Cason
My eyes fill with the sight of this girl—this woman—and I can’t decide if she simply doesn’t fear me or if she’s just too innocent to understand she should. Staring up at me, her eyes fixed on mine, she doesn’t look away. I’ve made grown men cry and beg for mercy, yet this girl either doesn’t know to or refuses to do those very things.
I can’t explain the effect she has on me. Maybe it’s because she’s so beautiful and so willing, standing in front of me offering herself up to the one person who holds her fate in his hands.
Touching her face, I slowly drag my fingertip along her jaw she’s defiantly tilted up to prove to me she’s strong. I want her to be strong. I’ll be disappointed if she’s not. I want her to be the first person under my control who forces me to reckon with their power against my own.
She winces, probably because she thinks I’m going to hit her. I’ve threatened her enough times today for her to believe that. But still, she doesn’t pull away and doesn’t avert her gaze from my face.
I like that. Now I want to see if she’ll remain strong when I take all her power away.
My hand drifts down along the column of her neck and over her collarbone I could easily snap she’s so much smaller than me. I don’t want violence like that tonight, though. I’ve killed today. Maybe tonight I can do something that feels good.
I hook my fingers under the collar of the T-shirt and tug hard down between her tits, ripping the shirt down the middle. Glancing up, I see her eyes grow wide and fill with fear.
Don’t go soft on me already, little girl. We’re just getting started. Stay with me and prove you’re as strong as I think you may be.
My hand cups her full breast, perfectly fitting against its heaviness like two puzzle pieces made for one another. Her hard nipple pokes against the base of my thumb, teasing me with how perfect she truly is.
Perfect and mine for as long as I choose tonight.
“Why did you rip this?” she asks, grabbing the two ragged sides of the shirt in her hands. “I would have just as happily taken it off over my head.”
I don’t want to hear about the shirt or what she wanted to do with it, so I pull her to me and kiss her hard. Her lips soften almost instantly, yielding to the pressure of my mouth as I take this first taste of her. My tongue slides into her mouth, and the feel of her giving in to me makes my cock harden like steel.
Stuffing my hand into her hair, I tighten my grip on the soft strands and tug her head back. She doesn’t fight me at all, reaching out to run her hands over my chest and down my ribs.
Her need comes off her in waves, and it’s nothing less than intoxicating. But it’s not enough for me. I want her to beg.
So I pull my mouth away and look down at her to see her eyelids flutter open and her beautiful brown eyes staring up at me. Filled with confusion, that slowly morphs into a look of hurt, like she can’t believe I wouldn’t want her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, every word laced with the same emotion that now fills her eyes. “Why did you stop?”
I know what she’s thinking. I can see it in her face, hear it in the panic that clings to every word. She’s set all her hopes for living on being able to make me want her. Smiling down at her, I can’t help but laugh at how wrong she is.
She can offer me her very soul, and it won’t change a thing. If her father fails to pay back that money by the seventh day, I’ll do to her what I’ve done to everyone else marked for death.
What I did to Creighton just hours ago.
And not even the best fucking sex of my life can stop that from happening.
“Let me hear what you want, Lily.”
Pressing her lips tightly together, she seems unwilling or unable to voice what she wants me to do to her. That needs to change. Now.
With a sharp tug of her hair that makes her wince, I give her a taste of what will happen if she doesn’t obey my command. “I told you once you come into this room, no is not allowed. So I repeat, let me hear you say what you want, Lily.”
In a tiny voice, she whispers, “You.”
But her eyes tell the real truth, what she wants more than anything else in the world, and it’s not me. It’s to stay alive.
For a moment, I consider pushing her away. It could be amusing to watch her desperation unravel in front of me before I send her back to her room to fret for the next six days.
That’s the sadistic part of me, but it’s not the part that’s controlling me tonight. No, tonight need has gotten the better of rage, and I want to know how good it will feel to be balls deep inside Lily.
So I don’t push her away, and I take her answer, even though it’s a lie. It’s enough that I’m going to make her mine tonight. I don’t need the truth from her, too.
