About Time (Broken Vows #4)

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Charlie Past- Age 29

I pick up my phone and put it down several times as Saturday closes in on Saturday night. Logically, I know I should text Hattie and tell her I changed my mind, but I don’t know if she even has a cell phone and even if she does I don’t have her number. What I do know is that nothing good can come out of her coming here. I’m almost thirty and have no business being alone with a teenage girl. Nineteen might be an adult, but barely.

She’s a teenager who I’d bet money is still as inexperienced as she was when I first met her. I’m a dick for even considering taking her virginity. I keep telling myself that I just want to talk to her, but I’m lying to myself. The truth is I’ve never felt like this before. She brings out this primal side of me that wants to beat my chest and lock her away from other men. I want her to be mine in a way I’ve never been moved to claim a woman.

All of the stuff I told her about how I’d use her like a toy was meant to be bullshit. I didn’t expect for those images to take hold of my mind and drive me to do something I would judge anyone else for. And I know that I won’t turn back. I don’t have the strength to walk away from her. The only thing that can stop this is if she doesn’t show up tonight.

I guess I can only hope that what I said to her was enough to scare her off and save us both. The heat in her eyes though tells me that all I did was entice her more. For me, she’s become an obsession, but I fear that for her, I’m just an adventure. Being with me will be an experience to tell her friends about one day, how she too was wild once.

Seven o’clock comes and goes, and she doesn’t arrive. I try to convince myself that I’m relieved, that it’s for the best, and that I need to let go of this unhealthy fixation I’m developing for my friend’s younger sister-in-law. The problem is that I don’t think I can let this go, and if she doesn’t come tonight, I’m just going to seek her out. I can already feel the pull, and it’s a matter of when I give in, not if.

About fifteen minutes later, I finally hear a timid knock on the door. I’m ashamed to admit, even if just to myself, that I’m relieved. When I open the door, she just stands there as if she still hasn’t decided if she wants to be here. I don’t say anything. This is a decision she has to make without me pressuring her, at least at the start.

She comes in and stands just inside the open doorway.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” I say, breaking the awkward silence.

“I tried not to, but I wasn’t strong enough to resist,” she says softly.

Putting my arm around her waist, I guide her further into the room. I’m so preoccupied with Hattie that I forget to close the front door.

“That makes two of us,” I admit to her.

Hattie turns in my arms and looks up at me with those spring-green eyes. “I don’t know what to do. This might be a turn-off, but I’ve never…” she trails off.

“You’re a virgin.” It’s not a question, because I’d already guessed as much.

“Yes,” she answers anyway.

I pull her until her body is flush against mine. “God help me. I should be demanding you leave here. I know I won’t be your last, but you never forget your first. Taking your virginity will be one of the most fucked up things I ever do, but I can’t stop myself.”

“I’ll die if you do stop,” she says. Her voice is husky, and there’s no missing the desire laced in her tone.

“We can’t let that happen.” I kick the door closed and seal our fate.

If I’m going to hell, I’m going to enjoy the descent.

My hand goes around her throat, my thumb stroking her pulse point. Her pulse races, and her breath hitches as I guide her backward until her back is pressed against a wall.

I lean against my forearm on the wall by her head, completely caging her in. I’m close enough that I can feel the softness of her curves press against me. From this position, I’m able to push her legs open and press my thigh against her covered pussy. She gasps, and her eyes widen big. It’s all the confirmation I need that not only is she a virgin, but she’s completely untouched.

I really am a fucking bastard.

The seam on the inside of her jeans is perfectly placed to add pressure to her clit. I make sure to increase the pressure of my thigh and move so it rolls back and forth over her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her chest rises and falls faster, and I can tell she’s getting close. I’m not even sure if she realizes it.

I know she isn’t going to back out. She’s on the precipice of something I don’t think she’s ever experienced before, and Hattie isn’t a coward. “Last chance to back out,” I whisper right next to her ear.

She sucks in a breath but otherwise remains silent.

“I’m going to take that as a no,” I mumble as I let my lips trail down the corner of her jaw.

Her breathing is choppy, and she opens and closes her mouth several times before she manages to stutter out, “N…no. I want to stay.”

“Don’t say I didn’t give you the chance to back out of this.”

Before she can say another word, I take her mouth in a heated kiss. My tongue plunges into her mouth, tangling with hers. She groans into my mouth and starts rocking herself on my leg.

I fight the urge to grind my erection against her because I am no longer a teenager. My cock gets her mouth or pussy, not some juvenile rub against my jeans. I do think it’s hot though, how close she is to coming, and I haven’t even really touched her yet.

My greatest desire at this moment is to watch her shatter in my arms. I let go of her throat in order to grab her hips, then raise my leg until she’s forced to stand on the tip of her toes. I use my grip to both increase the pressure and speed she’s rocking against my thigh.

