Six Margo
Six
Margo
I cringe. His face is so earnest; guilt bubbles in me.
I made my bed, now I gotta lie in.
“Listen, Jonas, I just came by to sign the loan over to the Moths.” I bite my lip. “That’s all.”
His head shakes hard enough that his nose ring lifts. He puts something down on a cutting board and emerges from behind the kitchen island.
I look to the head of the crime ring, a snake demoness with an amused look on her face.
I hurry ahead as he steps towards me. I whisper, “I’m sorry I wasn’t up front. I thought you realized it was just… an animal attraction thing.” I shrug.
Did I just say ‘animal’? Is that offensive? Shit.
He gently takes my elbow, pulling me closer and turns me, our backs now to the rather intimidating demoness.
“Margo, baby, please. We need to talk.” He blinks those soulful eyes at me.
I frown. “Don’t call me that. We need to have a professional relationship, since you did convince me to sell my loan to your organization; I imagine we’ll be seeing each other.”
He snorts. “A professional relationship? There was nothing professional about you thigh-fucking me and cumming all over my cock.”
My mouth drops open. “Quit!” I hiss.
I swear the snake demoness bites down a laugh.
My cheeks pink. “It was a one-night-stand, Jonas!”
“I cannot have a ‘one-night-stand’ with my destined!” His voice is low but full of hurt.
I blink furiously.
“Your what?” I hiss, and his ears flare out sideways.
He frowns, worry crossing his handsome face. He turns me towards the stairs.
Over his shoulder he tosses, “Excuse us, Rosie.”
He hustles me carefully down the stairs, through the kitchen, and into a giant pick-up truck.
My legs feel leaden and my vision is blurry.
His what?
His what?
His what??
The slam of the door jerks me out of it. I look around his truck and see a notepad. I blink at it as the driver door opens. He quickly hands me his keys.
“I’m not taking you anywhere, baby, so don’t be scared.” He leans his head back, sunlight glinting off his nose ring. His eyes close, his long lashes resting on his fur. “I just had to talk to you. Alone.”
“I’m your what?” slips out of my mouth, loud and unbidden.
I look down at my hands; staring at him isn’t an option. Or not if I want to have any clear thoughts.
“My mate. My destined. The soul that matches mine.” His words are robotic.
That hurts, I find. No passion, no… care. Nothing like the way he talked to me during our ‘business meeting.’
“What… what does that mean?” I blurt.
My eyes focus on the notepad again. I see times written along the margin. I tilt my head, gazing harder.
“It means we belong together, Margo. And I… fuck, I want that. I want you.”
I see his head raise from the corner of my eye. But my name in the notes catches my eye too. I pick up the pad.
“No!” he yells, but I already have it in hand.
“Are you stalking me?” I ask, outraged, as I skim my comings and goings from the past week. ‘Bowling with friends?’ is circled, and under it ‘or a date?!?’
“It was my bowling league!” I shout.
“Oh, thank fuck,” he breathes.
For whatever reason, that makes me laugh. I’m laughing until I’m wiping tears from my eyes. As soon as I dash them away, Jonas’s big, warm hands take mine sweetly.
“Baby girl, I’m not gonna say I’m sorry. Because I’m not. I just wanted to know you were safe.”
I shake my head, my smile still on my face, “I’ve lived almost forty years without you, you creepy stalker.”
He huffs a laugh and tugs me to him. I slide over, tucking myself under his arm.
“Do you feel our bond?” he whispers into my hair, snuffling gently.
I sigh. “Yeah, I do. I… thought I was just being a sentimental sap who got her mind blown with incredible orgasms.”
“Those things are true,” he rumbles. “But you’re also my destined. And…” he hesitates, “I’d like to blow your mind with orgasms every night.”
“Every night?” I yelp.
“Every night.”
I signed over my loan in a haze, then Jonas walked me to my car. A kiss that melted me, toes curling and panties getting wet. He sniffed and grinned and promised to be at the shop at closing time.
It’s now closing time and every moment I’m not thinking about the car above me, I’m thinking about Jonas above me.
The door sings, and I roll myself back. Grabbing a rag, I head to the front. Sure enough, there is Jonas. My mate.
His blue jeans are tight enough that I can see the outline of his huge cock. He catches me looking and chuckles.
“Just being near you has me half hard, princess.” He rubs his ear as his tail lashes. “I’ve been thinking about how hot you smelled all day long.” He crosses to me and leans down, laying a soft kiss on my mouth. “That cute pussy still in need of some attention from Daddy?”
I moan, pressing my body against his. “Yes, Daddy,” I say softly.
