“Do you want to know what I see? I see a man who is tortured by the things he has done. I see you. I see your pain and your guilt. I see it in the smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. I see it in the way you are still in love with a woman you couldn’t save. I see the man that you are: tough and humble. God, look at you. You’re gorgeous. You could have any woman you want, but you say you want to own me. Who does that? Who wants to possess someone so completely their every need is cared for? You are honest and you have integrity. You aren’t afraid of a challenge. The way you stood up to my dad for me.
The way you stood up for me
. No one has ever had the balls to go against my father, the rich and powerful Mr. Sardeson. The way you saved me from a life unimaginable. I want this. I want this because you’re the first man I have met whom I deem worthy. You are worthy of the only gift I can give to you. You don’t value money the way everyone my whole life has. Hell, you spent half your savings on a woman you didn’t even know. I want to give myself to you. I want to know what it feels like to be yours.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat. She had touched his soul with her words. She had touched him. She saw him and still wanted him. He tugged her hand to pull her closer to the bed. But she stayed rooted to the spot. He raised his eyebrows quizzically to her. She pulled back. “I want you in my bed.”
He allowed her to pull him to her bedroom. They walked inside and stood before the bed. He reached for the hem of her negligee. She lifted her arms over her head and he removed the sexy piece of clothing. She stood before him in a pair of red, lacy panties and a smile. Her long hair covered each breast. He stepped closer to her resting his hands over the strings of her thongs at her hips as he dipped his head and kissed her neck. He placed gentle kisses down her neck to her collarbone. He licked along her collarbone down to her breasts. He stood back, admiring the sight before him.
“You are fucking perfect. There aren’t words to describe your beauty.”
He reached for her hand and placed it on her breast covering her hand with his. He made her hand palm her breast. Before he knew it, she was palming her own breast, and he was feeling her do it. With his hand still covering hers, he ran their hands down her stomach to the top of her red, lacy panties. Using his hand to guide hers under her panties, he pushed her index finger inside her pussy. He wanted to taste her. He used his hand to push her finger in and out of her center. Slowly, he brought her index finger to his lips. “I want to taste you,” he said meeting both of her eyes. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He suckled her finger into his mouth, tasting her, never breaking eye contact. Slowly, he pulled her finger out of his mouth sucking on it as he did. A wicked grin curved his lips as he removed her finger and let go of her hand.
She could feel her wetness drip down her inner thigh. She was so wanton with him, so aroused. He could smell her arousal, her sex, and it beckoned to him like nothing ever had. He kissed her passionately as he backed her into the mattress.
He hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and pulled them down her gorgeous legs. She lifted her feet until she was free of them. He pushed down on her shoulder indicating for her to sit. She sat on the bed, naked and wanting. He pushed her back so she was lying on the bed and he kneeled. He shouldered his way between her legs and saw the holy chalice; she was neatly trimmed. He used his big fingers to spread the folds of her sex. Noticing her arousal was dripping down her thigh, he bent forward and licked at it, lapping it up with his tongue. He continued to clean her of her arousal on both sides of her thighs before bringing his hot mouth to her swollen nub. It was a flutter flick at first over her clit. She curved her back, bringing her center closer to his face. With that movement, he started lapping at her clit from its base to its top. He circled it with his tongue and flicked over it in pressurized strokes. He had brought her close, but he had to make sure she came because with her, the first time, he wasn’t going to last very long. He slid his big finger inside her pussy.
“Holy shit, you’re tight.”
He continued to use his finger moving it in and out of her center as he suckled on her clit while flicking it with his tongue. The combination drove her wild. She started bucking her hips into his face trying to get the perfect angle. He went back to tirelessly flicking her clit with while thrusting his finger deeper and deeper into her. He was the whole way up to his knuckle. And yet she still bucked. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair directing his head up and down her clit.
“Oh my God, Rob. I’m coming,” she screamed into the room. Her scream echoed off of the walls and got caught in his head. He loved to hear the pleasure he gave her. For him, once a day wouldn’t be enough.
