A Betty's Pledge: Volume One (28 page)

My breasts were displayed openly to him as he plowed into me, hitting depths within
me that I’d never experienced before. His lips surrounded my aching peak, pulling
my nipple into his mouth with such torturing force it had me growling freely.

“You want me like this? Fucking you into oblivion?”

“Yes,” I said, not ashamed at my admission.

“Have you ever been fucked before, Betty?”

“N-no.” And I hadn’t, not like this. He was making me see the heavens, just like Diane
had predicted.

He sat back on his haunches, using his strength to pull my hips toward his so that
my backside was resting on his thighs. With one hand, he grasped my waist, using it
as leverage to pull my body to meet his thrusting hips. His other hand traveled to
where we were connected, using the pad of his thumb to stroke my clit feverishly.

I writhed below him as an inferno roared to life inside me. But as it bellowed to
the surface, lighting every inch of my skin aflame, I knew this would be more powerful
than anything I’d ever felt.

“Yes, Mady,” I heard Isaac say roughly, his hips surging forward at a rapid rate.
My thighs clamped around him, my eyes closed tightly, my slick walls encased him as
my orgasm ripped through me. It felt like nothing I’d experienced before, and all
I could manage to think was how much I was going to enjoy the rest of this program
if this was what I had to endure.

First, I had to survive this first invitation . . .

The Claiming

~ Isaac Wilson ~

I fucked her.

There wasn’t a nice way to put it. No smooth way that I could interpret what we’d
done. From every angle I’d looked at that night, I didn’t think I could ever see it
as anything more than pure, carnal, animalistic fucking.

And it wasn’t what I’d expected.

Did I intend to go in there and cause her body to melt beneath me? Show her all the
ways I could make her toes curl without even penetrating her?

Yeah, I did. I wanted to savor her, devour her . . .

Of course, I’d given her insurmountable pleasure, just not in the way I wanted it
to happen. I’d made her come and come hard, but couldn’t deny the disappointment I
felt in the fact that she wanted me to “fuck” her.

And I didn’t understand why I was so bothered about it. I mean, I could see just how
damned horny she had been over the last couple of days. Her need practically clung
to her like a second skin.

That desire had been blatant, calling to me like a fly to honey. It had been the only
reason I’d followed her outside on the night of the dinner. I’d convinced myself that
it would be a disservice to leave her feeling so achy and deprived. Of course, I had
my own desire for her, nagging at me constantly.

But like she’d done so many times up until this point, she’d surprised me. It seemed
that she didn’t appreciate my attempts to get her to break the rules. I knew she wanted
it, but I think she felt that I was trying to disrespect her in some way. That hadn’t
been my intent, the exact opposite, in fact. My experience in the program had taught
me that at this point in the game most of the Pledges would experience intense anticipation,
constantly in an aroused state, almost.

Sometimes I wondered if the program had been designed that way, with the goal to amplify
the sexual tension so much that any inhibitions the Pledges may possess would be disregarded.
It was an interesting theory, one I’d decided to ask my uncle Jackson about.

After Mady’s plea for me to fuck her, she hadn’t wanted to take things slower.

No.

After the first round, it was her turn to fuck me.

“Mmm, that was perfect,” she moaned against my neck. My body had fallen on top of
hers in a sweaty heap. She didn’t seem to mind the fact that my weight practically
crushed her petite frame.

God, her body . . .

I’d stood inside the Observation Deck watching her approach my carefully constructed
den of seduction, staring at her form as she moved inside the room. When she took
off that silk robe that’d barely covered her body, every one of my muscles tightened.

I’d never seen a woman so oblivious to how sensuous she was. Her ignorance made her
that much more appealing, adding an innocent quality to her demeanor, even though
she was anything but. The erotic way her curves hugged the fine silk put Venus herself
to shame. She was the type of beauty who’d make Adonis claim a life of monogamy, if
only she’d promise to be in his bed every night waiting for him. Ready for him.

But it was my bed she’d writhed in, my invitation she’d accepted, and now she was
under me, nearly lethargic after our heated session.

“I’m glad you liked it, my Betty.”

She laughed. “Spoken like a true Consort.”

“Spoken like a man enamored,” I corrected, pulling back a bit so I could see her more
fully.

“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”

“Just you.”

Several moments of silence passed as she stared at me, seeming to assess my face for
any truth in my words.

“You don’t need to flatter me, you know. I’m a sure thing.” She moved her hand to
my lower back, slowly creeping down to my ass. “God, I love the way you feel between
my legs.”

Her hands pushed against me, forcing me deeper inside her for emphasis. I began to
harden once more, and I knew it would be only mere moments before I would be ready
to take her again. Especially if she kept up with that dirty mouth of hers.

This time, I hoped to cherish her.

But it seemed she had other plans . . .

Faster than I could formulate a response, Mady forced me backward, pushing on my shoulders
and shifting her weight until I’d landed on my back. Her legs straddled me without
dislodging my erection from her. An amazing talent, one that I was surprised she had
under her belt considering that she was in a sexual training program. That just showed
my own ignorance, to think she was inexperienced. Again, her innocent demeanor had
fooled me.

I was being honest with her when I told her that I didn’t think she needed to be here.
Part of my job—no, my
privilege
—was to help her discover her sexual desires, needs, and preferences. She’d get training
later on the various flavors of sexual exploration, but in our time together, I hoped
to show her exactly what her body craved, and teach her how to ask for it both verbally
and physically.

But it seemed she didn’t need my help. That woman knew exactly what she wanted.

