Chapter Four
Mary
“Not yet, little girl. You don’t get to come yet. You’ve been taunting me these past few days…” Gabe began, as he lifted me off his lap to stand, then turned me so our eyes met. “Such a bad girl.”
I towered over him, yet I kept my gaze turned down and I felt so small before him. His knees were spread, and I could see his erection trying to burst out of his pants. He rubbed his hand up and down his groin, stroking his manhood, but his azure eyes never left mine.
With every passing second, I could feel the aching need in my pussy. After he’d been rubbing my clit and fingering me impatiently, all I wanted was his full dick inside me, thrusting in and out until I screamed his name. I’d almost come and that had just been from his fingers. I touched myself to get off, but it had never been like this. I shouldn’t have told him I was on the verge of finishing. Damn it. Because then he wouldn’t have pulled his fingers out and stopped assaulting my clit, and now, I’d have to wait, and I was an impatient girl.
“Stand in the corner and show me that ass of yours,” he said, reaching around to rub the cheeks of my bum. My skirt had fallen back over it, but it seemed almost illicit to have him cup me from beneath.
“B-But…” I began, confusion and disappointment tingeing my voice. “I-I t-thought…” I thought we were going to have sex! Wasn’t that the obvious next step after fingering?
He slapped me on the ass with his big palm. He fucking spanked it. And it felt so goddamn good. The sharp sting, the way it morphed into heat.
“I’m going to teach you the value of patience, my little tease,” he said, his hand still stroking my behind. I was hotter and wetter with every stroke and touch. That feeling in my pussy was building up again, and it was just getting to be too much to handle…but in a very good way. I squirmed before him. I liked–loved–what was happening. It was so much different from masturbating and pleasuring myself. Yes, I got wet and hot each time, but the excitement and thrill of being controlled weren’t there. And Gabe was really controlling me. The corner?
I wanted him to fuck me already, but he wouldn’t. I wanted him to eat me out, he’d be really good at it, his tongue and mouth on my pussy. I wanted to strip him of his clothes and see his naked body, to see what his dick looked like, to see how big it was. Judging from the strain in his pants, it was huge and it was going to rip me in two. I wanted sex. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. I wanted to finish and come. I wanted all of that but I fucking had to wait. He didn’t want this to be about taking my V-card. No, he was making this about so much more or we would have been done by now.
And for some weird reason, I liked the feeling of not getting what I wanted. I liked the feeling of doing what Gabe said. Of listening to his authority.
It wasn’t like my mother paid me any mind. And my father? He’d been gone since I was two. Aside from wanting to go to the local college instead of the one across the country my mother picked, I’d always gotten what I wanted. So had my mother.
I wasn’t going to embellish things. My mother was a whore. She was gorgeous, even for her age, and used it to her advantage. She had men – rich men – following her like a lost puppy. They always knew she was after their money, and yet, they’d commit to her. She must have been really good in bed in trade. Something. She milked them for all they had, and every time I benefited from my mother’s hard work. I was sent to the best schools and had everything I needed and wanted. Overseas vacations were the norm, and having the latest product and trendiest wardrobe were a must. For once, right now, I wasn’t getting what I wanted – to be fucked – and I felt thrilled hearing a “no” for the first time. And from a guy like Gabe? It made it hot.
After a long stretch of silence, Gabe squeezed my ass and just arched a brow. I stepped back, did what I was told. I walked over to one end of the living room and stood in the corner.
“Lift the skirt. Higher, higher and show me that ass. Good girl. Hold it up high and don’t let that skirt drop.” I sucked in a breath at his direction. I felt my cheeks heat and my juices slide down my thighs. I wanted to wipe it away since I knew he could see it, but I didn’t dare lower my arms.
I’d teased him and gotten myself into this position, but I was a virgin. I’d never done anything like this before. I might’ve talked a big game, but the truth was, I didn’t know what to do.
Should I start stripping or giving him a lap dance?
Does he want me to show more than just my ass?
Do I crawl closer to him again after he’d just told me to stand in the corner?
I was getting more nervous by the second. He probably sensed what I was feeling because he said, “I like seeing your ass, baby girl…that big round ass of yours…”
I couldn’t see his face, only the smooth white wall. My back was to him, but I noticed the tone of mischief in his voice. His voice was cool and collected, and yet, I could hear just a tinge of excitement in it. He knew what was going to happen later on, but somehow he could wait for it, could punish me instead of pleasuring us both.
