Chapter 9 #2
"Let them," I growl, dragging the zipper down, revealing her bare back.
No bra, as I'd instructed. "Let them whisper that I'm a cradle-robbing bastard.
Let them speculate that you're a gold digger.
None of it matters." I push the dress off her shoulders, baring her breasts to my hungry gaze. "All that matters is this. Us."
As the limo speeds through the city toward home—toward our future—I claim her mouth again, my hands everywhere, marking, possessing. The world beyond these tinted windows can burn for all I care. I have everything I need right here in my arms.
My little bird surprises me, slipping from my grip with a graceful movement I didn't expect. Before I can pull her back, she slides to her knees on the floor of the limo, her eyes never leaving mine as her hands work at my belt buckle.
"What are you doing?" I ask, though it's perfectly fucking clear what she's doing.
"I want to please you," she whispers, and Christ, the sight of her—my ring glittering on her finger as she unfastens my pants—nearly makes me come right then.
I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just holding. Claiming. "You don't have to."
"I know." Her smile is shy but determined. "I want to."
When she takes me in her hand, I hiss through my teeth at the sensation. Her fingers barely wrap around my girth, a reminder of how small she is compared to me, how delicate. How thoroughly I've ruined her for anyone else.
"I've never done this before," she admits, stroking me experimentally. "Tell me how."
Fuck. The confession sends a fresh surge of blood to my already painfully hard cock. Of course she hasn't done this before. No one else has touched her like this, tasted her, claimed her. Every virgin part of her belongs to me alone.
"Open your mouth," I command, my voice rough with need. "Take me in slowly, just the tip at first."
She obeys beautifully, those pink lips stretching around my girth. The sight alone nearly undoes me—innocent Wren on her knees in a moving limo, my ring on her finger, her mouth learning the shape of my cock.
"That's it," I praise as she takes me deeper. "Good girl. Use your tongue."
Her inexperience is obvious but somehow makes it better, more intimate. She's learning this for me.
"Look at me," I demand, tightening my grip in her hair. "I want to see those pretty blue eyes while you take me."
She glances up, pale blue eyes watering slightly as she tries to accommodate my size. The vulnerability in her gaze ignites something primal in me—the need to protect warring with the need to corrupt.
"Perfect," I growl. "Now take more."
I guide her head down, careful not to push too hard, watching as she struggles to take another inch. Her throat works, trying to relax, and the sensation of her swallowing around me tears a groan from my chest.
"Enough," I say, pulling her off me before I lose control. "Come here."
I lift her back onto my lap, pushing her dress up around her waist to find she's not wearing panties either. Just as I instructed. My perfect, obedient little bird.
"Going to fill you up," I mutter against her neck as I position her over my cock. "Going to put my baby in you tonight."
She whimpers, her body trembling with need as I guide her down onto me. The tight heat of her cunt gripping me inch by inch is heaven and hell combined. I want to slam her down, impale her completely, but I force myself to go slow, to savor the way she stretches around me.
"Calvin," she gasps when I'm fully seated inside her. "It's so deep like this."
I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I begin to move her on my cock, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. She's mine to mark. Mine to breed. Mine forever.
"Everyone knows now," I growl against her lips. "Everyone saw me claim you. Saw you accept me."
She nods, her movements becoming more confident as she finds a rhythm, riding me with increasing desperation. "Yes," she breathes. "Yours. All yours."
The limo hits a bump, driving me deeper inside her, making her cry out. The privacy partition is up, but I wonder if the driver can hear us. The thought sends another thrill through me as I grip her hips tighter, driving up into her while pulling her down onto me.
"Say it again," I demand, my voice a rough growl. "Who do you belong to?"
"You," she gasps, her inner walls clenching around me as she rides me harder. "Only you, Calvin. Always you."
Her inexperience shows in the slightly uncoordinated movements, but what she lacks in technique she makes up for in enthusiasm. In submission. In the way she gives herself over to me completely.
"That's right," I praise, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. "My perfect little bird. So good for me. So tight around my cock."
The crude language makes her flush deeper, her eyes going hazy with desire. I've learned this about her over the past two weeks—how much she loves it when I talk dirty to her. How much she needs the praise, the guidance, the ownership in my words.
"When we get home," I tell her, my thrusts becoming more forceful as I feel my release building, "I'm going to bend you over every surface in our house and fill you with my cum until it's dripping down your thighs."
She whimpers, her movements becoming more erratic. "Please," she begs, though I'm not sure what she's begging for. More words? More cock? More of the future I'm planning for us?
"You're going to look so beautiful pregnant with my child," I continue, the image sending a fresh surge of lust through me. "Round and glowing. Everyone will know just by looking at you that you're mine. That I've marked you inside and out."
Her inner muscles clench around me at the words, her breathing becoming more ragged. "Calvin, I'm close—"
"Not yet," I command, stilling her hips with my hands. "Not until I say."
The whine that escapes her is desperate, needy. Perfect.
"Please," she begs again, trying to move against my restraining grip. "I need—"
"I know exactly what you need," I interrupt, flipping our positions so she's beneath me on the leather seat.
I hover over her, still buried deep inside but not moving.
"You need to be owned. Controlled. Filled.
" I brush her hair back from her forehead in a tender gesture that contrasts with the harshness of my words.
"You need a Daddy to take care of you. To make all your decisions. To keep you safe and full of my seed."
Her eyes glaze over at my words, her body trembling beneath me. "Yes," she whispers. "That's what I need. What I've always needed."
I reward her honesty with a hard thrust that makes her cry out. "Such a good girl," I praise, setting a punishing pace. My good girl as I pound into her, claiming every inch of her. "Taking Daddy's cock so well."
The limo slows, and I realize we've arrived home—our penthouse in the sky, where I keep my most precious possession. I don't stop, don't care that we're parked in the private garage beneath the building. My driver knows better than to interrupt.
"Come for me now," I command, my thumb finding her clit, circling it with practiced precision. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock."
She shatters instantly, as if she's been waiting for permission, her body convulsing around me, her cries echoing in the confined space.
The sight of her—flushed, trembling, my ring glittering on her finger as she comes apart—pushes me over the edge.
I drive into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as I empty myself inside her, marking her from within.
As we lie there, tangled and breathless, I stare at the ring on her finger. The physical manifestation of my claim. Everyone saw. Everyone knows.
She's mine now. Forever.
And I'll destroy anyone who tries to take her from me.