The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(71)

“It opens from the front, too. There are these snaps—”

She’d barely finished speaking before he spun her around and unhooked the clasps, desperate to see whether her breasts were as perfect as the rest of her. As the black, lace-embroidered satin fell away, he reached out in wonder, fingering one perfect pink nipple. “Beautiful,” he breathed. His fingers tightened on the dusky bud, twisting cruelly as he watched her big, blue eyes widen at the pain.

In his experience, most girls squealed, trying to writhe away from the sharp ache, but Ella merely took her plump lower lip between her perfect white teeth and bit down, inhaling deeply.

Is this all an act? Was she just pretending to be all shy and inexperienced? He held her gaze, watching her pupils dilate as she looked deep into his eyes. Still his fingers pinched and twisted her nipple, tugging it a little harder just to see her eyes grow darker with—what? Pain? Desire? Both?

“Shhh,” he whispered, “just a little more. You can take it.”

Her pink tongue darted out to wet the lip she’d just bitten but otherwise she didn’t move, not even when he dug his fingernails into her sensitive flesh.

Zainon almost groaned aloud. Letting go of her nipple, he palmed her soft, springy breast instead. It was a perfect handful—they both were.

To shake her out of her strange reverie (and because he wanted to) he slapped her left breast, feeling the turgid nipple bounce against his palm as he did so.

“Christ,” his voice was a husky croak, “if you were mine, the things I’d do to you—”

“I’m yours,” she interrupted with a whisper. “If you want me.”

“I don’t know what it is about you but you just… fuck, you’ve gotten under my skin.” Before she could respond, he pulled her roughly to him and crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue delving between her soft lips and kissing her with all the hunger he felt for this unique, exquisite girl.

Hesitant at first, she soon yielded, clinging to him like a limpet, gasping against his lips as he all but bruised her with his passion. He could feel her perky breasts pressing against his t-shirt; her erect little nipples a stark contrast to the otherwise soft mounds.

She felt so good, tasted so sweet, it was all just so… right.

He never wanted to let her go.

Zainon Matthews, rock star, multi-platinum recording artist and renowned womanizer, had never felt anything like this before. And he didn’t want it to end.

He wanted to keep her.

But first, he wanted to take her. Still kissing her, he tugged her skirt down over her hips until it fell to puddle around her feet, then he picked her up, carried her over to the sofa and threw her down on it.

There was a flicker of something which looked like panic in her face but he was in such a hurry to snatch the condom from his pocket before shucking off his shirt and jeans, he didn’t dwell on it. By the time he was standing over her, naked and rolling on the sheath, there was nothing but lust and obedience in her beautiful wide eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, “provided I have your consent.” It wasn’t the most romantic thing in the world but he always made a point of asking the question directly, if only to reassure himself.

Ella remained silent, lying naked on the couch, gazing up at him.

“I’m waiting for an answer, little girl,” he said, resisting the urge to grip his achingly rigid cock.

“I’m yours,” she said simply.





Chapter Five





Ella meant every word she had said. She couldn’t explain it but it was almost as though Zainon—a virtual stranger—had some sort of power over her, making her want to obey and please him more than anything else.

It was bizarre but it was also the most liberating thing.

As he came down to join her on the sofa, she was careful to avert her eyes from his prominent erection. It seemed huge, and for the briefest of seconds she wondered whether she should admit to him that she was, indeed, a virgin. In fact, up until a few minutes ago, she had never even been kissed.

But there was a dark flame in his eyes which she felt drawn to like a moth, and she was desperate to avoid doing anything which might cause him to look at her differently.

So she held her tongue and allowed him to move over her, his skin surprisingly smooth and hot to the touch as it met her own nakedness.

I would do anything for you, she thought silently, closing her eyes as his mouth once again found hers and his tongue claimed her. Despite his sometimes rough, almost brutal handling of her, she felt strangely safe with him. She trusted him.

And so it was that, when he gripped her thighs in his big hands and drew them apart so he could align his cock with her slippery virginal entrance, she spread them willingly.

Ella didn’t have anything to compare this night’s events with but even so, she had a feeling it was something special. Magical, almost. Is this what love feels like?

She had no more time to dwell on that thought as he gave one great heave and tore her apart, his broad, rigid length thrusting all the way inside while he kissed her, drinking in her scream of agony.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned against her lips as he began to move back and forth, filling her… filling her…

Just like with all the other pain he had inflicted on her body, the stinging burn in her sex quickly morphed into something else; something infinitely more pleasurable. Thank God I was already so wet, she thought as the familiar pulsing began once more in that sensitive spot he had already paid so much attention to.