“Put your hands on the wall and bend at the waist. Stick that ass out so I can see all of it. All of you.”
I did what I was told. I put my palms on the cool wall and bent forward. With one hand, I flipped up my skirt that had slid back down with my movements and gave him a view of my naked ass. Not just my ass, but I knew my pussy was on complete display. If he had any doubts about my eagerness for him, he would know now. With my head low, I could see him between my two legs, sitting on the couch, eyes on me as he stroked his dick. He’d taken it out of his pants while my back had been turned, and I couldn’t miss how well-endowed he was. It was a dark plum color, a pulsing vein along the length of the shaft. His fist gripped it tightly and slid up and down. The flared head was bulbous and I watched as clear fluid seeped from the little slit at the tip. He used his thumb to slide over that pre-cum and coat himself with it. It was the first time I’d seen a dick in real life, and my pussy muscles automatically clenched. I felt so much hotter and wetter, if those were still possible even, and I almost lost my balance with the pool of heat building up inside me. I wanted that monster in me. Stretching me. Filling me deep.
“Show me how you touch yourself, Mary…” he said to me, his hand still moving up and down his length. “What do you do when you’re all alone?”
I sucked in a long, heavy breath and placed two fingers over my clit. Still bent forward, I began to rub them in small circles as my free hand was against the wall to support myself.
“Ah, ah,” he chided. “Don’t put your fingers in your pussy. That’s just for me now. My fingers go there. My fingers give you that pleasure. Or my cock. Nothing else. Say it.”
“Your fingers. Your cock,” I breathed, getting closer to coming.
“That’s right. That’s my pussy now, isn’t it?”
“Your pussy,” I repeated. My hand needed to stay propped against the wall or else I wouldn’t be standing upright any longer.
“Hmmm…so you like to play with yourself, huh?” he said in a teasing tone. “Is that what they taught you in your Catholic school?” When I shook my head, Gabe continued with, “I think I need to punish you…I’ll make a good girl out of you yet.”
With my fingers still rubbing my clit, I breathed, “I thought guys liked bad girls? Aren’t good girls boring?”
From where I stood, I could see the immediate grin on his face. He started shaking his head from side to side. It took him a while to respond. “But good girls get what they want…and didn’t you want to lose your virginity?”
“Yes,” I said quickly, almost too eagerly.
“Are you going to be a good girl tonight? Are you going to stop teasing me and behave?”
I nodded my head, but not before I said, “I don’t know. Do good girls get to sit on Daddy’s lap?”
Still bent over, I saw the way his eyes widened. I stopped fingering myself, wanting him to make me come, and watched him keenly. He was probably shocked at my question, and how I had zero hesitation in asking it and calling him “Daddy.” Sometimes, I just really surprised myself.
I wanted him to take care of me, to discipline me, to put me in the corner when I needed it. I wanted his guidance, especially when it came to fucking.
“Come here, little girl,” he finally told me. He’d stop stroking himself, but his legs were still spread and his dick stood hard and tall unashamedly. I couldn’t wait to get a taste of that, to feel it inside me. Jane told me how her first time had hurt and that she bled a little, but Greg had taken good care of her. Would the same thing happen to me? I couldn’t think about that, not now. I’d been playing the seductive card so well despite my nerves all on overdrive.
Finally, I stood and took a moment – I’d been bent forward for far too long – before I walked over to Gabe. I took my sweet time, a little nervous about what would come next. He was right. I’d been taunting him the past couple of days. It was the only way I was going to get what I wanted. He was just too good. I’d needed to seduce him if I wanted him to take my virginity. I couldn’t pretend to be all innocent and angelic and wait for sex to come to me. I believed opportunities didn’t fall on people’s laps. Opportunities were made – just as what mother did. She wanted a rich man to give her the high-flying life? She made the opportunity by always staying gorgeous no matter her age.
I wanted to lose my virginity with Gabe? I made the opportunity and seduced him so he’d see me as a woman and not a girl. Even though he called me little girl, he didn’t make me feel like one.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked when I sat on his lap. Well, it was more like I was straddling him with my knees splayed on either side of his hips. I frowned a bit when I realized he’d zipped his pants back up, and his dick was nowhere in sight anymore. The only sign was the hard bump underneath the denim. Why had he put it away?
“I am…” I responded with a nod, bit my lip. “You hid your dick again…”
“I did.” There was no missing the mischief lacing his voice, the way his dark eyes held mine. “Didn’t I tell you good girls needed to be patient?” I nodded my head for the second time. “It’ll be inside you in no time, little girl. Splitting open that virgin pussy, filling you so deep you’ll have to wiggle your pert little ass to get me to fit.”
