“Come here, Hellcat.”

“Zander, I don’t…”

“Dani? I’m not repeating myself again. Come here,” I order her. It’s probably completely the wrong way to handle her—hell, to handle this entire situation. Yet, it’s who I am, and I can’t change, even for her. She’s the one. I feel it in my bones. I need her to accept me, because I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for the long haul with this woman.

I watch as those big beautiful eyes fill with panic. I’m going to kill the son of a bitch who did this to her, and when I do, I’m going to do it painfully slow. There’s a moment when I think she’s going to run screaming out of the room. Then, I see resolve flash in her eyes.

“I’d like to point out, you did in fact just repeat yourself,” she says in that sassy little tone she gets, even though fear is making her voice shake, I smile. She walks to me, looking anywhere but my face.

“You make me weak, what can I say?” I tell her, and I’m not just talking about right now.

She looks down at our feet, still not looking up at me. I want this, I want her, but she’s going to have to give me certain signs.

“Strip.”

That gets her attention. She looks up at me like I’ve lost my mind. Hell, the last week of touching her, having her so close and doing nothing but sleep, I probably have.

“What?” she questions.

“Strip.”

“Zander, this is not…”

“Damn, I had you pegged wrong, Hellcat,” I tell her, hating that I have to do it this way. Sometimes you gotta do, what you gotta do.

“What does that mean?”

“I thought you had fire, Hellcat. I gotta say I’m more than a little disappointed.”

She looks at me, and then, just like I knew she would, her eyes shoot fire at me. She whips my shirt over her head and throws it at me. It takes all I have not to grin. God, she’s beautiful. I let the shirt fall to the ground and wait.

When I don’t give her the reaction she’s wanting, she unbuttons her pants and pushes them down her hips before kicking them at me. With her leg hurt, they barely lift off the ground. I can tell that annoys her by the way she lets out an angry snort. Her breath blows her bangs up and she’s so damn cute in that moment. Then, I take her in. She has on this sea green and black lace bra with matching panties, and it’s so fucking sexy my dick is as hard as steel. At the same time, the childish look on her face makes me want to turn her over and tan her ass.

“Are you happy now?” she huffs. Damn, it’s like she’s daring me to slap that ass.

“Depends on if you have the guts to finish what we’ve started, Hellcat. It just depends,” I answer, doing my best to sound bored.

She gets on the bed. She’s got her hand draped over her breasts, trying to keep me from seeing anything, which considering she goes out half-naked most of the time, is confusing as hell and just another reason she keeps me on my toes. Dani is such a contradiction. On the surface, you would think she was this badass, and then when you look closer… she’s so innocent and scared to show me her body. I’m going to do everything I can to make this good for her—to make this all about her. I’m going to have blue balls after this shit, but I need her to know that she’s special. That I’m not what she thinks—not by a fucking long shot. I climb on the bed beside her, starting with wrapping my arm around her, and pulling her to me so her head rests on my shoulder, so I can breathe in the scent of strawberries on her hair. It soothes me. It gives me a sense of belonging. I’ve never had that in life—not even with Melly.

“Zander, I know I’ve not had good experiences with this, but I don’t think this is how you have sex.”

“Hush, Hellcat. We’ll get there.”

“You’re a very confusing man,” she mumbles.

I kiss the top of her head, allowing my fingers stroke her side, gently and slowly. Each pass up and down, I get closer to the rim of her panties. I can feel the small jerks in her body with each pass. The way her body tenses up, she likes what I’m doing, but the fear is still there. It hurts me, for her. No woman should have this fear about sex. Is this why she hasn’t had an orgasm? What kind of assholes has she been inviting into her bed that they haven’t made sure she was with them for the whole ride?

An image of that fucker Beast comes to mind, and I beat it down. I’m going to kick that man’s ass. It’s just a matter of time. This is his loss, if he couldn’t appreciate Dani when he had his chance, he’s even more stupid than he looks. I lean down to whisper in her ear at the same time my hand pushes down into her underwear. Her body goes tight, but she doesn’t stop me.

“Rest easy, Hellcat. I’m just going to make you feel good right now. This is all about you. I’ll do nothing you don’t want, sweetheart.”

“But…”

I slide my fingers over the top of her pussy. She’s waxed clean, not a surprise considering she dances in little more than a G-string, but I still wonder what she would look like with a small patch of hair there…I want to see it someday. I put my finger on the slippery little hood on her clit, using another finger to brush it… and then pinch lightly. I slowly move my fingers up and down the valley of her pussy, teasing and caressing all around her clit but never touching it—concentrating mainly just on the hood. Her hips begin moving back and forth in a little broken circle, and she lets out a whimper to let me know she likes what I’m doing. I decide to reward her and pinch the hood harder this time, adding a little more pressure to my strokes.

“I’m going to own this pussy, Hellcat. You’re already getting so wet for me, and I haven’t even started yet. Do you like this, baby? Do you like it when I touch you like this?” I ask her, while I pinch the covering over her clit hard, harder than I had.

“Zander… I…I need…”

I let my index finger move along the inside of the lips of her pussy, getting as close to that throbbing little clit as I can get, but still not giving her the relief she really needs.

“What sweetheart? What do you need?” I ask grazing her clit finally, but just for a second, and then I go back to repeating the pattern all over again.

“I…oh God, do that again.”

“What’s that? What did I do? Was it this?” I ask, my lips close to her ear. I lick the inner shell and then suck the lobe into my mouth, biting down.

I push down on her clit, applying hard pressure, until I hear her gasp, as her hip thrusts up to meet me. I slide my finger, rubbing her clit over and over before pushing in again. Each time her clit pulses, harder. I can feel the jerking hammer of it with each caress. Liquid heat meets my fingers as I continue my onslaught on her pussy, always ending on a pinch; sometimes light, sometimes harder, before petting her again and repeating.

