Six
Aurora
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Being around him is so different to being in the compound. He listens to me, for one thing, when I talk. No one at home does. Even the servants avoid speaking to me. I’ve no one to confide in, except Mario and Luigi. They might be good listeners but that’s primarily because they want treats and walks around the grounds. The horses let me talk to them but it’s not the same.
This stranger is making me feel that there could be a life worth living. A life outside the compound. A life outside of the planned out destiny my family have for me. Maybe I could find out more about this possible life. Maybe I’ll stay here more than just one night. Maybe I’ll stick around in the morning.
My parents have probably worked out I’m gone by now. They probably have people out looking for me.
I turned my cellphone off so they couldn’t call or track me.
I smile to myself as I think about what will happen when I go back. I’ll be able to tell them I’m no longer their innocent little child. That should stop them marrying me off like a piece of meat.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” the man asks me, still hovering just outside my pussy.
“Never.”
“You sure you want to?”
A bit late to ask that, isn’t it?”
Where did this confident version of me come from? I’m guessing it’s because he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know anything about me. It’s a wonderful feeling.
“I need a yes or no.”
“Yes, all right. I want this. Don’t you?”
“Tell me if there’s pain.” He nudges the tip of himself into me. I wince as I stretch around him and I’m about to tell him to stop when the unease is replaced by a wonderful sense of fullness. My body is reacting to him like we’ve been doing this for years, no doubt helped by the orgasm I’ve already had.
When my cousin talked about sex, I used to wonder how a man could fit down there. I watched some porn but I still couldn’t work out how it could fit.
Now I know. My body is working to make it happen. I haven’t had to do anything but relax and let it all take place.
He slides an inch deeper and the sensation of fullness grows. Then he pushes all the way into me. It feels incredible. I can’t help but let out a deep moan of delight. I push my hips up to meet his, greedy for this to go on forever.
All too soon, he pulls back. I think he’s about to slide out of me completely and I get ready to protest. At the last moment he thrusts all the way in again and I almost come just from that.
“You feel so good,” he says, grinding against me, leaning down to kiss me.
“So do you,” I reply between embraces. I reach up and feel his chest, running my hands over the taut muscles. Such strength in him, all coiled and ready to use but contained, controlled. He’s holding back from what he could do, I can tell that.
He wants to fuck me through the mattress but he’s resisting, making sure I’m comfortable. It’s a powerful aphrodisiac. Seeing that level of power restrained in him. Makes me want him all the more.
I close my eyes as he begins to thrust in earnest, alternating fast and slow, teasing me closer to a second orgasm. I realize I haven’t mentioned birth control to him. He’s not mentioned it either.
He’s not wearing a condom.
I’m an idiot.
It’s one thing to lose my virginity to a stranger but what if I get pregnant? I reckon my father might actually have me killed if that’s the case. Shit, can I tell him to stop now?
I think for an instant before making a decision. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want thoughts of my parents disapproval to color my decision making. If I get pregnant, I’ll handle it. Give me a reason to get out of bed each morning. Sure, I’ll be a single parent, broke and alone, but I’ll be free. A tiny family. Just me and a baby. Won’t that be something worth living for?
“Come in me.” The words slip out of my mouth and I feel myself flushing for saying them.
“I will,” the man says. Only when you’ve come for me again. I want to hear you moan when you do.”