“I believe the reason you were taken was because of her fortune.”
“Explain,” I say, and Sergio rolls his eyes at me.
“I’m getting there.” He places several documents in front of me that look old and weathered. “According to her last will and testament, she specifically cut out her son and all his connections to her wealth, and the entire estate was left to Anna Dian.” When Iris doesn’t respond, Sergio places a birth certificate in front of her. “That’s you; you were named after your grandmother. Your real name is Anna Dian and you are the sole heir to the viscountess's fortune.”
“But why me? Why not my parents?”
“This is the reason she was taken,” I realize as I begin to read over the papers.
“I believe it was in large part due to your father’s connections with the Russian mob and how deep his debts are to them. From what Dutch uncovered and I’ve since learned, your biological parents can’t access that fortune without you. And you were taken by the Adairs with the motive of using you to gain access to that wealth also.”
“How would the Adairs have gotten the fortune if I was the sole heir?”
“They were going to breed you for it.” I hiss as I see the letters from her parents in Canada. “They were selling you off to the highest bidder with a promise of more if you got pregnant.”
“That’s impossible, they would never…” She trails off, and both Sergio and I look at her and the evidence on the table. “Oh god.”
“The fortune was always yours, and if you were proven dead, it all went to charity.” Sergio places another document in front of me and taps it with his finger. “All Iris, sorry, I mean Anna, has to do is go to this bank in Germany and they will scan her fingerprints. Once they verify it’s her, the transaction is complete.”
“This is all crazy.” She puts her head in her hands, and I look over at Sergio. He’s about as good with crying women as I am.
“I’ll leave you two alone to discuss things,” he says, standing up from the table. “I’ll lock up on the way out, but stay as long as you need.”
“Thank you,” I say and pull Iris into my lap.
“Anytime,” he replies, and then he’s gone in the blink of an eye.
As a kid I used to call him “the shadow,” and it’s still true now. Hopefully the next time I see him, it’s under better circumstances.
I feel Iris curl against me and I wrap her up in my arms. “It’s a lot to take in,” I offer, and she nods against my chest. “We’ll stay here one more night.”
She relaxes a little, and I’m glad I made the right call. After getting news like that, I don’t want to take her out on the run again. What I want to do right now is give her pleasure and take her mind off of everything that’s making her feel heavy.
Standing from the table, I cradle her in my arms as I go into the small room and place her in the bed. It’s not big enough for both of us to lie side by side, but I enjoy her sleeping on top of me.
“Is it bedtime?” she asks when I set her down and then reach up to unbutton her shorts.
“Not yet,” I answer, and I see her cheeks heat.
I strip off her shorts and then her pink cotton panties as I kneel down at the edge of the bed. I can see as her lips get wetter when I pull her to the edge of the bed. Without teasing, I bury my face between her thighs and open my mouth over her pussy. She moans and grips my hair as I lick between her little folds. Her pearl is already hard and waiting for me to soften it as she rocks her hips up. Over and over I lick her clit, needing her to get off. I want to put her heart at peace, and if I can’t right now then I’ll do the next best thing.
Pushing two fingers into her makes her legs fall open wider for me. She’s still so fucking tight, but I can probably get another inch of my dick inside of her. What I need more than anything right now is my cum inside of her. Thinking about someone else breeding her made me want to burn this house to ash.
She cums on my fingers a moment later, and while she’s still pulsing, I pull out my cock. I’m on my knees at the edge of the bed, but it’s the perfect height to enter her. Slowly I ease the rounded head of my swollen cock into her. I can feel her kitty clench around it as I push in an extra inch.
“Fuck.” I have to fight to keep it steady as she slowly takes half my cock. That’s as far as I can go right now, and she moans, wiggling for more. “That’s enough.” I rub her clit with my thumb and stare down at how stretched she is. “Too much more and it will hurt you.”
“No it won’t, I promise.” She tries to bear down and take more, but I smack her pussy just a little.
“Be good.” Slowly, I pull out and then slide back in, only to the halfway point. She’s so fucking wet my cock is dripping, and it’s not sure from her release.
With my other hand, I wrap it around the base and move it in time to her pussy, pretending it’s hers. Only my fist isn’t as tight as her cunt. I use her juices to lube up my hand, and the sound of the slick sweetness is almost vulgar. She’s so turned on, it’s smeared on her thighs and there’s nothing I want more than to fuck her hard and deep. She’s not ready, but soon she will be, and until then I’ll have to make this enough.
“Deeper, Daddy,” she says softly, and I pause my thrusts.
“Don’t,” I warn as my cock swells and leaks into her.
She rocks her hips, and her clit rubs against my hand. “Deeper, Daddy,” she says again, but this time she licks her lips.
I clench my teeth but only give her half as I fuck her fast and faster. At this pace, she won’t be able to hold back her orgasm. She shuts her eyes tight and cries out as she cums on my cock. I pin her hips to the bed and empty my own inside of her, still not going deeper into her little pussy.
“Goddamn it,” I curse as more and more of my cum pumps into her.
When she opens her eyes, she has the decency to look at least a little ashamed. “Sorry.” She bites her bottom lip, and I shake my head.
“You’re not sorry at all.” I take my cock out from inside of her and rub it over her clit. I want every last drop of my cum on her. “But soon, little bit, you’ll have all of me.”
Chapter Thirteen
Iris
Looking out the window of the private plane, I realize that my parents did well, but this is a whole other level of money. I’ve never been on a private plane before, and it should be exciting and new. But right now, all I feel is dread because soon enough my whole world is going to change.
Dutch is once again pacing back and forth down the aisle of the plane. Every so often he makes a call or does something on his computer, but I don’t bother to ask. I don’t want him to dodge my questions, or worse, lie.
Last night was wonderful because for a few brief hours I got to forget about everything and everyone except Dutch. Sometimes he would be dirty and crude while he did things to me, but I craved it. He’d make me beg him to cum and then he’d use my body for his pleasure.
Other times it was slow and sweet with a gentle touch as he worshipped my body. He treated me like I was the most precious thing in the whole world to him, and I wanted to stay in that moment. The way he took care of me made me feel like he was truly doing it for no other reason than because he wanted to. He didn’t act like he was being paid to be here with me, or that he was in it for the money. Not with how he held me against him while I slept.