Chapter 8

Jackson

I slept like a dead man. The universe disappeared. The only things that existed were that room, bed, and Faith’s tender, naked body lying next to me.

I remained still as she climbed out of bed. It was just before dawn. She moved around the room, gathering her things quietly. I didn’t know where she was planning to go without me. She’d come to me for help. Why run?

“Put that down,” I said when she picked up my wallet.

“I was just going to take a few dollars,” she said. “Enough to get to the city.”

“And what would you do when you got there?”

She looked at me helplessly. Even now, my cock throbbed at the sight of her. Her pussy tortured me. It was my drug. The thought of what I’d done to her the night before put a thrill down my spine.

“Come here,” I said. “Take off that wet dress and come back to bed.”

“No,” she said.

“You came to me for help.”

“I changed my mind.”

“I told you, right from the beginning, there would be no turning back.”

“I can still go back,” she said. “I don’t want you to get killed. Wolf and the others will stop at nothing. If they killed you, I’d never forgive myself.”

I looked into her eyes. She was terrified. Wolf had really done a number on her. It would take a special kind of torture to scare a woman like Faith. I’d make him pay. I’d make them all pay.

I climbed out of bed and for the first time Faith got a look at my naked body in daylight. I knew it would be a shock to her. She gasped. My tattoos weren’t just accessories, they were designed to mask the most horrible scars you can imagine. My entire body was covered in hundreds of thin scars, the result of a torture session I’d suffered at the hands of a monster.

“Take off that dress and get back in my bed,” I said. “You don’t get to change your mind with me. We made a pact. For better or worse, our fates are sealed now.”

She stood motionless for a minute, staring at my tortured skin, her hand in front of her mouth in shock. Then she looked into my eyes, slipped out of her dress, and climbed back into the bed.

I got in next to her, grabbed her, and pulled her close. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t resist her. She was mine now, my property, and I couldn’t let her escape to wherever it was she’d come from. What we’d done couldn’t be undone. We were fused together.

I put my lips to her ear and nibbled the lobe. “Touch me,” I whispered.

She looked at me questioningly but I knew she understood.

She took my cock in her hand and held it. It was far bigger than her tiny fist. It throbbed and she felt it.

“You want me again?” she said, incredulously.

I nodded. “Again and again and again. You’re mine, forever.”

She climbed under the covers. She was young but knew what to do. She knew how to use her body for me, to read my needs, my wants, my desires. She had a natural instinct for pleasuring a penis.

She took me in her mouth. My cock throbbed dangerously, but she didn’t hesitate for a second. She brought her lips to the base of my balls, my long shaft at the back of her throat. I pulled out, the length of my cock sliding along her delectable tongue. Her mouth felt like velvet. It was delicious. I wanted to spill myself and feel her swallow every drop.

I put my hands down on her head and gently forced my cock to the back of her throat. I held her there. I didn’t know if she could breathe. My cock pulsed, right on the verge of ecstasy.

This poor, innocent child. What was I doing to her? I’d fucked her. Now I wanted to put my sperm in her throat. I was holding her mouth on my erect penis like a slave.

The truth was, I was the slave.

I desired her with a burning passion. It wasn’t just her body I wanted, it wasn’t just the pleasure she could give me. I wanted her heart.

I felt possessive of her in a way that’s impossible to describe.

If I had to die to protect her, I didn’t care. I would do what needed to be done.

My cock pulsed again, and the first drips of pre-cum fell from my tip. She swallowed.

I was on the verge. I pulled out of her mouth and brought her up to me.

“Kiss me,” I said.

She hesitated for just a second, nervous that I’d taste myself on her mouth. Didn’t she know? I wanted myself on her. I wanted my scent all over her. I wanted even the animals in the wild to know by scent she was mine.

I put my tongue in her mouth and licked hers. Her tongue danced. Mine chased it. Her lips were so soft they were like heaven.

The tip of my cock found the mouth of her pussy. It was soaking wet. My throbbing cock slid inside her.

She gasped. “Jackson.”

“Faith,” I said.

“What are we doing?”

I looked into her eyes. I didn’t know what to say to her, but I did know the answer. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted my seed in her womb.

She slid away from me, her pussy escaping the dangerous reach of my naked cock.

I grabbed her head and pushed her beneath the sheets.

Her lips grabbed it and instantly, my cock clenched and pulsed in climax. The force of my orgasm burst inside her, an explosion of passion that poured into her tender mouth. I was going to keep her forever. That was the thought that drove through my mind as my orgasm pulsed and throbbed inside her mouth.

I almost felt guilty. She didn’t deserve this. Did she even know what I was going to do to her?

I put my arms around her and pulled her face against my pulsing cock. She was small and soft against the hard muscles of my body. She was like an angel. So innocent. I couldn’t wait until she cried out my name and called me her master. I pictured the future as the last of my sperm poured into her mouth.

Mine. All mine.