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TW: exhibitionism, verbal degradation, choking, humiliation, cnc, knifes, blood, and edging. Morally gray hard kinky explicit sexual content

I lay in my bed watching the sunrise unaware of what today is

I slowly start to wake up when my father busts in and tells me to get up and look sexy. I get confused. But i do as he says cause i know the consquenses i grt up anf get a shower and get dressed and do my hair and make up

8:23 PM

@Marcus

I wake up, the sun blinding my eyes, still groggy and slightly hungover from the night before. My pounding head matching the knocks on my door. "Chris come downstairs. We're having a family meeting." I reluctantly get dressed, hardly lifting my heavy feet as I drop down in the chair left empty for me. The eyes of my siblings resting on me, then following over to my father. The air heavy with anticipation as the silence weighs on everyone in the room. "Change is coming boys. Chris is the first major step to the revival of the Ramos family." Then all eyes fell on me as I sit in confusion at my fathers words. @ivette

I get finised up and my dad rushes me out to the car cause the meeting is at 9:30 and its 9:25 and its 10 minetes away. We end up hetting there 5 minetes late

8:39 PM

@Marcus

The doorbell rings and as is customary, the youngest, being me, opens the door. The sight of our guests fills me with disgust. The Quinns, a family we'd been "disagreeing" with for generations. Yet, I held my tongue. My hatred for the Quinns was only weak in comparison to my reverence for my family traditions. As they walked their way to the family room, I couldn't but notice the daughter's....assets. Hugged tightly by the fabric of her frame, little if any was held to the imagination; and I wanted every piece on my bedroom floor.

8:46 PM

@ivette

I walk in surrounded by my dad and brothers looking confused and keeping my eyes down. I wear this

8:48 PM

@Marcus

8:52 PM

I look around not knowing where I am or who these strange people. I notice peoples eyes on me and it causes me to shiver. I just want to get out of here. I try to hide behind my brother in hopes of being ignored and left alone. He just smirks and giggles at me. My dad goes towards yours. “I apologize for my tardiness. You know how women are with their beauty” he rolls his eyes

My father stood and welcomed them with open arms, pulling a chair out for the elder Quinn. "Not at all, there's nothing to apologize for. I'm just glad you made it." A devious smile spread across his lips. "Now to discuss the topic at hand, the union between our two families. Chris, meet your fiancee, Talia." I stood in stunned silence. My life taking a major turn against my will. Sure, the broad was a sweet peace ass, but was she worth marrying? And if she talked too much, god, I'm sure I'll find a better use of those lips. "Charmed to meet ya. I'm Chris." Still, I was raised to be respectful in certain situations. A Ramos is nothing without their code. @ivette

My eyes go wide and I hoped I had miss hear him. W-what? The words barely escape my lips before my brother shoves me towards this man id never seen or met before. And they expected me to marry him?! I thought id finally be free someday but no im sold off to marry a man I don’t know. I get my first look at the man I am to marry and realize the height difference is a lot. I swallow hard and push myself to meet his eyes. He greets me but I can barely hear it over my own thoughts and ringing ears. “Im sure you are” my voice coated with distaste and attitude. My father and brothers head snap in my direction

9:11 PM

@Marcus

I look her up and down, taking in her being up close and personal. She's not exactly, my type, but she'll do. Besides, what Dad says go. He must have something in mind if something this sudden came up, especially considering how grand this is. "Come now, I'm sure it won't be so bad sweetheart."

7:10 AM

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in tightly. My hand wandering slowly south and taking a full grab of her ass. "So, when are we getting this whole thing going. Me and my fiancée gotta make sure we have the time to get to know each other." Acting was never so hard. Better to hide your displeasure well and let it out somewhere else. @ivette

I roll my eyes. When his arm snakes around me i feel fire over the parts in which he touchs. The air is sucked right out of me and i his chest. I feel him grab my ass and my eyes go very wide. The feeling is completely foreign to me, cause ive never been touched by a man. “Let me go, you ass!” My dad loudly scolds me. “Talia hold your tongue!” He turns to your dad. “I apologize for her. She is obident and will make a good wife for your son. “ i shove your chest hard. “Get your grubbly nasty hands off me!”

