Taking the Fall (1-4)

“You’re mine. From the moment I saw you I knew it. I wanted to wait but I can’t anymore. I need you. You’ll never have another man as long as I’m breathing,” he swears, but before I can respond he is back on me. I’ve never in my life known a man who would give pleasure like this. Sure, men liked to eat pussy if it got their cock wet, but Saint seemed like he could do this forever and be happy.

It made me want him more. I had already cum twice and I wanted to a third time. I wanted to tell him we were just a fling because that’s me. One night and I’m done, but his words only fueled my pleasure. I should be running for the door. Not pressing my pussy further into his face, thinking about what his cock piercing is going to feel like when I get it inside me.

“That’s it, Daddy. Show me how sorry you are for canceling on me. Eat that pussy good and maybe I’ll let you fuck it,” I moan while thrusting my hips. I’m so close to coming again. I didn’t know it was physically possible to cum this many times so close together but I feel another orgasm rising.

“God, Mama, you taste so fucking good,” he says. “I bet you’ll taste even better once I cum in it. You’re going to let me cum all inside you, aren’t you? I bet this pussy is aching for a load of me.”

Oh fuck. His thinking he is going bareback inside me should piss me off, but I feel my pussy clench at his words instead.

“Jeanette!”

“Jeanette, come here, Mama. You know how much I love being on my knees in front of you.”

I feel myself smile at his words. Suddenly the other man grabs my arms and applies pressure to make me drop my gun. He pushes me towards Saint. My Saint. I cling to him and let the sobs take over my body.

SAINT

I carry Jeanette up the stairs to my room at the warehouse. We go straight to the bathroom and I sit her on the counter to undress her. She’s covered in dirt, and her hair is a mess. I take off the ripped sheet she had wrapped around her and her silk panties. She’s completely naked and I try not to let my rage take over.

“Did they touch you?” I ask calmly. I’m holding on to my control by a thread because I don’t know what will set her off and send her back into her dark place, but I need to know.

Jeanette gets a distant, faraway look in her eyes, but I grab her chin and bring her focus back to me. “Talk to me, Mama.” She’s dirty and a little bruised up, but otherwise looks okay. But I know her, and I know she covers up her shit like a pro.

A little smile curves one side of her mouth, and I can see I’ve brought her back with just that name. She loves it when I call her that. No matter how much she says she doesn’t.

She shakes her head, but I look at her sternly and she tells me what happened. I breathe evenly and just let the story wash over me. I make mental notes, but otherwise I don’t move a muscle. After she’s finished with the whole story, my first thoughts are of how I’m going to kill Marco. I play it out a few different ways in my mind and I go through a couple of scenarios before Jeanette snaps her fingers in my face.

“Hey! Focus please. I believe you were undressing me—in preparations for a shower, I hope?”

“Yeah, Mama. We’ve got to wash this funk off you.”

She laughs a little and I can see she’s pushed the dark thoughts away. I don’t know how she does it, but she’s so much stronger than I could’ve ever imagined. When I first met this sassy blonde, all I could think about was how to get her over my knee. Who would have thought I’d be the one bending over just to have a chance with her?

Some people might see the way I love her as weakness. The way I give her what she wants and allow her to take the lead may come across as spineless, but what most people don’t see is that’s the only way to keep her. My Jeanette has been through so much and one day she’ll tell me, but I know she has to be in control. For her, control equals love. I think men before me have tried to tame her, and that’s where they went wrong. You can’t tame a tidal wave. You can only hope to hold on, ride it out and pray it doesn’t drown you. My Mama is fierce, and where other men have failed her, I won’t. I’m the first, last, and only man to have her heart and it will forever stay that way.

I turn on the water in the big walk-in shower and get it ready for her. Once it’s heated up, I help her off the bathroom counter and follow behind her to the shower. She goes to the spray and puts her face into it, washing off the dirt. I get the hand-held showerhead and start washing her hair. We don’t speak for a while as I wash her body tenderly. She lets me pamper her this way every time we shower. It’s my way of showing her that I will always worship her, and it’s her way of showing me her vulnerable side. She’s allowing her body to be touched, not in a sexual way, but in a loving way, and that’s a first for her. It’s a first for me too, but I don’t think about my past. To me, there was never anyone before her, and there won’t be anyone after.

It’s been so long since she let me touch her. I hate what drove her into my arms today but I’m glad that she’s here. That even if she was pissed at me she knew I would take care of her. I would always be there for her.