His strokes are ruthless. He’s not scared of hurting me, which is good, because what he’s doing is beyond incredible. But my vision is blurring now. I hate to admit it, but I’m scared. Giving up this level of control was not what I was expecting to do.
But I trust him.
It makes no sense at all, but I trust him.
His cock swells inside me, and with a fierce glare, he presses his lips right against mine and stares into my eyes. “You sexy bitch, I’m going to fill your fucking pussy up. Come with me.”
I’m right there, but not right there.
The world is going black anyway.
I don’t even know if I can.
But then, Baron releases his hand from my throat, and everything changes.
A rush of sensation pours through me like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s like every nerve ending of my body starts to scream at the same time. Finally, I find my breath and cry out as my orgasm barrels into me like an out of control truck.
I’m beyond slick between my thighs, and the sensation only grows as I feel Baron’s cock pulse and a hot jet of his release sprays inside me. My body launches into a series of convulsions as we flow through bliss together. He pumps his hips forward one final time and buries his nine inches inside me. I experience the dull pain, the stretch and our releases at the same time as a collage of unbelievable sensation. Beyond anything I could ever imagine.
He holds me down, rocking gently inside me. I feel him throbbing and hold him close. Drops of his release spill out of me and run down my thighs. After a moment, he kisses me on the collarbone, then works his way up my neck to my cheek.
“Christ, princess. See what you do to me? Turn me into an animal.”
It’s an odd time to blush, but I am. “It’s okay, Daddy. I like it.”
“I wish we could stay here. Just me and you and fall asleep right now.”
“So do I,” I whisper.
“Let’s put ourselves together.” He smiles. “And I’ll take you home.”
“Home?” I ask, starting to panic. “But…Mom—”
“Not that home, princess. I’m rich. I have many homes. And one of them is just for us.”
12
Pixie
I’m in and out of sleep as Baron drives. My heels lie on the floor beneath me, and I’m curled up in the passenger seat with one hand between my legs, holding a crumpled-up paper towel to soak up the seemingly infinite amount of cum he pumped inside of me.
I’m sore now and will definitely be sore tomorrow, but I like it. It’s a little reminder of what just happened between us.
I feel as though I understand him more now as a man. His motivations are far less murky now. I saw the pain in his eyes when he spoke to me about my mom, about wanting me and not being able to have me. My little “date” with Harry hurt him, and I feel bad about that. But I’ll make it up to him.
A man who could have any woman he wants, and he wants me. A man I should never, under any circumstances want to be with, yet here I am, curled up in post-orgasmic bliss, blushing and glowing and ready for more whenever he is.
Somehow, I feel stronger now. When he first did what he did, I felt helpless. I was a victim, subject to his whim. Powerless.
But I was powerless before that too. The more I teased, the more he ignored, distanced himself from me. Punished me. When I acted out, he punished me again. Getting close to him was not an option. But now I feel as though we’ve somehow reached level ground. Not completely, but almost.
We both want each other and are no longer afraid to admit it. The pretext behind our actions is gone. I feel as though I’ve taken my rightful place by his side, and although the journey to get here may have been completely unconventional, the destination has made it all worth it.
“Here we are, princess,” Baron says gently. The car slows, and I look up to see us pulling into the driveway of a very modern house on the slope of a mountain. The rain is barely a drizzle now, but he covers me with his jacket, then lifts me into his arms and carries me inside.
“I bet that’s how you treat all the girls,” I tease as he brings me over to a couch and sets me down.
“No one other than you has been here before, Pixie. No one.”