Owning the Beast (7 page)

I woke up feeling her soft, warm lips wrapped snugly around
my cock, her tongue gently laving at my slit. I groaned in the back of my
throat as I gently thrust my hips up into her mouth, pushing myself deeper. I
felt Annabella’s hand cradle my balls as she gently played with them. Humming,
she swallowed me deeper, allowing me down her throat. I could feel her
swallowing around my cock, almost pushing me over the edge. Fuck.

“Turn around and place your pussy on my face, Bella. You
know how much I love to start my day with the breakfast of champions.”

I felt her laugh around my cock and the vibrations sent
chills of pleasure running up my spine. Moving, she shifted her body over mine,
letting her knees fall splayed on either side of my head, laying herself
vulnerable and bare above me. I loved how much she trusted me. Her breasts
rubbed against my stomach and I let my hands wander down her back and across
the tops of her perfect round ass. Squeezing the firm globes once, I gave her
ass a hard swift spank, watching in satisfaction as her flesh jiggled under my
touch. Bella continued to work at my cock, lightly squeezing my sac as I stared
at her soaking pussy mere inches from my mouth. Grabbing her ass cheeks, none
too gently, I pulled her down to seat that juicy nectar completely on my face.
The taste of her was heavenly as always, sweet like peaches and cream. I couldn’t
drink her in fast enough.

It’s been 16 years since I had my first taste of her sweet
heaven and I still couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

“Happy birthday, my Griffin,” she breathed out against my
throbbing cock, placing a smacking kiss on the tip.

“If this is how turning fifty feels, can I celebrate my
birthday every day?”

She leaned up and looked back at me over her shoulder with a
sly grin on her face. Sitting up, Bella pushed her pussy down on my mouth.

“Get back to work, Stone. I want to come on your face before
you fuck me.”

I growled against her, my stubble tickling against her
sensitive flesh and doubled my efforts. I needed to be inside her tight little
body. Using her hand to stroke my cock, she didn’t make a move to bend back
down. Instead, Bella rocked her hips against my mouth, letting my tongue fuck
her before moving on to lick and suckle on her clit. I kept a tight grip on her
ass and helped her keep her rhythm as she started to tremble and shake. She was
near.

She worked herself down on me harder, almost bruising my
lips with her rapid thrusts. She screamed my name as I felt her walls tighten
around my tongue and I felt my cock starting to leak pre-cum.

I felt a mild panic welled up inside me when Bella pulled
away from my face, thinking that the kids might have woken up from the racket.
Annabella lifted her body up and turned around, moving her soaked pussy towards
my cock. She saw the pinched look on my face and smirked at me.

“Relax, Griffin, they are with Logan’s kids at the cabin
this weekend, remember?”

“In that case, let’s make some more noise, Beauty.”

I smiled. Flipping her onto her back, I forcefully pushed
her legs apart, baring her glistening pussy to me. I growled. Grabbing my cock,
I thrust deep inside her, all the way to the hilt, causing her to scream out in
pleasure.

“That’s it, Angel. Let me hear how much you like my cock.”

Thrust
.

“Tell me how much you love this cock.”

Thrust
.

“Who owns you?”

Thrust
.

She gave me the most devilish smile and I couldn’t help but
smile back. We both knew she owned me. Body, heart and soul. And every little
thing in between.

Pounding into her warmth, I leaned down to kiss her.
Cradling her face in my hands, I devoured her mouth. I will never get tired of
kissing this beautiful angel.

“Come on, Angel. It’s my birthday. At least let me think I’m
in charge for just one day.”

She laughed lightly and I kissed the breath out of her once
more. I moved my hips to hit that spot deep inside her, knowing that I would
have her crazy in seconds.

“Griffin!” she whimpered and I knew I’d struck gold. Angling
my hips, I pounded away at that exact spot and I felt her walls starting to
quiver around me.

“That’s it, Griffin. Don’t stop. Please”

I whispered against her lips. “Never, Angel. Never.”

Her climax ripped my own from me, and I roared Bella’s name
as spurts of my warm cum bathed her pussy walls. I keep thrusting into her
until every last drop was milked from my dick. Rolling us over, I stroked her
back as we caught our breath.

