Mastering Her Heart Page 7

  “You don’t? Well then, find out. Right hand. Two fingers. Now. Put them inside you.” I order and after a moment she drops her hand down between her legs.

  I nearly cum at the sight of her touching herself. The way her mouth opens as her fingers slip between her outer lips, then move back and forth, exposed for me to watch every caress, every movement. I want my mouth on her there. I want to eat her. For the rest of my life I want to eat her.

  “Well?” I cross my arms, waiting for her reply, my eyes pinned on her face.

  She giggles. “Yes. It’s wet, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.” I step forward, unable to resist touching her for one second longer. I cup my hand on top of hers, pressing her fingers deeper inside herself, then slowly guide her movements up and down, pressing her open palm into her clit, her mound, and watching as her eyelids flutter.

  A soft moan escapes as her eyes lose focus.

  “I’ve decided.” I growl into her ear, listening to her quickening breath as my hand moves over hers, increasing the friction and pace of her play. Her hips begin to shift and pulse against our moving hands. The wetness seeping through her fingers begins to cover mine. The heat and dampness are making me lose my mind.

  “Okay...” She moans as I press her hand down and move her middle finger along with my own, up into her drenched opening. I think at this moment she would accept any decision I made, any desire I wanted to fulfil.

  She yelps and my other arm reaches up her back, into the mess of her hair, latching on and tugging her head back.

  My teeth come down until they rest just beneath her jaw as together we finger fuck into her cunt.

  “Cum for Daddy, princess. Then these fingers are going to be replaced by my cock and you will be mine in every way.”

  She shudders as my words leave my lips, gushing over our hands as I shove our fingers up into her clenching, drenched opening.

  “You are a dirty little girl aren’t you, princess? Soaking our hands with your cum. Such a good, dirty little girl.”

  Her nipples harden as she cums. I feel them pressing into my chest as I slam our entwined fingers up farther still, fucking her in and out, drawing as much of her orgasm from her as I can. She’s so tight, I couldn’t bear to think of her with anyone else but the years away have me going mad wondering but I let it go. She’s mine and nothing will change that no matter what’s happened in the past.

  I can’t wait any longer. She’s still quaking when I drop our hands from inside her and loop my arms around her back, swinging her body up and onto the bed.

  Her arms fly up and over her head as her legs bend and open for me, welcoming me in. I love that she doesn’t close them, doesn’t even try. Exposing all of her beauty to me.

  “Oh God, Princess. That pussy is so pretty. I love that you’re showing it to me right now. That you already know it’s mine. And you do, don’t you?” My husky voice comes out slow as I work my clothes off. I toss them into a heap on the floor without another thought.

  My hand moves to grip my erection, the tip already slick with pre-cum, and I see her eyes go wide.

  “Daddy...” She squeaks.

  “It’s going to hurt, Princess. But Daddy needs you to be his brave girl. I’ll make you feel so, so good, don’t worry. But you have to take my cock inside you, my angel. All the way. To make me feel good, okay?”

  “It’s too big.” Her voice goes higher, playing into our fantasy, and my desire grows tenfold as she turns her head to the side, giving me a coy look.

  “You want Daddy to eat you first? Get that horny little cunt good and ready for me?”

  She nods, grinning, and my balls begin to tingle. The thought of delivering my sperm into her womb explodes in my mind like it’s the fourth of July. I’ve never thought of it before. Never considered it before. But I want her belly full of me. I won’t stop fucking her until that happens. Can’t.

  “Ask for it, Princess.” Bringing my hands to rest of her knees, I press them apart, lowering my face to look right into her pussy.

  It’s beautiful. I love the sight of it. The shades of pink. The elegance of the folds, ripples of skin like a perfect, one-of-a-kind flower, made only for me.

  I breathe her in, taking in her scent.

  When she doesn’t answer, I raise my eyes to see her looking down at me, mouth open, her tongue darting in and out to lick her lower lip.

  I dig my fingers into her knees and shove her legs apart to their limit. She yelps.

