My Little Fox didn’t fuck up my world, she created it. It’s as though her acceptance gave me permission to justbe. To let go of society’s expectations and become the beast that I worked so hard to suppress. He’s not buried anymore, though. No, he’s awake and free, and he’s a possessive bastard. He knows Rayvn belongs to us, and he’s refusing to give her back.
It’s unhealthy, this…needI have for her. It’s a complex, living, breathing thing. I may want to own her, keep her to myself for the rest of our days. Tie her to me implicitly, but I don’t want to break her down and destroy her. I don’t want to stifle all that isher. Everything that drew me in from the beginning, enraptured my soul and knitted it with hers. I want to propel her forward. Push her to be everything she’s meant to be.
I just want to be by her side while she does it.
Rayvn twitches in her sleep, and my body mirrors the movement. My hand hovering over her arm freezes, and my head cocks to the side. Did my Little Fox disobey me? I pause, watching her for any more movements or signs that she’s awake. She’s still as can be. Her breathing is deep and even. Asleep. Perfect.
Standing, I walk on silent feet to her ensuite bathroom, closing the door with a barely audibleclickbehind me. I flick on the light and take in the room, noting the layout and design. I hadn’t explored in here yesterday when I’d broken in for the first time. Even though I’ve been watching her for months, I pushed off this last step. Sadly, it wasn’t to grant her privacy. No, it was for a much more selfish reason.
I knew if I allowed myself inside her space, the place she sleeps and spends time, the bed she fucks her sweet cunt in, I’d never want to leave. Or I’d burn the place to the ground. Surely, if she had no other place to go, she’d be stuck with me. From what she’s explained of her best friend Shiloh, that situation worked out for her and her husband Logan. Maybe I could do some structural damage to the apartment building, rendering her homeless. Then I’d sweep in like a knight in shining whatever and save the day. She’d cry into my chest and cling to me, thanking me for saving her. She’d drop to her knees, knowing the best way to saythank youis with my cock shoved deep down her elegant throat again. And then I’d…
Fuck.
Shaking my head, I chuckle quietly so as to not wake my sleeping beauty. I really need to get these fantasies under control before I start acting on them. She may have dug her claws in and ripped my sanity from my body, but I have to at least pretend to be somewhat normal in her presence. My Little Fox loves to be scared, but I don’t want her genuinely terrified of me. Except for tonight…but that was fake. Maybe. For a moment there, when I’d choked her with my cock until she passed out, I thought I’d ruined everything. Thought she’d run for the hills, but no. My girl is brave. Strong.Perfect.
A big meaty fist wraps around my barely functioning, black heart and squeezes roughly. No, I definitely don’t want her genuinelyscaredof me. There is a difference between the games that we play and actual terror. Rayvn once called me her safe space, and I refuse to be anything but. I can indulge in her fantasies and dreams. I can make them a reality for her, but that only works if she trusts me enough to give herself to me.
It's an honor to be that for her, to have her, and I won’t fuck it up. So, I’ll keep my crazy in check…for now.
I make quick work of washing my hands, making sure I’ve gotten all the debris from our tryst in the cemetery off of my skin. I want to sully My Little Fox. Dirty her up in the worst ways, but not tonight.
No. Tonight, I’ve got other plans for her.
My eyes roam over the counter as I dry my hands, looking for proof of the demand I gave her this evening. Let’s see how well she follows instructions. I find nothing where I’d expected, causing my brows to furrow. I open the medicine cabinet and am surprised by what I find. I pick up the little silver packet, noting all the empty pill slots. She has three white pills left in the tray, and while I may be a man, I’m not an idiot. I know what they are and what they mean.
For all of five seconds, I debate taking them. Throwing them away. Burning them. My brain and beast work together, calculating how we replace next month’s prescription with placebos. What better way to lock her to me for life than to knock her up? My already hard cock throbs at the thought. A bead of precum leaks out onto my boxers, and my balls pulse with need.
My gaze darts to the bedroom, even though I can’t see her through the door. I can picture her there, laid out and unaware. An offering.For me.
A visceral, intense fantasy plays out in my head, spurred on by the scent ofhersurrounding me like a warm blanket. Lilacs. Chocolate. Sin. It’s an odd combination, but together, on her, it’s mouth-watering. My mind goes back to the vision of Rayvn, naked and spread wide. Her cunt was glistening and puffy, just waiting for me fuck her hard, deep. Just waiting for my seed.Shit.