We laid there spent and breathless, enjoying the quiet when
Bella leaned up. Propping her chin on her hands, she gazed into my eyes. I
tucked her dark hair behind her ear, taking in her beauty. My heart squeezed
and clenched as the love I felt for my beauty welled up inside of me.

“How was that for a birthday present?” she asked.

Flashing her my biggest smile, I sat up, tossing her off me
and flipping her over. I jerked her ass up in the air and pushed her chest down
on the bed. I was still smiling as I grabbed my hard cock and slammed into her
once more from behind.

“I’d say it was a good start. Now be a good girl and tell me
who owns you.”

I heard her tinkling laughter as I started thrusting. This
was going to be a great day. I didn’t bother about the number of ways I had to
fuck her; she will say it by the time I’m through with her. We’ve done this
countless of times for years and she still hasn’t admitted it yet. Even if she
did, we both knew it would be a lie.

 Pushing back to meet my thrust, Bella let out a moan. “We
both know I own you, Griffin. Keep trying to fuck it out of me though. You know
how much I like that.”

With that, I grabbed her hips and gave her what she wanted.
Just how she wanted it.

“I love you, my Beauty.”

“And I love you, my Beast.”

Owning Her Innocence

CHAPTER 1 * HALEY *

The smell of musk was the first thing I became aware of. The
second was that I couldn’t move my hands or legs—they felt heavy. Wait, no, I
think I’m bound. I shifted around, seeing if I could free myself, but the soft,
ribbon-like material held tight. “Where am I?” I whisper to myself. I shift
harder, trying to free myself from the blindfold.

BAM!
A door slams maybe a few rooms away.

I still.

Should I call out? A chill runs up my spine and I suddenly
become very aware that I’m naked. Except for what feels like something drying
on my chest. As my breathing picks up, the musky smell seems to grow. What is
that sound? Steps. Someone is coming. I hear the footsteps shuffling closer.
Maybe, just maybe, if I’m quiet enough they’ll just pass. The steps grow louder
and louder, then stop. I hold my breath for what feels like forever. They start
up again, this time moving away from me. Releasing the breath I was holding, I
lay my head back down on the mattress. Think, Haley, how did I get here? What
do I remember last?

William.

-
The night before
-

“I’d like to thank everyone for coming here tonight to
celebrate my little Haley graduating.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen my father so happy before. He
keeps talking about how I’m a big girl now. It’s time for me to grow up, he
says. “Enough living in that head of yours, Haley.” He even went as far as
cleaning out my room last week, removing all my stuffed animals, my baby dolls
that I’ve had since before I can remember, hiring William’s construction
company to paint over my beautiful pink walls. Now the room is an ugly blue
that makes me stomp my feet every time I enter it.

“She’s not my little girl anymore. She’s a young woman ready
to enter the world, and I’m sure she will do great things. I love you, Haley.
You’ve made me a very proud father. I wish your mother was here to see you now.”
Cheers break out and I rush to hug my father.

I know he means well, but the thought of growing up and
being a woman terrifies me to the core. I need to get some air. It’s too hot in
this house and I’m starting to feel like I can’t breathe.

As I make my way down the hall I see William leaning against
the backdoor. William, the man that makes me tingle all over at just the sight
of him. He has the broadest shoulders and the most thickly muscled thighs. He’s
all man. I’ve had a crush on him for what seems like forever. Though for the
past year he’s avoided me like I developed leprosy.

He used to come around all the time, he was, after all, my
father’s best friend. Picking me up from school when Father had to work late,
or staying over and putting me to bed when Father couldn’t make it home. I
remember curling up in his lap while he read me bedtime stories; I could always
talk him into reading a second.

“Please, Daddy William, just one more.”

“One more, sweetheart, and that’s it. Do you understand
me? I don’t want to have to turn that little bottom of yours cherry red.”

Back then, that threat just made me giggle, thinking about
it now made my panties grow wet.

William stood up from his position against the door as I
grew closer. His dark black hair was starting to become peppered with gray, and
it only added to his appeal. Could men tell when a girl got wet? Just the
thought of William knowing this about me made my face heat.

“God, Haley, you have the sweetest blush I’ve ever seen,” he
says, running his finger down my cheek, and I can’t help but blush harder. He
quickly drops his hand, as if remembering the leprosy. Looking at me with that
same gaze he’s been giving me lately. I can’t quite figure out what it is. I
missed his touches. He never touches me anymore. In fact, he hardly even looks
at me, and when he does his face is hard—no longer the Daddy William I used to
know. He’s also made it very clear that I am to stop calling him that,
correcting me every time I use the name.

