With a wicked grin, I slide a soapy finger into her asshole. The lubrication makes it easy, and Allie tenses as I begin to finger her tight little puckered bud.
“I want your holes to be sore, all the time,” I growl into her ear. “If you want me to take my finger out of your asshole, you have to come for me first.”
Allie looks at me with big, frightened eyes. With my free hand, I take her fingers and brush them against her clit.
“I know you’re sore,” I tell her sternly. “But rubbing your clitty is going to make you feel so good, and I promise that my finger in your asshole will make you feel good, too.”
Allie flushes and trembles.
“And if you don’t do it, I’ll just keep putting fingers inside of your ass,” I growl softly, leaning close and brushing her ear with my lips. “If you think you’re sore now, wait until you’ve taken my whole fist, baby girl.”
Allie gasps. She obeys, rubbing her clit with one hand and spreading her legs. After a few seconds, I can tell she’s enjoying herself immensely. Her nipples stiffen and she moans as her knees buckle. She closes her eyes and rubs herself frantically, bucking her hips as the pleasure grows more intense. When she climaxes, I smile at the feel of her asshole clenching down on my finger in short little bursts of ecstasy.
“There,” I say as I pull my finger free and wash my hands in the spray. “I know you’re sore. But I also know that you loved it.”
Allie’s face is beet red and she looks mortified, but also smug and satisfied like a content cat.
“Yes,” she whispers. She stretches up on tiptoe to kiss me. “Thank you.”
I grin. “My pleasure.”
After our shower, I towel Allie off and hand her one of my robes. We curl up in the living room and I order a feast of Greek food from the deli down the street.
“I can tell you’ve got something on your mind,” I say in a low voice. “Do you feel like sharing with me?”
Allie bites her lip. “Dane, I meant what I said earlier,” she replies. “I was such an idiot before. I was so naïve!”
I narrow my eyes.
“I had no idea my father was capable of doing such awful things,” Allie says. She takes a deep breath and looks into my eyes. “I’m glad that he’s going to prison.”
“He hasn’t gone on trial yet,” I counter. “And men like your father are usually wealthy enough to avoid serious jail time.”
Allie giggles, then flushes and covers her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she says guiltily. “I shouldn’t be laughing. It’s not nice. It’s just...my father, well, he wasn’t actually that well-off. He mortgaged the house from under Mom and me, and he’s got so much debt that I doubt he’ll be able to get a good lawyer.”
My eyebrows shoot up and I feel a burst of homicidal rage that someone could do something so evil to my perfect girl.
“What?” Allie asks softly. “What is it?”
When I don’t answer, she presses on, “Dane? Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” Her innocence and tenderness crushes my soul and I sweep her into my arms, kissing the top of her head and holding her tight.
“No. In fact, Allie, you’ve never done anything wrong in your life. You’re perfect.”
Allie’s lips part and she trembles as tears come to her eyes. “No,” she says as she shakes her head. “No, Dane. I’m far from perfect.”
“That’s not true,” I argue. “You’re a beautiful, special, sweet girl. And I love you.” For a moment, I can’t believe that I’ve spoken the words out loud. I never intended for Allie to know my true feelings, but now that I’ve said them, I know they’re truer than anything else in the world.
Allie swallows nervously and looks up at me with her velvet brown eyes. “You...you love me?”
“Yes,” I say in a low growl. “But Allie, that doesn’t mean we can be together.”
A fierce look comes over Allie’s round face and she shakes her head quickly, whipping my face with her brown curls.
“No!” Allie says. She takes my hand and holds it firmly. “Dane, you’re not allowed to back out of this. If you love me, then we’re together. That’s it. You’re the only man for me. You’re the only person who has ever made me feel special or beautiful.”
“You should be with someone your own age,” I tell her. Already, I can feel my resolve weakening.
“I don’t want someone my own age,” Allie says stubbornly. “I don’t want some frat boy asshole. I want you, Dane Andersen, and I want you forever.”