The thought of filling Rayvn so full of my cum while she sleeps that she wakes up dripping and sticky has me damn near fucking my fist right here and now. She’d look stunning–big, and round with my baby. She’d be stuck with me for life. She’d never escape me, not for a second. Nothing, and I meannothing,will take her from me except death himself.
Swallowing thickly, I blink back to reality only to find my hand down my pants and wrapped around my aching, stiff length. Fuck, I got off once tonight down her pretty throat, and my dick is already begging for more.
No. Not yet.
The same can be said for tampering with her birth control. I want to knock her up, but more than that, I want to fill her with my seed. I want her stuffed full of me, carrying me with her all day. I want her as infected with me as I am with her. That thought causes a realization to settle deep in my gut. I want a future with Rayvn, but I’m not ready to share her, even with a baby we’d create together. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to. I want to be selfish with her. I want every aspect of my Little Fox’s life centered around me because mine is already orbiting her.
Sighing, I shake the wayward thoughts away and turn the light off before exiting the bathroom. I pad quietly to her bedside, finding her in the exact same position I left her.Good.I quickly search her room for what I need and grin to myself when I find it on her nightstand next to a mostly empty bottle of water. I check the pill case, and a swell of pride fills me instantly. It’s open and clearly tampered with. The cap is off, and I swear, it’s like she’s leaving me a sign. Another layer of trust and consent. She wants me to know she took the sleeping pills, and she did it… for me.
She wants to play.
She did so good for me tonight in the cemetery. I didn’t go into tonight with any sort of plan. I just knew from her profile and some conversations that she likes primal play. After a ton of research and hours watching videos, I learned what it was. I will say she surprised me when she said she had no limits. Especially where consent is concerned. At first, I wasn’t sure if I was okay with taking her blindly without permission. Forcing her to submit, even if she’s fighting me every step of the way like she did tonight. But, after researching it, I can see where the appeal comes from. And after experiencing it with her tonight…
Yeah. It’s pretty fucking hot.
I slowly slide the blanket from her body and find her in a tiny lacy nighty. I grin to myself as I pull out my phone and snap a bunch of photos, the same way I did last night. Her tits were already practically spilling from her tiny top, and it was easy to pull it down the rest of the way, granting me access. I sucked on her nipples like a starving man seeking milk. I couldn’t help it. It was my first time having a breast in my mouth and hers were there for the taking. Getting to explore a woman’s body like this, without having to worry about if I’m doing something right or wrong, is a good way for me to gain experience. If anything, I’m looking at it scientifically.
My throbbing cock disagrees. I tell the fucker to shut it while I lift her little nighty up, exposing her long, sleek thighs. Her dark skin glistens in the pale moonlight, creating the perfect canvas for me. I watch Rayvn’s face as I shift her legs, spreading them wide for me.
No panties. Fuck. She really did want me to play with her, didn’t she? My perfect fucking girl.
I barely stifle a groan as I take in her glistening, hairless cunt. I knew she was smooth when I fingered her in the club, but now…I’m finally getting my first look. It’s so tiny and puffy. So perfect. I want to devour it. Devour her. If I eat her out, suck her sweet juices into my mouth, will she wake up? No. She slept solidly last night. Maybe just a taste.
My mind is a single-track thing as I crawl between her perfect thighs and settle myself on my stomach. I watch for any signs that she’s woken up while sliding her legs over my shoulders. When she still doesn’t move, I dive in. I inhale her sweet cunt and groan against her flesh. She smells tangy and sweet. Not floral like the rest of her body, but there’s that hint of chocolate that I’ve come to associate with her. I have to find out what she wears to make her smell like this. I’ll stock my entire fucking house with it, so she feels at home when she moves in.
No, calm down Nash. Not yet.I stifle a scoff. Fuck, at this point, I’m ready to marry the woman.Don’t forget your job, Nash.I growl quietly, telling my inner voice to shut the hell up. This isn’t the time for that shit. My mouth is literally inches from a pussy for the first time in my life. I need to practice while she sleeps. Need to make sure I’m perfect for her.