Taking the Fall (1-4)

“I was always too dirty to touch you. I was never good enough. My hands are filthy with the things I’ve done. But I figure now you owe me, we’re bound together by blood and I’m going to collect. Doesn’t matter if I’m worthy or not. I’m taking you. I have to have you.”

She blinks up at me, my words seeming to shock her.

“Now I’m gonna ask you some questions and I’ll go easy on you depending on what you say. You got me?”

Layla blinks again and nods once.

“Good. First question. That boyfriend you got is out. He’s no longer your boyfriend. You fucking clear on that?”

She hesitates, but nods her head. I feel some tension leave my body. The thought of her having any real feelings for another man would have gutted me worse than anything else I’ve gone through. But I need more.

“Faster with the answer next time, Cherry. I don’t like the hesitation.”

She nods quicker this time. My girl is learning and it makes me smile. I continue slowly working my hips against her and I can see her breathing quicken. She starts to work her hips with my rhythm and she’s getting close.

“You try to cum, and I’ll flip you over and blister your ass. You can listen to me and enjoy what I’m doing, but don’t you dare cum yet.”

Her eyes go wide, but she nods yet again and I feel her lick my hand.

“Next question. That limp-dick pussy you used to date ever touch what’s mine? And you better be real fucking honest with me right now. Because if I find out you lied to me, it will be a lot worse.”

She looks directly in my eyes and shakes her head once.

I stop grinding against her because I want her full attention.

“I’ll ask one more time, just so you know I’m dead serious. Did. He. Ever. Touch. My. Property?”

I slowly take my hand away from her mouth and watch for her response. The tip of her pink tongue comes out and wets her lips. Once again, she locks eyes with mine.

“No, Carter. I never let him touch what’s yours.”

Thank fuck. I don’t think I could have handled anything but that answer. It gives me hope that she has been waiting for me. Maybe not on a level she realizes, but subconsciously. I’ve been waiting from the moment I laid eyes on her, and she turned my whole world upside down. I knew no one else would ever do, and I wouldn’t ever waste my time with someone that wasn’t her.

I gently wrap my hand around her throat and rest it there. Not squeezing, just holding her in a dominant position.

“You didn’t ever let anyone touch what’s mine, did you, Cherry? You saved it for me, didn’t you? You always knew who’d get it first. You thought it was cute when I called you Cherry that first time. You thought it was because of your hair.”

I look at her red mane spread out on the bed, and then back to her eyes.

“No, baby,” I whisper. “It’s because I knew that pussy was untouched. I knew you had a sweet virgin cherry between your legs. I wanted it sooner than I should have. I shouldn’t have been looking at you like that before you were legal. But I’m a dirty fucker and that didn’t stop me from jerking off to your body.”

I grind against her clit and realize I’m soaking the front of my jeans in pre-cum.

“You were such a fucking tease. Walking around in those tiny tops and shorts at sixteen, just begging me to take you. I’ve done everything to protect you, including protecting you from myself, and you just waved those ripe tits around like a cock tease, didn’t you?”

She doesn’t look away from me. “Yes” is all she is able to whisper.

“That’s right, baby. Now you’re all grown up, and you’re still waving it around like a tease. Only this time you’re gonna get what you’ve been begging for. All those years of iron will and protection don’t go unpaid.”

I slide my hand from her neck and down to her, breast squeezing it. “You’re going to give it to me tonight aren’t you, Cherry? You’re going to finally give me what’s mine?”

“Yes, Carter,” she says, so soft I can barely hear her, and then grinds her pussy on my cock, showing me how much she wants it. I finally feel the rest of the tension leave my body at her words. She wants this too and I’m gonna show her how much I already own her body. I’m going to show her how much her body craves what only I can give her. I know what she needs.

“Correct answer, baby,” I say and let go of her hands. I lean back from her body so I’m sitting up, kneeling between her spread legs. I look down to see her shirt has risen up, showing her soft belly. I run my hands over her curves and she tries to pull her shirt down to cover it up. I push her hands out of the way and go back to what I was doing, ignoring her shyness. “I’m gonna do a lot of things to you tonight. I’m gonna do them because I want to, not because you let me. Because you’re mine to do with as I please.” Because you own my soul completely. I don’t say the last part out loud.

I hop off the bed and start taking off my boots. “Get the shirt off, Cherry, but leave the panties on. I want to unwrap my coming home present myself.”

She sits up a little and watches me as I pull my thermal off. Her eyes go to my tattoo-covered chest and I smile. She zeros in on the place over my heart and the cherries tattooed there. The script underneath is twined together, making it difficult to read, but if you look closely it reads ‘Layla’.

“Is that my name?” she asks softly. I see her lean forward as if to get a better look. She’s never seen me without my shirt off.