Say You're Mine
“Half?” she asks, her voice laced with shock.
“I’m a large man all over and you’re small.” I push in just the tip and feel the impossible squeeze of her around me. “You’re innocent too.”
How her cheeks can still blush is beyond me, but I hold her steady as I slowly move in and out, just an inch. Her walls tighten at my intrusion, and I grit my teeth at the feel of it. She’s trying to keep me out, yet her body is eager for me to enter. She’s dripping wet, and now she’s got some of my precum to help.
My entire body is rigid as I move only the tip in and out, in and out.
“More, Dutch, please.” She raises her hips, and I hiss at her.
“Be still, or I’ll stop.” I pull the tip out of her completely, and she whines. When she’s completely still again, I enter her as before. “Good girl.”
It takes years of patience and conditioning to reach the level I’m at. But all of it is on the edge of crumbling by this little slice of sweetness under me. I’m strong, but her small fingers playing in my chest hair makes me soften. How does she undo me, when so many men have tried and failed? How have I let her under my skin when no woman has done it before? She’s made me claim her, and now I have no choice but to take her innocence as my payment for rescuing her.
“Oh god, Dutch. I think I’m going to come again.” She closes her eyes tight and raises her hips for me.
“Let me feel your pleasure while I give you mine.” I look down between us where we’re joined and the tip of my cock is inside of her, waiting to be milked.
I graze my thumb over her little nub, and she cries out as her body goes over the edge. Her little cunt squeezes me so tight that I have no choice but to follow her over the edge. My seed spurts from me and into her as I stroke my length. It’s so hard not to thrust, but I use all of my years of training to remain rigid, massaging out every drop of my cum.
When I’m finished, I pull back, and a rush of our combined release leaks out and down her round ass. Without hesitation, I run my fingers through it and smear it into her skin. I like seeing myself on her and marking what is mine. I slide that finger lower and to her asshole, where I push against the tight little ring just to see what she does.
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t tell me to stop as I rub her there. “Eventually, I’ll cum here too.”
There’s part of me that knows exactly what the consequences are of getting Iris pregnant, but I didn’t agree not to fuck her when I promised to bring her home. This is my reward for finding their long-lost daughter, and I’m going to enjoy it until I deliver her to them. Maybe she’ll have my baby in her belly by then, maybe not. Either way, I’m not pulling out, and I’m not stopping.
“Now, once more before we take a nap.”
Chapter Nine
Iris
This time when I wake up, I remember exactly where I am. Dutch’s scent is all around me, and I think it might be imprinted onto my skin at this point. It’s still hard to believe what we did after he kidnapped me.
Am I still a virgin? He hadn’t gotten himself all the way inside of me, but there was still a sharp pain at one point. It was gone as soon as it was there because it was hard to think of anything but the pleasure. The way his fingers massaged my clit while he was inside me makes me clench my thighs together. Already, my body is craving more.
After the third time he stretched me, I passed out on top of him. I’d felt him run a warm cloth between my legs to clean me off, but that was it. Right now he’s not inside of me, but somehow I can still feel him there. I can feel him everywhere.
This must be what Stockholm syndrome is. I latch on to that idea, knowing it has to be the reason for my attraction to him. It’s probably not something that develops in a day, but it’s better to blame it on that than try and sort through how I’m feeling. And how I’ve already given over so much control to Dutch.
When I sit up, I see the bathroom door is cracked, but the light isn't on. Panic starts to rise up inside of me as I slip off the bed and quickly get dressed. Where did he go?
Peeking out the window, I see the train is still moving, so it’s not like he disappeared. Isn’t it a good thing that he’s gone because that means I can get away? I’m free to return home, but somehow that doesn’t lessen the panic. In fact, it only makes it worse.