Vow to Protect

I’m on my back with him between my thighs in the next second.

“Are you wet for me?” He delves his fingers through my pussy, testing me for himself. Then he licks his finger and settles his weight against my hips once more. “You are wet for me. Does jerking my cock turn you on?”

I swallow and nod hesitantly. Does he really want to know this? Or is he playing some kind of game with me? My inexperience hits me all over, and suddenly, I don’t know what I’m doing. He leans in and nips my lower lip with his teeth to catch my attention. But he already has it. I can't take my eyes off him when he’s like this. Like he lives and breathes just for me. No one has ever looked at me like this.

“I’m not done with you, Angel. Let me see how long it takes my sweet little Angel to scream for me.” He dips his fingers inside me, then brings them up to catch my clit.

I’m shaking, and I don’t know why. My heart feels like it might burst from my chest Alien-style at any moment. A laugh bursts from me, and I slap my hand over my mouth, eyes wide, as his narrow.

He freezes. “Are you laughing?”

I shake my head quickly, a hot flush clawing its way up my neck. “No. I’m so sorry. I didn—”

He tugs my hand off my face and takes my lips one more time. While he coaxes my mouth open, he rubs his cock against my clit, right where his fingers used to be.

When I lean up and into him, he pulls away. “You aren’t laughing at this.”

Then he angles himself again, this time, barely catching my entrance with the head of him.

I suck in a breath, holding it. Waiting…yearning…even as fear spikes through me.

“Relax, take a breath,” he orders. This time, he notches himself right there, right where I want him and where I’m terrified he’ll go.

But I shouldn’t be, right? The second we do this, our deal is fulfilled, and I don’t have to worry about anything. He’ll take care of Sal, of me, of everything. In my mind, it sounds like the dream I had months ago with Rose. Freedom. While I may not be free…I don’t think I want to be. I learned a long time ago there are way worse things to be scared of than being owned by a man who wants to take care of your every need. I know he’s not perfect, hell, probably not even a good person, but who is in this world.

“Breathe, Angel. It’ll only hurt for a second.” He pushes into me slowly, taking his time as my body adjusts to his. He’s with me every second, his forehead pressed to mine, even if the position forces him to arch his back to maintain it.

He watches me, and while I want to squeeze my eyes closed, it feels like abandoning him. So I keep my eyes on his as he finishes pushing into me. Everything feels tight and tingly. A flash of pain was in there somewhere, but pain doesn’t mean the same thing to me as it does to others. I barely noticed it while staring at him.

“You’re mine,” he whispers. His jaw sets tight, and he pulls out and pushes back inside me. “You belong to me.”

I nod because I can’t get my voice to work. He stops moving, and everything in me is starting to tighten more.

“No, Angel. It’s not enough. Say it. Say it for me, and I’ll give you everything you want. I’ll make you feel good.”

My exhale comes out in a rush. “I’m yours,” I whisper.

Instead of pushing into me again, he twists to the side, aligning us and entwining our legs. He pulls mine up onto his hip and guides us together. “Yes, you belong to me.”

I arch into him. The pain is gone, and I can’t feel anything but him. In my body, in my head, in my heart. I clutch at his shoulders, wanting him to give me more.

“I’ve got you, Angel.” He presses into me again, not so much an in and out motion as just rocking, and it puts the top of his cock right at the sensitive bud of my clit.

God, how can this feel so good? I’m shaking from head to toe and grip him harder. My orgasm slams into me so hard I see stars on a landscape of black. His mouth hits mine while I’m still trying to recover, his lips devouring me, his tongue taking over. I give it back to him, all the pleasure he’s giving me, trying to at least…

I feel him come hard, his breathing as erratic and shallow as mine. When he stops, everything is hot and sticky between us. He moves our legs around so he can stare down between us. There’s a white splotch of his cum on my thigh that he scoops up with his fingers and presses back inside me.