  “Ask for it, Princess. You want Daddy’s mouth? Then ask.”

  Her pussy is soaking. I watch a single thread of clear liquid run down her labia and onto the top of her ass. She’s running for me. Needy.

  Her aroma spinning around in my head. It’s been with me since the first moment I tasted her. A craving that will never be sated.

  “Please.” She whimpers as my hands push her legs apart. Splaying her open farther in front of my face.

  “Please what?”

  “Please, Daddy. Eat me.” She throws her head back with the last word as I attack her with my open mouth.

  Her breathing turns ragged as I take a long, slow lick from her clit down to her anus, then back up again to rub my face into her juices, spreading her all over my nose and chin. I need her scent all over me, covering me, making me hers when I fuck her for the first time.

  “God, you are delicious.” I suck and lick, swallowing every drop she gives. “I’m never letting you go, Princess. You know that don’t you?”

  I look up to see her watching me. I love the lust on her face. The innocent wonder mixed with desire. She nods, unable to speak through her heaving breaths, and I need more. More of her, more for me.

  I find her clit with my tongue. It’s swollen and sensitive. Her body jerks as I suck the nub into my mouth then grind my teeth against it, top and bottom.

  I squeeze gently until her hips rock on my face. Her voice raises to the ceiling and I suck as hard as I can, pinching with my lips until she gushes on my face. Soaking me until her pleasure runs off my chin.

  I don’t wait, I can’t. I need this. I need her.

  I rise up her body and bring the tip of my cock to her entrance. Her body is still shaking and her opening clenches, pulsing as I enter her in a forceful thrust.

  My head falls back on my neck. I’ve never felt anything like this moment. I’ve bonded with her. I pull back and shove as much into her as I can.

  She cries out but her hands fly forward, gripping into my forearms pulling me against her, strong like I never expected from one so small, her muscles working close to their full capacity. Her body, too, has found a strength over and above its size, clenching, pulling my cock farther into her tight heat.

  “Oh my God, princess. You want that huge cock all the way in there, don’t you? You like how it hurts you, don’t you baby?”

  “Oww, it hurts.” She turns her head to the side but her hands only pull harder at me.

  I move one hand to grab her chin, turning her face so she’s looking at me as I fuck into her.

  “Look at Daddy.” I wait until her eyes focus. I stroke my cock in and out, enjoying the way her body is pulsating around me. The flood of her juice as it makes my movements easier and easier. “You know what I need from you, baby? What would make Daddy so, so happy?”

  She shakes her head and I release her face from my hand, bringing it down between us.

  As my fingertips begin to strum her clit she arches on the bed.

  “Cum on Daddy’s cock. That’s what I need. For you to cum on me. And you want to give me what I need, don’t you?”

  I’m close to my own orgasm but I need her with me. I muster up any control I have left as I move deeper and faster in her tight cunt. My fingers press down onto her clit, moving in a circle, increasing the pressure until her breathing comes fast, her hips following my every movement.

  “Owww.” She winces as I thrust as deep as her body will take, my girth tearing at her. “It hurts so bad, Daddy.” Sh
e cries, a single tear coming out of the corner of her eye has me on the razor’s edge.

  “Cum with me, princess. God, please, cum on Daddy’s dick right now.”

  “Daddy...” Her head presses back into the bed. Her single word has me done.

  “I’m going to cum inside you, princess. Daddy’s cumming inside you...”

  I slam all of me into her, taking her mouth in mine and swallowing her scream as she cums, flooding me with her orgasm.

  I convulse with the most violent orgasm of my life. Both of us are moaning and jerking as my balls empty jet after jet of my release into her unprotected body. The thought of my seed finding root inside my precious girl sends my body into orbit.

  My lips share her flavor with her in our kiss. Our bodies shaking in our embrace. Our every breath a fast struggle. I kiss her soft, licking her lips then pulling back to look into her face.

  “You feel like heaven.” I whisper, moving my still hard cock in and out through our combined fluids. I need her again. Once was just the beginning.

  When she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, it is so beautiful. She is so beautiful.

