Vandal (Ashes & Embers 2)

“I doubt it.”

“Come on, tell me. Stop being so secretive.”

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” I say, growing impatient. “The short version is I want you to be mine, and I will treat you like a fucking princess as long as you do the things I ask and you don’t fuck with me. I don’t deal with shit well. I also don’t know how to fucking date. What you see here is what you get. And, in case you haven’t noticed, I have some abandonment issues.”

“I noticed that. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why is that, exactly?” I slowly push the sleeves of her dress down until her breasts spill out. I cup her firm flesh in my hands and caress her, her nipples hardening against my palms.

“I don’t know,” she breathes. “I like how you make me feel. You make me forget everything else exists.”

“You make me feel the same.” I press my lips down hard on hers and suck her bottom lip between my teeth. “I want you to forget everything.” Everything. Even what you don’t know yet.

As she kisses me, her hands move from neck and slowly slide down the leather sleeves of my jacket.

“So, you like leather?” I tease, my hands traveling from her breasts to rest on her hips.

“I do.” She rests her face against the leather and inhales. “I love it. I always have.”

I grin at her, my cock hardening against her thigh. “There’s a lot we can do with that. If my baby likes leather, she’s going to get leather.”

With her wearing heels I can kiss her without having to bend down, and I take advantage of that fully, devouring her lips with mine and reaching behind her to grab her small ass.

I turn her away from me and then spin us both around, bending her over the table as she gasps in surprise with the sudden change in position. I quickly pull the jacket off and throw it on the table next to her head. “You can use that to muffle your screams,” I say, admiring her body bent over the table, her lean leg muscles taut, her perfect round, naked ass peeking out from under the short, tight dress.

“Keep your hands flat on the table,” I tell her, giving her ass a quick slap, loving how her tight flesh bounces. “You look hot as fucking hell dressed like a slut, but you aren’t one, are you?”

“No.”

“And you’re not going to act like one, are you?”

“Only with you.”

I’m glad she can’t see the smile that crosses my face. “Ah. So you are learning.” I stroke her ass and push her dress up further until it’s around her waist.

“Tell me how many men you’ve been with.”

“Excuse me?” Her head turns towards me.

I stroke her inner thigh, my hand inching closer to her pussy. “How many men have you fucked?” I raise my voice slightly and tighten my grip on her thigh. “If you make me repeat myself I’ll spank you. How many times do we have to go over that?”

“Three.”

“Ever?” I ask. I pull my hand away and rest it gently on her back. Damn. I don’t think I know any women that have only been with three men.

“No, yesterday,” she says sarcastically. “Yes, ever. Geez.”

I smack her butt hard. “Don’t be a smart-ass.”

“Then don’t act shocked that I’m not one of the whores you’re used to.”

“Am I the third?”

“Yes.”

Well, shit. This bit of news musters up the animal in me. She’s the closest thing to a virgin I’ve ever been near.

“So, just Jason and Nick? That’s it?”

“And you.”

“How many times with Jason?”

“Seriously? Are we sixteen?”

I spank her again. “This is important to me, so just fucking answer.”

She lets out a sigh. “Once.”

“Wow.”

“How many women have you been with?” she asks, turning her head in my direction.

“You don’t really want me to answer that, do you?”

“No.”

“Does it make you jealous?” Standing behind her, I continue caressing her thighs, the head of my dick pressing against the crevice of her ass.

“Yes. Very much.”

I lay over her, my chest against her back, my cock shoved further against her ass.

“How does it feel knowing you’re the only one I’ll be fucking from now on?”

“Scary.”

I kiss her shoulder quickly and pull away a bit, not expecting that answer. “Scary?”

“What happens when you get bored of me?”

Pushing her hair to the side, I trail kisses to her neck, sucking on her flesh as I go, leaving red marks. I wedge my cock deeper between her ass cheeks.

“That will never happen.” I reach down between us and guide my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I think my words turn her on. Or maybe it’s just my voice. Either way, she responds exactly as I want her to and melts like butter for me. Pushing myself off her back, I

stand straight and pull my cock all the way out, then slowly glide it all the way in again to the hilt, my balls pressed against her lips. I stroke in and out of her slowly, her pussy milking my cock with faint, wet suction sounds.

Pulling out, I dip my finger into her wet cave and spread her juices up between her ass cheeks around her puckered flesh, gently pushing the tip of my finger inside. She arches up quickly but I’m faster than her, and quickly push her back down.

“No!” There’s fear in her voice and her entire body tenses up beneath me.

I rub a gentle circle around her quivering hole. “No doesn’t work here,” I growl. “I want you.”

“Please, I don’t want that.”

I press the glistening head of my cock against her ass and push a tiny bit, my heart racing with desire for her.

“Vandal, please …” She begs, her voice cracking.

“You’ll love it if you let me.” I push a little harder, spreading her more.

Before I can react, she’s straightening up, knocking me backwards, and scuttles over to the other side of the table.

No one ever says no to me. Containing my anger, I stare her down. She could have just used the safe word if she really wanted me to stop, so I think she’s testing me to find out what she can get away with.

“Get back over here,” I say pointing down to the spot in front of me that she just vacated.

“No.”

I run my hand through my hair, annoyed. “If I have to chase and catch you, you’re not going to like it, Tabi.”

“Are you going to force me?” She looks beautiful to me, her hair rumpled, her makeup smeared across her teary face, her dress hanging off her body. I love how she looks when she is ruined just as much as I love how she looks when she is perfect. Maybe even more, because pretty is smoke and mirrors. Destroyed is real.

“Force is a gray word in this world, darlin’. You know that. You gave yourself to me, right?”

She nods and licks her lips, her eyes locking onto mine. “Yes.”

“You can use the safe word if it’s a hard line for you. I’m not a rapist.”

“I know.”

“Come here, then.”