Chapter Ten
Rennik
H er eyes grow big and round when I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. I love how her breath shudders out of her and how pink her cheeks are. She came like such a good girl for me. I can’t help but run my fingers back through her swollen flesh.
This time I circle her entrance before trying to slip one of my fingers in. And cum a little myself. She’s not just tight, she’s unyielding. When she realizes what I am doing she starts to squeal and buck under my touch. I smack her still-red cheeks.
“Don’t move, Estella. Don’t move or you’re going to hurt yourself and I won’t have you hurt. Tell me you understand.” I tell her with the tone of my voice how serious I am about this and wait for her to tell me what I need to hear before I go any further.
“Wh…why?” I smack her ass again. This time hitting her hard enough to move her body against the bed and on my lap. “O…okay. I won’t move.”
She licks her lips and my eyes follow the sweep of her tongue as I rub the cheek I just assaulted. I slip the tip of my finger in and run it along the edge.
“Ren! You can’t!”
If I want in her -and I do- I’m going to have to take the time to stretch her little pussy out enough that it won’t hurt her as much when I finally take her.
“Ren! You…Oh, God!”
It’s the fear that cuts at me. The last thing I want her to do is to be afraid of me. I rub her back and make soothing noises to let her know I would never hurt her.
“It’s alright, Stella. Just relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to explore.” I just want to check out what belongs to me.
I don’t say it out loud because I’m sure my little princess will freak out about it. We’ll eventually have to talk about things, go over all her fears so I can take care of all of them, find out what she worries about, and make sure she doesn’t anymore.
“I just want to feel you for a moment. You trust me, don’t you? You know I will never hurt you?”
“Yes.” It’s spoken softly but without any hesitation.
It makes me feel invincible. She trusts me. She might tell me this is wrong or that we shouldn’t be doing this but deep inside she is the same person I’ve been talking to over the past few weeks, and I am the same person she told all her secrets and dreams to.
“Let me touch you, Stella.”
I run my fingers through her slick slit until I find her swollen little nub. I rub around it, teasing her, working her up again.
“What…Ren, what are you doing?”
“I’m going slow, taking my time, letting you get used to my touch.”
She’s going to want me to explain what I meant by that when she gets a little more of her focus back but for now, it slips under the radar why I would want her to be used to my touch in the first place.
Her body tenses under me as I make direct contact with the little bud.
She squeals and jerks under me, but I hold her down.
I don’t want to spank her again just yet.
Too much and she’ll be sore in all the wrong ways, and I want her to want it again.
I rub her and drink in her gasp as I tighten my grip on her hip and look at her tight, puffiness.
Stella is beautifully made. I’m not quite the man whore I think she imagines me to be but I have seen my fair share of pussies and Stella’s is…
mouthwatering. Not that I haven’t had offers, but I also have standards, and few women meet them.
So, this isn’t a proximity thing for me.
It isn’t done in desperation because I’m hard up.
No. I want to touch Stella. I want to listen to all the sounds she makes, the shocked little gasps, the breathy moans when she’s close to coming, the way she says my name.
I want to feel her sliding through my fingers like living silk and know she is mine!
I am the only one who gets to do this to her, to see her like this.
I drop my touch back so I can circle her entrance but don’t linger.
Instead, I move my touch back even further and use my other hand to spread her apart by squeezing her cheek.
When I run my fingers over her furled opening, she lets out a cute little shriek before whipping her head around to meet my eyes.
“You don’t think I’m going to let any part of you go untried, do you?”
“Ren, you can’t! You can’t!”
“There’s nothing I can’t do, Stella. I’ve learned that throughout my few short years, and you’ll learn that too when you’re with me. Everything is obtainable. Everything is possible. The only person holding you back is yourself. And I’m not going to let you do that, sweetheart.”
“Ren, damn it! You can’t!”
I smack her ass again and watch as fire comes into her eyes.
Oh, she’s going to be fun when she comes into her own and stops getting in her own way, when she understands how to play the game.
She twists around and I feel her teeth sink into my jean-clad leg.
She meant it as a defense but all my body sees it as is foreplay.
“Oh, sweetheart, you should not bite me if you want me to stop.”
I drop back to her virgin tight little pussy and slip the tip of my finger inside of her again. This time I push until the muscles lose some of their resistance and more of my finger slips in.
“Ren! For fuck’s sake, stop! You’re going to…!”
I smack her but this time lower.
“Oh my God!” I do it again, feeling her tense to the point of breaking. “What the fuck?!”
I give her one more smack on her clit. The impacts are soft and I’m actually shocked that she likes it as much as she seems to be -but not upset about it at all. She moans out as her little hole tightens up around my digit and her body starts shaking through an unexpected release.
By the time she’s done pulsing around my finger, she’s sobbing and limp. I replace my pinkie with my middle finger. I could watch her pussy swallow what I give her all day long as long as I can lick her clean all night long.
“Good girl.” I rub her back to offer her comfort even as I tilt my finger at the right angle to reach the ridges inside of her. “Now, give me one more.”
“Wha…? No, Ren. I can’t! I can’t!”
I lean over her so I can whisper in her ear. This moment is intimate and needs to be sheltered, coveted close to us.
“You can give me one more, baby, because you’re little body wants to and you want that as well, Stella.
Can you feel it? Can you feel your body building back up to reach that peak once again?
Can you feel your muscles tightening up and straining for what only I can give it?
Can you feel how sweet it is going to be to come fully apart in my arms for me, baby? ”
She screams my name as her pussy constricts and contracts so hard, I know she must feel it in every part of her body.
Warm honey seeps from her and dampens my jeans as she gives me exactly what I ask for.
When I move her to lay fully on the bed she doesn’t try to fight me or make stupid excuses for why this isn’t going to work.
She doesn’t even complain when I pull her top off and unsnap her bra.
Her eyes are closed and her breathing is even telling me she’s sleeping finally.
And I am given plenty of time to look at Estella, my stepsister, the forbidden and taboo, laid out in my bed in my home.
I just wanted time to talk to her, to explore what was between us the night in the club but I got so much more.
Soft skin that hasn’t been seen by another, a bare little pussy that’s covered in a sheen of cream, the picture of innocence, and all she’s wearing is that fucking choker with my initial hanging from it.
Now that I have her here, how am I ever going to set her free? How am I going to not take everything and put more than my mark on her? How am I going to keep from knocking her up before my dad and Ava comes back home?
The very idea has me shucking my jeans and knocking her legs apart so I can look at her fully. Such a pretty, tight, unused little pussy…for now.