Chapter 6 - Amon
AMON
I could keep breaking her, but I won’t.
I left her in the closet for an hour, tied to the machine. She yelped and pleaded, screaming at me to let her go. I finally did, but only once she begged for mercy.
She was completely spent, and I had to carry her to bed because her legs wouldn’t work.
“You tried to kill me,” she said as I lay her down.
“No,” I assured her. “I showed you who you really are.”
I’ve been trying everything I can to distract myself while she sleeps. It’s been several hours now, and my hard-on isn’t going anywhere.
She wanted more from me. But I denied her. And that denial has only sharpened her hunger. And mine…well, mine is raging like I’m starving to death.
My mind is crowded with thoughts of her.
Normally, I’d be focused on work—homing in on our next big trade. But I can only focus for few minutes before I must surrender to this fierce desire burning within me.
I can still feel her soft body as I lifted her off the saddle and carried her to her room. I can still smell her intoxicating scent. I need to figure out a way to make candles out of it.
I close my eyes and picture her naked body—her pussy dripping and her limbs shaking as she straddled the toy. My cock presses painfully against the zipper of my pants. I thought about jerking off to relieve some of the tension, but it felt wrong.
If I’m going to give myself release, it’s going to involve her.
My chest grows as I suck a deep breath and sit up. I thumb the call-button to summon her, and she answers after five rings. She sounds groggy, like she just woke up.
“Yes?”
“I need you to bring me something,” I tell her, my voice low, restrained.
There’s a pause. “What’s that?”
My lip twists into a smile. “You.”
Another pause. I can practically see her adorable face pondering my request. I wait, letting the moment stretch. Finally, she replies simply, “All right.”
I sit up, leaning against the pile of pillows beneath the headboard. The sound of her soft footsteps has me licking my lips, and when I hear her tentative knock at the door, heat sweeps through my muscles.
“Come in,” I say simply.
It’s adorable how nervous she looks as she enters. She’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt with baggy sweatpants now, having changed since she was disciplined.
Her face is free of makeup, and her hair is a complete mess, but even like that, she’s more beautiful than any girl alive.
My chest swells as I picture her body beneath the fabric.
Those breasts, that slick little pussy. The way she moved her hips when she realized she liked her punishment.
What a smoke show.
“Did you need something?”
Even her voice…goddamn perfection. There’s no way our folks will ever go for this, but I don’t care. I’ll be the only man she ever loves. The only man who ever has her.
I’ll cherish the real her and show her she has nothing to be ashamed of.
“How are you feeling?” I ask. “Worn out?”
She looks at me like I’ve asked her a trick question. “You left me on that…thing for an hour. Of course I’m worn out.”
I can’t help but smile. She’s right. “Or are you…awakened?”
She tilts her head at me like I’m speaking another language. She thinks she’s already been put through it, but this is going to be a long night.
“Come,” I tell her, pointing between my legs. “Unzip my fly.”
Her eyes quiver. Her pupils dilate. She still has a chance to run, even though she must know she wouldn’t get far before I chased her down.
But she doesn’t turn. In fact, she barely even hesitates. She just walks over slowly and pops the top button on my pants.
My jaw hardens. Her tiny little fingers pull at my fly, lessening the tension on my erection. My pulse pounds hard in my neck as I reach around and grab a handful of her juicy little peach.
Joan may be acting nervously, but I see the tiny hint of her tongue between her lips as she tugs my zipper down.
The way her eyelids hood her gaze.
She’s anxious but not fighting it.
“Not gonna fight it?” I ask.
“I signed the contract,” she replies.
I push myself up so our eyes are level. Her cheeks turn red, but she doesn’t pull away, even as I knead the firm flesh of her ass.
“Of course you did.” I smile.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I stand and let my pants fall to the floor. Joan’s jaw falls, and her eyes drop to my cock, straight as a spear and dripping with pre-cum.
Leaning closer, I press my nose against the small of her neck and inhale, losing myself in her scent as I lift her sweatshirt up and over her head. She’s wearing nothing underneath, and my hands move immediately to her breasts.
She moans softly as I gently pinch her nipples, feeling them go hard between my thumb and forefinger.
I grind against her, letting her feel just how stiff and strong I am.
The hem of her sweats sticks on her hip bones as I pull, causing my primal urges to swell higher. With a growl, I tug again, slipping them over her curves and down to her ankles.
And then she’s in my arms. I lift her onto the bed and pin her wrists above her head, kissing her ferociously all over. I can’t get over her perfection with her plump tits, curved hips, and open thighs.
I reach between her legs and find the little slit of her pussy. She’s wet, and I gently spread her with two fingers, causing her to gasp.
“Amon…”
Craving more, I slip those two fingers into my mouth and taste her delicious virgin pussy.
I slip out of my briefs and let the swollen head of my dick press against her hole. She moans, letting her head fall back and her chest rise as she sucks in a deep breath.
I want to eat her little cunt and watch her suck me, but that will come later. Right now I need to take her.
“Amon,” she says as I start to push. “I’m not…a sinner…am I?”
I stare down at her. She looks so angelic. So pure. “Wanting love is not a sin. Only keeping this body from me would be.”
I push my hips forward and sink my tip into her entrance. Fuck she’s tight. I almost come as soon as the warmth hits me. And then I feel just how wet she is, and I nearly break my teeth against each other as I start to clench.
Her little hands grasp my biceps as I give her my inches, triumphantly claiming her as mine for now and forever.
No other man will have her now. She belongs to me.
“Oh my God…” she moans. She flinches slightly as I take her cherry, but I soothe her with kisses up her neck, capturing her lips with mine. No stopping now.
Her heart pounds through her chest against mine in perfect sync. My body is electric. It feels like her pussy is sucking me off while I fly high on some designer drug made just for me.
“That’s it,” I praise her, massaging her tits as I pick up the pace. I sit back and watch my cock go in and out, glistening with her juices. “You’re a bad little nun, aren’t you?”
She squeaks out a giggle and nods. “Your little nun.”
It’s a miracle she came into my life. Untouched, without a string of bad boyfriends left in her wake. Just knowing I’m the first to have her makes me want to tattoo my name on her pussy mound.
Not that anyone would see it but me, of course.
Her legs wrap eagerly around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Take it, sis. Don’t hold back. This isn’t a punishment. It’s your reward.”
“For being a good girl, Daddy?”
My lips curl into a devilish smile. She’s letting it all out now. Hiding nothing. There’s more to her than I thought.
More that I’ll have to explore.
“For being a bad girl,” I tease, seizing a rough fistful of her hair as I start to really pound her. “Now let Daddy claim that cunt.”
She may be a bad girl, but I’m a bad man…
“Mmmm,” she moans as her eyes close.
As I bottom out in her pussy, her walls contract hard around my shaft, and I have to fight to keep myself from roaring at the top of my lungs.
She’s got to still be sensitive from her hour-long ride on the saddle, so I press my thumb against her clit and watch her body spasm like she’s been hit by a taser.
Her body bows off the bed. Her nails bite into my skin as she clutches my shoulders, but I don’t even feel it. I’m lost in her pussy and feel like a god as I go off, seeding her virgin hole with my cum.
Her orgasm hits her hard and deep, and she lets out a stifled cry as I collapse on top of her to keep her from shaking out from under me.
“Amon,” she mutters over and over as she quivers. I don’t know how many times I’ve made her come today, but this is the only one that truly matters.
I hold her as she comes down, marveling at every tiny little change in her facial expressions.
Even the sound of her breath is sublime.
Our parents won’t be okay with that, but with the money and power I have, there’s nothing they can do.