Chapter Six
Hope stayed still as Beast continued to pin her down on the bed. She loved his spanks, the words of warning that rolled off his tongue, commanding her to do as she was told. Her weight had been an issue with so many people, and yet he’d been so pissed off that she’d been nervous around him. She liked that. She liked his attention, and the way he seemed to know exactly what she was feeling.
“I like your curves, baby. Your weight means that you won’t break in my arms.”
Even his threats aroused her.
I’m crazy.
She didn’t care.
From the moment he’d begun his journey walking up those steps, her body had been on fire, and she didn’t want to put it out, not now, not ever.
Slowly, he pulled away from her, and she missed his touch, not that she had to wait long for him to take her once again.
He flipped her over, and she stared up at him. Her breasts were naked, and the only piece of material protecting her was that of her panties between her thighs.
His fingers landed on her hip, and he stroked across her stomach. The tips of his fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, making her ache for more of his touch.
“These are pretty, but I really prefer you without them.” He snapped them off her. The sheer force of his strength surprised her as he took charge, getting rid of the fabric as he tossed it onto the floor. “Now that is so much better, and so very pretty.” His fingers stroked across the fine hairs of her pussy. “I’m a man that likes to know he’s fucking a woman, so don’t go waxing or doing any of that porn star shit that women seem to think men like. Some men may like it, not me.”
“O-kay.”
He smiled. “Do I make you nervous?”
“I think you make everyone nervous.”
“I do. It’s nice to know you’re finally paying attention.”
“I think you do it for fun though. You like to make people afraid of you.”
“Fear keeps a lot of people in check. Fear of the unknown, and what crazy shit people can do.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Then you’re crazy, because you should be.” He sank down to the floor, and she watched as he spread her thighs open. “Look at this very wet pussy. You’ve been thinking some wicked thoughts. I hope they’re all about me. I don’t like sharing.”
There wasn’t anyone else she could want. He opened the lips of her pussy, and she went to her elbows so that she could see him clearer.
“No man has tasted this?” he asked.
She shook her head.
Hope cried out as his tongue latched onto her clit, sucking it inside. The pleasure was instant, and she collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he took her pussy. He slid his tongue over and across, sucking and licking.
He touched over her entrance but didn’t penetrate, gliding up to take her clit into his mouth, sucking it in deep again.
“You’re so wet. So desperate.” His hands moved to her hips, holding her down as he continued the pleasure of her pussy. She didn’t know what to do, and there was no way for her to fight the feelings he inspired. His touch took it to a whole new level, and she knew without a doubt that she was about to come. It wasn’t slow either. One second his touch felt so good, the next almost unbearable as her orgasm rushed over her body.
She screamed his name, and he teased her clit.
There was no way she could take much more, and it wasn’t long before she begged him to stop.
He finally relented, releasing her clit and landing a kiss to her hip.
“Was that your first orgasm?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You’ve never tried to touch yourself?”
“I’ve touched myself. I’ve just never … completed.”
“Thank you.” He pressed another kiss to her hip.
When he stood up, she couldn’t just lie there waiting, so she moved up his bed, sitting against the pillows and watching as he went to a stereo. Soft, melodious music filled the air.
She liked the classical music most of all. It helped to relax her.
Beast wasn’t done though. He removed his boxer briefs, and she caught her first real sight of a man, and boy, was he a man.
His cock was long and hard.
He was big though, not that she’d seen anyone to compare him to, but he looked … painful. Like he wouldn’t fit inside her, or if he tried it was going to hurt.
Remember sex ed. No one’s too big.
Just uncomfortable.
He wrapped his fingers around the length, but he didn’t dive on the bed and take her hand. She watched, unable to form any kind of words as he pulled a condom out of his bedside drawer.
“Are you on the pill?”
She shook her head.
“I’m clean, but I don’t want to risk pregnancy.” She watched as he tore into the condom and began to lower it over his shaft.
When his knees hit the bed, she tensed up. She couldn’t help it.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t.” She lay down on the bed. “I want this.”
He lay out beside her, his hand resting on her stomach, and once again she was confused. He didn’t do love or romance, and yet his very actions said the complete opposite.
If he didn’t believe in romance, wouldn’t he just fuck her and get it over with?
She didn’t know enough to judge, only what she imagined, and that wasn’t a whole lot. This was confusing to her.
“Talk to me.”
“Do you make all the women talk to you?”
“Only the ones I like hearing the voices of,” he said.