My mouth crushes hers in a kiss meant to show her what’s coming when I take her. And that’s what it will be. Taking. If she has any illusions about what I’m after, she needs to forget them right now.
I am who I am, and whether that’s a killer or a monster, I’m always one thing. Merciless.
Her hands clutch the back of my neck, surprising me with how much she returns my kiss. I expected her to recoil at its hardness because she’s so small and so defenseless, but here she is standing on her tiptoes to meet my need with her own, pressing her lips to mine with the same intensity before sliding her tongue into my mouth to tease me.
Backing away, I smile at her efforts. “Be careful, little girl. I’m not one of those boys you play with.”
But she doesn’t cower at my warning. Instead, she steps forward, pressing her body to mine, and nips my bottom lip playfully with her teeth.
“I don’t play with boys. You’re not even the oldest man I’ve ever been with, Cason. And I’m not a little girl.”
Every word drips with defiance I want to rip from her body, but at the same time, her strength arouses me like nothing or no one has ever done before. I want her more than I can explain, and the thought of her being with a man even older than me burrows into my brain like some infection. Within seconds, it’s all I can think of.
“Really? So you’re not as innocent or sweet as you look?” I ask, my mind consumed with questions about that detail she dropped into our time together.
Her dark eyes grow wide, making her look utterly angelic, but her smile is nothing less than wicked. “I never said I was innocent or sweet. I’m simply me. What you see in that is more about you than anything I am.”
Fuck. The unknowing girl I thought I had standing in front of me suddenly seems to be more seductress than she let on all day. That’s okay, though. It doesn’t change who I am either.
Or what I’m going to take from her.
I slide my arm around her waist and pull her hard into my body, loving the look of surprise that fills those eyes. “Enough talking, Lily. You wanted to be in here, so now you are. What do you plan to do for me?”
Left unspoken at the end of my question is the part I know she’ll fill in for herself. To ensure I don’t kill you. But that’s all in her mind and has nothing to do with me. Sex is sex, and work is work.
And never the two shall meet.
She doesn’t answer with a single word, but I watch her slowly lower to the floor so she’s kneeling in front of me. Definitely not a bad start.
Her fingers shake as they fumble with my zipper, but she gets it open and a second later, her hand palms my hard cock. The feel of her skin on mine sends a jolt of need racing through me, and for the briefest second, I consider pulling her up off the floor and skipping this to get to fucking her.
I don’t, though, because a moment later she takes the head of my cock into her mouth and I can’t think of a fucking thing other than how goddamned incredible her lips and tongue feel around me. A woman who knows how to suck cock well is one of the few distractions in this world I’ve never been able to overcome.
Not that I’ve tried very hard.
Lily goes to town on my dick like she’s an expert, her tongue flicking along the vein that travels up the underside of it and making my eyes roll back into my fucking head. She can’t take the whole length into her mouth, so she wraps her fingers around the base and pumps gently as her blond head bobs up and down.
I stuff my hand in that pretty hair and tighten my fist to set the pace. Speeding her up a notch, I push my hips so she has to take just a little more of me each time. She doesn’t make a sound or complain, which makes me wonder how often she’s done this before.
Why the fuck I should care is beyond me. Who fucking cares how many guys she’s blown?
Those questions sound off in my mind, but others drown them out. How old was that guy she was with? When the hell was that? She’s only eighteen, so when did that happen?
Distracted with all that, I don’t notice when she stops. Only when she speaks do I realize I’ve completely let myself get lost with shit that doesn’t matter when I could have been enjoying getting a first-rate cock sucking.
“Cason, is something wrong?”
Shaking my head, I look down at her. “No. Don’t stop.”
I expect her to keep talking, but to my surprise, she doesn’t say another word and takes my cock into her mouth once more. I watch, mesmerized by how erotic she looks as she slowly slides her lips over me until they reach the side of her hand at the base of my dick. Her eyes closed, she is focused on entirely one thing.
Pleasing me.
To keep myself from thinking about anything else, I tilt her head back and say, “Look at me while you suck my cock.”
