Chapter 3
Rebel
Past
I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thanking fuck that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often.
Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, I had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.
"Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.
She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked, porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.
"Please‒"
"Take off your fucking clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that gets my dick hard. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.
As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before looking into the mirror in front of her. Fuck. My dick took notice of her perfect tits and rosy nipples. Hard nipples. Surprising.
I lowered my zipper, the sound of it overloud in the tiny room. I could tell that she knew what I was doing by the stiffening of her backside, but she didn't let it stop her from removing her jeans. As I kicked mine away, hers hit the floor. I hissed, taking in the mouth-watering curves of her shapely ass, an ass that I wanted to dig my fingers into while I was grinding my dick into her cunt. Fucking hell, I hadn't expected the surge of lust that suddenly heated my blood at an alarming rate.
I heard the sound of harsh breathing in the room, and it took a moment before I realized that it was mine. "Turn around," I demanded sharply.
I kept the smile to myself when I watched her bring her long hair forward, knowing that she was trying to use it to shield as much of her nudity from me as she could. She'd all but succeeded. When she turned her tits were hidden behind the thick layers of her hair, and her hands were shielding her pussy from me.
"Come here, Ginger."
She padded toward me slowly. I was glad that she was acting sensibly. It would make my job a helluva lot easier, and besides, I didn't want to hurt her. She halted within inches from me, her gaze still lowered to the floor. "Look at me." I moved her hair back behind her shoulders, exposing those luscious tits to my curious eyes. Christ, they were full and rounded, more than a handful, and her rosy little nipples made me salivate and my dick harden.
Her worried, frightened eyes locked onto mine, and I steeled myself from softening toward her. "This is going to happen, Ginger. You and I both know that Wildman will kill us both if it doesn't, and that's after every one of his brothers fucks you raw." I hesitated, giving her time to digest that information. "You want that to happen?" She shook her head, a lone tear making its way down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb. "No more resistance from you, and I'll make it as easy on you as I can."
Hell, I could have kicked myself for going there. I shouldn't have been worried about making anything easy for her, but I couldn't get over the fact that she was innocent, and that I was going to be her first. I'd never fucked a virgin, I'd always stayed away from them as if they had the plague. Virgins were complicated and time-consuming. I wanted a woman I could fuck, and fuck hard. Someone who could take the roughness and give it back.
She didn't pull away when I took her by the hand and pulled her into the shower with me. It was as if she'd suddenly placed her safety and well-being into my hands, counting on the hope that I would protect her. Shit, protect her from everyone but me. I was hard as a rock by the time I closed the frosted glass door and turned on the water.
Once the water was adjusted I pulled her under the spray, soaking her hair before handing her the shampoo that was in the shower. As she slowly lathered up I let my eyes drift with lazy appreciation down the womanly curves that I'd soon be claiming--her magnificent tits, the hourglass shape of her waist and the flare of her hips, her perfect thighs. Not too skinny, not too thick. She was healthy and damned enticing. She may have been tiny compared to me, but she looked like she could take a good fucking.
She rinsed her hair free of the shampoo, leaving behind silky strands of yellow gold. I was fucking mesmerized as she washed the filth from her body, revealing how creamy and flawless she was. My dick throbbed wildly, and I knew that I had to get a grip before I seduced what I was supposed to just take. When she reached for her pussy I took the rag from her.
She stiffened, gasped, but there was nothing she could do to keep me from washing her. I ran the soapy cloth between her thighs, rubbing over and over her little fur-lined bush. I made sure to part her pussy lips and run the cloth against her labia and clit. She caught her breath when I did that and closed her eyes. Fuck, was this turning her on? I dropped the cloth and started to use my bare hand.
Jesus-fucking-Christ, there was an inferno between her thighs, so hot that it almost singed my hand. I watched her expression as I gently ran a finger over her slit before separating the plump mounds and exploring inside. A wild tremor shook her and her head fell back, mouth parted with her shallow breaths. I zeroed in on her clit, which had tightened up into a hard, little ball. Fuck, I hadn't expected her to be so responsive. When I let my finger slip inside of her, she moaned and began to move her hips, and before long I was finger-fucking her toward an orgasm.
I wanted to watch her explode around me. I added another finger, going deep, thrusting in and out, in and out, and raking over her clit with my thumb at the same time. She reached out blindly, grasping my bicep as if she needed help to remain on her feet. Her luscious body was vibrating, her breathing was harsh and rapid like mine, and I knew that she was about to come. When it happened she lost complete control, crying out loudly, convulsing wildly against my hand.