At that, I couldn’t help but inhale sharply and crash my lips against his. I couldn’t wait any longer. With every minute passing, I was growing wetter and wetter to the point that I was scared I wouldn’t be able to handle what I was feeling inside, and I’d be a writhing mess in front of him. He knew how to turn me on. God, did he. I’d been wet ever since the first time I met him at Greg’s house for dinner.
Even better, he knew how to work the foreplay. He’d tease me repeatedly and get me on the verge of finishing, just to do a one-eighty and pull back. A few minutes ago, he was fingering me and about to make me come, then he put me in the corner only to have me play with myself. And now, we were back to the beginning with us making out. No cock in sight.
I wasn’t going to hide the truth. I never did. I was an impatient girl, and he must’ve realized that when I started thrusting and grinding as I straddled him, my slender legs caging his thick, muscular ones. All throughout, he was responsive. Even better, he did so eagerly and with the same amount of impatience I had. His hands roamed to explore every inch of my flesh and he’d tugged my tank top out of my skirt so that his hands could snake underneath to touch my breasts. To cup them, let them fill his palms
“That feels so good…” I said with closed eyes, as I moved my lips from his mouth to his neck. When I bit into his skin, he pulled away slightly and started shaking his head. “Not tonight, Mary.” Despite the rejection, his lips were curved up into a boyish smile. It was adorable, seeing such a sheepish grin on a man like him.
“I have work tomorrow…I can’t have any hickeys. What will my clients think? I can’t tell them you were a bad girl and made marks on me.”
I thought of saying something naughty, something along the lines of he didn’t need to care about what they thought and that they’d probably be even jealous that he was getting some action. Instead, I reminded myself that I was a good girl, or at least playing the part. I wanted to be just what he wanted.
“Okay, I’ll be a good girl,” I said with the most angelic smirk…if smirks could even be angelic ever.
“Perfect,” came his smiling response. “And you know daddies give good girls prizes, don’t you?”
“Really?” I was still straddling him and he was still cupping my breasts, his fingers playing and tugging on my nipples, but we’d finally stopped kissing. “What do good girls get?”
The next few seconds were the most intense I’d ever felt. I could see him staring at me, trying to read me, and I was doing the same thing to him. I didn’t know what he felt, but I went into this wanting an attractive man to de-virginize me. No, not just an attractive man. Him. I wanted Gabe.
He wasn’t just a stranger who was going to fuck me. The more I got to know him and spend time with him and his niece, the more I wanted to be in his life, even after we’d have sex. One time wasn’t going to be enough.
“They get a big, hard cock, nice and deep in that perfect, untried pussy. They get a load of hot cum filling them up. And they get to scream with pleasure as they get it. Is that something you want or do you want to stand in the corner again?”
I licked my lips with anticipation. “I want you to take my virginity, to fill me up, nice and deep.”
His eyes never left mine, but I heard a growl rumble deep in his chest. After what felt like an eternity, he finally nodded his head. “Are you on birth control?” he asked. “I want nothing between us. When I fuck you, I’ll take you raw, deep and bare.”
I almost breathed out a sigh of relief for having the right answer because I wanted that, too. I nodded my head. “I’ve had the shot.”
It was Gabe’s turn to suck in a long, heavy breath as his hand cupped my left breast. Pinched the nipple and making me gasp. “Perfect. I’ll meet you in my bedroom. I’ll go check on Ashley first and make sure she’s fast asleep. Know this, little girl, I won’t be fucking you right away. I have some other things to show you first.”
I did as I was told, just as I’d been doing the past days in Gabe’s house. Whatever he asked, whether it was taking Ashley somewhere or running a quick household errand for him, I did it eagerly and with zero hesitation. None of it felt forced. I wanted to please him and I was especially going to do so tonight.
As I walked away from him and toward the staircase, I could feel his eyes burning into the back of me. This was finally happening. I was going to have sex for the first time. I was going to take his big cock inside me. I was going to be a good girl and feel every inch of his cock, latex-free as it filled my pussy with all his cum. He was so virile I knew it was going to be a lot. So much that it would slide down my thighs, coat me inside and out.
I was both nervous and scared. But I couldn’t wait any longer. Finally. There was no turning back, and as I walked to the master bedroom, I couldn’t help the smile that spread across on my face.