Owning the Beast(21)

“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 * 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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.”





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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.