That widens her eyes. She didn’t realise I meant that sort of first, too.
“No.”
“What about your arse?” I lounge back in the chair, deliberately obscene with my cock jutting out of my trousers, albeit gradually softening. It’s shiny with her saliva. “Have I plugged it and then fucked your pussy and played with your clituntil you grip my cock so hard as you come you milk my balls dry?”
Her cheeks tinge pink. “No.”
“What about the first time I’ve sprayed come all over your breasts? Have you given me that first yet?”
“No.” The word is breathy.
“What about your face? Have I covered that with come? Or fucked you from behind with your pert little bottom in the air? I haven’t pushed you over my desk and filled you with my cock. I haven’t tied your hands and feet together and gagged you, then screwed you while you’re my helpless toy.”
She gasps and licks her lips. They’re plump and rosy from me fucking her mouth.
“I haven’t chased you through the forest and held you down and fucked you as you beg for mercy, making you come over and over. I haven’t pushed you to your knees and shoved my massive cock into your throat, making your eyes water. And if you think that you’ll get away without sitting on my face, me holding your arse, you playing with your tits as I force you to orgasm when you believe you can’t take more pleasure, when you say that one more will break you, you’re so very, very wrong.”
The subtle press of her legs together even as she doesn’t reply makes me smirk. Such a demure little whore. She’ll be the perfect wife.
“You should have known that this was not going to be one quick fumble in the dark, on your back, where you could think of England. Every first time I have from you will be depraved and leave you boneless with pleasure.”
With slow deliberation, I recover my cock then rise to my feet.
“We can get started on all that as soon as you want, little bunny. Or we can do thingsmyway.”
“Your way?” She blinks nervously.
I catch her small hand in mine. “Yes.”
11
WILLOW
“What are we doing?” I ask as he leads me upstairs. He slows his naturally longer gait to my shorter one, not tugging ahead.
“A shower, then sleep,” he replies, tone full of amusement. “It’s been a long day.”
I don’t know whether I’m disappointed or relieved that we won’t be doing any of the tummy-fluttering things he suggested tonight. But my shoulders relax for a different reason that is more difficult to admit.
I won’t have to leave if I give in to the sparks between Zane and me. There are many more firsts.
Trusting him feels good. Being near him is like home. I shouldn’t give in to this, but I’m not sure I can stop myself. Zane says I’ll be addicted to him by the time he’s done everything he wants to me, but that’s not what I’m worried about.
Nope.
My fear is, if I’m this in love with him after half a day, what will happen after a week? Or a month? Or however long it takes for Zane’s imagination or interest in me to wane?
With every touch I fall for him more.
12
ZANE
She walks out of the bathroom as fresh and pink and sweet as a summer rose, far quicker than I expected, and I still only have a towel around my waist having showered in the ensuite next door.
Willow is wearing little pyjama shorts that reveal her legs, and a top with tiny straps. Her nipples are clearly visible. My cock responds immediately.
“You have tattoos,” she murmurs.
