She had nice, large tits, full and ripe, and ready to be taken.
He wanted to fuck her. His cock pressed painfully against the front of his pants, desperate to be inside her. To claim her.
As he pushed her shirt off her shoulders, he fingered the bra he’d been toying with. It was a little on the smaller side, but she hadn’t complained. He’d been trying to find bras for her, but unless he ventured out of his castle, he couldn’t get one for her size. She refused to go without one though and had even explained to him how hard it was for her to walk around without a bra. He didn’t see a problem with her tits bouncing around. He loved seeing them, and often found himself watching her just in case she decided to give it a chance.
As he flicked the catch open, the bra fell, spilling her tits forward. He fingered one of the red lines caused by the bra.
“I don’t like this. I don’t like the thought of anything hurting you.”
“It’s fine.”
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and he lifted her arm, seeing how red it was. Once he dealt with the traitors, he was going to plan a trip to the nearest town so that he could get her a bra that fit and didn’t dig into her flesh.
“It doesn’t hurt. Itches a little.” Her cheeks were a flaming red, and he smiled.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.”
“I’m not used to talking with someone like this. It feels too personal.”
“I want you to talk to me about everything.” He trailed his lips down her chest, going to her breast. Cupping the mounds, he pressed them together, staring at her rounded globes. His cock ached, but he slid his tongue across each peak, enjoying the pleasured sounds she made. She drove him wild, but he kept himself in check.
Licking one bud and then the other, he glanced up and saw the desire swirling in her eyes. She wanted this as much as he did.
After giving attention to both of her nipples, he let her tits go and slid his hand down her body to her pants. The jeans she wore were on the loose side, and as he flicked the button open, they fell to the floor easily.
He held her hand as she stepped out of them, kicking them to one side.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said, repeating what he already knew.
Nerves clearly got the better of her.
“I’m not going to fuck you until you’re ready.” Even as his dick protested, he had to prove he wasn’t only after sex. He wanted the whole package.
This was what made Ashley different from all of the other women. He didn’t feel this protective need with anyone else. Ashley was the only one to inspire it within him. She made him feel human again, made him dream, and gave him respite from his survival mode.
With only her panties left, he gripped them and gently pulled them from her body.
She let out a little gasp.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
“I don’t know what it is you do to me. Sometimes I’m scared, but you make me feel so safe, cared for. It’s like I can finally stop panicking about everything because I know I’ve got you. I’m sorry. I’m rambling on.”
He smiled. “I think it’s cute. You can talk to me all day long.” He’d gladly listen to her, no matter what it was she had on her mind. He enjoyed her company.
She pressed her hand against his chest. “I want this.”
“I’ve told you, no rush.”
“It’s not just about the rush. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want this to stop.” She slowly slid her hand down to his jeans. Her fingers were on the buttons. He waited, knowing what would come next. As she cupped his cock, it took every ounce of restraint not to pounce on her then and there.
Draven waited to see what she’d do next.
She opened the button on his jeans and slid her hand inside, holding him. He gritted his teeth.
“You’re big.”
“I know, but we’re going to fit together. We’re made for each other.” He slowly stroked her arms, gliding the tips of his fingers up and down. She let him go and pushed his jeans down.
He let out a little hiss as the zipper of the jeans scratched him.
“Be careful there, sweetheart. I’ve got to take care of that guy.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.” He released his jeans and let her get her fill of him.
He didn’t look away or try to cover himself.
Men came in all different sizes, and for him, he’d been blessed. Long and thick, and one glance down at his cock, he saw just how aroused he was with pre-cum leaking out of the tip.
She worked her hand up and down his length. Her touch was so light at first. “Does it hurt?”
“No. Never.” If anything, his balls were killing him, but that was only because he wanted to empty them right into her tight cunt.
Control.
Don’t fucking lose it.
He walked her back toward the bed, and as her legs hit the edge, he eased her down. The action stopped her from touching his cock, and for now, he enjoyed the sweet relief.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said, giving him that pretty pet lip.
“We’re nowhere near close to stopping. I’ve got the whole evening planned.” If she didn’t want to go all the way, he knew there was more than one way to enjoy tonight. “Lie back.”
She eased back, nice and slow.
He waited. He had all the patience in the world. At least, he liked to think he did. It was being tested when it came to Ashley.
“Spread those pretty thighs. I want to see what belongs to me.” Just saying those words filled him with an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness.
All of his life, he’d wanted something for himself, and he finally had it in Ashley. The fertile woman who’d found him. She’d come to him for safety, and he was more than willing to grant it—for a price. Everything in this world had a bottom line.
For Draven, it was owning Ashley. Possessing her.
He wasn’t going to allow those piece of shit traitors to take from him, not now, not ever.
She leaned back and lifted her legs, splaying them open as told. Her pussy was so slick, the fine hairs that covered her sex, soaked through.
“You like stroking my cock, beautiful?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“What else?”
“I like it when you touch me.”
She licked her lips, and he saw there was something else she wanted to say. He was curious.
“Out with it, pet,” he said.
“I like it when you order me around.”
He knew that already.
Draven stroked her pussy, lightly caressing over those wet curls. “You’re going to need to get used to it because it’s going to be happening an awful lot.”
****
One touch from Draven was enough to set her one fire. Ashley wanted more than just his hand on her pussy. She craved his cock sliding inside her, filling her and sating that burning need.
Everything had changed since coming here to Draven’s Kingdom.
Luanna constantly told her how nice he was, and compared to the outside world, this was heaven.
From the few times she’d been allowed outside, she saw the stares she got. Some of the women didn’t like her being here with Draven. They were possessive of him, and she understood it.