I follow Jonas to his house. I’m surprised to find it’s in northern San Hades, in a cute, old neighborhood. An older but large adobe house, a white picket fence, a good-sized lot. As I park in the driveway, I notice a sunroom stuffed with plants off one side.
He opens my door for me, and I smile. “Are you always going to do that for me?”
“If you have to ask, I’m insulted.”
I snort and take his offered hand even as I snag my weekender bag I hastily packed at lunchtime.
He unlocks the curved door, and just inside are several paper bags.
He grabs them, tucking them against his side.I give him a questioning look, which he answers, “I had one of our guys pick up a delivery for me.”
He places that warm hand on my back as he turns me to the right.
The kitchen is open and full of light. The sunroom is off to the side.
I put my bag down and step into the cute sunroom, grinning as I see the potted lemon tree, complete with tiny lemons, and several happy-looking pepper plants, red peppers looking ripe.
He’s unpacking the bags as I turn back to him.
“Princess, I love that look on your face,” he rumbles.
I open my mouth to reply, but among the groceries—feta cheese, fresh pasta, and a few other things—I spot a gallon sized container of lube.
My face pinks and I hiss, “You had someone from your crime ring buy you lube?”
A smile dances on the edge of his long mouth. “Yes.”
“For me?” I add, stupidly.
“Of course. I mean, it’s for both our enjoyment, but I’m not using it with anyone but you, baby girl.” Still, he smirks.
He crosses the space between us, arms coming around me. I lean against his chest and exhale, something inside me feeling right.
“That wet pussy needs my attention, huh?” he asks, though it’s clearly a rhetorical question. “You’ll feel better after I take care of you. You sure you don’t want dinner first?”
I shake my head, and he chuckles, scooping me up in his arms. He snags the lube on the way by the table.
“That little cunt is hungrier, huh? Daddy will make it better.”
When he puts me down on the immense bed, covered in sapphire blue shades, I squeak. “I’m still in my jumpsuit!” I hop off, and he growls.“And you look adorable in it.”
I unzip it and tug it off. “I just don’t want to make a mess on your bed.”
“Oh, you’re gonna,” he rumbles.
He unbuttons and tugs his shirt off, then grabs his belt.
I wiggle.
“Oh, ho, does my good girl need a spanking?”
I blush. “Mayyyyyybe.”
He nods. “Anything my girl wants, she gets. But not right now. I have something else in mind.”
I reach behind me, and he tuts.
“I got it, baby girl,” he whispers, arms sliding around me. He deftly unhooks my bra and pulls my panties off in a smooth motion. His soft hands run over my nude body and I stretch, enjoying his touch and attention.
He eventually continues, “I’m not sure you can take my big bull cock just yet, but I’m gonna try to open you up enough so at least I get the tip in.”
I squirm, excited.
He continues, “I wanna seed you. I need my mate to smell of me. So you’re gonna have to take my cockhead, princess.”
Oh, holy shit.
Jonas chuckles. “You like that idea, huh?” He drags the back of his hand against my sex.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and he drops to his knees. Heat flares through me, and he grabs my knees, opening me.
I moan, head dipping back.
“Fuck, my girl is gorgeous,” Jonas rumbles, his broad tongue licking my thigh. He laps closer and closer to my pussy, but doesn’t touch it.
“Daddy,” I whine, squirming.
“Poor princess,” he says between kisses along the edge of my center. “So fucking needy. So ready for my tongue.”
He latches over my clit, long lips firmly around it, and I buck up.
His large hands slide upwards, each taking a breast. He works my nipples even as he gently presses me back onto the bed.
Once I’m flat, one hand slides down, under his face, and he teases my entrance.
Fuck, I’m going to lose my mind. I want him in me.
I look up, trying to plead with my eyes.
I stare at his wide horns which curl up just slightly.
They look perfect for… leg holds. I smirk and carefully lift one leg, hooking my knee over his horn.
I don’t put much weight on it until his dark eyes flick up and he grunts, sliding a hand up that leg reassuringly, even as he works my clit hard.
My head drops back as my eyes close. His hand lifts my other leg up onto his horn. The angle is incredible, and he drops low to lick up my pleasure. His ring rubs my clit maybe four times and I explode.
The waves are hard and fast. I feel a nipple played with, and the pressure of Jonas’s nose ring doesn’t stop. Something about what he brings out of me, the orgasms are just so intense.
I squirm and wiggle, and he continues to work his tongue inside me as he rhythmically nods his head so his ring is rubbing me. It’s so much.
But Jonas doesn’t stop. Perhaps worse, I find there is nothing I can do about it in this position, legs over his horns.
“Jonas,” I gasp.
He continues to lap and slurp at me.
“Daddy!”
No pause. I guess I’m just gonna have to take it. I smirk. Oh no, what a terrible fate.