Page 40 of The Ties We Break

Each time I piston in and out, I mentally tell myself that I can’t come yet. Her pussy is so tight, it fits me like a glove, and it's clamping so hard that every thrust is torture. But this is about her and not me. I want her to know how good it can really be. So, despite not wanting to part with her velvet pussy, I gently pull out, causing us to groan simultaneously.

Before Belle has time to moan, I flip her over so that she is on top, crouched over my cock. “Take hold of it and slowly guide it into that greedy cunt of yours, Belle. Take what you need from me,” I say as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock.

If I were to die now, it would be totally worth it. This is what heaven looks like. My beautiful girl is pushing out her chest to arch her back whilst she rides my dick. Putting her hands onto my chest, it adjusts her angle slightly, and I can tell she’s hitting the sweet spot. I hope she falls apart soon because I can’t hold on for much longer.

Her moans become more frantic as the way she bounces on my cock becomes more uncoordinated. I decide she has had her fun, now it's time for me to show her how good it can feel. With one hand holding onto her ass, I use the other to pull her down until her chest is against mine. Then, bending my knees, I use that momentum and power to fuck her tight pussy with the speed and rhythm we both need. Her cries and screams get filthier, and I love the dirty mouth my girl gets when she’s turned on.

Sadly, neither of us can hold on for much longer, and we reach that peak together. Her cries of pleasure fill the room as her pussy clamps down on my cock. That is all I need, and it’s not long until I’m grunting and blowing my load inside her. I love the idea of my cum filling her little pussy. I do, for a moment, consider that we should have talked about it first, but then I remember during one of her many begging sessions, she told me she went on the pill for the auction and has stayed on it ever since. I couldn’t be more fucking glad.

This is the first time I‘ve ever done it without a condom, and I don’t know if being able to feel her silky folds better added to what made this the best sex ever or whether that was all Belle. Either way, there’s no going back now. I need more, and soon.

We both flop onto the bed, gasping for breath, my cock going limp inside her sated pussy. Belle lies on my chest, her ear against my heart, and her hair fanned around us.

“Thank you.” Her words were so quiet that I almost missed them.

“You don’t ever have to thank me. I should be thanking you for that,” I say with a slight chuckle at the end. It really was that fucking good.

Belle playfully swats my chest. “I’m serious. I imagined so many different scenarios before the auction, and not one of them involved you taking my virginity or us standing a chance at a life together. I don’t know how it happened, I guess we owe Kian a lot, but I’m really happy. And we are moving to fucking England together. How crazy is that?” Her voice is so light and airy, as if the weight of the world that was resting on her shoulders has now gone, and she is free. This might be the happiest I’ve ever seen her.

“Speaking of crazy. I found a way to save you a bit of money. I bought us a house.” Silence fills the room, and I can practically hear the gears in her head processing what I just said. Then she gently pushes herself up until she looks me in the eye.

“You bought us a house?” she repeats, almost in a daze.

“Yes, you will love it.”

“How did you know I would want to move in with you?” she asks, and I can’t hold back the laughter. “Hey,” she says playfully. “I’m not that obvious. I could have wanted the whole dorm room university experience.”

“You can have whatever you want, Belle. I will give you the world. Even if you don’t live in it with me, I will need somewhere to live in Oxford. Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

She didn’t reply to that, she didn't need to. We both know we want each other, and we don’t intend on wasting any time. As our lips seal in a passionate kiss, it feels like we are consuming each other.

I pull away slightly, my hands gripping onto Belle’s hips tightly as my cock begins to grow inside her pussy. I lean towards her ear and say the words that send a shiver down her spine. “I love you, Belle. You are all mine, beautiful. Forever. Now, let's get to taking that final part of you. Are you ready for my cock in your ass, Belle?”

* * *

Our nighttogether was more than memorable, as have been every night, and day, since. I will need to hold onto them for the two weeks we have to be apart. I hate the idea of her leaving without me, but I promised Desmond I would stay two more weeks just to get everything handed over. So, after one final goodbye kiss at the airport, I reluctantly head back to Shades, but I’m counting down the hours until I get to hold my Belle again.

My apartment is nearly packed up, most of the furniture is staying, and I’m having the other items and most of Belle’s things shipped to the new house. I went with her to her house to help pack. Meeting her father was quite the experience. I almost felt sorry for him. He knew he was losing his daughter but still chose to drink and do drugs. I could see how much it hurt Belle, and I knew when she said goodbye, it would be for the final time if he didn’t get his shit together. So, when Belle was in her room, I took the time to speak to him, letting him know that I’m in Belle’s life for good. For the first time ever, I can see myself getting married, with little kids running around. Belle deserves to have her only family there to experience that too. I have no family, so her dad is the only true relative our family will have, but he won’t be part of it if he causes us pain. He won’t get a chance to be a grandfather to our future kids until he can prove he can be a father to Belle, here and now.