7:18 AM

@Marcus

Her outburst takes the attention from the room away from what matter; the heads of our families. I make eye contact, relishing every moment. The oh so powerful Quinn's groveling at our feet. If gramps was alive, he'd be jumping with excitement. "Oh, I don't mind. I like my women a bit feisty. How about I take her out back so we can get better acquainted. And the day of the wedding pops? " "One week from now." @ivette

I groan and push hard on his chest. Who did this guy think he is?! “Let me go you fucking ass hole!” I struggle to get out of his grip. Icy fear shoots thro me when I hear the wedding date. “A week?!” All hopes of one day being free are slowly slipping away

8:18 AM

@Marcus

“ i dont want to and you cant make me!” I hit the stupid boy holding straight in the jaw. This allows me to get out of his grip. A strange feeling of feeling cold hits the spots that his hands were. I push it away and my eyes quickly dart around for an exit. My brothers are livid and dont have good anger management so the start towards me. I see this and I panic knowing there would be no escape if one of them caught me. I see the door we came in. Its my only shot at freedom and not this fate, that had been so cruelly forced apon me. I make a dash for the door, praying to go I can get out of this horrible place. And away from this place of men who see me as a pon in there game. I won’t be a pon. Not now not ever

8:28 AM

@Marcus

Her right hook catches me by surprise. A dull pain emanating in my jaw. My brothers start to move and they freeze when they see my eyes. I think I understand why Dad picked me. I'm going to love this prey. A wicked smile spreads across my lips as my eyes shift from the the respectful indifference to now a sharp focus. I notice the rest of the Quinn family start towards their sister. "Hold on gentlemen. I'd say she's my problem now. Wouldn't you agree?" The uncertainty on their face is palpable, yet they acquiesce. With that moment, I charge after her. Catching her just as she exits the door my arms wrapped around her waist and lifting her off of the ground. Just 24 hours prior touching a Quinn would've been as good as a death sentence, but now, its naught but an opportunity. I pin her to the siding of the house, hands high above her head. Watching as she tries to struggle away, I whisper into her ear. "Now listen here little girl. You can try to run away all you'd like, but I'll always catch you. You can you to fight me at every turn, but I'll always overpower you. You can even to concoct an elaborate plan, but I'll always outsmart you. You are forever my play thing and you will be used in whatever manner I see fit." And with that, I wrap my free hand around her neck, forcing my lips onto hers. The taste of victory and strawberries have never been so sweet. @ivette

I run as hard as i can i hear talking behind me but i dont dare look back. I see the door. Its slightly cracked, the small light freedom. I can almost taste it. Im just close enough to the door to almost touch it when any hope of free dom is sucked away in an instance. His arms ensnare me and im off the ground and pinned before i can ever scream. I struggle, till i hear his voice in my ear. I freeze and tense up. My breathing is fast and unsteady in his. His words shock fear thro me and any hope of escape slips away. Then he steals it from me. My first kiss. Not how i imagined it. But there was an intensity and fire that shot thro my body. I ignored it and did the only ghing i could move in that moment, i bite his lip. Hard. I taste a little blood and i cant help to feel a small sense of victory

9:10 AM

@Marcus

The taste of iron covered my tongue. The toy in front of me seemed so proud of her small act of defiance, yet the look in her eyes was filled with helplessness. "Now, be a good little girl and join the party. Consider this a warning. I wont be so gentle next time." I grabbed her by the arm and drag her back into the house. All eyes on us. The Quinns surely worried for the family princess. My family surely concerned, I'd done something to start a war instead. A simultaneous sigh of relief when they'd all seen she came back just as she left. Instead I'm the one with a mark to show for it. "A Ramos always makes good on their promises. She is back in the sweetest condition possible. Now excuse me for overstepping, but I think it's safe to say there's been quite enough events for the morning. How about the princess and I reconvene tonight over dinner?" @ivette

The feeling of victory was quickly replaced with this ever so heavy feeling of dread. I listen to the words of the man in front of me who within a weeks time will be my husband. Husband… the thought of having a husband that I don’t even know nor love is almost unbearable to the four-year-old inside me who’s been dreaming of a big white wedding ever since she was able to dream of a thing. As he drags me back into the room, I can see the look on my families faces as they were relieved to see that I come back in one piece. The next words to come out of the man’s mouth give me a small sense of relief that soon I will have a break from all this overwhelming, hellish nonsense. I’m really hoping this is all just a bad dream. Maybe it is, can I please wake up? My father nods in agreement. ” sounds like a plan. Good sir. A shell take her home and refresh. Her memory is on manners for you. She will make a good wife. I promise.“ he turns to your father to give a formal goodbye. My brothers eyes watch me intensely as they walk towards me. I can see the anger hidden behind them.“ God…” I say, in a breathless and desperate tone quietly. I just want this all to end.