“Zander, that feels… what are you doing? That feels…”

Her need has amped up, her hips are moving, and she’s tightening up against my hand, trying to ride my fingers. I can’t let that continue, I need to make this last longer. I shift so I can see what I’m doing. I stop all movement. She cries out in frustration and looks down at me.

“Take off your bra, Hellcat. Take it off and let me see you tease your nipples.”

“Zander…I…”

I take my hands, rip her underwear on one side, and push it out of my way. I watch her as the sound of ripping fabric fills the room, mingling with our ragged breathing.

“Do it,” I order. Her tongue comes out to dance on her lips as her eyes watch me closely. There’s fear and worse…shame in those eyes. I take one hand, pulling the lips of her pussy back, and then slap against it with my other hand. “I said do it, don’t make me repeat myself again, Hellcat.”

Shock registers on her face, and her body becomes inflexible, but then sensation must have hit her, because she tries to capture my hand between her legs to ride it. I imprison one leg in my hold, not letting her. Finally, she gives up, and her fingers dance over the hard nipples that are poking through her bra. Cute. She’s cute. I give her that. I spank her wet pussy again.

“Without the bra, sweetheart. You know what I want. Give it to me and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded.”

She sits up enough to undo the clasp on the back of her bra, and then slides it off her body. Her arm goes around immediately to try and hide her tits from me. It’s annoying but I’ll bring her out of that. I’m going to fuck those babies and soon.

“Lick your fingers, Hellcat.”

She looks at me like I’m insane. I sigh and pull away, like I’m going to stop giving her pleasure. There’s not a chance in hell at this point, but she doesn’t know that.

She quickly sucks on her fingers and she doesn’t mean it that way—I can tell, but it’s sexier than hell. Fuck, just watching her, has me throbbing. She moves her fingers down to her nipples and begins rubbing them. Her eyes lock on mine, and the need in them humbles me. I’ll be the first to make her orgasm. I’ll be the first to bring her this pleasure. I’m going to own her entire body, but I’m starting with her pussy. It will be mine and from this moment on, not one damned mother fucker is getting anywhere near it.

I’ve somehow managed to keep the towel around me, not wanting to scare her, but I know it’s about to go too far and very soon I’m going to be in that pussy. I hope I have her so far gone by then that she doesn’t get freaked out. I don’t know what’s happened to her, but I know it’s enough that I need to treat her like a frightened virgin. Trouble is, I haven’t actually fucked a virgin, so I’m using pure gut instinct here.

“Pinch your nipples at the same time, Hellcat. Pinch them and pull them at the same time.”

I thought she would question me, or even refuse to do it, but she surprises the hell out of me by doing as I tell her to. I move my fingers back and forth now, petting her pussy because she minded me so well. I use the tip of my finger to push against her hole, sliding inside of her just a bit, before pulling back out. I do this repeatedly, slowly—never rushing. She keeps thrusting up, but I don’t falter, only allowing my finger to enter the tiniest fraction.

“Zander!”

“What is it you want, Hellcat? You want me to finger fuck your pussy, sweetheart?” I growl. She’s stopped playing with her breasts. Now, her hands have grabbed the rails on the headboard, and she’s holding onto them, while her body keeps twisting up to try and find what it needs, what I’m not allowing it to have. I should reprimand her, but seeing her so lost in pleasure with no more than what I’m doing, stops me.

Instead, I decide to reward her. I thrust one finger in completely, and then another while using my thumb to press down on that hard, little button that keeps calling my name. I pick up the speed of my thrusts now, using my fingers to completely own her hot cunt. Mine. I’m the first to give her this, and I’m going to be the motherfucking last.

“Yes…Fuck! Zander… please.”

When the word please leaves her lips, I smile. Her head is thrown back, and she has no idea what I’m about to give her. I pull the damn towel off and throw it on the ground. My cock is dying to slide inside her, and it will, but not yet. Not until I have her completely at my mercy. With that one thought in my mind, I keep thrusting my fingers in and out, but now I add my tongue on the hard nub of her clit, flicking it playfully a few turns before I suck it completely in my mouth. Her juice slides against my fingers, her soaked pussy overfilled. I release her clit with a pop, and then slide my tongue down the channel of her pussy, moaning at the sweet, creamy taste of her. I barely have time to savor it before she calls out my name and comes hard against my fingers. I growl, because that was too soon. I sit up, and her whine of protest doesn’t go unheard, but I’m already way ahead of her. I grab her hips and pull her up so her pussy is at my face, and then I dive in. My tongue replaces my fingers, but I also use my lips, my teeth, and hell anything else I can, to torture and drink her down. She twists and turns, trying to get away, when my tongue slides back and forth along her clit, lashing it before sliding back inside. I nibble and suck on every tasty inch I can find as she begins to flood me with more of her sweet cum. Her second orgasm is more intense, her body is shaking, her cry is louder, and her body is thrusting against my face. I let her ride it out on my tongue, slowly licking her until she calms. I ease her body back down once her cries of pleasure die down into whimpers.

While she’s recovering, I reach over into the nightstand drawer and grab one of the condoms I stored in there a few days ago. Not to sound cocky, but I knew this was going to happen, I just had no idea when. I slide the rubber over my aching cock, damn thing is so ready to blow, I’m surprised the latex fits. I position myself and look down at her.

“Dani, sweetheart, look at me.” She moans, her body literally shaking with the small bursts of pleasure from her second release. “Dani, now.”

She looks up at me. Our eyes meet. This is it. Fuck, this is finally it.