I explained to him that he had one chance, that I would pay for him to go to the best rehab facility in Ireland, but the rest was on him. If he could go six months sober and have a sponsor that vouches for him, then I will talk to Belle and make sure she gives him a shot at being a part of her life, but not until then. I was stunned when he took me up on the offer. I just hope when Belle finds out that we kept this from her, she won't be too mad. But I have my reasons for keeping her in the dark. He has hurt her too many times, I don’t want her to get her hopes up only to be let down again.

Even though Mitchell is the only blood relative Belle has, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a family that I needed to impress. Sian’s family took Belle in when she needed them most, helping to raise her when Mitch failed. Jill became the mum she desperately required, and I will always be grateful to the O’Learys for that. The intense love they have for Belle is why I was absolutely fucking terrified to meet them. Their opinion matters to Belle, and I wanted them to like me, even though I knew they would see Belle as very much out of my league.

Meeting them was as much of a minefield as I was expecting. Jill is quite the momma bear, and fuck did she quiz and grill me about anything and everything until my brain actually hurt. I watched as all the other family members, including Belle, smiled as Jill questioned me about every part of my life and my intentions with Belle. Yet, none of them stepped in to save me, something I reminded Belle of when I spanked her ass red raw at the end of the night. But I guess I passed whatever fucked up test it was, and Jill gave us her blessing. Apparently, enduring the night from hell, and having the correct answers, proved that I cared enough about Belle. I wanted to tell her that all she had to fucking do to find out was ask me. She can hear how much I care for Belle in every word that comes out of my mouth.

I know it hurt Belle to leave Sian and her family behind, but Sian was telling us that she has plans to move too. She got into University in Liverpool and will move to the northern part of England. She shocked me when she told me she was studying Art History. It completely contradicts everything I thought I knew about Sian and her personality. But I am pleased she has found her path, and that her path is at least in the same country as Belle. That way they can visit each other more regularly. Either way, I’m sure they will still talk all the time. Sian is incapable of being quiet for too long.

Two weeks pass quickly—although not as fast as I would like—as I do a full handover with Jasmine. She isn’t moving into my flat, she’s happy going home to her Master. After I suggested it, Jasmine and Desmond decided to promote Ryan to assistant manager. He wants to stay behind the bar, where he is most comfortable, but he accepts the job and will do the extra responsibilities and run the bar. So, since Jasmine knows most of my job anyway, we spend most of the time together training him. He’s a natural, despite being quite shy, and he picks it up easily.

The night before I’m due to leave, the club throws me the biggest leaving party I have ever seen, and it just reminds me that I may not have any blood relatives, but I have a big fucking family. I didn’t think I would miss Shades all that much, and I probably won't miss the work or the place itself, but there are a lot of people there that I will miss. As I said goodbye to some of them, I realised I had formed connections I didn't even know I had.

The day to leave is finally here. After one final walk around the flat, I grab my suitcase and head towards the door. As I’m leaving, I’m shocked to find Desmond sitting in what was my office. “Oh, Kid, I’m so glad I caught you. I know there’s no point in me trying to talk you out of leaving. I’ve seen the way you look at that girl. Just remember, I want an invite to the wedding, understand?”

We both chuckle as I promise him an invite, not that I have any immediate plans to propose. At least, not yet. A sombre look crosses Desmond’s face as he continues. “I don’t suppose you would be interested in working for me over in England? Do you remember me telling you about the rich, old guy I have been involved with, Whitlock? Well, things are starting to spiral out of control. I thought he was the help I needed to make my play against the O’Keenan’s while they’re at their weakest, but it isn’t quite going to plan. For him to help me, he wants me to help him with things in return. Drug and gun running, I had no problems with. But then he started trying to get me to run women and kids. He’s a seriously sick fuck, but he’s invested money and wants things in return. With the amount of money he has invested, and the manpower he could buy me, I have the potential to really make a move. But I’m worried he’s setting me up. I can’t shake this feeling that he has only agreed to all of this, and has done just what he needs to hook me in, then he is going to send me down shit creek without a paddle. I think he’s setting me up to be his fall guy. I have to admit, it’s a great plan, and I would make a good fucking fall guy.”

Desmond trails off, and his voice sounds almost desolate. I don’t think I have ever heard him sound so unsure of himself or down. “Sorry, Desmond. I told you, with Kian working for the O’Keenan’s, I won’t ever work against him. Besides, whatever I decide to do in England, I will stay straight. No illegal jobs for me, but thank you for the offer. Can I give you one piece of advice, as a friend?” I ask, sounding hopeful.

Desmond gives a light chuckle. “Is that code for don’t shoot me for what I’m about to say?”

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