Page 21 of Roped in Chaos
“Excuse me?” I ask, still coughing from my near-death-by-pasta experience.
“Would you fuck me?”
“Princ—”
“I know you wouldn’t. It’s okay. I’ll just die a virgin.”
“Don’t be like that. You’ll find someone…”
“Maybe not. No one wants to fuck me.” Her eyes are glassy again. “I won’t be able to find someone before I die.”
I wishIwas the one to fuck her, but that’s beside the point.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I sit up and put my bowl down too. “You’re not dying anytime soon.”
“Mmm, that’s not what the people who killed Daddy say.” All of a sudden she makes a surprised face and covers her mouth with her hand before chuckling. “Fuck, here I go telling people again. I really am gonna die.”
“Esme, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“I said too much…”
“Okay, well finish telling me.”
“Nope,” she says with a pop. Well, there’s no point arguing with a drunk person. She’s obviously already gone.
“Okay, finish eating.” I pass her the food again, and she chows down. I watch her, no longer hungry. I’m contemplating what she said and what it could mean. How do these things correlate? And who the fuck do I need to get rid of to keep her safe?
Once she’s finished, I help her up the stairs back to her room. As soon as we’re in her room, she starts stripping.
“Princess, come on, you’re killing me.”
“Please fuck me, Asher.”
Yep, she’s going to be the death of me. She pulls her bra off, and her heavy tits bounce as they fall out of their confinement. I bite my knuckle as I stare at her nipples stiffening under my gaze. She unbuttons her pants and pulls them down from around her hips, bringing her panties with them. My cock is straining against my zipper, a sensation I’m quickly getting used to.
She’s standing in front of me bare, and I take in the sight of this beautiful woman in front of me. She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and she’d look perfect bound and gagged at my mercy.
“Please. Fuck me, Asher,” she says. In three steps, I’ve closed the distance between us before grabbing her chin and forcing her to stare at me. I grip her chin tightly, not allowing her any movement. She whimpers from the grip I have on her.
“I’m sure if I touched that pussy of yours, you’d be dripping for me. Am I right?”
She nods her head.
“Mmm. Well, Princess, you’re a sight to see. Your curves and heavy breasts are begging to be traced with my tongue. I want nothing more than to pound into the virgin cunt and see the blood mixed with my cum as it pours out of your used hole. And the only reason I’m saying any of this is because I’m sure you’ve had enough to drink that you won’t remember any of it. You’re off limits, baby, or I’d have you on your knees begging for my cock. Maybe even tie you up so you can’t do anything but let me use you. Is that something you’d like? What would you want?” I reach around the back of her head and pull it close while I kiss her forehead.
“Yes,” she says on an exhale, “I- I want you to dominate me.”
I blow out a breath, wishing more than anything that we could do the fantasy that’s reeling in my mind, but I know the reality.
“We can’t.” I inhale her vanilla scent, allowing myself this moment before I pull away. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”
She pouts, but I turn her around and give her ass a soft tap to push her in the right direction. She climbs in and pulls the cover over herself to cover the delicate skin that has my mouth salivating.
“Sleep tight, Princess.” I kiss the top of her head, back away, and leave the house. I need to do some digging.
Chapter18
Church Clap
