Chapter 8
Pans
Willow's breath on my skin is like a scorching wind burning up my body. I feel it coursing through my blood, heating my veins and uncoiling the beast within. She doesn't know that she's playing with fire. I should stop her, but when I look down at her wide eyes and pouty lips, I don't want to
I used to be a decent man. I was a naive boy once who signed up for the military thinking he could save lives and make a difference. If there’s any part of that young man left in me, he’s buried too deep.
I should stop her. She's a virgin, for all I know. She's innocent. A decent man would stop her, but I’m no longer a decent man.
There'll be no going back from this with Willow.
I don't want to go back, my heart whispers.
I want this. My very soul wants this as much as the dark beast inside of me does.
So I watch and do nothing as she unbuckles my belt. I watch as her hands slide my jeans down and then my boxers. I watch as her hand runs up my thighs, making the hair stand on end with the heat.
I grab hold of the bars, because I’m a sick, twisted individual and the fact that we’re separated by bars turns me on even more.
Willow’s lips press gently against the end of my cock, and that jolts me back to reality. I take a step back; I can’t let her do this. But Willow grabs me firmly, her hands on top of mine making my fingers dig into the cool metal.
“Stay," she pleads, and the need in her eyes is almost too much.
“You have no idea what you're unleashing. If I claim you, if I claim your mouth, then you are mine. Do you understand?”
“I want to be yours, Pans." Her fingertips brush my balls, and a nail scrapes along my skin.
God help me. My hips press toward her, my aching cock prodding through the bars of the cage. I’m thick with need, a vein throbbing as my cock aches for her lips.
She purses those beautiful pouty lips together and presses them to the end of my cock. The gentle kiss sets my nerves on edge. I’m ready to squirt my load, and all she's done is press her mouth to my tip.
That gentleness is my undoing. The way she kisses my cock with a tenderness that I’ve never experienced makes my chest ache even as my cock slaps against her chin, wanting more.
Her lips wrap around my shaft, and her tongue snakes out. It’s clumsy and messy and like nothing I've experienced.
"Is this your first time, precious?” She pops my cock out of her mouth, and I feel the loss of her.
"I'm a virgin, Pans. I've never had a man in any way."
"You've never had a cock in your mouth?”
The thought sends a new wave of heat through me. She’s innocent and the beast in me wants to destroy her, but the man wants to look after her.
"No, you're my first."
Her hot breath on my penis makes me shudder. I almost release right then. Knowing no other man has done this with her makes my balls pull up tight.
I'll be her first, her first everything.
I reach through the bars, wanting to touch her, but she pulls back. A teasing look comes into her eyes.
“You’re the one who locked me up, Pans.”
She won't let me touch her, and it’s exquisite torture.
Her hand moves to my buttocks, gripping my ass as the other hand grips my shaft. Her hand slides down my cock, tentative at first and then moving in bolder strokes.
Her technique is clumsy. Teeth get in the way and her nails scratch. But that only adds to the sensation, contrasting with the softness of her tongue.
I grit my teeth, trying not to release too soon. I want to enjoy this first time with her virgin mouth. So plump, but ready for me. I try to leave the control with her, but the beast inside just wants to fuck her mouth hard.
Grabbing her hair, I don't let her get away this time. She released the beast, and now she must pay the price.
Willow gives a yelp and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop.
I pull her head towards me, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth. Her shoulder slams into the metal bar, and she cries out.
I release her immediately, needing to make sure she’s okay. But the look she gives me is all hunger as she sucks hard.
My hand tangles in her hair, and I pull her down my shaft. Willow gags once, her eyes going wide in surprise. Then she opens her throat, taking all of me down.
“Good girl.” It comes out between gritted teeth.
Her eyes light up at the praise, and seeing how much she’s enjoying it adds to my pleasure.
“You like sucking my cock?”
She moans, the sound sending vibrations over my sensitive cock as her head bobs an affirmative.
“Touch yourself, like a good girl.”
Her hand runs over her chest, stopping to fondle a nipple. Then she continues down, spreading her legs, her fingers running over the damp patch of her panties.
Willow slides a hand into her panties and groans, the sound sending vibrations up my shaft. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and knowing she’s getting off on this is too much to bear.
Fisting her hair, I pull her hard toward me. Her cheek hits the bars but she looks at me with desire, and in that look, I know she’s okay. My Willow can handle it rough. Which is good because I'm going to fuck her mouth senseless, and then go in there and fuck her pussy and make her mine.
My cock thrusts in and out of her wet mouth. It’s messy and noisy and hard, and the pressure in my balls is building like a dam about to explode.
She groans as her fingers move over her pussy. We get a good rhythm going, slurping and sucking and thrusting, burying my dick in her mouth.
“Take all of me,” I grit out as I slam into her. “Take all of me like a good girl.”
Every time I pull her toward me, her cheek hits the metal. My hips grind against the bars and her cheek’s plastered against them; she’ll have a red mark there tomorrow, but my girl keeps on going.
Willow may be a virgin, but my god she's enjoying this mouth-fucking like a good little whore. I don’t think I can take much more, but I need to see her come before I do.
“Come for me,” I choke out, “Come like a good girl.”
It’s like she’s been waiting for me to give her permission.
Her brow furrows and then she’s screaming against my cock, her body tensing and her lips locking together in a deep pull.
It’s too much.
I explode, shooting hot cum down her throat in thick ropes. My darkness pouring out of me and straight down her throat.
I hold her head in place, keeping her close until every last drop, everything I am and everything I have for her, is spent.
She’s taken my darkness and I feel lighter. I feel whole.
When my cock stops twitching, I release my hold on Willow’s hair. She sits back, balanced unevenly on her good leg.
Her face is flushed, and I can tell by the way she's looking at me that she wants more. And that's what I'll give her. To make this woman mine properly.
Her mouth glistens, and a fleck of cum sits on her lips. Her tongue snakes out and licks it off.
“Did I do okay?”
“Honey, you were amazing.”
She tries to get up, and a wince of pain crosses her face.
I’m a selfish bastard. The woman’s got a sprained ankle, and I let her go down on her knees. But I also know I would do it again.
Unlocking the cage, I take Willow by the arms and help her to her feet. I notice how tired she is and curse myself for being so selfish. My arms go around her and I pull her close to me, kissing the top of her hair.
“I’m sorry, precious. Was I too rough?”
She looks up at me, and her eyes are sparkling. “I think I like it rough.”
The words make me shudder. I’m naked from the waist down, and my dick twitches as it presses against her soft, thick flesh.
I’m thinking about all the ways I’m going to fuck her when my phone rings.
I’d love to ignore it but it’s Bruno, and I can’t ignore club business.
“Yeah?”
“We’ve got The Reapers. You need to come now.”
It’s the news I’ve been waiting for. The news that will make sure Willow is safe, make it safe for her to go out.
Willow’s settled on the bed, and I suddenly realize how tired she is.
“Get some sleep.”
Her eyes flicker open. “Aren’t you staying?”
“I’d love to, but they’ve got the guys from the crash.”
Realization dawns on her face. “Does that mean I’m safe?”
I’m happy she’s safe, but it means she no longer needs my protection. I no longer have a reason to keep her here.
“Yes, Willow. You’re safe. No one can hurt you now.”
Her relieved smile warms my heart, and at the same time I feel my chest tighten.
I pull her blanket up and tuck her in. She's already sleeping soundly as I leave the cage. This time I leave the door wide open.