I can’t stop watching her face to see how she falls apart. Her eyes open wider, her cheeks flush with color, and her mouth falls open with a gasp. “That’s it. Ride my leg until you come. Fucking soak my jeans. Remember you will do as you’re told when we’re together. You’re my toy, my fuck doll. I’m going to enjoy playing with you.”

My dirty words have her shuddering and whimpering with her release.

When she’s coming down from that high, I take a step back. “Now, where to start.” I tap my finger against my chin as if I’m thinking. In actuality, I already know what I want to do with and to her, but I’m finding that I enjoy torturing her a bit with anticipation.

“Normally, I’d shove you to your knees and have you swallow my cock, but I think we’ll save that for next time. Right now, I want to make sure my doll is ready to be played with rough. I will make you come because I want to feel your pussy strangle my cock. You are here for me to use, do you understand?”

I’m not sure where the fuck these words are coming from. I’ve never acted out these fantasies before, and it is just that, a fantasy. Of course, I care if she gets off. I have my pride after all, and I’m not some two-pump chump who fucks dry pussy. Sex is practically a sport for me, and I don’t consider it a win until she’s a quivering mess underneath me.

“I understand,” she mumbles.

That won’t do. I grab her hair and tip her head back. “That won’t do, Sir. Say it.”

“I understand, Sir.”

I let go of her hair and take her hand. I’m about to take her back to my room since this is her first time and all, but then it occurs to me that her brother-in-law and sister may be expecting her back home. “Where do Martin and Elisa think you are?”

Her brow furrows. “Probably at home. I have a studio apartment and a job at a bookstore in Oakridge.”

“Why not save money and just stay with your family?”

“Because I don’t want to go back to being seen as a child when I’ve already been on my own.”

“So no one is expecting you?” I ask, a grin threatening the edges of my lips.

Hattie shakes her head.

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Instead of taking her hand again, I hoist her up and onto my shoulder in a fireman carry.

Inside my room, I set her back on her feet and take a step back. Now she’s really nervous, but I’m in no mood to ease her anxiety. Letting her be apprehensive will increase her arousal and pleasure. I’d rather she feel everything strongly around me, even her anxiousness.

Hattie wrings her hands while she waits for my instruction, and I’ll admit I’m pleased with her submissiveness. After a few long seconds, I relieve her apprehension, “Undress. Do it slowly.”

She starts by lifting her tank top inch by inch. Now it’s my turn to tremble, as she slowly reveals smooth, tanned skin. When her shirt is over her head and hanging from her fingers I almost swallow my tongue. Of course, I have seen her in a tiny bikini, but there is something more erotic to seeing her in her bra and jeans.

A twinkle comes in her eye as she starts to unbutton her jeans. She knows this is torture for me, and she’s doing her best to make it worse. Finally, she works her jeans down her hips and legs, letting them pool around her feet before stepping out of them.

I jerk my chin in her direction. “Lose the bra and get on the bed.”

She’s fully on board with our arrangement as evidenced by how quickly she follows my instructions. Her arms go around her back and unhook it. With one arm across her chest holding it to herself, she uses her free hand to let the straps glide down her shoulders. When both are loose she drops her arm and lets it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes.

Walking backwards she sits sideways on the bed and scoots to the middle. Before she moves too far up the bed, I grasp her legs and pull her back to the edge.

Starting at her ankles I let my hands slide slowly up her calves. At her knees, I pry her legs apart and continue the journey up her body. My knuckles brush across her lace-covered pussy, and she gasps.

I put my entire hand over her mound possessively. “This is mine. Only I get to play with it. I want to hear you say it.”

“It’s yours,” she murmurs.

“What is mine?” I press and her eyes flash indignantly at me. I was starting to wonder if she had any limits, and it appears making her vocalize the dirty things I’m doing to her is uncomfortable for her.

I grind the heel of my palm against her clit and rub it in circles. Her nipples tighten to hard points, and a blush spreads up her chest. When I notice her breathing turn short and shallow I pull my hand away.

“Good girls get rewarded. You didn’t answer my question. What is mine?”

“My…my pussy is yours,” she stammers.

I slap her cunt, making sure to land on her clit. “You forgot something,” I chastise her.

“My pussy is yours, Sir,” she corrects herself.

“What a good toy you are,” I praise her. “Good toys get played with.” I slide her panties down her legs and lift them to my face. Her arousal has soaked the fabric, and the musky smell acts like an aphrodisiac, hardening my cock.

I grab my dick through the jeans and squeeze hard. There will be plenty of time for me to drain my balls, right now I have a doll to play with.

Pushing up on her knees I open her wide and put her feet on the mattress. I lower to my knees, grab her hips, and pull her cunt up to my face. I don’t waste any time easing her into this. No doubt this is the first time she’s had a tongue slipping through her folds and plunging into her pussy.

