I needed to put my cock inside her.

Harlow Granger had never looked more beautiful than she did that night, lying on a soft blanket with her hair fanned out around her and her eyes frightened. I knew we would both remember that night forever, commit it to our memories and never look back after the decision she was about to make. Even though I was sure about her feelings for me, I was nervous. I needed her to make the right choice for both of us, and what worried me was that I wasn’t even convinced what that was myself.

There was no doubt that we were hurting each other, and hurting alone. But my only hope was I could make things a little bit better for Harlow. That I could teach her to let go, and let me take care of her when no one else would. I hoped that she trusted me enough to let me in close, and let me take care of her.

I moved my weight to my elbow and lingered above her, my eyes finding hers in the semi-darkness.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her in a low, raspy voice. “I’ll never get enough of looking at you.”

I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her slowly, passionately and enjoying her eager response. She was ready, I tried to tell myself. She would say yes to whatever I told her to do. Especially after we made love… especially after I showed her how much I cared for her. My body, heart, and soul were eager to be revealed to her, but my mind struggled with the decision. I wasn’t sure whether I was ready.

Her lips were sweet and soft underneath mine, and I poured all my passion for her into that one kiss that left her breathless. I positioned myself on top of her, dominating her space with my scent, my mouth and my hands digging into her hair. I couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t keep my hands off.

“Even when I’m old and wrinkly?” she whispered underneath me, and I laughed her off.

“You’ll always be my rose,” I reassured her. “I don’t give a shit about your age. And I can’t wait to understand you… to see under all your layers.”

She looked away shyly, but I grabbed her arms and opened her up to me, making her gasp out loud.

I nuzzled my lips against her throat, inhaling her scent deeply.

“Beautiful,” I muttered against her skin. “Fucking beautiful.”

Her fingers were twitching, and I gave her the go-ahead with my eyes. She touched them to my zipper and clumsily pulled it down, unbuttoning my trousers and pulling my cock free.

“Look at it,” I told her, and she lowered her gaze, her pupils dilating when she saw how hard she’d made me.

I oozed precum over her pretty dress and didn’t give a shit that I’d probably ruin it. She was more beautiful naked, anyway - if I had it my way, she would wear no clothes at all.

“Do you like it?” I asked her gently. “Tell me you like my cock, Harlow.”

“I do,” she whispered, her lashes fluttering upwards to look at me. “I love your cock, Master. Will you let me suck it?”

“I will,” I told her gently, and she squirmed underneath me needily, trying to get out. I let her because I could barely resist, and laid on my back as she knelt between my legs. “Good fucking girl. Just the tip, Harlow. Nothing but the tip, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on me as she lowered her lips over the tip of my cock.

She sucked the head in quickly, letting out a moan all over my dick as she licked up my precum. My cock was drooling at the sight of her, at the feel of her warm, wet little mouth on me. I couldn’t get enough of her. The night under the stars felt magical, as if there was something truly special in the air, telling me that this was the beginning of a great love story.

But I also knew full-well there was her test left, and that I would be giving her a choice that would change both of our lives forever.

Perhaps I was being selfish by having her in my arms one last time before that decision was made, but I didn’t give a shit. I needed this, the last moment of her being Harlow Granger before she submitted to me fully and completely. Whatever her choice, she would never be the same girl again.

She sucked my cock, proving me how well she’d learned to do it in her months of my care. Her eyes never strayed from mine and she sucked like a little whore, making me groan her name over and over again. I watched her whimper and mewl and stared at her gorgeous fucking face and her mascara that was starting to run. It took me a long time to realize that I was madly in fucking love with the girl.

I didn’t want to admit it to myself and much less to her. But it was true.

Worried it would look like a sign of weakness, I’d never told a woman I loved her - apart from the one Harlow must have hated most. After Pia, I had sworn to myself never to fall in love again. Yet there I was, like a love-drunk fucking fool, obsessed with the girl working my cock, needing her to give me her control wrapped with a pretty little bow at my feet.