Just then, I felt her tiny hands start to explore the planes of my chest, kneading
and soothing the tight muscles into mush.

I watched her as her eyes ventured over the expanse of my body, seeming to memorize
every curve and valley. It was an erotic experience to be on display for this woman.
Usually I was the one worshipping a supple body beneath me. To have the tables flipped
for a change was foreign to me, but it also left me feeling on edge, wanting to know
if she found me lacking.

I kept my mouth shut while she roamed my body with her petite hands, the pads of her
fingers felt like small feathers skimming across my skin. The sensations were enticing
in two ways—leaving me in that place where her movements felt nice, but on the verge
of being too much to handle. Her touch made me want more, and each muscle clenched
in a desperate plea where she touched.

“How many women have touched your body like this? How many have told you how sinfully
delicious you are?”

“How many men have told you?” I asked evasively, not wanting to talk about any other
woman but the gorgeous creature above me.

She laughed at my question. “Not enough. Most of them have been too busy concentrating
on their own needs to pay any attention to me.”

“How is that even possible?” I was stunned that any man who had the privilege of lying
with her wouldn’t show her exactly how truly magnificent she was.

She shrugged, trying to play it off like it didn’t hurt her. “Guess those few fucktards
weren’t worth it, were they?”

“Not worthy of you by any means.”

I could see the horrible truth in her eyes. Some of the women I’d met at the Grants
had the same mantra playing on repeat in their heads, resulting from years of poor
self-esteem. Ridiculous, but Mady probably didn’t think she was worth the time it
took for a man to show her homage. She thought that sex with a man was about satisfying
their needs before her own.

Perhaps that was the reason why she was here, to find out if there could be any truth
to her poorly constructed theory.

“Can you prove that to me?” She quirked her eyebrow, looking at me in challenge.

“And then some.”

“Mmm, but it seems that you are trapped beneath me,” she said, tracing her tiny finger
down the center of my abdomen, barely grazing the rounded muscles on either side of
the valley until she reached the juncture where we were joined. “Guess I’ll have to
show you what it means to be with a woman like me. Maybe it can be your turn next
time, yes?”

With that, she raised up a little, feeling my rock-hard shaft with her fingertips,
judging to see if I was ready for round two. God, was I ever. I had been ever since
she placed herself on top of me.

It seemed she was satisfied with what she found, for she lowered herself down on me,
setting a fast rhythm. Her breasts slightly bounced as she moved, her narrow waist
contracted as her velvet walls encased me firmly.

I groaned as my hands instinctively made their way to her rounded hips, assisting
her movements in any way I could. She placed her palms on my firm stomach, using the
position as leverage to she could move faster.

“God, Mady . . .” I moaned, loving how her glorious form moved above me. My hands
roamed around to her supple bottom, cupping it firmly and kneading her flesh. From
there, I assisted the bounce of her body, loving the way it felt as her ass hit the
tops of my thighs with each move.

I could see a slight sheen of sweat covering her glorious chest, her eyes closed in
concentration. The look on her face was intense, distant. For some reason it made
her seem disconnected from me.

Was this how she looked under those covers of her trial? Like she was in her own little
world, focusing on reaching her peak by herself. Was she focusing on bringing herself
there, using me only as a means to an end?

Fuck. That. Shit.

I wanted her here, in this with me. I wanted to feel her connect to me, and understand
what it meant to be with a master of the art of seduction and intimacy. What she was
doing right now was just the action of sex—a means to an end. I wanted her to feel
that link with me, know that I was experiencing it with her and wanted to feel every
way I could make her body hum.

Bracing her on the curve of her lower back, I sat up abruptly, scooting back so that
I was leaning against the headboard. Mady’s eyes popped open, then widened as she
took in my precarious repositioning. My intention was not to take the control away
from her—if she wanted to fuck me, to have that sense of power, then I was more than
happy to oblige her. I just wanted her to connect with me and not disappear into herself.
Allowing her to be the catalyst of her own climax would be taking a step backward,
especially after what we’d shared earlier.

That would be my fucking job, and I’d do it thoroughly.

“Lean back,” I told her. I bent my knees behind her, turning them into a cushion she
could prop her body against, displaying more of her delicious form to me. Her hands
moved behind her, clawing into my thighs as she raised herself up once more, slamming
down onto me. The new angle allowed her deeper penetration, and we both moaned as
her movements became more forceful.

My hands traveled along her body as she arched against my legs, presenting her glorious
chest closer to my salivating mouth. With steady moves, my palms cupped her breasts;
my head bending to taste. She gasped as my tongue encircled the swollen peak. Once
one supple mound became wet with my attention, I moved to the other neglected, aching
breast.

She rode me into oblivion while I played with every inch of her body. In the end,
I think she understood, could tell what my game had been. There would be no way I’d
allow her to do this alone. I’d be the one to bring her to the end.

No matter what, I’d make sure of it.

After a while, her motions became more desperate, like she was trying to get me to
hit a certain spot. It was a moment where I’d show her the difference between an experienced
lover and one who remained ignorant to a woman’s needs. This was when I would claim
her, convert her, and challenge every rationale she had about sex.

I knew where she wanted me, knew what her body was trying to instinctively achieve.

Slowly, I lowered my legs behind her, causing her palms to come down to rest on the
mattress below. The new position angled her body deeper onto me, and when the head
of my penis hit that spot deep within her, she threw her head back and let out a deep
cry of pleasure.

“Yes,” I told her, my hips lifted up from the bed to meet her downward thrusts. “Right
there.”