I swirl my tongue around her clit before sucking on it hard. I alternate that by flicking it with my tongue. It’s clearly a hit with her because her hands fist in my hair and tug at the strands. The bite of pain makes my dick harder, but I can’t allow her to think she is directing this.

“I should have tied your hands above your head. I won’t make that mistake next time. Since I didn’t, I want you to play with your tits.”

Her mouth gapes with surprise, but she lets go of my hair and grabs her breasts. She squeezes and massages them like a teenage boy would the first time he ever felt a girl up. This won’t do.

“Pinch your nipples. Pull at them. Roll them around in your fingers. Don’t stop until you’re told to,” I direct her.

She starts off awkwardly but starts to enjoy it after a few moments.

I go back to my meal and eat her like I’m a man starved. I don’t relish hurting her, so I make an effort to stretch her out. First I work in one finger and stroke her inner walls. My cock is a lot bigger than my index finger, and I move on to two and scissor them inside of her.

I keep this up while laving attention on her clit again. I look up her body and the sight of her on the verge of orgasm, pulling at her nipples almost makes me blow in my pants. Still, two fingers will hardly prep her for the intrusion of my cock, and I work in a third finger. Twisting them inside of her I make sure to rub against her G-spot.

Her breathing puffs out of her mouth in soft pants. I stand and speed up the thrusts of my finger, mimicking how I plan to fuck her. I knock one of her hands free with my other hand and suck the abused bud hard enough to make her ride the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain. She arches her back, her neck strains, and I move to the other nipple to suck even harder.

I flick my tongue against the tip once before pulling back to look at her. She’s holding back, and finally, it occurs to me why. I haven’t given her permission.

“What a good fuck doll you are. Waiting for permission because you know this pussy is mine. Well, I want to feel my pussy squeeze my fingers. Come now, Doll,” I demand.

She shatters, clenching around my fingers so hard my cock gets jealous.

I pull my fingers out of her sopping cunt and suck them clean. “That’s two orgasms. I wonder if I can make you pass out from coming too many times.”

Her eyes slide up and down my body as I make quick work of undressing. I grab a condom out of the drawer of the nightstand by my bed and set it next to her. Before I put it on though, I want to feel the heat of her pussy on my cock.

Grabbing my dick by the base, I slap her swollen lower lips with it. I let it slide through her slit and coat my shaft in her juices. I drape her legs over each of my arms and fold her in half. Then I grind my cock against her clit.

She’s extra sensitive after coming twice, so it isn’t hard to work her up again. The pressure and friction feel good, but it’s not enough. Finally, I step back, grab the condom, and tear the foil open with my teeth. Once I’ve sheathed my dick, I wait with the head of my cock lined up against her hole.

“Hold your knees and open wide for me,” I demand.

I force myself to push into her slowly. The heat is intense, even through the rubber. I work myself inside a little at a time, pushing in farther after each time I pull back. When I reach the barrier of her virginity I thrust hard rather than drag out the pain.

When I’m buried balls deep in her cunt I hold still and let her get used to the invasion. Her legs shake, but she doesn’t drop them. After a few moments I can’t hold back anymore and I start rocking inside of her.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she answers me breathlessly.

It must be some kind of sex stupor, because never before have I thought to ride a woman bareback, but I’m consumed by the desire to fill her pussy with my cum.

I pull out and yank the condom off. “I’m going to fuck you bare and fill you up. And you’ll be a good cum dumpster and milk my cock.”

Hattie nods, and I don’t waste any time slamming back inside of her. The sensation is more intense than I’ve ever felt before, and I can’t stop myself from riding her hard. Each slam of my hips moves her back and forth.

I find the spot inside of her that drove her over the edge before and work it mercilessly. She moans each time I stroke it, and her fingers grasp the blanket underneath her.

I want more control over her body, and I lean against her legs bending her in half. Grabbing her shoulders I yank her down on my cock over and over.

“Give it to me,” I grunt. “Fucking soak my cock like a good little slut and show me how hungry you are for my cock.”

The combination of the hard fucking and my dirty words throws her over the edge and her inner muscles clamp down on my cock like she will never let it go. The conclusions of her muscles trigger my release, and I feel hot spurts of my release filling her pussy.

I feel the urge to snuggle next to her and hold her, but that would only confuse the arrangement we agreed upon. Instead, I pull out and leave her there.

In the bathroom, I get a warm washcloth and return to clean her up. She looks uneasy, and I’m not sure if this experience will be repeated. I am beyond feeling guilty for wanting her now. I’ve embraced this madness and am fully committed to letting it go on as long as possible.

“You’re probably going to be sore tomorrow. Come back to me in a couple of days.” I hold my breath and wait for her to tell me to go to hell, but she just nods and silently gets dressed.

I’ve never felt bad for making it clear I only want a sexual relationship, but I can’t help but feel that I’ve broken something beautiful.