Fucking hell. I wanted to turn her around, push her up against the tile, and fuck her from behind. It's what I would have done with anyone else. And then I thought, why the fuck not? There was nothing to say that I couldn't get my rocks off, too. My dick was so hard it felt like it was going to explode, my balls were full and ready to release. Why torture myself? With a growl of rough need I found myself doing what I wanted. I spun Ginger around and pushed her up against the tile wall. She cried out, turning her head sideways. I stepped forward, taking my dick into my hands and sliding it between the crack of her ass.
She stiffened and sucked in her breath. I leaned forward and put my mouth against her ear. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you just yet. But I need to come before I lose control." I didn't add, before I lose control and bury my dick so far inside of you that it would be impossible to know where you end and I begin.
My dick was curved upward, making it easy to fuck between her fleshy cheeks. I glanced downward, watching the head peek out from between the crack as I thrust up and down. Jesus, it felt good! She had a nice round ass, her cheeks were squeezing my dick tightly, milking me to heaven. I was thrusting without mercy, fast and with one purpose in mind. I hadn't meant for this to happen, but I wasn't sorry that it was. As I felt my orgasm approaching, I reached around Ginger and took both tits into my hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples until cum was flying out of my dick and covering her lower back.
I grunted out my release, not letting up my frenzy until she'd milked me dry and the aftershocks had set in. I was content to let them claim me, content to let my dick soften against her ass. I pulled my hands from her tits and turned her around, my eyes blazing down into hers. The innocence was still there, maybe even a little bit of fear, but there was something else, too. Was it acceptance that she couldn't stop what was happening, or was it that she wanted this?
"Finish up," I snapped gruffly, because I didn’t want her to think that I wasn't the bastard that I was supposed to be. I stepped back under the water and quickly washed. Coming all over her pretty backside had released some of the fucking turmoil that had been twisting my gut, but it wasn't enough to get rid of all of it. Now that I'd had a taste, I wanted all of her. I wanted to own her fucking innocence.
I guess it was good that that was my next course of action.
I turned off the shower and opened the door, her hand in mine. My gaze shot around the room, looking for a towel, finding a dirty one hanging on the rod next to the sink. The only other articles in the room were our clothes, and I couldn't see her putting those filthy things back on. I made a decision, snatching up mine and pulling her from the room. Fast, no nonsense strides took us back to my room, where I slammed and locked the door behind us.
Ginger immediately went to the bed and pulled up the sheet over her. My lips quirked. "I've already seen it all, angel." I snatched the sheet out of her hands. She gasped and backed against the wall as I advanced on her. I crowded her in with my body, trapping her within my arms, staring down at those full fucking lips, and then I claimed them, slapping my mouth over hers and taking them roughly. Whether she opened her mouth to cry out in pleasure or to plead for me to stop, I didn’t care. I took advantage and slipped my tongue inside her sweet mouth.
She was sweet, too sweet for the likes of me. She tasted of coffee and cinnamon, which surprised me in light of her dirty state when Wildman had brought her to me. They must have fed her before that, and now I was reaping the benefits because the taste of her only added to her innocent appeal. I fucked her mouth with my tongue until hers began to battle back with arousing aggression. I groaned deeply, crushing her body with mine and taking note of where our naked parts lined up. Fucking perfect.
I thrust my hard dick into her lower belly, bringing a hand around to touch her tit. The instant I squeezed and caressed it Ginger began to struggle. My gut told me that she was making a last ditch attempt to keep her innocence, but she had to know that she couldn't win against me. As her nails bit into me, ripping my flesh, I grabbed both of her hands and brought them over her head against the wall.
"I like rough sex, little girl," I grated down into her flushed face. "I told you if you didn't give me any more trouble I'd be easy on you, but what you're doing now tells me that you might like it a little rough, too."
She stopped struggling, her expression one of shock and disbelief. "No!" she cried out.
"Did you like the orgasm I gave you in the shower?" She clamped her mouth shut and looked away from me. I gave her a little shake to get her attention back. "Did you?" I snarled.
She pinned her eyes on mine, but still refused to answer. I could see the stubbornness in her tight jaw, and I knew that her tears were brought on by recognition of something that she didn't want to admit to herself. Her response in the shower had been real and pure, and she knew there was no denying it.
"I can make you feel that good again, and I will. You'll feel pain when I fuck you the first time, but the pleasure I give you will far outweigh it."
"I hate you!" she whispered sharply.
I felt her knee rise and knew what she was about to do. I slapped my palm down on her thigh and dug my fingers into it to keep her from reaching my balls. "Oh, no you don't!" Ignoring her whimper, I moved in closer, snarling down into her face. "I need those for what I'm going to do to you!" I was suddenly pissed, furious that she wasn't going to let me do the right thing by cooperating with me.
