This girl is going to be the death of me, but so long as I can taste her before I die, it will have been worth it.
With one hand still on her nipple, I use the other hand to pull the silk fabric away from her pussy. Plunging my tongue in between her folds, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. The delectable scent I got from her pillow nearly twelve hours earlier was delicious, but the sweet taste of her pussy is unforgettable.
Placing my first two fingers in my mouth, I get them good and wet, then I push them inside of her. Her chest rises off of the table, and she moans. It sounds just like it did when she was sleeping earlier. I thought she was having a nightmare when I first opened the door until my name left her lips. It was then I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.
I twirl my fingers around inside of her, and I begin sucking on her clit. Her breathing increases, and her moans get louder. I quicken the pace of my fingers and pull her clit further into my mouth.
“Ah!” she cries out.
“Don’t you fucking come until I let you, Sasha.”
“What?” she questions, a look of horror on her face.
I didn’t think she was a virgin, but I know for damn sure she’s never had anything other than boring vanilla sex. It’s time to show her what she’s been missing.
“You heard me. I’m going to make you come hard, like nothing you’ve ever felt before, but you don’t get to come until I let you. You do, and you get punished.”
“Puni— aaah!” I thrust a third finger inside of her and move them around rapidly.
Her head drops back down onto the workbench as her moan begins to turn into a scream.
“Shh... you need to keep it down, or else someone will come down here. I don’t mind an audience, but I’m not sure you’re ready for that, yet.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Blade! I can’t hold it in. It’s too much...”
I remove my other hand from her tit and wrap it around my cock. I stroke myself a few times, but it doesn’t need much. I’m already hard as fuck. Sasha cries out in frustration when I remove my fingers from her pussy just as she was about to come.
“I told you, you have to wait until I let you come. Don’t be greedy, little girl.”
Quickly, I remove the thong and thrust my cock inside of her. Digging my fingers into her hips, I pound into her over and over again—hard, just like I promised I would.
“Jesus, fuck! I need to come, Blade,” she practically sobs.
“Wait for it,” I coach her.
I’m nearly there, and I want to come at the same time. I deepen my thrusts until I’m right on the edge.
“Now. Come now, Sasha!” I command her.
As though I’ve pressed a magic button somewhere, she immediately screams out in pleasure as an orgasm tears through her. Not giving a fuck, I come inside of her tight pussy.
“Holy... shit...” she pants from the tabletop.
I pull out of her and grab my boxers off the ground. I bask in the sight of my cum dripping from her opening for a second before I use them to clean her up.
“Did you...?” she stops mid-sentence and sits up. “Did you come inside me?”
“Yeah,” I shrug my shoulders. “What about it?”
“But, I’m not... I’m not on birth control! Oh shit, what have I done? You got me all worked up... I didn’t think about a condom or anything. Fuck! How could you let this happen?” she screams at me.
“First of all,” I take her head in my hands, “it takes two to tango. No one forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. Second, I told you. You’re mine now, and I take care of what’s mine.”
“But...”
I press my lips to hers, not letting her finish her sentence. It’s very effective because when I pull away, it’s as though she forgot what she was going to say.
“Get dressed. You can wear my shirt. We need to have an important conversation with someone.”
“What? With who?” she questions.
“Stone. The other man who was down here earlier,” I explain.
“You mean the one who slapped me? Yeah, no thanks,” she refuses.
“Let me explain how this works, one more time,” I place my finger under her chin and raise her head, so she’s looking right at me. “You. Are. Mine. I will take care of you, but you need to listen to what I tell you. I will also make sure you’re safe at all times. From everyone. Well, everyone other than me.”
I wink at her, but she doesn’t appreciate my humor.
Even though I was serious.
“So get your little ass down from the table, get dressed, and prepare to meet my family.”
She takes in my serious stare and doesn’t hesitate to move this time.
Chapter Twelve
Sasha
With my mind still clouded by lust, I scoot off of the workbench and put my clothes back on. Listening to him, I place his shirt over my head. Being enveloped in his smell intoxicates me all over again. He picks up the fabric shreds that used to be my shirt and throws them into a garbage can in the corner.
Taking me by the hand, he places a kiss on my open palm, then leads me up the stairs that he carried me down several hours ago. My stomach turns with anxiety, the closer we get to the top.
When we walk through the door into the house beyond, I see many people sitting around the table. When they notice me, all of their chatter stops, forks fall onto plates, and the room grows dead silent. I shift my body behind Blade’s to make myself disappear. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t getting confronted by a mob of people.
“What the fuck is this?” I hear someone shout angrily.
This situation looks bad, really bad. Blade is shirtless; I’m wearing his clothing. There isn’t one person in this room that doesn’t know what went on downstairs. I go from terrified to embarrassed in fractions of a second.
“Stone, we need to talk.”
It wasn’t a question. I chance a peek around Blade’s colossal body and see the terrifying man who hit me standing from his seat at the head of the table.
He looks angry, so enraged that he can’t even speak.
“My office,” he says, throwing his napkin onto the tabletop, “now.”
Blade tugs on my hand, and I follow him across the room and out into a garage. There is a small office in the corner which we enter after him. Stone takes a seat behind his desk and pinches the bridge of his nose. Blade pulls me out from behind him and has me take a seat on our side of the desk. He remains standing.
“Blade, what the fuck are you thinking?”
“She’s mine now. My responsibility.”
I don’t like being referred to as property, but I’m not dumb enough to speak up about it right now. Besides, if Blade claiming me removes my head from the chopping block, I’ll fucking give myself over.
“That isn’t how this Club operates, you know that. How dare you bring her up here, giving her hope that she’ll actually live to see tomorrow after what she did.”
“What she did was an accident that she feels terrible about.”
My heart clenches when I hear him defending me.
“She could have driven away without doing anything about it, but she didn’t. She got out to make sure he was okay. She called the cops and tried to get help. She knows who we are, and when she realized who she’d hit, she ran. Can you blame her?”