She didn’t like that but didn’t say a thing. The thought of him with anyone else filled her with jealousy, and she hated that, hated that anyone could have that kind of control of her, and she wasn’t even with him yet.
“There’s been no other woman in this bed, and I don’t like hearing other women talk.”
“I’m not so different,” she said.
“You’re wrong.”
She turned toward him. “What?”
“You’re my first and only virgin, Hope. I told you, I’m not a good man. You shouldn’t be here because I like to keep what’s mine, and I don’t like to play either.” The hand on her stomach trailed up, and he cupped her tit. “I’m a selfish fucker.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything, and just know that if another man or boy thinks they can take you, they’re going to have to go through me.”
That sent a thrill down her spine. She liked his possessive words. Never in all of her life had she ever been wanted, and even though she was eighteen she wanted to be worth something.
Cupping his cheek, she pulled him down, kissing him back.
She was more than ready to have him.
He moved over her, and she spread her thighs for him. Even though she was petrified, she didn’t want to stop.
Hope wanted him to be her first, and in the back of her mind she knew she wanted him to be her last as well, but for now, she’d settle on just being her first. He was going to ruin her for every single man, but that was okay. She had no intention of being with anyone else.
Beast broke from the kiss first, and he pulled away just a little. She watched as he grabbed his cock, running the tip down between her slit, bumping her clit before he moved down. She gasped as he didn’t wait. He didn’t take his time.
Slamming his cock in deep, he tore through the wall of her virginity, taking her hard. The pain was instant, and he caught her hands, pinning them to the bed, keeping her underneath him, and she felt her eyes fill with tears. She always knew there would be pain, but never did she think it would be so … strong.
It was just a thin piece of skin, a hymen. She’d read it could be removed with simple horse riding, and yet here she was, ruining her first moment.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he said, kissing her neck, sucking on the pulse.
Slowly, as the pain began to lessen, she could think about other things. The way he held her down, the weight of him over her. She loved the feel of his body inside her.
His kisses went from her pulse to her tits, sucking on each bud before coming back to take her lips.
Each of his kisses awakened the fire in her veins. He began to pull out of her pussy, only to thrust back inside. This time, there was no pain.
She cried out in pleasure and need as he began to rock within her.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
His thrusts started out slow, and built until he slammed every inch of his cock inside her, and she loved it, not wanting it to end as he brought her to a second orgasm.
This time, Beast joined her, filling the condom he wore.
****
The first time wasn’t perfect, but then it was never perfect for anyone. Beast continued to hold her down on the bed, and stared into her eyes as she slowly opened them. He smiled right back at her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
He meant it as well. Beast couldn’t recall ever seeing a more beautiful woman than he did right now.
“Next time will be better.”
“There’s going to be a next time?”
“You’re going to try to convince me that you’re happy with just one time.” He’d hated causing her pain. In fact, it had left a bitter taste in his mouth to see the tears falling down the sides of her face, and he’d wanted to fucking kill something. Instead, he’d waited, hoping that the pain would lessen like he’d read it would.
Yeah, he was so fucking gone he’d even done research on fucking a virgin. It was … pitiful.
He was used to women who knew how to take a cock, who relished being used and fucked.
Hope wasn’t like those women.
She was a virgin.
Beautiful inside and out.
Even after everything she’d been through.
“I’d like there to be a next time.”
He pulled out of her, and saw the flash of pain cross her face. No more times tonight. “Stay there.”
Entering his bathroom, he filled the bath, adding some soothing salts and lighting some scented candles. Whatever fancy shit that helped women when they were in pain. He entered the room, and moved back toward the bed, seeing Hope trying to remove the blanket. “I thought I told you to stay put.”
She moved quickly, and he saw she was hiding something. Stepping up close to her, he glanced over her shoulder, and caught sight of what she was trying to hide.
There on his pristine white sheet that lay beneath the black silk sheets was the sign of her virginity. He’d already seen the blood on the condom, which he’d thrown into the trash.
“Erm, I need to clean these sheets. I’m so sorry.”
Cupping her face, he kissed her lips and smiled down at her. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.”
He … liked it.
Beast had always known he was a freaky fucker, and this confirmed it. The sight of her virgin blood on his bed filled him with so much fucking pleasure. Not just that, he was consumed by need to keep her that way. To keep her for his cock only.
You don’t do love.
You don’t do romance.
You don’t do virgins.
