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The fact was, though, that I had to take that chance. I had to see how she would react, and what I’d found was pleasing and shocking both. Her yielding nature was clear, but that could easily be chalked up to simply her youth and inexperience. Her spirit and her defiance though seemed to indicate that that wasn’t all that was going on there. I sipped again from my whiskey, gasping at the burn.
But it was the sight of her body, this time pinned up against the wall, helpless, her small size in comparison to me that stirred something within my soul, a part of me that I thought had died.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ellis. She’s just a silly girl.
Perhaps that was true, at the beginning. But now? I wasn’t so sure. What Iwassure of was that I wanted more of her, to see how far I could take her. I wanted to test the boundaries of what she would tolerate, what she would surrender to.
Even better, the prospect of teaching her, of showing her what it was like to be with a real man, rather than the young, fumbling fools of her age. I liked that prospect very much indeed. Did that make me a dirty old man?
No. It made me aman.
There was still much to be done, at least when it came to sorting out my own feelings about the girl. Iwouldhave her. The only question now was when, and in what circumstances. I’d already begun to break down her resistance, to undermine her reluctance to confront her own feelings. Feelings that her own body, especially her absolutely dripping pussy, betrayed at the slightest of touches.
I picked up my phone again, reading the message once more from Patrick. I’d previously asked him to have the car looked at by his mechanic, to make sure there wasn’t anything seriously wrong with it that might endanger her safety.
Fortunately he hadn’t found anything, but he had noted that she strictly forbid him from checking the trunk. I didn’t even have to read the rest of his messages to know what that likely meant. It wasn’t positive of course—could be anything really—but it was a mystery that I would have to solve at some point. If I was to take her down the road I wanted to.
But at that moment I kept replaying what happened down there in that hallway. How good it felt to have her under my thumb, how yielding her gorgeous body had been. How overcome I’d been with lust, and a dark, animal urge to dominate her, even punish her. It wasn’t that I wanted to hurt her in a serious way, not ever. Rather, it was the desire to bend her to my will, to make her mine, to make her see that her natural place in life, one she was most suited to be, was on her knees and at my feet.
That she was so young complicated matters, yes, but it also sweetened the prize. For if I was able to train her to my specifications, mold her into the sweet, yielding girl with a servant’s heart, that would be something I had always wanted, but feared I’d never find again.
I sought a woman who was made for me, would serve, worship, and make it her life’s mission to please me in all things. And if I wereverylucky, find a woman who might one day learn to love her bonds of servitude to a strict man who would give her everything she needed, and so much more than she ever thought she wanted.
I sipped once more, coughing softly at the burn. The whiskey was already warming my belly, my vision fuzzy at the edges. It was a pleasant effect, and I intended to nurse it the rest of the evening. The fire popped loudly, a brilliant orange cinder arcing onto the hearth, shining bright for a moment, then winking out.
There was a problem though, and it was one I still had yet to find a solution for. It was the fact that I could only take things so far, even with a girl as beautiful and interesting as this one. Ever since that day, the awful black day I’d vowed that I’d closed off that part of me. Forever, if necessary. It would only be physical, sexual, indulging my animal urges, my darker lusts, with a woman willing—or perhaps not quite as willing, at least at the beginning. One who knew how to satisfy those needs I harbored deep inside.
Could Lola be that woman? I thought so, but she wasn’t yet where I wanted her to be.
But still when I had her trapped against that wall, her gorgeous breasts ballooning against the plaster, crying out for punishment and training, her body made for plundering at my hands and my cock, I knew that I was lost to it. This overwhelming need to take her, to make her mine in a way that only a man like me could do. She had no idea what she was in for, but I couldn’t wait to take her down that path.
But it was that soft, broad bottom of hers, so pale, so lush, that undid me at the end. The need to drive into her, to take her as deep as I possibly could was so overwhelming, I almost fled that hallway in a bid to avoid succumbing to my darker urges.
I was fortunately able to control myself. But it didn’t mean that I could avoid imprinting myself upon her flesh for much longer. It was itself a test of sorts, as I sprayed my seed all over her ass, watching it splatter and run across her skin. Then as I’d forced her to rub it into her bottom as if it were the divine essence of her God, I knew that it was only the beginning.
I knew then that I had Lola in my grasp already, and that with every day we spent together, she became ever more my possession, my property.
And I couldn’t wait to see what came next.
CHAPTER15
Lola
A hard knocking against the window startled me awake, and I cried out, clapping my hands to my eyes at the bright early morning light pouring through the windows. I had been dreaming, a lurid, twisted pastiche of all the interactions I’d had with the strange, stern, impossible to resist man who had come to occupy so much of my thoughts of late.
The knock came again, harsher this time. I removed my hands, squinting against the light. “Jesus, what is it? How early is… what time is it?” I was so tired I was still disoriented. I had a sheen of slick drool down the right side of my chin. The left side of my neck hurt terribly, which was a common feature of sleeping in my driver seat. At some point overnight, the pillow I’d propped behind my head last night had slipped down between the seat and the door. It no doubt had left my head hanging to the side as if I were a corpse sitting in my car. It was cold, freezing actually, the thin blanket I used totally inadequate for keeping away the chill of the early morning.
Then I looked out to see who it was banging on my window—and my heart seized in my chest.
It was Mr. Winters.
Oh, fuck!
I went to start the ignition, but he knocked on the door again, giving me a silent shake of his head. He was wearing a white T-shirt and those same pajama bottoms he had on when I’d come to confront him. His hair was mussed, but somehow it made him look even more devastatingly attractive, the thick growth of five o’clock shadow only enhancing the ruggedness of his face, emphasizing the uber-masculine look and shape of his jaw. The man was entirely too good-looking to be my boss.
You’ve got a whole lot of problems right now that are far more important than drooling over this man.
I cracked open my door. His fingers curled in over the top edge, drawing the door wide. He filled the doorway, staring down at me, his eyes as cold as the morning wind. “I could ask you what the hell you’re doing out here parking on my street so early. But there are other questions I want answers to first.” He tipped his head in the direction of his house a block down the street. “Get yourself together and come park in my driveway. You and I need to talk.”