"Pig!" she all but spat in my face, her eyes flashing blue fire at me.
"You weren't calling me a pig when I had my fingers buried inside you," I hissed, taking her by the hand and pulling her away from the wall. I tossed her toward the bed, where she fell upon it. She huffed, and quickly scurried up to the headboard.
I didn't take the time to think about what I was doing. I reacted, grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her down to the foot of the bed. Before she could recover I spread her legs and moved between them, yanking her hips closer so that my face was within inches of her cunt. My gaze shot up to her frightened eyes, and I knew that I'd have to ignore a lot of things in order to do what we both knew I had to do.
"No!" she whispered pleadingly, and I wondered if she even knew what she was saying no to.
I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with her musky arousal, because whether Ginger knew it or not, she wanted this. The signs didn't lie. Her nipples were rock hard, she was flushed with heat, and I would have bet my life that her pussy was wet. I dove in, burying my face against her plump snatch and driving my tongue as deep as it could go. I heard her wail-type moan above me and glanced up to see that she'd tossed her head back against the bed, eyes shut and mouth open.
I’d been right. She was soaked with slick wetness, and I wanted it all. I could get drunk on the taste of her. Her sweetness covered my tongue as I tried to consume her. I was ruthless, deciding it was the only way. Ginger may have been innocent, but her body knew what it wanted, and it wasn't a gentle, time-consuming seduction. She was a firecracker of need, and I was the match. After thrusting my tongue inside of her for a few minutes I drew out to focus on her clit. I released her thighs--I didn't need to hold them apart any longer--and slipped two fingers inside her.
"Oh!" she emitted with surprise, arching upward.
That allowed me the chance to curve into her G-spot. I attacked the spongy bundle of nerves the same way I attacked her clit, driving her mad with pleasure. And then she was quivering, moaning, and gasping her way through another orgasm. I let her cream coat my fingers for a while before replacing them with my tongue. Deciding not to give her time to come down, I moved up her body, lined up my dick, and powered through her innocence with one, deep plunge.
Her body bowed up violently beneath me and she cried out in pain. Then I was the one grunting in pain when she locked her teeth into my shoulder. Holy hell, that hurt, but I owed her that. I gave her body time to adjust to the invasion of my dick, feeling how fucking tight she was, and knowing, too, that I had an above-average-sized dick. When I felt that enough time had passed, I pulled back and then thrust forward again. This time Ginger just tensed, and then seemed to relax when the initial pain of my entry didn't come again.
She sighed with obvious relief. My dick was buried deep and was pulsing with the need to come. I pulled back again before returning to the hot, wet cavern of her body. "You're fucking tight," I growled into her ear, flexing my ass as I tried to dig even deeper. She gasped and did something that I wasn't expecting. She opened wider and positioned her hips upward, which let me bottom out inside of her. I groaned, closing my eyes for a second. It felt that good.
Nothing had ever felt as good.
I set a slow and steady pace, leaning the top half of my body off Ginger so that I could watch her. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was flushed with color, nostrils flared and lips parted. Little puffs of air escaped through them, gradually increasing in depth and speed. Her tongue came out to wet her dry lips, and then she tugged her bottom lip into her mouth, moaning. Her hips were moving with mine. I wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard from behind, but I resisted the urge, reminding myself that this was her first time.
I picked up speed. Watching her tits bounce with every punch of my body against hers. I curled my hands around them and squeezed, raking my thumbs over her extended nipples. Her eyes flew open, she was panting heavily. I covered a tit with my mouth and rolled her nipple between my teeth, listening to the hitch in her breath. The sweet sound repeated when I did the same thing to her other tit, massaging the one that I'd abandoned with my hand.
Her body clenched around me, drawing a long groan from me. My hips were moving with the speed of a jackhammer, pounding into Ginger's tight pussy. And she was tight, so tight that it felt like I was slipping my dick into a protective sheath made just for me. My balls pulled up tightly against my body, my dick swelled even more, and I knew that I'd passed the point of no return. As I suckled Ginger's swollen tits, I reached down and found her throbbing little clit. She whimpered and moaned, arching beneath me and twisting her hands into the sheets.
I took a nipple between my teeth. I pinched her clit, setting her off like Fourth of July fireworks. She came, the feel of her insides clenching around my dick enough to make me come. With a growl I slammed myself inside of her one last time and held tight, flooding her with my seed. I could barely breathe. The blood was pounding hotly in my ears, my heart keeping score of every jerk of my dick. I'd never come so hard, or so long, and that's when it hit me that I'd forgotten the fucking condom.
Shit!
That was a first for me. I always suited up.
I couldn't deny how fucking good it had felt to fuck her bare.
I was going to do it again.