10:15 AM

@Marcus

As the Quinns leave our home, the tension that was formerly in the room quickly evaporated. Laughter filling in the void that was left behind. The all powerful Quinns cowering at our feet. I never thought I'd see the day. Whatever the old man did, it was surely worth it even if that means I have to be tied down to one. Although humiliating the girl was worth it, I now have to go to dinner with her. Tara? Tessa? Thea? Well I guess I'll find out tonight. In the mean time, I should try and rest before dinner. @ivette

On the drive home I get nothing but stupid and yelled at by my father and brothers for my so-called attitude. I mostly just sit there and ignore them which gets me a slap over the face for not responding. It stung, but not as much as the tears I was holding back. I’m terrified. In less than a week I will be married to a man who specifically said that I am there to use. There’s a small part of me that got butterflies. I tried to ignore it the best I could. When I finally get home, I quickly run to my room, ironically, I’ve always hated going to my room because it’s always felt like a prison cell to me. But I wanted nothing more to be underneath those covers. And just go to bed drift off to sleep. I want this to be a nightmare so bad. But there’s a sinking feeling that it’s not.

12:42 PM

As the tears flow down my cheeks, and my mascara runs, my little sister bursts like the little rampaging child she is. “ sissies getting married, sissies getting married!” she chance all around my room. I can’t help but giggle at her innocence. Little does she know the man that I’m getting married to.

12:42 PM

@Marcus

I splash water on my face, looking at myself in the mirror. Dad wants me to go to the Quinn's to pick up my fiancee so that's what I'll do. The cold water still streaking down my cheek. "I'm ready." I take the washcloth and dry my face. Followed with spraying cologne on both my wrists and neck. She may be a Quinn, but she's at least a looker. I make my way downstairs, grabbing the keys to the Escalade. My oldest brother looking back at me with a silent look I know all too well. Don't embarrass us. As if I need a reminder. So what if I've been known to have violent outbursts. Everyone should know better than to mess with us. And Princess Quinn is sure to learn her place. @ivette

I eventually calm down my sister. And explain to her that yes, she will be in my wedding if she chooses to be. After a while of whimsically wedding planning with my 10 year old sister Aishu her out of my room to get ready for this date. Still praying to God that this is only just a nightmare. But that small thing inside me that says it’s not is starting to grow. My dad comes upstairs as I made getting undressed, and I scream at him to get out! He scold me for yelling at him and gives me my “ refresh on manners”. Because I have to be absolutely charming for this ass of a man. What was his name again? Christopher or some thing?

1:30 PM

My father finally leaves the room as the entire time of his very loud yelling was while I was holding a towel to my body. That’s not embarrassing at all I thought. “Can this day get any worse?” After I sleep on the lease flattering outfit I could possibly fine I’ll leave my room one straight into my oldest brother. He looked me up and down with disgust. Me and him I’ve never gotten along. He always used to beat me up and I was younger and take my toys. I immediately take a few steps back so that I am not in his arm reach. “ you were leaving in that?“ I didn’t miss the absolute annoyance and disgust in his tone. “ that won’t do for your new man“ he has the devilish smirk on his face. And I can only imagine what he’s thinking. He then gives me a piece of fabric to wear and forces me to get changed. I begrudgingly do so, and go down to see my father and brothers. On display for all these fuckers to see.

1:30 PM

@Marcus

I pull into the home of the Quinn's. Alone and without protection. This feels like a nightmare gone even more wrong, yet here we are. I step of the car walk to the door, hands deep in my pockets. I ring the door bell as the cool autumn air fills my lungs and dances around my body. The patriarch of the family opened the door and greeted me with a firm hand shake. As I walk through the door I notice each member of main family of our former rivals each spread out through the house, yet in open view. The message clear. If we wanted you dead, you would be and there's nothing you do about it. Still, the idea of the threat filled me with excitement. I'd love nothing more than to come to blows with each of the men. Even if they all came at me at once, I have little doubt that I could take at least one of them down with me. That's when all the attention left me and went to another. My darling princess, in a sexy dress, leaving very little to the imagination. I walked up the stairs to her, obscuring the view of her relatives. "My dear, you look perfect. Absolutely to die for." In that moment I wrap my around her waist and slide my hand below the hem of her dress, and whisper in her ear. "No panties. I knew a slut like you would learn eventually. Now let's go enjoy our dinner." @ivette

