Chapter 2
Heather
Hector growled into my ear, his hand still around the front of my throat. “Do you understand me?”
My breath hitched in my throat. “What happens if I tell him?”
Instead of answering me, he pulled me off the door and thrust me against the large black bed in the center of the room. I landed on the mattress on my back, nipples pressing hard against my lacy bra.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, pulling off his belt and stalking toward me.
Eyes widening slightly, I pressed my thighs together.
This was it. Tonight, I would lose my virginity to my father’s best friend.
“Take them off,” he said, voice harsher. “Now.”
Hurriedly, I pulled off my shirt and shimmied out of my pants until I sat in nothing but a skimpy lingerie set. For years, I had been aching for him to touch me, I had snuck longing glances at him one too many times.
After pulling off his shirt and letting it fall off his shoulders, he walked over to me and pushed me back onto the bed. He pulled off his pants, then his briefs, letting his hard cock hang between his legs. I sucked in a sharp breath.
Before I knew it, he had me lying back on the bed with his fingers buried between my legs. “You can breathe when you come,” he growled into my ear, one hand over my mouth and nose and the other rubbing and smacking my clit. I whimpered into his hand, my legs trembling. “Don’t take your fucking eyes off me.”
I stared up at him, my breathing restricted and the pressure building quickly in my pussy. Warmth spread around my core, my skin becoming hot and needy. I spread my legs as wide as they could go to let him touch more of me.
“You’re a needy, little cumslut, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Say it,” he growled, still holding his hand over my mouth.
“I’m a needy, little cumslut,” I managed, the words muffled and driving me higher.
“Good girl,” he said, moving his fingers faster against my clit. “Someone’s learning.”
My legs shot up the air, spread wide. I arched my back, squirming in the bed, and moaned out into his hand, my mind so fuzzy. Something about his degrading praise tipped me over the edge and pushed me into ecstasy.
It wasn’t like anything that I felt before. It was better than my vibrator.
Hector pulled his hand away from my face, allowing me to breathe. I sucked in a deep breath, my little pussy pounding at the mere feel of his hands on my body still. He looked down at my pussy and continued to make small circles between my pussy lips.
“Please,” I whispered, staring up at him and admiring how sinful he looked right now. This was wrong, so wrong. He was my father’s best friend, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d feel inside me. “I want you inside me, Hector. Please.”
Hector slipped his fingers down my folds and thrust two inside me.
I whimpered and squirmed in the bed, brows furrowed together. “Not like that.”
“How, Heather?” He stared down at me, waiting for me to answer him like I had always done online and over the phone. And while I was somewhat of a brat in real life, I had never begged for someone to put their cock inside me.
It sounded so wrong, so distasteful. And I was so nervous. So fucking nervous.
“How?” he repeated again, his voice stronger and more demanding.
“I want your dick inside my pussy,” I said.
He grunted against me as if he had been wanting to hear those words for years now, then crawled on top of me and between my legs, his fingers still buried deep inside my cunt. “Next time I have you,” he said, pulling his fingers out and stuffing them into my mouth. “I’m going to tie you to this bed and refuse to let you leave all night.”
When he brushed the head of his cock against my entrance, I whimpered. My toes curled, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to bring him down closer to me. He rubbed his cock between my pussy lips.
“Beg for it, Heather.”
“Please.”
He rubbed it against my clit.
“Oh, god, please,” I pleaded. “Please, put it–”
Before I could say another word, he thrust himself inside me, inch by inch. I curled my fingers into his shoulder and scrunched my brows together, a slight pain lingering in my core. He shuddered against me. “You feel so fucking good.”
I whimpered and buried my head into the crook of his neck, hoping that he wouldn’t see the slight pain on my face. He felt so huge inside me, stretching out my walls and making me full with his cock, and hopefully his cum too.
His cum…
My pussy tightened around him, becoming wetter at the thought of him thrusting every inch of himself and every drop of his cum deep into me. Hector stilled in my pussy, then slowly pulled out.