“Daddy William, do you want to play checkers with me?” I had
asked one night.

“It’s William, Haley. Now say it.” I just stared at him. I
didn’t want it to just be William. He was my Daddy William. “Say it, Haley,” he
pushed.

“Forget it,
Williammm!
” I said, drawing out his name
in hopes of pushing him a little. “I don’t want to play checkers with you
anyway.”

I’ll never forget him grabbing me by the arms and pulling me
close, flush against his broad chest, dipping his head right down next to my
ear, his stubble brushing against my soft skin.

“That’s good, little Haley. It’s best you don’t
play
with
me at all.” His nose pressed to my neck and it felt like he was breathing me
in. Then he was gone. That was the last time William touched me… A year without
his touch. Until this very moment.

“Good evening,
William
.” I can’t stop the sarcastic way
I say his name now. It’s like a little paper cut each time I say it, and I want
him to know this. Or maybe I just want a reaction from him. Something. Anything
to get a little bit of his attention. I see the tic in his jaw and I can’t help
but smirk at my little victory.

“So glad you could pull yourself away from whatever it is
you’re up to these days to come to my little graduation party. God knows you
don’t come around to see us anymore.” Cheese and crackers! That came out way
whinier than I intended it to. I’ve never actually seen William with another
woman, but I can’t help the thought that that’s what’s been keeping him away
from us… From me. It slices through my heart.

“We all have lives, Haley. Like your father keeps saying,
you’re a big girl now and it’s time you started acting like it.”

My shoulders drop at his words. There it is again, I’m a big
girl now.

Softly I whisper, “Maybe I don’t want to be a big girl.”

He mumbles something I don’t quite catch, and the
temperature in the room seems to rise.

“Fuck, Haley, I can’t deal with this right now. Get your
little ass wherever you were going.”

I feel the lump rise in my throat; I can’t let him see how
he’s affected me.

“Then why don’t you move your stupid face away from the
door!” I scream at him.

Hopefully the anger will keep the tears at bay for a few
moments longer until I can make my escape.

“Now, now, Haley, don’t you go thinking you’re too old to be
bent over and have your panties pulled down for me to spank that sweet little
ass of yours.”

I can’t control the gasp that leaves my lips. How dare he!

That helped push those tears back and I feel my anger grow.
He ignores me the past year then thinks he can just come in here and boss me
around? I don’t think so, Daddy William. I straighten my back, trying to make
myself somewhat taller but he’s got a whole foot on me, so I’m not sure it’s
working

“I’d like to see you try…Daddy William.” No sooner have the
words left my lips than he grabs me by the waist, turns me around and pushes me
against the door he was leaning on moments before.

I snap my face up to look at him through the veil of my
lashes; this is a look I’ve never seen before. His eyes seem to change in the
light to the deepest green I’ve ever seen. He slides one of his legs between
mine, bracing his left hand next to my face and his right onto my hip, making
it so I have no escape. I’m totally trapped. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? The
hand he has on my hip tightens, causing a sharp pain that seems to go right to
my core. Oh god, the tingling between my legs is back in a way that I’ve never
felt before. I swear I can feel my pulse down there, and I feel liquid leak
from my girly parts. I’ve never had a boy—no, a man—on me like this before.

The only experience I have is the one time my best friend
Molly talked me into going to her brother’s basketball game. Molly is boy
crazy, and being as we went to a private all-girls’ Catholic school we never
got to be around boys. After the game, her brother Tim caught me by the
bleachers and tried sticking his slimy tongue down my throat, which was
completely gross. When I came home and told my father about it he hit the roof
and started making me get birth control shots from the doctor. I tried to
explain, but he was too freaked out to listen. Luckily I didn’t tell him it was
Molly’s brother, or he probably wouldn’t have let me hang out at her house
anymore.

This moment, however, wasn’t gross at all. What would he do
if I moved so my girly parts sat right on his thigh? Would he feel the wetness?
Would he notice it if I just moved back and forth a little? Why did I want to
move back and forth? What good would it do? But I want to. I
have
to.

