His grin widens. “Good. I’m in charge now, Joyce. I control your pleasure…” He reaches between my legs, fingers spreading my pussy lips wide. His cock presses at my entrance, and he eases himself a little farther in, and then out again. The anticipation is excruciating. I gasp and shiver with want. “You belong to me,” he whispers, lips at my ear, tongue swirling around my earring. He nips my neck lightly, at the spot where my neck meets my ear, and I moan, unable to help myself. Slowly, he teases me, giving me just a taste of what’s to come. I look down and watch just the tip of his cock disappearing into me and coming back out. Again and again until I’m vibrating with need. “Your pain is mine; your pleasure is mine.” He leans back and looks into my eyes. “You are mine now. Once and for all.”
Finally, and without warning, he thrusts into me, completely, in a sharp motion that makes me cry out, my hips bucking as his cock fills my pussy, stretching me to my limits.
“You are mine,” he repeats, and I can’t tear my eyes from his, as the spike of pain at his initial thrust begins to shift into pleasure.
The way he stretches me, fills me… There’s nothing like it. I cannot get enough of this sensation.
He draws out slower this time, and I tighten my legs around his waist, hating the way he pulls out of me. I want him in me, filling me. I don’t want to stop feeling his cock strain against my inner walls, my pussy tightening around him.
When he thrusts into me again, my head falls back, another long moan passing my lips.
“You like that?” He’s smirking, studying me, loving my reactions.
“Fuck yes,” I manage before he starts to fuck me in earnest. He pins me to the chaise with strong hands around my hips. Speeds up his thrusts, his hips arching above me. Every thrust makes my pussy ache and spark with pleasure at the same time, as I strain around his thick cock. But with every thrust, there’s less pain and more pleasure, until I’m thrusting too, rocking my hips upward to meet him at every stroke.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he growls, eyes glazed over with desire. I love watching his face, seeing him gaze at me, devour me with his eyes and his body. “Joyce, you are perfect. Better than I imagined.”
I close my eyes, let myself get lost in the sensation of his cock driving into me, his hips crashing against mine, his balls slapping my ass, he fucks me so hard and fast.
Then, without warning, he arches his back and grabs my legs. Untangles them from his waist and throws my calves over his shoulders, so my body is angled up beneath him. My eyes widen, and I gasp as his cock drags along my front wall at this angle, scraping across my G-spot. He keeps fucking me, holding me in place, his expression turning animalistic, all lust.
The orgasm takes me by surprise. My back arches, my whole body shaking as I cry out, my head falling back against the chaise.
“Fuck, Joyce,” Declan groans, and I open my eyes to find him watching me, pure ecstasy in his eyes. He thrusts into me again once, twice, three times and then he tightens his grip on my thighs, his fingers digging in so hard they’ll leave bruises as he finishes, growling my name.
He drops my legs, and I pull him down onto me, his cock still in my pussy. I don’t want him to pull out, not yet. I want to savor this.
“Fuck. That was…” I shake my head, lost for words.
Declan leans back, smiling at me. When he kisses me again, it’s a different kiss this time. Tender, full of emotion. I sink into it, our mouths melding together, tongues entwined. When we break apart again, he rests his forehead against mine, eyes boring into mine. “You’re mine now, Joyce,” he breathes.
“I know,” I murmur in response. Because I am. He’s my first, and damn, what a first. I can’t imagine it ever feeling like this with anyone else.
I’ll never be the same after him… But that’s fine because I like who I’m becoming and who I am with him.
We kiss again, and the pleasure that hums through me turns into something sharper. Fear. Because I’ve realized I don’t want this to end. I’m falling for him, hard. I like him, and I don’t want this to be the end of our experience.
But as he scoops me up into his arms and carries me into his bedroom, past the forgotten dinner we never bothered to eat in the kitchen, I remember what he said on our first date. There’s no rule that says we can’t keep having fun as long as we’d like.
That’s fine by me. If I had my way, I’d want it to go on forever, I think as I drift off to sleep in Declan’s arms, wrapped in the elegant silk sheets of his king size bed.
8
It’s only been 16 hours, I think, as I unlock my door and step across the threshold. Less than a whole day, and yet, it feels as though I’ve changed completely.
Declan woke me up this morning with his tongue, and we carried on, fucking in bed, then again in the shower, with me pinned against the wall, the hot water coursing over our skin. I can’t get enough of sex now, especially not sex with him.
16 hours, and I’m a different person. My whole life is different.
But before we could sit down and have breakfast–both of us starving since we skipped dinner the night before–Declan’s phone went off. Work. He rushed me out into a cab he called, saying he’d call me later. That’s fine. I could use another shower–we didn’t exactly get clean in our last one.
My nerves sing, and I hum under my breath as I dance through the house. My phone goes off, and I check it, sighing under my breath. Violet, again. She’d been texting nonstop all morning, even though I texted her last night to let her know I was fine.
How are you? says the most recent text, when I open it.
I’m fine, I type back, hitting send. Then I shake my head, and type another one, correcting myself. Better than fine.
What do you mean? comes the reply, almost immediately. I ignore it and set a pot of coffee on. My phone dings again a minute later.
Did you have sex? With him??
Ugh. Talk about a buzz kill. I close my messages, set the phone aside, and pour a cup of coffee. Coffee, then shower, then TV and chill. That’s what I need right now.
I make it a few hours. All the way to TV and chilling. Then I think to message Declan. He did rush me out kind of quickly this morning. I hope everything is okay.
I open my laptop and navigate to my now most frequently visited site, First Time for Sale. I click open my inbox, then freeze.
User has been deleted.
That’s all it says in the “From” box under Declan’s last message. I scowl, clicking it open. This can’t be right.
But sure enough, there’s no link to his profile. When I navigate to the search box and type in his username, there are no results. When I look at my bid page, someone else has overtaken him in the bidding, and there’s no counter-bid. The auction ends in less than 12 hours, and Declan?
He’s gone.
I don’t know what else to do. I call Violet.
Somewhere between my sobs, she gets the message, hangs up, and comes over.
After all that. After everything he said. He just up and bolted the moment he got what he wanted. He fucked me, got to claim a virgin for free, and left the site. Left me.
I have no other way to reach him. No email, no phone number. Hell, not even a last name. Just the way he must have wanted it. Easy escape for him.
“How could I have been so stupid?” I sob into Violet’s shoulder as she rubs my back in slow circles.
“It happens to all of us, hun,” she murmurs. “Sex makes us dumb. Blind.”