  I work in and out of her slower this time. Then faster and deeper until we are both gasping and clawing at each other. Then, she delivers the death blow.

  “It hurts, Daddy, but don’t stop. I like how you hurt me.”

  I cum that instant, along with her, and I am sure I see forever in her eyes.

  C H A P T E R N I N E

  WILLOW

  Pike finally passed out with his cock still hard inside of me. I lost count of how many times he took me in the hours after dinner, before I had to leave or face the wrath of Lucielle. From the moment he took me to the bedroom, if his cock wasn’t inside me, his mouth was on me or his fingers were playing me like a Stradivarius.

  Holy orgasms, Batman.

  I could write a year’s worth of articles for Cosmo about how the multiple orgasm is alive and well, thank you very much.

  Pike wasn’t that far behind me. In my limited amount of knowledge I’d gathered over the years from friends, co-workers and the internet, it’s rare for a man to have more than one or two climaxes in a session. Well, let’s just say, Pike is highly unusual.

  Highly, highly unusual.

  In fact, his cock was hard the entire time. Cum was streaming down the insides of my thighs. I begged and he came in my mouth; only once, but God it was heaven. It felt amazing doing that for him. Knowing I gave him that pleasure.

  He’d already been awake over twenty-four hours, so by 1 AM he was dead to the world and I wiggled out from under him. It felt strange not having him inside me though, I will admit. In that short amount of time, he’s become part of me in so many ways. I waited until his breathing became steady again, then I slipped out of the softness of the bed and tiptoed over the glossy wood floor of his top floor apartment.

  It may seem dumb. A girl like me, so focused on this job that doesn’t even pay me enough to get a decent apartment, but it’s a stepping stone. And it’s mine. All mine. Something I made for myself. Not something my mother deigned to grant me.

  I texted Lucielle when I dropped off the shoes to the photo shoot. I swear that woman must be an android because she doesn’t sleep. Never. Whenever I text her, all hours of the day and night, she replies. Like she did just now.

  Lucielle: It’s about time.

  I roll my eyes and wait for her to send something else. Some other mundane duty to fulfill. But after five minutes my cell phone is silent and I let out a deep breath.

  It’s not my job that is weighing on me, though. It’s Pike.

  It’s this thing we have. Whatever this thing is. I shake my head and look up and down the street, my arm ready to hail a cab. I’m wearing just my favorite pink T-shirt and the loose denim skirt, and it’s gotten chilly tonight. My nipples are twinging and reminding me of the way Pike used his teeth on me just a few hours ago. The other twinge, the one between my legs, is reminding me of the way it felt when he entered me the first time. The pain, yes, but also the connection. The two were intertwined, inseparable.

  He doesn’t ask for anything and yet I long to give him everything.

  When the first raindrops hit my nose a chill covers me. A wind whips down West 28th Street and goosebumps run up and down my bare legs. For June it’s cold tonight, or maybe I’m just more sensitive than ever before. Summer in New York isn’t quite as amazing as summer in Paris, but it’s pretty close. But right now, I’d do just about anything for a cab. Or a coat.

  “Thank God.” I flail my arm like mad as I see the lit up sign on top of a yellow Caprice Classic on the street.

  I plop into the backseat and for a moment think of where to send the driver. I settle on Pike’s address, and when it leaves my lips a sense of peace comes over me as the driver hits the gas and the inertia settles me back into the seat.

  I pick up my phone and log on to Facebook. It’s not even thirty seconds before my mom is pinging me on Messenger.

  Mom: Willow. You up? I’m Skyping you now.

  She doesn’t give me a chance to answer before my Skype ringer is going off.

  “Hello, Mother.” She’s in London so it’s a perfectly reasonable hour there, I guess. She doesn’t even consider what time it is here.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice is sharp.

  I sigh. “What do you mean? Like what am I doing at this moment or is this a broader question? Because if it’s ‘what am I doing with my life’ I don’t think I have time right now——”

  “I got a call from Pierson Marcus.”