She doesn’t fight or even try to speak. She just immediately turns her eyes up toward me so she’s watching me as I watch her. It doesn’t take long for me to realize this is a mistake. Something about those big brown eyes staring up at me makes those fucking questions pop back into my head. I don’t want to think about who else she’s been with because it doesn’t matter. Why my goddamned brain doesn’t get that escapes me.
I can’t stop myself, though, so another minute of what might be the best blowjob I’ve ever had and I push her away. She looks up at me with something that appears to be hurt and fear in her eyes, but before she can say a word, I lift her off the floor to stand her up on her feet.
“Did I do something wrong?” she quietly asks, her gaze still fixed on my face even as I wish she’d look away. I don’t want to look at that innocence right now.
“Not in the mood for that. Take the underwear off or I’ll rip them off myself. Your choice.”
The change in me startles her, but she does as she’s told just as she has since the minute she walked into this room. That makes my inability to focus on what’s right in front of me even more confusing. She’s doing what I want. No useless chatter. No complaining. No fighting me.
So what the fuck is my problem?
My cock aches it’s so goddamned hard. She gives head better than I’ve ever had before. Yet, here I am watching her carefully toss her underwear aside instead of fucking her mouth like I rightly should be doing.
I need to focus and stop letting my curiosity about this girl get the best of me. She’s a female I can have. I want to have. Nothing more.
“Cason…”
Lily begins to ask me something, but I stop her with a kiss as I undo my pants and push them down to the middle of my thighs. Lifting her to waist-height, I push what’s left of her shredded T-shirt up over her stomach and back her up against the wall.
The head of my cock teases the wet opening of her cunt, and I barely get stable on my feet before I lower her in a rush down onto me. I fill her completely in one quick motion, and she exhales a deep sigh into my mouth, followed by a moan that I swear goes straight to my balls.
We stay perfectly still for a long moment before she rolls her hips and sends a feeling through me that makes my head swim. That’s all it takes, and I pound into her, loving the feel of her cunt around my cock.
Lily scratches her nails across the back of my neck, and I rear back in pain to see her staring up in terror at me. Her fear feeds me. I want it and need it like I need all she is right now.
I pull out until there’s nothing but the last inch of me inside her. For a moment, she looks dazed, like she doesn’t understand why I’m stopping.
Shaking my head, I smile. “Don’t worry. This I’m in the mood for.”
A second later, I tilt my hips and fill her again until I hear that little moan that does something to me I can’t explain. It’s like a mixture of desire and pain that I swear makes me want to fuck her even harder.
We get into a rhythm of me slamming into her followed by her moaning next to my ear, and with each thrust into her body, she sounds less like I’m hurting her and more like she’s enjoying this as much as I am. For as small as she is, Lily takes everything I force on her and still doesn’t cry out.
By the time I feel the first twitch of my cock telling me I’m about to come, I’m tired of trying to hurt her. I slow my pace so I’m practically motionless and let my head fall against her shoulder. I’ve given her all the rage I have and still she’s right here with me, her hands clinging to my shoulders as she whimpers softly with every push into her.
Then just as I feel myself beginning to lose control, her cunt tightens around my cock and she comes hard on me. She presses her heels into the bottom of my spine and moans louder before sinking her teeth into my shoulder.
It feels fucking incredible, her body milking me to my own release, and I explode inside her. We fall still when we both finally finish, and as I hold her against me, our bodies both covered in sweat from our fucking, I can’t help but admire her strength.
She took everything I forced on her and never gave in. I don’t know how, but she did it.
Finally, in the silence of that room, a heavy sigh escapes from her. It’s the sound of someone who finally believes she’s safe.
I should correct her about that. She isn’t safe. No safer than she was before I fucked her. No safer than she was before she walked into this room.
I don’t say anything, though. For a moment in this day, I don’t want to be that man.
For the first time in my life, I don’t want to be the cause of someone’s pain. That feeling will go away soon, but for now, I let it be just as I let her be with her hope that I won’t kill her if I’m ordered to.
