My hand slid to her thighs, which were pretty exposed from the tiny, sleeveless nightie she had on that barely reached midthigh.
I took her by surprise. I know. But it didn’t matter right now.
I pushed through her lips, granting myself entrance into her mouth as my tongue explored the entirety of her Warm mouth.
Fuck. She was so intoxicating that it hurt.
My free hand pressed against the small of her back, keeping her from pulling away just like she was trying to do as my hand found the strap of her thong.
Her hand pushed against my strong one in a feeble attempt to stop me from pulling off the thong.
But who says I was trying to pull it off?
Fuck, I was going to rip it off, which I did, to her utter dismay. I saw her eyes widen while I kissed her senseless.
She whimpered, the force obviously too much for her to bear. I lifted her effortlessly and placed her on countertop behind her, using my hand to roughly part her legs open. the
Her hands found my chest as she tried to push me off, but the earlier she understood that she didn’t have a choice here, the better for her.
My palm cupped the soft flesh of her V while my middle finger found her entrance. It was fucking hot and dripping wet. I rubbed on it, my finger gliding over the slickness, eliciting a shuddering moan from her lips. Her pussy felt like it was desperately in need of attention, and I was willing to give it all the attention it deserves.
I broke the kiss briefly to give her a little space to breathe while I continued with my soft, feathery strokes over her wet entrance. A whimper escaped her lip as she bit down on her lower lip, trying to lock in the pleasure she felt.
“You touched yourself today, Mine. Tell me…” Even I couldn’t recognize my own voice, “What were you thinking about when you did that?” I asked, and I saw the surprise flash across her face.
Her eyes held questions of ‘How did you know about it.”
Embarrassment colored her face, but I didn’t pay attention to that. I smirked at her, letting her look into my eyes to see the extent of my dark desires for her as I pressed my middle finger a little harder against her entrance. “Ah… Kester…” She shuddered.
“Was I the one on your mind when you touched yourself? Tell me, Mine. You called my name while at it?” 1 whispered, adding a second finger to the one already grazing her slick folds. My movements were slow and torturous.
“Kester… Please…” She pleaded, her eyes half closed.
I didn’t know what she was begging for, but it wouldn’t be wrong to read my own meaning to it, would it?
I looked down at her well-shaven pussy, which looked so shall and innocent, beautiful and mouthwatering, like a goddamn offering
J slowly tried to slide a finger into her soaked entrance, but met a slight barrier as she winced, almost screaming, She placed her hands against my shoulders and pushed as hard as she could
“Stop, Kes!” She whisper yelled at me, and I stopped immediately, pulling out of her.
What the fuck?
I looked up at her eyes and saw the tears gathering in them.
It was at that point I realized… “You’re a virgin?”
KESTER
I didn’t expect anything less, considering the fact that I didn’t allow any man near her all her life. But I know how younger ones could be. They were good at sneaking their way around without the adults finding out.
Relief washed over me so hard that I almost felt dizzy. This only meant one thing… I was going to be the first and only man in her life.
“You’re a virgin?” I asked, and she looked away. She was probably shy about it, but she replied with a small nod.
“Fuck, Mine. You should have said so,” I brushed off some strands of hair from her face, my hand lingering for a mont behind her head before pulling her close and planting a soft kiss on her lips.
She hesitated this time and held on to the hesitation. “Dont worry, Mine. I won’t hurt you,” I said softly, “At least, not tonight.”
“I have to go now, Kes,” she said suddenly, her voice breaking the moment as she moved to jump off the countertop.
I caught her wrist before she could. “Why the rush?” I asked, a sly smile tugging at my lips. “Got something waiting for you in your room?”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t answer.
Gods, I was falling deeply for this girl. Everything about her was made for me.
I let my fingers graze her cheek, studying every detail of her the way her almond-shaped green eyes danced nervously, the way her plump lips parted slightly as if searching for words. She looked like she wanted to say something but couldn’t bring herself to.
“Speak,” I said, although I didn’t intend to sound as harsh as I did, but my patience was wearing thin. She couldn’t just… Be here… While I do nothing to and with her. It was like seeing your favorite meal and not eating.
“Claire wants to come over to the house this weekend. She says we could watch movies and order food… You know?
She said, and her words made me realize something this was the first time in ages my sister had ever requested anything from me.
The realization left a sour taste in my mouth. Was she scared of me? Or had she just grown so used to me saying no that she’d stopped trying altogether? Either way, it didn’t sit well with me.
That was in the past now. I was going to make sure she felt free enough to ask me for favors whenever she pleased.
“Is that all?” I asked, leaning against the counter. One hand brushed against her curls, fingers threading through the soft, brown strands.
I had once cut some strands of her hair and put it under my pillow so I
Uld sniff her scent. It was intoxicating in a way I couldn’t explain. But that was some five years ago before I decided to buy her exact hair products and kept them in my bathroom. I sniffed them every morning and night like a daily ritual. It made me feel closer to her.
“She said we could also go shopping…?” She sounded unsure about this part. She knew I didn’t allow her to go out for any reason. She was used to being at home.
“Would that make you happy?” I asked, watching her closely.
Her eyes lit up, a spark of genuine excitement and disbelic flashing across her face. She nodded eagerly, her smile as radiant as the sun breaking through a storm. At the moment, she reminded me of my bird, Mel – Selene bless her poor soul testing her wings for the first time after I had kept her in a gilded cage for almost two months for fear of losing her. I was only nine then.
Unfortunately, when 1 released Mel, she flew off for almost a week before returning to me a habit she had developed over time. I had killed her out of anger and frustration because she had obviously found a new owner whom she was growing to love. And since I couldn’t have her entirely, no one else should.
But for for Kasmine, it would be different. I’ll make sure of it. Id do anything to keep her happy with me. Including tolerating Claire stepping foot in my home, something I wouldn’t have otherwise allowed. I’d give her the whole world if it made her stile like that.
“Then, that’s fine. You have a deal,” I announced, and her eyes lit up.
“Thank you, Kes,” she said, her grin softening into something sweeter. “And…” She paused, chewing on her bottom lip like she was debating whether to continue.
“Say it,” I prompted.
“Mum’s leaving on Friday instead of Saturday,” she said cautiously. “Can I go with her? Just for a little while? I’d come back Saturday morning. And… I have to be at school on Friday for “I knew where this was headed, and i didn’t like this part.
I am eager to please her, but not with this.
“No, Mine,” I stopped her mid-sentence. But I tried to keep my voice as even as possible.
Her brows furrowed in confusion, and I could already see the protest forming in her mind.
“From now on, you won’t have to visit your school on Fridays.” I declared, and she narrowed her brows in confusion.
“How? Why? Uhm.” She licked her lips, and I swear I was tempted to claim them in my mouth and kiss her until they were red and swollen, “You know how important it is that I attend school on Fridays. L…”
“…don’t have to do that anymore,” I finished her statement for her, even though I knew what her protest was going to be about, “I’ve spoken to the school. They’ve agreed you’ll only attend when necessary, and that’ll be when I have business at the packhouse.”
I heard her frantic heartbeat. She was angry. I could feel it from the way she clenched her jaws and fisted her small palms,
But all I could think about was the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips, the way her mouth opened and closed as though she were searching for the right words to defy me. My gaze lingered on those lips, small and plump, and I had to keep fighting the maddening urge to claim them, to kiss her until she couldn’t remember why she was angry.
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