“Your pussy is so tight, Heather,” he grunted. “It’s almost like you’re a virgin.”
Pressing my lips together, I decided not to answer him. Instead, I held onto him tightly and threw my head back, the pressure turning into pleasure and my tense body slowly relaxing in his arms. My brat had exited the room a long time ago, and I could do nothing, could say nothing, could think about nothing but him.
“More,” I whispered, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Please.”
He rested his head against mine and placed his lips at the corner of my mouth, leaving a lingering kiss as he thrust into me again. Unable to stop myself, I shifted my head and kissed him on the mouth. The moment that our lips touched, pleasure shot through my body.
Our lips moved together, faster and with more need. I was desperate for him. Aching for him.
“More,” I mumbled into our kiss.
He thrust himself faster and faster into my tight pussy, pushing me closer to the edge each time. My lower body tensed, my clit aching as his hips pounded against it. I moaned into our kiss and came all over his cock.
“Please, come inside me,” I whispered. “Please.”
Hector grunted into my mouth, shoved his dick as deep as it could go, and came inside me. I rested against the mattress, pussy pulsing on every inch of his dick as he pulled it out of me. My chest heaved up and down, my mind like putty.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, sitting back on the bed.
“Oh, gosh,” I whispered.
Suddenly, he tensed next to me. “There’s blood,” he said, brows furrowed down at his blood and cum-covered dick. There was a moment, a single moment of confusion that washed across his face, then realization hit him hard, and he finally glanced up at me through wide eyes. “Are you a virgin?”
I pulled the blankets over my naked body and shimmied out of the bed, turning away from him. It wasn’t any of his concern if I had been a virgin or not. I came to his BDSM club for a reason and now it was my time to leave.
Scrambling, I picked up my clothes and quickly pulled them on to cover my naked body. All I could do was repeat to myself over and over and over again that I needed to leave, that I couldn’t stay, that this really was a one time thing and that Hector was nothing but bad news.
“You can’t just walk away from me,” he growled, like he owned me or something.
After pulling on the rest of my clothes, I hurried to the door. I didn’t want to talk about being a virgin. I didn’t want to even think about it. It was over and wasn’t as painful as all my friends said it’d be.
“Watch me,” I said.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him until our bodies collided. “Stop being a fucking brat for once, Heather. I know you get off on it, but this shit is serious.” He paused. “You really haven’t had sex before?”
“That’s none of your business,” I growled, ripping myself out of his hold and grabbing the door handle.
He placed his large hand on the door, so I couldn’t open it. “Yes, it is.”
“And why?” I asked, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “What would’ve happened if you had known I was a virgin before this all started? You would’ve still asked me to come to your club, bent me over your bed, and fucked me senseless. It doesn’t matter.”
“Heather,” he growled, jaw twitching. “Your my best fucking friend’s daughter.”
“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. “And you still fucked me. So what does it matter?”
“It matters because now you’re mine,” he said harshly, pinning me against the door and taking my chin in his hand. “You’re fucking mine, and you don’t get to run off and away from me. You don’t get to go back home and see that kid who is always all over you when I’m there.”
“Archie,” I corrected.
“I don’t give a fuck what his name is, Heather.” He slipped his knee between my thighs and pressed his cock against the side of my hip. “No other man gets to even look at you the way that I do. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you walked into my club.”
“No, I–”
“Yes, you fucking did. I warned you not to come unless you were serious about everything that came with this kind of lifestyle, with me being the possessive and jealous asshole that I am.”
I swallowed hard and stared up at him, wanting to bitch him out but not knowing the first thing that I would say. Everything he told me was true. He had warned me, and I had gotten off on the thought of someone being so obsessed with me that they wouldn’t let another man look at me. I had never gotten that kind of attention before.
But we couldn’t do this. Dad would find out.
He dipped his head and murmured into my ear. “You don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted you, how many women I’ve been with imagining they were you. You leave my club without me tonight, and I will come and find you.”
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