Chapter Ten
Miles
It’s been three weeks since I made the decision to sleep with my son’s girlfriend. And my life has been bliss ever since I sunk my cock into her tight heat. The girl is quite insatiable. When I can sneak her over to the house without Caleb finding out, she begs me to try new things. And who am I to tell the gorgeous girl no?
We’ve gone down the questionnaire she completed and discussed a lot of the items. She wanted to know my experience with them. Some, after I told her my opinions on my own personal dislikes, she respected them and moved on. Just like the threesome, she was convinced she wanted it until it was happening. I was impressed with her maturity as she firmly guided what went down with the three of us. No meltdowns or tears. Just yes and no. She hasn’t asked for that again.
She has, however, asked to go into all the locked rooms. My playrooms. At first, I was hesitant to have her try them. Iron. Sensory. Cell. Dream. We’ve tried all but one. In the iron room, I shackled her wrists and ankles as I drew pleasure from her. The sensory room was all about heightening her senses. I think my girl likes to be blindfolded. And finally, in the cell room, I enjoyed locking her in the cage and watching her beg me to fuck her through the bars.
I’m hesitant to take her into the dream room.
That room is for role play. It’s easy to lose yourself in there.
“When will he be home?” Olivia asks as she traces the lines of my abs with her fingertip.
“Not until tomorrow afternoon.”
She sits up on her elbow and chews on her bottom lip as she gives me the innocent pouty look she’s so good at. “Miles?”
“Yeah, damsel?”
“I want to do the dream room tonight,” she says, her voice rising with excitement. “There’s still one fantasy I am dying to try.”
I know exactly what she wants me to do. She wants me to chase her. To tackle her. To force myself upon her. It’s not really my thing. I’m more of a teasing lover. I like making her beg for it. But this... I’m not even sure I can keep my dick hard for it.
“What you want is difficult,” I explain as I stroke a dark strand of hair from her eyes. “It can be scary.”
Her lips press together as she frowns. “We can make a safe word.”
“There has to be absolute trust—”
“I trust you,” she blurts out, the fire burning in her eyes.
I smile at her. “I know, baby. Trust me, I know. It’s more about me trusting you though. This kind of shit, if it goes south, can look really bad on a man.”
Her gaze darkens. “You think I’d tattle on you? That I’d tell people you took advantage of me?” She sits up and crosses her arms over her chest. Her brows are furled together as she pouts. “I thought we... I thought you trusted me...”
“I do,” I say firmly. I scrub my palm over my face. “What if I like it too much? What kind of person does that make me?”
She rubs her palm across my chest, over my heart. “You’re the kind of guy who spoils his girl with orgasms and fancy dinners. The kind of guy who buys his girl presents she doesn’t deserve.” Her fingers go to the heart locket at her throat I bought her last week and she rubs it absently. “You’re the kind of guy who indulges your curious girl’s silly fantasies.”
“They’re not silly,” I assure her. “We’ll do this tonight but let’s set some ground rules first.”
She beams and it’s so fucking beautiful. “Okay, so what’s rule one?”
“Stop. Just say that word and it’ll all be over. We’ll go swimming or to a movie or to go get a snow cone. All you have to do is end it,” I say, my tone fierce.
“Got it.”
“And if you feel too overcome to speak or your mouth is full,” I say smirking before turning serious again. “Then you show me three fingers. That’s our hand signal.”
“Oooh,” she teases, “this is complicated.”
I give her nipple a pinch through her thin tank top and laugh. “Hardly. If we’re doing something and you don’t like it, tell me. Too hard, I need to know. Too soft, I want to know. This is all about fulfilling this fantasy for you. I want you to enjoy it. What do you want out of this?”
“Well,” she says, her nose scrunched up as she thinks. “I want to be overpowered. You already do that a lot anyway but I definitely want to be manhandled by you.”
My dick twitches at her words. “Manhandled. Done. What else?”
“I like when you talk dirty.” Her nose flares. “But I don’t want to be called a come Dumpster like they do on the porn shows.”
This has me chuckling. “Duly noted. No mean names at all?”
She shrugs. “You can call me something mean, just not that.”
I can’t get over how fucking adorable she is as she sits here and calmly outlines how she wants her fantasy to play out. I love this about her.
“Anything else?”
Her cheeks turn bright red and she won’t make eye contact. “Ummm...”
“What?”
