Claiming His Virgin

“Axel?” I ask and he turns to face me.

“Fuck,” he growls moving toward me. When he reaches me, I jump up and he catches me, his hands on my ass.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want,” I tell him then he kisses me hard.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby girl.”

“I know exactly what I’m wishing for, Daddy.” He’s only partially dressed, so my hands roam his back as he walks toward the standing mirror in the corner. He sets me on my feet and spins me around so that I am facing the mirror.

“Watch what I do to you,” he says.

“Yes,” I moan when his fingers find my pussy.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Come for Daddy,” he demands. He’s got two fingers in my pussy and his thumb rubs my clit. He’s the master when it comes to my pleasure. How could he want me to leave? Okay, I know I’ve been a bitch when it came to me leaving, but I haven’t mentioned it in days. Just as I am about to come, he pulls his fingers out of my pussy and kicks my legs open. I have to reach out and grab the wooden edges of the mirror to keep from falling into it. Without a word, I hear his belt open and then he’s in me. Fucking me hard, just like I wanted. I can’t keep quiet as I watch us in the mirror. My thighs are soaked and my hips are gonna be bruised but I don’t care.

“AXEL!” I scream his name as I come he follows me seconds later. He pulls out of me and tucks himself back into his pants.

“We’re going to be late,” he says, grabbing a shirt off of a hanger and his suitcase off of the floor.

“Hey,” I say, stopping him from brushing past me. “Thank you for the clothes. Can I stay with you tonight? We should talk.”

“Of course, whatever you want.” He turns away from me again and I feel empty.

“Wait!” I shout and he turns to face me yet again. “You didn’t kiss me again.” I feel some type of way that he didn’t. I love him and his kisses.

“I apologize,” he says, grinning at me like the cat who ate the canary. He leans down and kisses me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and the kiss turns passionate. “Fuck.” He wrenches away from me causing me to moan in protest. “We can’t miss this flight, baby girl. Put your cute ass in your new clothes and let’s go.”

It’s taken me some time to catch up, but I don’t want to go.

My reunion with my parents brought on a lot of tears from my mom and me mostly. She hasn’t let me go for a second. My dad hugged me but he’s not really one to show emotion, at least not to me. He’s in politics but I don’t really know what kind. He doesn’t talk about his work. I like to imagine he’s the male version of Olivia Pope from Scandal, but he’s just not that personable in real life. My mom, Patty, won’t let go of my hand, so it’s hard to eat like this, but I am managing. My dad is at the head of the table, with Axel on his left. I am on his right and my mom is right next to me. She had the cook make my favorite food, lasagna and Caesar salad, with warm, plain Italian bread.

“So what happened to you while you were being held?” Mom asks, dropping my hand so she can wring hers together. “I was so worried about you. I thought you were dead.”

“I thought I would die there too. Nothing really happened, nothing terrible or irreversible. I got hit a lot, but no lasting damage. Kim and I just tried to do what they wanted and not make a fuss. Thank you for sending Axel to rescue me,” I say bending the truth. She doesn’t need the image of what really happened to me to haunt it. It’s bad enough it’s going to haunt me.

“We can’t ever repay you for keeping her safe,” my mom says to Axel.

“It was my pleasure,” he replies, smiling at her. The way he says pleasure sends ripples down my spine. What a pleasure it was indeed.

“Can you pass the salt, Daddy,” I say and almost die when Axel and my dad reach for it, their fingers touching. My dad jerks his hand back and grabs his wine glass instead. My mom sees it too and can’t hold back her laughter. My dad sputters and chokes on his wine but no one says anything. In the end Axel gives me the salt. I know my face is bright red because it feels like the temperature in the room went up ten degrees.