13. Sev
13
SEV
“Where are we going?” Maisie asks as I reach over and drag the seat belt over her. Keeping her safe wasn’t just words to me. She’s pink-eyed and rumpled, and has never looked so perfect in her life.
“I thought you’d like to go to my place,” I say as I turn the car onto the road. “To take a look.”
“What do you mean?” She looks me up and down, a little suspicious.
“It’s only fair.” I shrug. It’s a confession, of sorts.
She laughs then, and nods, and it’s like the tension of the scene with her dad washes away. “An invitation into the lair of the beast. Who could resist?”
I drive more carefully than I did on the way to her apartment. I’m fine with risking my life, but not hers. Then she’s walking in the door of my penthouse, and nerves I’ve never known I had are buzzing like flies.
I put my hands in my pockets and watch her with an uneasy sensation in my stomach. It’s stark and plain, a world away from her chaotic style. I bite my lip to avoid saying she could change that painting for another when she pauses by a Rothko, or get a different sofa when she tests the cushions for bounciness. She examines my space almost in silence, just casting me looks over her shoulder when she discovers something of interest.
She snoops through my fridge and examines the vegetables quizzically.
“I like to cook,” I admit, and she shakes her head and laughs.
In one of the cupboards, she finds my cupcake stash.
“Raspberry,” she notes, a little surprised.
“I’ve got a bit of a taste for them,” I say, and she smiles that infinite smile.
It takes a while before she gets to my bedroom. It’s very plain, and I almost apologise for it. The white sheets. The empty walls. It’s not like hers with its multi-coloured throws and soft cushions. But Maisie doesn’t seem to mind.
“So, where shall I set up the cameras?” She bounces on the bed, bright eyes looking up at me.
She’s mine. She’s really, honestly mine. I don’t think it sinks in until that moment, with her question stripping away all pretence between us.
“Here,” I say, and offer her my hand. She takes it, trusting me, and that’s a special gift. I pull her to her feet and guide her to the dressing room that the interior designer said was absolutely necessary, and I’ve never found a use for. Until now.
I open the door, and she glances in then back in surprise.
It’s a room entirely covered in mirrors, floor to ceiling. Her gaze steady on me in the reflection, she steps into the mirrored room, and I smile at the way there’s Maisie surrounding me. Perfect.
As I shut us in, her eyes widen.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before,” she says wonderingly.
“You’ll get used to it.” I step right up to her. “Time for honesty, sweetheart.” I slide my hand around her neck and up her jaw with my thumb.
“Yes.” It’s a cross between a whimper and a sigh.
“You like me watching you, don’t you?” This is throwing all my chips on the table in one reckless bet.
I stroke my palm down her throat as she pauses, and my cock throbs. I want to own her, body and soul, and it’s so close I can almost taste it. “And you teased me, didn’t you? Once you found out that I was watching.”
She presses into my hold and there’s excitement in her brown eyes. “It worked.”
“Perfectly,” I agree. “But you’re going to regret goading a monster, Maisie.”
“How long have you been watching me?” She licks her lips.
“You know.”
“I don’t!” she protests, but when I draw closer again, pinning her hips with mine, she gasps and writhes and pleasure surges up my cock where we’re pressed together.
I tip her chin with my finger, so she has to look at me.
“Since the beginning. Since we first met at that excuse for a party.” I think diving off a cliff without a parachute would be less scary than this. But I’ve been a coward. I’ve been watching Maisie from a distance for far too long. “Now what do you want to learn in today’s lesson?”
“You. I only want you,” she breathes, melting into me. She’s so soft. “That’s all I ever wanted.”
The satisfaction and relief are a jolt of adrenaline.
“Maisie, I can’t live without you.” I turn her so her back is to my chest, and shift her so we’re back in the middle of the room. Holding her against my erection, I roll my hips, so it grinds into the small of her back and she whimpers. “You’re mine .” I gather her hair in my fist, keeping my other arm tight around her waist. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers, and hearing her makes this real in a way I didn’t know I needed.
The beast inside me purrs. “I want more than is reasonable, Maisie. I crave your heart, and soul. I need every secret, and every thought.”
I tug her hair to pull her head to the side, and kiss down her neck. She smells like raspberries and cream, and I inhale her. I’m addicted.
“And I want to breed you, sweetheart. Put a baby in here.” I press on her soft belly.
“Your baby?” Her brown eyes sparkle in the mirror, full of hope.
“Our baby. Mine. Yours. A family.”
Her smile is all the answer I need. There are all these mirrors showing Maisie from every angle, but what I most desire is to see her looking back at me.
I could live in this room with her. We might never leave.
“Give me something to watch, princess.” I shift to release her enough that she can move, and when our gazes meet again, she’s flushed.
Her hands fall to her trousers, and I wait with bated breath as she undoes the buttons. I groan as she pushes her knickers off at the same time, and steps out of her shoes.