He removed his finger and sucked it clean while his storm grey eyes connected with her azure ones. The move was so erotic, it lit a different type of fire within her. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to break for this man. She wanted him to own her.
“Do you promise?” she asked almost afraid she would ruin the mood.
“What would you like me to promise?”
“That you will own me?”
“I promise, Lola. You are mine. I own you now. No one, and I mean no one, will ever have you. You belong to me.”
“I have no experience, so you’ll have to teach me.”
“Love, I have a feeling you know more than you think you do. Just let go. Let your body take over. Do what feels good. Do only what feels natural. Everything. Everything is for your pleasure.”
“Please, Rob. I need you. I need you inside of me.”
Rob kissed her swollen clit and continued kissing and nipping at her skin in a straight line up the center of her body. When he reached her breasts he paid them homage. Then he continued his way onto the bed, bracing himself with his forearms.
“I don’t think you are going to fit.” Lola said scared for the first time that night.
“I will go slowly, but it is going to hurt at first. Are you ready?”
She nodded while keeping eye contact with Rob. She lost herself in the storm that was his eyes. He broke contact and reached down into his pants pocket for his wallet. He reached in and pulled out a foil packet. She didn’t even have to ask as he sheathed himself with the condom.
He positioned himself at her entrance and she tensed. He rubbed the head of his cock over her wet lips before he pushed his head in and melted at how tight she was. “Holy fuck,” he moaned. He pushed himself slowly into her. He wasn’t the entire way inside but enough that he knew he broke her hymen. She moaned, but this moan was one of pain.
“It will get better now. I’m going to stay still until you adjust to me being inside you,” he cajoled while he held her eyes. Before long it was Lola who was moving. She made little thrusts with her hips to encourage him to move. So he did. He started moving slowly out of her. As he did, her legs went around his body and she dug her heels into his ass. She pressed into him causing him to press into her. With one thrust, his balls were against her ass. He withdrew and thrust again. She wanted rhythm. That’s what her hips were saying. Withdrawing, he thrust against Lola’s hips. She was meeting him thrust for thrust. Their dance started to increase in tempo. He moved faster inside her, but as he did so, he brought himself closer to climax. He had never experienced anything like the feel of Lola. She was so tight and so untouched, he was honored by her gift. A gift he would forever cherish. He couldn’t hold on much longer as he thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew.
“Harder,” Lola begged. Rob thrust with such force he knocked her headboard into her wall over and over again. Her body was sliding up near the headboard with each thrust.
“Rob, I’m going to come. I’m going to come on your cock. Would you like that?” she cooed into his ear. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her with a passion he had never known. She screamed into his mouth as she melted into the man who was there to catch her. He followed right behind her. His body went rigid as he released his seed inside the only woman who could so effectively own him.
When he came down from his orgasmic high, he got off of her, already feeling the loss of her touch. He rolled onto his side and she onto hers. They faced each other, staring into each other’s eyes. He wanted to feel her pressed against his body. “Roll over so I can spoon you,” he dictated. She complied and rolled onto her opposite side. His hand went around her body and rested on her stomach. He splayed his fingers and realized he was covering most of her stomach with his one hand. God, she was perfect.
Now, how did he keep her?
∞
Ortiz’s men had watched as the contractors installed a security system in her home. They had also watched as the same men made their way to the roof to connect the box to the monitors. There was a reason Ortiz hired them for this job. His instructions were to bring the woman back to Mexico, unharmed. And that is exactly what they were going to do. They waited until a Brownstone in the vicinity of Lola’s was unoccupied for the evening before rounding the back and breaking in through the back door. They found the window that contained access to the fire escape. Opening the window, each man made his way onto the landing and began climbing the ladder that led to the roof. Once on the roof, it was as simple as walking onto Lola’s roof.
On the roof, they found the box which was locked with a padlock. The taller man reached into his bag and removed a cordless drill and a drill bits box. He chose the appropriate bit and starting drilling at the keyhole. Once he drilled out the keyhole, it was a simple matter of forcing the locking mechanism up. He placed a flat head screw driver into the hole and turned it in the same direction he would have turned the key. Once he had the box open, he cut the wire for the motion detectors. They would have the woman back to Mexico in no time, and they would collect their fee from Ortiz.
