After the day I’d had, I returned home, certain nothing could shake the dark mood from my shoulders until I saw Molly and the damn dinner table. The sandwich. How could something so simple make me feel so much? With my mood perilously close to free fall, only the sight of Molly, the object of my obsession, sinking to her willing knees before me could save it. My girl never did what I expected.
Still, I couldn’t allow the feelings she was stirring to soften me. I had waited so long to have her in my hands again, and she’d immediately tried to dismantle my defenses. Molly was tricky. She was the only person in the world who had ever known me, which made her dangerous. I had to keep her in her place, and kneeling on the kitchen floor after making me dinner was a good start. If I softened now, I’d never be able to keep her when she tried to run from me.
“Open your mouth,” I told her thickly.
She licked her lips first, looking at my hard-on as if she wasn’t quite sure it would fit. Maybe it wouldn’t. I’d make it fit, I thought grimly as I rubbed the head across her lips. She swallowed, the narrow column of her throat bobbing with the motion, and parted her lips. I slid inside without another word and pushed in deep.
She moaned, her eyes tearing up as I slid in and out, stretching her lips wide whenever my stomach came near her nose. The amount she took was laughable, less than half, yet it was the best blow job I’d ever received. Her hand flexed on my thighs, and I heard her suck in her breath through her nose, closing her eyes to focus with typical Molly-type determination. But that wouldn’t do at all.
“Eyes up here, Molly. On me,” I told her roughly as I gathered the silky spill of her hair in my fist and held her head in place.
I couldn’t fuck her as hard as I wanted to, not yet. I couldn’t choke her while she still looked at me all starry-eyed. This wasn’t how I wanted her to discover what she’d willingly walked into.But soon, I’d be allowed to be as rough with her as I wanted once I had all the cards on the table. The truth was, I was enjoying myself. I enjoyed her pure happiness and her relief. And I’d enjoy bending her to my will, breaking her desire to run, and training her to live in the dark beside me.
My free hand cupped her chin and tilted her head so I could slide deeper as the hand in her hair kept her in place.I was close. The sight of Mallory’s face was sending me spiraling toward a hard release. Tear tracks of strain made their way down her hollowed cheeks, and she blinked rapidly, the effort of taking the hard pace I’d set kicking in. Her mouth was growing looser and sloppier.
When I glanced down, I saw her hand making its way down the thick band of the sweatpants she’d borrowed. My twisted girl was getting off on my roughness. Knowing that fucking her mouth was making her horny sent me over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m going to fill your belly so full of my cum that you won’t want dinner or breakfast,” I muttered as my balls drew up.
She moaned around me, nodding despite my thrusts making her head shake. I couldn’t stand it for one more second.Fuck.Her innocence and lack of skill were melting me and making me into a new person.
I came hard, my hand on her chin holding her in place as I pumped a heavy load down her throat.
“Swallow every drop, Princess. Don’t waste any,” I warned her, pushing in as deep as I could.
Molly tapped at my thighs for me to move back, and I took my time complying. She was so beautiful, choking on my pulsing cock. Only when I was empty did I pull back, immediately missing the warm cavern of her willing mouth.
“Let me see.”
She opened her mouth and showed me her tongue, painted white.
I rubbed my thumb over her shiny lips, smearing the last of my spend. “Swallow it down, beautiful.”
I stepped back, tucking myself back into my pants. I was careful not to be naked in front of Mallory yet. It would be impossible to explain my body to her without the truth.
“Now, get up, take off those ugly pants and sit on the table. There’s only one thing I’m eating tonight, and it’s you,” I told her roughly. I watched as she complied, tutting when she kept her knees shyly together. “Open wide for me, Princess, or I’ll make you.”
* * *
I only relentedwhen she was a sodden, boneless mess. I carried her down the hall to my room. After lowering her onto the bed, I made to leave, thinking she was asleep.
She grabbed my hand, stopping me.“Won’t you hold me?”
Hesitantly, I sat next to her on the bed and slipped my arm around her. She burrowed against me, and my dead heart lurched in my chest. She had no idea who she’d asked to hold her. She had no idea how dirty and bloodied these hands were she welcomed on her skin. If she did, she’d run and hide from me.
Soon she would know, and it would be easier. What was meant as a punishment for Molly was turning out to be a trial for me. I held her until her breathing eased before letting my arm slip away. If I weren’t careful, I’d lose control of this situation. And I couldn’t afford to do that.
21
MOLLY
Grateful Dawn nursing home wasn’t the best place for the care my mom needed, but it was the best I could afford. The place always smelled like overcooked cabbage, but the staff was friendly, and my mother seemed happy. Although it was hard to tell these days as she retreated further into herself. Her injuries and life’s disappointments were pushing down on her.
“Morning, Gladys!” I called to the nurse dispensing the many medications Mara took daily. Each of those little pills equaled a night bartending at the Blue Rabbit. It seemed crazy to pay so much and take so many tablets for the effect to be so unnoticeable. But the nurses assured me she needed them, and what she needed, she got. Expense be damned. I had nothing else in this world to spend money on.
“Morning, love. Mara will be excited to see you,” Gladys replied.
Excited was probably an overstatement, but I liked to think my mother knew I was here and valued my consistent visiting schedule.