I grabbed her by her hair and twisted her to her side. She cried out, not in fear but with lust painfully obvious in her raspy voice.

“Fuck me,” she begged shamelessly. “Please, Master, I need your cock inside me, I need you to make me yours.”

“You’re already mine,” I growled at her. “Always have been.”

I positioned my cock near her tight little hole and she begged and pleaded for me to fuck her. I teased her for what felt like ages, making her squirm and cry and promise me everything under the sun in exchange for fucking her body. I told her she didn’t have a choice anyway. She’d be fucked, taken advantage, fucking used until I’d had my fill. I told her it would take hundreds of years before I stopped fucking her every day. Before the urge to fuck her, and taste her, and own her, would go away, we’d be dead and gone. I’d never be sated. I’d never have enough. Harlow Granger wasn’t my fucking flavor of the month, she was my one and only.

“Please,” she begged after minutes of my torture. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I can’t take anymore.”

“It’s been a few minutes,” I whispered in her ear, slowly easing myself into her cunt. “I’ll make you go through this every fucking day, several times if I want to.”

“Please,” she whispered desperately, looking at me over her shoulder.

She looked wild and beautiful, and I impaled her on my cock, pushing as deep as I could get, and forcing her even deeper down on my cock. She really started crying then, and I fucking hated myself for turning something so beautiful between us so nasty and erotic. But I couldn’t fucking help myself. I didn’t know how to make love to her. I knew how to fuck her.

I used her body like a little cocksleeve, fucking her into a pretty little mess until she was whimpering, crying my name out with more fear than I’d ever heard in her voice.

“Master,” she whispered, over and over again through the tears. “Please, Master!”

“It’s okay,” I told her gently, pulling her legs up so I could look at her pussy taking me inside. “Look at that, Harlow, look at how much you want me.”

She looked down and moaned at the sight of her own drooling cunt, and I smirked at her, holding her arms twisted behind her back and making her watch me take her. In seconds the tears were once again replaced by moans, and I slowed down my pace, fucking her slowly and deliberately driving her tight pussy towards an orgasm.

“I’m going to do this to you anytime I want,” I muttered in her ear. “I’m going to take pictures and film you taking my cock and show them to those girls who are so jealous of you. I’m going to frame your fucking pussy over my desk. I’m never going to stop, Harlow. I’m going to use you until your fucking body gives out, and not stop then. I’m going to turn you into a complete fucktoy for your Master.”

She moaned herself into an orgasm, whimpering as her body shook and I grabbed her throat, feeling her still on top of me, gasping for air.

“You’ll never go home again,” I reminded her.

Her cunt clenched on me, milking my cock with all it had. I couldn’t hold back anymore, there was no fucking way. She sucked my cum right out, her pussy working hard to squeeze every last fucking drop out of my throbbing dick. I held on to her throat as she spasmed all over me, and when I was spent, I pulled out of her, reached between her legs with her own hand and swiped the oozing jizz from her cunt.

I lifted her arm to her lips, and she licked the cum like a happy little toy, curling closer to me. I let her.

I held her for much longer than I thought I would. I was uncomfortable with it, and could never cuddle after sex. Harlow was the first woman I did it for, and holding her in my arms felt so damn natural I hated myself every time I pulled away.

I wanted to steal another hour, another moment with my woman, but I knew she had a choice to make.

Once her breathing slowed down and the tears stopped coming, I wiped her down with the blanket and closed her dress over her pussy. It was stained now, but I didn’t give a shit. My heart was pounding in my chest, alerting me of the choice she was about to make. And I could feel her own tension too, her eyes heavy with questions as we looked at one another.

“Are you ready?” I asked her gently, and she stared at me, the depth of her eyes darker than ever.

“Yes,” she whispered, and my heart skipped a fucking beat for her.