CHAPTER TWELVE
Jackson
Her blood dries on my cock. Her virgin’s blood. My little dancer was completely untouched until I got her. Fuck, that’s hot. I can train her to do anything I want. I can use her any way I want to; she has nothing to compare me with. To her, it’ll all be normal.
She’s pretty young. She can’t be a day over twenty, that’s for sure. Younger, possibly. I should ask her, but I won’t. If I’m hitting teen pussy, I don’t want to know.
I try to find a more comfortable position on my piece-of-shit couch, but it’s too short for me. I let her sleep alone last night. After what I did to her, I figure she earned one more night by herself.
After spending another hour trying to find a more comfortable position, I give up. I have to get up in an hour anyway. After I take a piss, I wander into the bedroom, already picturing her bent over with my dick up her ass. I’m hard enough to do it, too.
She’s curled into a ball, and she clutches the pillow to her like it’s her only comfort. She looks even younger when she sleeps, and my stomach sinks. If I could stop, I would.
Tendrils of hair cling to her face, and I push them away, careful not to startle her. I run my hand up her thigh, her hip, then her torso. Her ribs poke out. Shit. All I fed her yesterday was half a bowl of cereal. She needs more, a lot more.
My little dancer’s eyes pop open. She shrinks back and clutches the pillow tighter.
“Time for a shower,” I tell her. “Want one?”
She narrows her eyes, but since she’s gagged, she can’t speak.
“There’s no cost,” I tell her. “You’ve already given me your word you’ll do whatever I want.”
Until I get tired of her. The plan was to kill her once boredom set in, but she’s such a little thing. She didn’t even struggle when I popped her cherry. If she behaves herself, maybe I’ll drop her on the outskirts of Charlotte and let her make a run for it. But not until I’ve used her every way I can think of.
After unlocking her cuffs and untying her gag, I help her to her feet.
“I suppose you’ll watch me go to the bathroom again.” Her voice is sour, and I almost laugh, remembering her look of ecstasy last night when I finally let her use the bathroom.
“I never would have thought watching a girl piss would get me off, but after last night I’m going to have to be there every time.”
Her eyes go wide, and I repress another laugh.
With a sigh she straightens and takes her first step. Her eyes bug and she stops.
“Sore?”
She ignores me, but I notice that she’s walking carefully, very carefully, as though each step is painful.
My chest swells, and this time I can’t suppress my smile. It’s my dick that did that to her.
She walks into the bathroom, and I pause in the doorway and wait. She glances at the toilet, then back at me and scowls.
“Can you at least turn around?”
“Nope.” Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Several expressions pass over her face, each darker than the last, before she huffs, sits on the pot, and lets loose. A second later her mouth falls open and she sucks in a hiss.
I snicker. I can’t help it. I split her wide open. She’s feeling it, all right.
While she’s finishing up, I grab one of the towels and fling it over the shower rod. Once I get the water going, I hold out my hand. She gives me a look of pure hatred, but she takes it. I help her into the tub, climb in behind her, and shut the curtain.
“Arms up.”
“I know how to take a shower.”
“We only have five minutes. I said arms up.”
With a scowl she raises her arms, and I lather her again with soap. I linger on her breasts, and if possible my cock grows even harder when her nipples go stiff.
She stands with her back to the spray, scrubbing her scalp, as I lather up again. When I kneel in front of her, she throws a hand to the wall and screws her eyes shut. When I rub the soap into her crotch, she yelps.
“Noise, Amelia.” It’s a warning.
I try to be gentle as I clean away her innocence, but she bites her lips anyway as the soap hits her raw flesh.
I’m already anticipating her reaction when I hand her the soap. “Your turn.”
She just looks away and grits her teeth, and I imagine she’s picturing a thousand different ways to murder me. She lathers up her hands anyway, and with all the sensuality of a fifty-year-old nurse she scrubs under my arms and down my torso. She soaps up again and cleans my balls and cock.
She puts her hands on her hips. “Happy now?”
“Don’t forget my ass.”
Her jaw drops, and her face goes beat red. This is fun.
I turn around, spread my legs, and press my hands to the wall. I halfway expect her to tell me to fuck off, but then warm fingers trace a soapy path down my crack, over my pucker, and in behind my balls. She cups them and gives them a gentle rub, and I shudder.
The water shuts off. It’s on a timer, and I never get a second past the allotted five minutes.
I dry myself first, then wipe her down with the damp towel. I’ll have to leave soon, so I make quick work of it.
“Can I have some water?” she asks.
“You’ll have to hold it all day.” Actually I’d like to watch her go all blissful again.
“Just a small cup,” she concedes.
“Sure. Suck my dick first.”
“All you talk about is sex.”
“I’m a guy. That’s all I think about.”
She peeks down at my cock and hesitates.
“Here, kitty-kitty.” That’s just cruel. But it works.
My little dancer gets down on her knees.
“Remember, no teeth, and you have to swallow my cum. Every drop.”
God, I love owning a slave.
She’s catching on, fast. She traces her tongue all over me before getting down to sucking me off. I swear the sight of her looking up at me with my cock in her mouth is enough to make me blow my load right then and there. I shove in as far as I can, and she gags.
God-fucking-damn it. I love it when she gags.
She cups my balls. This must be instinctive because I never told her to. If she keeps this up, I’ll be done in two minutes.
I pummel her mouth with a series of thrusts and—fuck!—she feels good. I pull out and let her catch her breath.
“Tell me you love me.”
She’s still catching her breath.
“Lick my dick and tell me you love me.”
She licks the tip. “I love you.”
She grasps my thighs and slides all the way down to the root. Her nose is in my pubic hair, and when she slides her lips up again, I almost come right then and there. She bobs over my dick and slides her fingers all the way back to my ass, then slides them down to my balls. She repeats it, and oh Jesus I can already feel my spine tingle. On her third pass over my ass, she presses more firmly but rubs my balls with a feather light touch. When she stares up at me with those innocent blue eyes and gives me a long sweeping suck, my balls lift.
“Christ, I’m coming!”
I fist her hair and shove myself in all the way to the root. She swirls her tongue around me as I buck against her.
“Jesus—fuck—oh God!” I shoot the first jet of cum straight down her throat. I feel her gag around me, but I keep her pressed up against me as I pump another stream, and another, and when she swallows them, I squirt the rest of my load into her slutty little mouth. And she swallows.
Christ. I’m exhausted. I pet her head like she’s a cat.
And then I remember I have to find that goddamned Charlie.
Shit.
I pat her on the head. “Now thank me.”
She drops my dick and gapes at me. “Why?”
“I want you to thank me for my cum. I want you to thank me for letting you service me.”
I raise my brows. I’m kind of not kidding.
She swallows and looks down. “Thank you for your cum.”
God, she’s so fucking beautiful. And that mouth. I won’t be getting rid of her soon. She’s more than worth the trouble I went to get her.
After she brushes her teeth, I give her a cup of water. She downs it.
Then its bedtime. She doesn’t resist as I cuff her wrists and attach her to the frame.
“Is your pussy sore?”
She jerks her head. “Yes.”
I nod. I expected this. I was not gentle, and I’m bigger than your average guy. After replacing the ball gag, I drop the blanket over her.
It’s almost time to set out on patrol, so I kiss her cheek.
“I’ll leave your pussy alone tonight,” I whisper in her ear.
I wait until I see that look of relief on her face before I finish. “When I get home, I’m going to fuck you up the ass.”