My Only One

An inspired idea pops into my head. “Darling, take your panties off and go sit in the chair.” I tilt my head toward the armless lounger that’s tucked into the corner. I’d like if it were closer, but I can still see her and for now, that’s good enough.

Dally draws her lower lip between her teeth. “I don’t know, Mack.” She turns pink with embarrassment but she’s not leaving and I find that encouraging.

“If you won’t let me touch you, at least touch yourself and let me watch. I want to learn about you, darling. I want to know how you like to be touched. What turns you on. Please,” I beg. “Do it for this sick man.”

A small smile touches the corner of her lips. “Oh, you’re playing that card?”

“Darling, I’d use any card. Haven’t you figured that out by now? I’d do anything to have you.” I’d stay by your side, faithfully, for years waiting for the opportunity to show you how good we could be together.

Hesitantly, she begins to move—into the room, toward the chair. My heart starts racing again and the orgasm I was building before Dally appeared threatens to erupt at just the idea of her fingering her little pussy. I squeeze myself tight—so tight that I almost black out from the pain, but it’s enough to make the sperm crawl back into my balls.

“That’s right. Pull down those pants of yours and sit on the chair.”

Dally does as I tell her, perching on the edge. Her knees are pinned together and the T-shirt she had tucked in covers her lap.

“Shirt, off,” I order and push myself up into a sitting position so I can have a better view.

“I don’t know.” Dally’s eyes dart to the window. “It’s the middle of the day, Mack. I think I should go—“

“No!” I put up a hand. “Stop thinking. Just go with it, darling. I want you so damn much and if this is the only way I can have you, then I’ll take it.” When she still hesitates, I resort to threats. “Don’t make me get out of bed and come over there. I’ll rip my stitches and your shirt.”

“Not the shirt,” she says in mock dismay.

“Yeah the shirt.” And that pussy, I think. I’m going to tear that pussy in half when I get the opportunity. I’m going to defile your innocence and make you come so hard that you’ll feel the aftershocks in your body for weeks after. I lick my lips and harden my voice. “Take off your clothes now, Dally.”

Chapter 11

Dally

My heart rate picks up as I decide to throw caution to the wind and follow Mack’s direction. The moment that I walked back into the room and saw him stroking his rock hard cock, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer. I’d left the room to try and cool down to begin with. The way he is watching me with hungry eyes has my whole body on edge. I made it two minutes before I came back to check on him. It feels like there is now this invisible string that keeps me tied to him. I can’t get too far before I find myself being pulled back toward him.

I slowly lift my shirt over my head and throw it to the ground. My bra quickly follows, wanting to get them off as fast as possible before I chicken out. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I hate that I feel shy about it. It’s only the human body. Everyone has one but I want Mack to like what he sees when he looks at mine.

I gaze up to see Mack’s eyes burning with desire. I’m sure mine are reflecting the same thing back to him. I lick my lips as I watch him continue to stroke himself. He really is a perfect specimen of a man.

“Lean back and spread your legs for me, darling. Show me your pretty pussy.” His dirty words encourage me to do exactly what he’s suggesting. I shouldn’t be shocked that Mack has such a dirty mouth. If he wants to say something he does. I’ve just never heard him say something dirty until recently. All those remarks have been coming my way now. They spur me on. Make me feel like I’m some creature from another world that is exciting and new to him. Like nothing else before. It’s because I know him that I think that. I’ve never seen or heard him act this way with anyone else. Ever. He’s stayed clear of women. He never even cared to be touched except by his own family. And me. I may have been missing something that’s been right in front of me for a while. I thought I’d been grouped in as part of the family because of how close I am with Maisie but now I’m starting to believe it’s been something else altogether.