nipple and teases it, I whimper. It feels so good. If I had ever let another man touch me like this, would it have felt the same? I doubt it.
Blaze breaks the kiss, but he pulls my head to his shoulder and sets his lips on my ear.
“Baby, we’re a team. I know it in my soul.
” His thumb rubs my nipple slowly over and over while he whispers, “I can feel your heart racing. I bet your pussy is soaked. You can deny it for now, but the idea of being pregnant with my child will soon make you tremble.”
I can’t catch my breath.
He doesn’t stop. He nibbles on my earlobe and keeps talking, “We’ll never have a barrier between us, baby. Just you and me. No condoms. No IUDs. When you’re ready to commit to me for a lifetime, I will fill you so full with my come that your body will submit on its own.”
My breath hitches.
“I can’t wait to watch you waddling around this mansion, barefoot and pregnant. You’re going to be fucking sexy as hell.” He slides his hand around to cup my breast entirely. “These tits make my mouth water, and they will when they’re heavy with milk, too. I’m looking forward to drawing from them.”
My head is spinning. I can’t keep up with his string of thoughts.
I’m stuck on the first part about committing to him.
“Are you saying you don’t plan to have sex with me until I agree to marry you?
” My voice squeaks. I was kind of hoping he might fuck me, right here, right now.
That’s how horny I am. And this is a first for me.
He leans back, still gripping my neck. “Baby, I’m not going to have sex with you until after you say ‘I do.’”
I gasp. “You can’t be serious.”
“Totally serious.”
I press my thighs together. My pussy is pulsing with need. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced, and he wants to wait for marriage? What century are we in?
Blaze releases my breast to grip the back of my thigh, his palm on my butt. “Stop squirming, naughty girl. No masturbating. Your orgasms are mine. All of them. Don’t you dare touch yourself without permission. That includes rubbing your legs together to get relief.”
I’m panting. What the fuck? My breasts feel heavy, which is not something I’ve ever experienced. All that talk about them being filled with milk has made them seem larger. My nipples are hard points, begging for more attention. And he’s right. I need to come. I feel…desperate.
That’s the very word he used to describe what happens to everyone who enters this mansion. I think I get it now.
“Tell me, Vicky… Are you wet for me?”
“Yes…” I breathe out. I even bend my knee and pull my top leg toward my chest, opening myself up to him. Without panties, I’m vulnerable.
He slides his fingers around the back of my thigh as he leans back to look me in the eyes. “You won’t get my cock until we’re married, but I will make you wish you could have it, baby.” He inches his fingers closer to my pussy and tugs on the skin, opening me up, exposing my entrance to the air.
I gasp. That damn desperation consumes me. I’ve never felt anything close to this. I would probably agree to marry him this afternoon if I could stand on my own.
Blaze doesn’t release my gaze as he finally strokes one finger through my folds. So gently, I’m not even sure he’s touching me.
My head tips back, and my eyes roll into my skull.
“Eyes on me,” he demands.
Wetness runs out of me to coat his finger at his dominance. But I also lower my gaze to his again.
“Good girl. Tell me how many men have been inside you,” he commands.
I flush.
“I don’t care what the number is, baby. I just want to know how much experience you’ve had.”
“None,” I whisper, feeling incredibly vulnerable.
His brows lift. “You’re a virgin?” he murmurs.
I nod, swallowing.
He smiles and brings his forehead to mine. “Fuck me.” He dances his fingers along my folds.
I can’t breathe as sensation overwhelms me. Nerve endings I’m unfamiliar with awaken. I’m all tingly and hot between my legs.
“This pussy is all mine?”
Apparently. It’s not like I could tell him no. I’m trapped here, just like he said I would be. It’s not as though he didn’t warn me this would happen, but supernatural shit is freaking me out a bit. Does this old mansion really have powers?
“What’s been inside your sweet cunt, Vicky? Tampons? Dildos? Vibrators?”
I shiver. “Just tampons.”
He hesitates. “Not even your fingers, baby?”
I shake my head. I’m embarrassed, but I think it pleases him, so there’s no reason to be. I shared a room while I was in college, and there was no way I would have masturbated in my stepmom’s house. I wouldn’t have taken the risk of getting caught.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“No,” I mumble. I’ve never even been close to the sensations I’m feeling right now.
Blaze removes his finger from my pussy, making me whimper. He lifts it between us. It’s glistening with my arousal, and he brings it into his mouth and sucks it clean.
It’s so dirty.
Blaze rolls me to my back and moves down my body. He holds my gaze as he slowly lifts my thighs and pushes them open. “Does your leg hurt, baby?” he asks gently.
I shake my head. My leg? I don’t even remember why it would hurt.
He kneels between my thighs and slowly pushes my T-shirt up my body until I’m fully exposed to him. After guiding it over my head, he traps my hands by pressing the tangled shirt to the pillows. “Can you keep your hands here, baby?”
Fuck. His voice… So damn soothing. So erotic.
Sexy. I don’t even know how to describe it.
I give a quick nod. My body is on fire. I feel so vulnerable.
He saw me naked yesterday. Every inch of me.
There’s no reason for me to feel exposed, as though this is my first time naked with a man. It’s my second.
Blaze is the only man who has ever seen me naked, and I pretty much told him that. He doesn’t seem to mind my ridiculous innocence.
Still pressing against my wrists, he says, “I’m going to devour your pussy, baby. I want to swallow your first orgasm. I want to hear you scream.”
My heart is beating in my ears. This is like a scene out of a book or a movie. Not the sort of thing that happens in real life. I may not have ever had an orgasm, but I’m suddenly very close. My pussy is pulsing from the suggestion in his filthy words.
“Do you want my mouth on your pussy, baby?”
I nod again. Rapidly. “Yes.”
“Do you want my tongue to thrust into your cunt?”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Good girl.” He releases my wrists and shifts his body down several inches. When his face is level with my breasts, he pauses to take one of my nipples into his mouth.