“You can hurt me.”
My cock throbs in my boxers at her words. “Hurt you how?”
“Any way you want,” she whispers as she meets my stare. “I like it when you choke me. If you wanted to do other stuff, that would be nice.”
Nice?
When I choke her, it’s far from nice.
It’s feral and hungry and fucking hot.
“So I can slap your ass and your tits and that pretty little pussy?” I question with a brow lifted.
Her throat turns bright red but she nods. “You can pinch me and bite me too.”
All this talk has my cock completely erect, straining through the material, and ready to play. Down, boy.
“So we’re role-playing,” I agree. “What are our roles?”
She taps her bottom lip and thinks. “Oh! I’ve got it.” Her palm splays on my chest as she leans in. She licks her lips in an innocent way that has my dick bouncing with excitement. “You can be the naughty neighbor who just got out of prison. I’m the young virgin girl home alone. He chases her and pins her down. Takes what he wants. It’ll be taboo and dirty.” Her green eyes flicker with lust
Goddamn, why does she have to be so fucking hot?
I’ll give her anything she asks for so long as she bats those pretty lashes at me and asks sweetly. I’m a goner with this girl. Totally fucking gone.
“Did you take your birth control?” I question.
She huffs and grumbles. “Way to kill the moment.”
“Did you?”
Shame skitters across her skin and her cheeks burn bright red. “Sometimes when I come to spend the night here, I forget to grab it from my bathroom. Don’t worry, I’ll double up tomorrow.”
We’re careless when we have sex. If we’re not careful, she’s going to wind up pregnant. Images of her in my bed with a swollen, rounded stomach take root in my mind. It’s my fantasy. I like the idea of her carrying a baby for me. Leigh never wanted to have kids—Caleb was an oops baby. I’d loved holding the tiny little thing in my arms and smelling his sweet baby scent. I would have had plenty more children with Leigh had she not lost her mind.
With Olivia though, she’s sweet and funny and caring. Nothing like selfish Leigh. When I’m grumpy, Olivia is concerned. She does everything in her power to cheer me up. I’ve woken up to breakfast in bed several times when she’s stayed over. And after we get up, she makes up the bed, careful to arrange the pillows just the way she likes them. I can’t ignore the way my heart stirs at seeing her so familiar in my home.
“Olivia,” I utter as I grab her hand and tug it to me. I kiss her knuckles but my gaze never leaves hers. “This isn’t just sex for me.”
Her full lips curl into a delighted grin. “Really?”
“It never was. I wanted you. Not because you’re young and hot. Not because your tits are sinful as fuck.” She laughs as I continue. “I wanted you because you’re different. You stand out among other women. Something about you calls to me. It has since the moment I heard your voice. When I looked into your bright green eyes, I knew I’d fallen in deep. Everything about you screamed at me to run the other direction. And you know what this motherfucking villain did?”
Her grin is wicked. “He came for his damsel.”
“Damn right he did.” I kiss her knuckles again, this time openmouthed as I run my tongue across her soft flesh. “I ran right toward you because when it comes to you, I can’t not be around you. I need to have you in my arms and my cock buried deep inside you. We fit together. You’re mine and I’m yours.”
Her lip wobbles but Jesus Christ she looks so fucking happy. “So we’re...”
“You’re my girlfriend and I’m ready to shout that to the entire goddamned world.”
She leans forward and kisses my lips hard. “You think Caleb will be mad?”
I stroke her hair. “He’ll learn to get over it. If I wasn’t serious about you, I wouldn’t tell him. But, baby, I want to see where this goes between us.”
“My dad is going to be pissed,” she murmurs. “Forewarning you.”
I cringe slightly. So maybe we won’t tell everyone right away. The last thing I need is Judge Rowe after my ass for defiling his baby girl.
“You want to wait to tell him?” I ask.
She nods. “At least until I graduate.”
“Whatever you want,” I assure her with a grin. “So when are we planning to fulfill your wildest fantasy?”
Her lips tug up on the corners with mischief. “I was about to suggest right now, villain,” she purrs, her palm sliding down my chest toward my dick. “Or should I call you sexy neighbor convict?” She slaps my stomach before rolling off the bed and bouncing her perfect ass that’s barely covered by her silky panties toward the door. “Catch me if you can!”
I’m out of the bed before she can even finish her sentence.
It’s on, damsel.
Nobody can save you now.