I see his eyes drop to my lips. I bet William’s kiss would
be nothing like Tim’s. I lick my lips, wondering if he’ll do it.
Kiss me,
I beg with my eyes, knowing there’s no way I can say the words.

William starts to lean toward me and I freeze. He’s going to
kiss me, but right before he gets to my lips his face turns and he buries it in
my neck. I feel something warm and slick slide up my neck and a moan slips from
my lips. He licked me.
Oh my god, he totally licked me.

“You taste like pure innocence,” he tells me. At his words I
let my girl parts slide down onto his thigh. The pressure feels so good. It
feels like something is building. Something is going to happen…

“Haley!” I hear my father yell.

The next thing I know I’m standing and William is across the
room, leaning against the wall like nothing happened. Is he that unaffected by
me? The very idea crushes me, but who am I kidding, I haven’t the first idea
how to attract a man like William.

Maybe my fantasies are starting to make me go crazy and I
imagined everything that just happened. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had
vivid thoughts about William, and I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last. I just can’t
seem to shake him from my head. He dominates my every thought, and maybe even
owns them. What would it be like to be owned by William? The thought should
scare me, but it only excites me.

“Haley, there you are,” my father says, breaking me from my
thoughts.

“Molly and her brother Tim just got here. You should go and
greet your guests.”

I take one last look at William before rushing from the room
to find Molly, hearing my father yell after me, “No running in the house, Haley!”

After that, I try my best to avoid William for the rest of
the night. If he can pretend like nothing happened, so can I.

I spend most of the evening hanging with Molly and her
brother Tim. I was surprised to see Tim here with Molly. Since he kissed me a
few months back he’s pretty much stayed away from me. Tonight, however, he
seems overly attentive. He keeps asking me about my plans this summer and
making sure my drink stays topped off. It’s actually kind of sweet, but some of
his lingering touches make me feel uncomfortable.

I know I should try to move past this stupid crush I have on
William, maybe even go on a date. No way would William ever want to be with
some chubby girl like me who can’t even kiss a boy without wanting to run away.
My father would probably kill us both, to be honest. Going to an all-girls’
school the whole “going out with boys” conversation never really happened.

As the evening progresses, the more I try to avoid William
the more he seems to be watching me. He keeps giving me disapproving looks. I
also can’t help but notice that Jane—an employee from my father’s office—is
hanging all over him. The sight of them together makes it feel like I have a
weight on my chest. I’ve heard my father say she’s a gold-digger that will
sleep with anyone, whatever that means. I can’t stand to watch them, but I
swear anytime I walk into another room, William is there two seconds later,
followed by Jane.

I really need a moment alone to get myself together. I’m
feeling a little dizzy and really, really tired. I also need to change out the
soaked undies I still have on from earlier.

Slipping up to my room I inwardly cringe at the stupid blue
walls. I head to my dresser, digging to find a new pair of underwear—I would be
so embarrassed if anyone knew what I had done in them. Just the thought of what
had taken place with William earlier had me soaking them further. Maybe I
should see a doctor. This can’t be normal.

As I’m slipping the panties down my legs, my door suddenly
swings open and I tumble back with the underwear wrapped around my legs. Tim
catches me.

“From the state of those panties it looks like you’re
starting without me, sugar,” Tim drawls.

I pale. What does he mean, starting without him? Starting
what?

“Tim, you shouldn’t be in here. My father will hit the roof.”

“You know you want me, sugar. You’re a big girl now and you
can’t hold on to that cherry forever. I’ll make it good for you.”

The dizziness is hitting me harder and the room starts to
spin.

“No, Tim, please stop. I’m just going to go to lie down for
a minute. I’m just so tired,” I slur.

Tim slowly helps me over to the bed. I can’t seem to get my
legs to work.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at that
William guy? Is that the problem? Only want to spread those thighs for older
men? How about you let me break you in for him? Besides, I saw that woman all
over him downstairs. Why would he want a little, inexperienced, chunky thing
like you?”

His words cut deep and I feel him tugging at my dress,
causing my breasts to spill out.

“These are a little big for my taste, but I’ll make do.
Since I’ll be the first to slide into this tight little cunt of yours, I’ll
overlook it. You really should be thanking me. Maybe I can show you a thing or
two about how to please a man,” Tim says with a smirk on his face.