“You’re more beautiful in person than I could ever have believed when I was watching you on camera,” I murmur.
Maisie gives me a sweet smile and peels her top over her head slowly, gradually showing her belly, then the underside of her breasts, then her nipples. Her hair falls as the top comes off altogether and the creamy soft skin of her back is revealed, the perfect contrast to her dark hair. I breathe out in awe.
“Did you see these on your cameras, Mr Blackwood?” She cups her naked, berry-topped breast and gazes up at me.
“Not like this.” Not from a dozen different angles. Not when she’s so gloriously here, vivid and warm and mine.
“Did you touch yourself as you watched me?” She smooths her hands over her breasts.
She’s so hot, the fire down my spine nearly incapacitates me.
“You know I did, Maisie. I blew my load night after night watching you. I imagined your face as I jerked myself off, every time,” I rasp.
Her fingers drift to her nipples, rolling them, and my mouth waters with the desire to suck them. I will. I promise myself silently.
“Do it. Show me.” The challenge in her expression is so confident, I love it.
“The next time I come it’s going to be buried deep inside your tight, hot little cunt,” I reply, but I reach for my belt all the same, and keep looking into her face as I release my cock.
Stroking it, slow and deliberate, I lazily trail my gaze over her breasts in the mirror, then return to her eyes. Always back to her pretty face.
“Can you see how hard you make me? How much I want you? You give sunsets self-doubt, Maisie, you’re that beautiful. You make kittens feel inadequate because you’re so soft and cute.”
She huffs a laugh, but she’s blushing and pleased. “What does that make you?”
“A greedy, covetous monster who will do anything to have you,” I confess brokenly. “Just a man, stalking a girl half his age, asking her to be mine. And taking you if you don’t say ‘no’ quickly enough.”
“You didn’t ask, Sev.”
I hate that she’s right. I reach around her and grab her breast, cupping it and squeezing her nipple until she gasps and wiggles against me.
“You’re the daughter of my friend, Maisie. This is dirty. You shouldn’t want a man twice your age. When you turned up at my company, sweet and twenty-one, I betrayed that trust. I moved you into an apartment I’d put cameras in, and jerked off watching your young, virgin body on the screen.” I roll my length against her arse with each word.
“Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined all those nights. You’re fresh, forbidden raspberries and cream. Would you like to know what I dreamed of as I made myself come for you, Maisie?”
“Me, on my knees, and you ramming your cock into my throat?” she whispers.
“And I thought it wasn’t possible for me to be any harder.” I drift my hand down her body, over her belly, then down. “Look at that,” I growl. “Look.”
We both regard my big hand covering her mound. So lewd and wrong, and yet so right.
Going further, I touch a flood of her arousal. I slide one finger into her folds and over her clit, and she bucks and cries out.
“I will do everything I’ve been thinking of for two years. But first and foremost, you’re going to come on my fingers. Then my cock. Then my face.”
It’s almost too easy to push my fingers into her tight wet little body, and she practically collapses in my arms as I begin to rub her, keeping up a relentless rhythm on her virgin hole and teasing her nipples too. One, then the other, pinching and rolling them.
She makes needy little sounds as I stroke her clit, and my cock is bursting with the need to fuck her. But I don’t. Not yet. I keep going with this torture for us both.
“I fantasised about burying my cock in your pussy, thrusting into you, and coming deep inside you, right against your womb to breed you with a baby so we’re a family, together.”
“I want that.” She gasps as I circle her clit harder. “Sev, please. I want everything.”
“I know, I know,” I soothe her. “We’ll do that after you come for me like the good girl you are.”
She begins to sob as the sensations intensify. As I get more impatient to feel her break for me.
“I watched you touch yourself, a perfect good girl, teasing her stalker, and even more than I longed to push you onto your back and feast on your delicious cunt until you scream, I wanted this.”
I look down at her, rather than in the mirror.
Seeing my hands on her makes this all the more real, and pleasurable. And I think it does for Maisie too, as she has one hand in my hair and the other on my thigh. My undone trousers have left my cock sticking out, but it’s forgotten by both of us as her pussy tightens on my fingers. She’s close.
“I’ve craved holding you and feeling you quake as you come. So do it, Maisie.”
She keens, so close.
“Let me feel it.” Then our eyes meet in the mirror. “I love you. Come for me.”
She clamps onto my fingers and her bliss reverberates through me as well, from my hands to my heart, shaking my core. But she doesn’t shut her eyes, or look away. She’s as compelled as I am.
I catch her as her knees give way and hold her to me.
She’s barely able to stay on her feet as I lift her in my arms, bridal style.
“What?” she says vaguely, as I leave the dressing room behind and carry her to my bed.
“This is where I would watch you from, sweetheart. Where I stroked my cock night after night, thinking of you for two long, lonely years.” I toss her onto the bed, and she squeals as she bounces. I’m on her immediately, covering her with my body. “This is where it began, this is where it ends, and begins anew.”