The Boss's Runaway

Before I can answer that I don’t know, more pounding starts on the door. “Let us in, Locke,” says an unfamiliar male voice. “We’re the security team from downstairs. Give us a turn with the blonde and we’ll intervene on your behalf with the police.”

On one hand, I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

On the other, this is exactly what I expected.

This girl is nothing short of magical. She turns men to beasts.

I’m a beast, obviously, because the interruption only makes me pound into her harder, my arms wrapped around her head, a snarl curving my lips. “Leave or I’ll kill you,” I bellow at the door, my hips snapping up and back, driving her slight form up the bed. “She’s mine.”

Sissy makes a sexy little whimpering sound and in response, there are twin groans outside of the door. More pounding of their fists.

“Need you to be quiet or they’re going to break down the door,” I pant, clapping my hand over her mouth and fucking her furiously. “I’m almost there. You’re so tight for me, pumpkin. So tight. They can’t have it, can they? It’s all for Daddy. I found you first. Mine. Fucking mine. Do you hear me? Look at me and nod like a good little girl with a bratty virgin pussy and a sweet face. You burn me alive. You burn me fucking alive.”

She licks the palm of the hand I’ve got curved over her mouth, her tits bouncing in time with my feverish drives, her channel squeezing me root to tip, ruining my life, giving my life purpose. Both. She does it all. And as if she isn’t incredible enough, her pussy starts to contract, her teeth digging into the meat of my palm. A second orgasm from a virgin. And it drenches my cock, giving me even more lubrication to finish myself off in a frenzy, slamming into her perfect hole once, twice, three more times, before my spine snaps straight and I lose my ability to breathe.

“Oh shit. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I’m climaxing, but that’s a boring description for what she has actually done to me. She’s breathed new life into my body, baptized me in her purity, even as I took the purity away from her. Vaguely, I’m aware of several men knocking on the door now, demanding a turn with Sissy, but I block them out and focus on the bliss crossing her features, the way she milks me, so eager and wet.

I find my hand wrapping around her throat of its own volition, my teeth gnashing against her swollen mouth. “Feel that hot seed? That’s coming from an obsessed man, Sissy. I’m obsessed with you.” I hold her down and thrust over and over again, gratification making me shout into my closed mouth. “I pray to this pussy now. You’re my fucking religion.”

The final spurts of lust leave my body and enter hers and I finally collapse, winded, my mind reeling, reeling over what just happened. I’ve traded my God for this girl. I’m Judas. But I can’t find a single iota of regret in my body right now. Not when she throws a drowsy but worried glance at the door where men still demand a turn, and snuggles into me for protection.

“Dear God,” I mutter, apologizing to my maker for putting him in the back seat while I stole this girl’s innocence. “Dear God, forgive me. I couldn’t help it.”

Sissy looks up at me curiously, as if memorizing my prayer, then wiggles closer with a stuttered breath. “Protect me, Locke.”

Pride and possessiveness harden my muscles and I wrap her in my arms, crushing her up against my sweaty body. “Always, Sissy.” I kiss her temple hard. “Always.”

Chapter Nine

Sissy

I sit at the kitchen table shuffling cards, my hands growing more and more deft. Locke is due to get home in ten minutes and my eyes continually stray to the clock, my heart beating faster and faster the closer his arrival looms, my panties already damp. My boyfriend is never in the door longer than ten seconds before I’m hustled into the bedroom and he’s on top of me, his breath rasping in my ear, the bedsprings squeaking. Almost time. Almost.

My pulse grows thick, my shuffling movements so clumsy that I finally give up.

It’s late. Just past midnight. In my old life, I would be asleep in bed, but Vegas life is around the clock. A lot of our life is lived in the nighttime and I’m growing used to it.

It has been a week since the incident at the casino and life is…

Well it’s incredible. I’m so happy I could burst.

My stomach is filled with permanent butterflies because I live with a man who is my hero, my biggest fan and my best friend all rolled into one powerful package.

Last week, we were lying in bed in the suite, listening to the men gather outside, demanding Locke share me immediately. I didn’t know how we were going to escape. Locke wanted to go outside and beat them all to a pulp, but I begged him to find another way for us to leave safely. A way where there was no chance of him getting hurt.