Padlocks were only there to keep out the honest thieves. God knew, he wasn’t honest.
Lola opened her eyes and was staring at a beautiful sleeping man. The sun didn’t start its ascent in the sky as the room was still dark, but darker than the night with the moonlight no longer visible. She reached closer to Rob and placed a gentle kiss against his closed mouth. His lips felt so soft. She didn’t want to wake him. She was going to bring him breakfast in bed. She wanted Rob to know she knew how to take care of a man like him. She wanted to show him how she felt about him. Quietly, she padded her way to her dresser and pulled on a pair of denim shorts with a pink tank top. It would probably be another hot day in the middle of a Boston summer. She padded out of the room, down the hallway, down the steps, and into her kitchen. She reached for the frying pan from under her counter. She found the perfect pan for flipping pancakes and set it on the counter. She hummed to herself feeling lighter and freer than she had ever felt before.
She gave herself to Rob last night and it was perfect. He was perfect. She wouldn’t let him walk out of her life without a fight. Now that she tasted what being his felt like, she wanted nothing more. She wanted to become his. She needed to be his. She reached high into the cabinet to grab the pancake mix. The song she hummed was “All of Me” by John Legend. She really did feel Rob had all of her. Unfortunately, she didn’t have all of him yet. She had to help him forgive himself because that’s just want she wanted: all of him. She didn’t want his guilt weighing on him like it did now. She knew he felt personally responsible for the loss of Lizzie. If he didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to see it in his pained stare, his clenching jaw. Who dictates how long it takes a person to truly know another? There are people who are together their whole lives and never truly know each other. Who was to say they didn’t really know each other already? Knowing him was what led her to give herself to him. He was wounded but strong. He was brave yet frightened of losing his heart again. That’s the reason he had to possess her so completely. That’s the reason he needed for her to agree to be possessed by him. She wouldn’t do it. Not until his smile was no longer broken. He was on his way. She had a few glimpses of his real smile, the one that showed his dimples. The one that took her breath away. The one that had her craving to do things like lick those dimples. If she had it her way, he would constantly be smiling that dimple showing, panty dropping smile. She started towards the refrigerator by the back door. While she was retrieving the eggs, she felt someone grab ahold of her arm. She was about to turn around and yell at Rob for ruining the surprise when she felt the wet rag cover her nose and mouth. She gasped and inhaled the sweet gas smell of chloroform. The eggs went crashing to the floor as Lola lost consciousness.
∞
Rob opened his eyes to the light that filtered into the room. He never slept this good, not since before his time in the Army. He definitely didn’t sleep that well after losing his Lizzie. Thoughts of Lizzie started to take hold in his mind until he remembered where he was. He looked to his left to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He was really with Lola last night. What he saw caused him to bolt up straight in bed. Lola wasn’t there. He looked around. He was in Lola’s room. The lilac purple walls, the darker purple comforter with matching curtains. The pillows he had thrown last night still on the floor. But no Lola. He got up and hurried to pull up his pants. He grabbed his gun from the side table and moved quietly into the hallway. He checked the bathroom: empty. He cleared the other rooms just in case. No Lola. He crept down the hallway to the stairs. He stayed silent a moment, listening for sounds. Nothing.
He made his way down the stairs as silently as possible. He didn’t want to scare her, but at the same time, he didn’t want to take any chances. Empty. “Lola,” he yelled. There was no response. He rushed to the front door; the deadbolt and chain lock were still in place. He moved quickly to the back door. “Fuck,” he cried when he noticed the deadbolt was open. Surely she wouldn’t leave without telling him. He turned around, looked into the kitchen, and froze. His wide eyes staring at the dozen of eggs shattered and oozing across the kitchen floor. Panic filled his body. He started to tremble as his fists clenched at his side. He crushed his teeth together, grinding them against each other. His veins popped up through his skin. They covered his arms and hands. He reached up to rub his brow and felt the vein bulging on his forehead. He wasn’t sure what that sound was and then he realized that is was his guttural roar.