That had all changed. He didn’t even want to think about her teenage status, even though she was eighteen.
He didn’t like young women.
There was something about Hope though. She wasn’t like anyone else, and damn it, he wanted to take care of her.
He didn’t want her to go without.
When he picked her up in his arms, she wrapped her legs around him. “I’ve got to clean it up.”
“You’ve got to rest in the bath, and I’ll take care of that. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
He lowered her into the bath. Tilting her head back, he took her lips once again, unable to deny himself the pleasure of her kiss. “I will deal with the sheets.”
“It’s gross.”
“No, it confirms you’re mine.” He kissed her once again. “I’ll be back. Do not leave this bathroom.”
Entering his bedroom, he removed the sheet and stared at the stain on the sheet.
A virgin.
His virgin.
His woman.
No matter what he thought, he felt this consuming need to keep her.
Even as she wanted to leave town, he wanted her to stay.
There’s ways of keeping her.
He knew there were a lot of ways to keep her. The first one was fear, which he didn’t want. The last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid of him. He loved it when she smiled at him, talked with him.
The moment fear entered any situation, something as easy as talking became a challenge.
She’d already had so much fear in her life, and had seen darkness. He wasn’t going to bring that to her again. The other way was pregnancy. He didn’t like that one either, even though that would be the most effective.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he threw the sheet into the laundry basket and changed the bed before entering the bathroom. She was lying back when he entered. She sat up as she saw him, her cheeks flaming red.
He didn’t wait for an invitation. Sliding in the bath behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her back so that she was lying against him. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about when you’re with me.” He kissed her shoulder. “I don’t want you to keep anything from me.”
“I guess I’m confused right now.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know what this is. Doesn’t protocol say that I’ve got to go to my own room now, and never look at you again?”
He burst out laughing. “Protocol? For what?”
“I don’t know. One-night stands? I don’t know what this is.”
Resting his hand on her stomach, he kissed the side of her head. “I thought you wanted to be taught. All those delightful little positions you’ve caught sight of in that very dirty book.”
She relaxed against him.
“This can be anything you want it to be, Hope. It doesn’t have to be something quick and over in an instant. This can be a lot more, and you don’t have to put a label on it. I know I’m not.”
“I don’t want it to be over.” She looked up at him. “I’m … I won’t be clingy or anything. I still have school, and in a couple of weeks I’m going to be looking at colleges. I don’t want to leave it to the last minute.”
He didn’t like the thought of her leaving, but there wasn’t much he could do about it, at least not yet. “I can help you with college applications.”
“You can?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want Dwayne to know,” she said, biting her lip. “I’m not embarrassed, but we don’t really get along, and I don’t know what he’d say at school, and it’s already weird—”
“Even if he was to find out, I’d make sure that he didn’t say anything. No one is ever going to make you feel anything you don’t want, Hope.”
She giggled. “Does your power run to the entire school?”
“No, but I’ve got Dwayne. Just say the words, and you can be the most popular girl in school by the end of Monday.”
Hope shook her head. “I’ve never wanted to be popular. It looks way too exhausting. I like being left alone. I don’t make friends easily. I always had my mom.”
Guilt washed over him.
Her mother had been taken away, and she’d been trying to survive on her own.
Gritting his teeth, he reached for the sponge and began to wash her body.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to go a bit dark on you.”
“You’ve not gone dark.” He cupped her face, stroking her cheek. “I don’t want you to keep anything from me. I want to know every single secret.”
“What’s the point of there being secrets if I tell you?”
“A lot of secrets are meant to be shared.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip.
“I can try,” she said. “Will you share secrets with me?”
“I don’t like broccoli. I’ve never liked it. I think it’s the food of the devil.”
She burst out laughing, and he smiled. It was the truth. He never told anyone, and he always left it when it was on his plate. He hated the stuff.
“That’s not a big secret.”
“No, but it’s something no one else knows.”
She bit her lip and stared at him. “I wish someone had killed my dad,” she confessed. “I get so angry that he was able to take the only person I’ve ever loved away from me. He wasn’t always around, and he was always such a boring person. Miserable, and he’d take the light out of Mom’s eyes.”
“It’s okay to want something like that.”
“Is it though? He killed my mom, and I wish more than anything that he’d put the gun to his head before he came home.” He saw her grit her teeth.
“Your father was a coward, Hope. Don’t let him bring you down.” He kissed the top of her head. He’d do everything he could to protect her.