  Pierson Marcus. Derrick’s father.

  My heart stops beating and the cold that was outside on the street is suddenly in the back of the cab with me.

  “What did he want?”

  Truthfully, I don’t want to know the answer. From my mother’s tone I can already surmise this is not something that is going to make me do a tap dance and sing a show tune.

  “They are considering retaining my firm. He sits on the board of directors for Axix Telecom. He and his group want us to represent them in the final stages of the merger with Richards’ Holdings. And if that deal goes well, then they may consider us for representation ongoing.”

  “Okay, so that’s wonderful. I’m very happy for you.” I deadpan my reply, knowing there is more to this conversation than meets the ear.

  “It is wonderful, Willow. Or it was wonderful, until about twenty minutes ago.”

  “Mom. What I have to do with any of this is beyond me. It’s the middle of the night here and I’m not all that great at decoding things at the best of times, so please, can you just give me the condensed version of whatever this is?”

  “Don’t be smart with me, young lady. You want to keep living in my penthouse and spending my money?”

  No. I want to snap back but I don’t. Instead I count to ten, the cloak of my shame covering me with each number. “Sorry, Mother. What is it?”

  “I hate to bring up the past...”

  Oh, sure you do. Like Elvis hates peanut butter. “But...” I say, looking out the window as the rain starts to create glistening streaks of water across the glass.

  “This ugliness from high school. With his son. All that nonsense.”

  I’m shivering even with the blazing heat inside the cab. Words are caught in my throat as I sit up straight and my free hand wraps around my waist.

  My mother’s voice deepens. “I’ve done my best to support you, Willow. Even you said that you were drinking that night. Drunk because you said yourself you don’t remember it all. Now, Derrick and his father need you to clear this up once and for all. The silly accusations you made. Derrick is one of us. It’s time you straightened this out. I won’t let one night of childish nonsense ruin one of the biggest retentions my firm will ever have, Willow.”

  You call it drunk. I call it I tried one glass of champagne and ended up black out drunk. I’d say that drink had more than bubbles in it, but you didn’t seem to wa
nt to hear that part.

  Instead of saying what I should, I hold my temper and ask, “What are you talking about?”

  The stinging in my eyes is not from lack of sleep. I hate that she can still wield this power over me. Like I’ve not grown up at all. The day after the party when Derrick was on top of me, his hand over my mouth and my innocence stolen from me, I’d cried to her.

  Cried my eyes out. Sobbed and tore at my hair as she sat behind her desk, her arms crossed, telling me in an admonishing tone, ‘These things happen, Willow. You can’t just put yourself in the position to tempt a man, then expect him to not take what he needs. Especially when you are drunk. Willow, really. Just let this go. You are as much at fault as Derrick. More so, in fact.’

  Her voice swims into my head, through the mists of memories, into the cab. “...need to apologize to Derrick and his family. Say you are sorry it’s taken you so long, but you want to make things right. The accusations were unfounded, you know that, and you were the one that enticed him that night.”

  My stomach threatens to release, right here in the back of the filthy cab filled with the scent of street hotdogs, mustard and a locker room.

  My mother wouldn’t go to the police. But she did make me go to the doctor. They gave me a pill, ‘just in case’ my mother said. She said what happened was a private matter. Even back then I knew rape was not a private matter, it was a criminal offense, even if I was intoxicated and couldn’t fight back. But I deferred to her. Then, when my brain couldn’t take it anymore, I blurted to Murphy at school. She was the one who went to the headmaster, who then called me to his office.

  I knew I shouldn’t say any more to the headmaster. I knew my mother would hate me for it, but for once in my short life I defied her. I told him what happened. The party. The drinking. How I remember even in and out of consciousness that Derrick was on top of me.

  The school opened a quiet investigation but no law enforcement was called. Just my mother. And Derrick’s father.

  It was humiliating. Sitting there in front of the group while Derrick told his side of the story. In the end, it was kept out of the legal end of things, hushed up and kept quiet. But to Derrick and his family, his golden name had been tarnished. By me.