They give me a very long talk before the Ramos bitch shows up. Listen through it like “ the good girl” they think I am. Little do they know I’m gonna fight like hell to not consummate this marriage. We’ll be married only in writing. That’s what I’ve decided and that’s the way I’m going to keep it. I see the Ramos boy walk in and I don’t miss him noting all of my brothers all around. I can’t help but smirk to know he is completely outnumbered. But the reveling is quickly replaced with helplessness. He’s snakes, his arm around me, and has the audacity to bring his hand up my skirt?! That’s if you can even call this thing a skirt God, my brother is disgusting. I think I quickly slap his hand away and push away from him getting out of his grip. Again, that strange sensation of cold where his hands were returns. I ignore it once more and just walk down the stairs. Trying to put as much distance between me and him as possible.

2:12 PM

@Marcus

2:16 PM

As I walk away I said in the most confident tone I can muster. “Good cause I’ll kill you if you do that again.”

'Good cause I’ll kill you if you do that again.' "And what a glorious death it will be. Mr. Quinn, it was a pleasure. I'll be sure to get the princess home safe and sound before it's too late." My voice rich in half sarcasm, half honesty. I may be bold and enjoy living on the edge, but even I have a line. I open the door for my fiancee, watching as her hips and ass sway from left and right. My eyes rolling back as my body is filled with lust for her. As I see her attempt to open the door, I stop her. "No, no sweetheart. Ladies don't open doors when they're with a Ramos."

2:46 PM

I open the door and make sure I slap her ass as she steps inside. I close the door and join her inside the cabin. Pulling out of the driveway into the nighttime streets. My hand gripping her thigh as I effortlessly weave through traffic. "I hope you like Italian babygirl." @ivette

I roll my eyes that his comment. His audacity really has no bounds. ‘…. With a Ramos’ oh hell no he did not just say that ” I may be a lady, but I’m not incompetent. I can open my own fucking door.” as I step in and he slapped my ass. I absolutely lose it. I whip around and catch his jaw with my backhand and I’ve got a ring on. So it leaves a nice little indent in his cheek. “ touch my ass again, and I’ll do so much worse than that.” I get in and he again has the audacity to put his hand on my thigh. I quickly remove it and put it on his leg. “ haven’t you ever heard of keeping your hands to yourself? They teach us that in kindergarten remember“ my voice laced with disgust and attitude. His driving, is absolutely insane. ‘…. Italian babygirl’ “I do and it’s good Italian and call me Talia”

"Talia....Talia....Talia Ramos. Has a nice ring to it ya think?" I take note of the sting on my cheek. As much fun as I'm having teasing her, I'm not too fond of the marks left on my face. I got to make sure to take a mental note of her temper for the future. We sat in silence and through the corner of my eye, I have to admit, she really is a gorgeous girl. As he pulled into the parking lot, he noticed he reach for her door and stopped her. "Look here. You want to be treated with respect. That's fine. Then this goes both ways. You don't break my rules, I don't break yours. You don't open your door. Got it?" @ivette

I roll my eyes at him, and am actually grateful that he was quiet for the ride. I sit there, and just look at the window, mostly because I’ve never seen the city or outside very much. So it intrigues me, but I try not to show it too much. Probably not very good at that. as we park, I reach for the door, but he stopped me not the way I thought he would. He showed almost a bit of softness. It caught me a little offguard, so I just looked at him for a minute. “ so if I listen to your rules, you’ll listen to mine?” I watched him to see his reaction. Well, I contemplated his deal. It seems like it worth more in my favor than his. But then there was this little saw inside me that knew that he didn’t only have the one rule of don’t open doors.

4:05 PM

@Marcus

She looked back at me in confusion and apprehension. As if she was terrified she was about to walk into a trap. My eyes looked back at her with the same sense of sense I'd always had. "That's exactly it. No tricks. Just think on it." She looked as if she didn't believe my words, which was more than fine with me. I stepped out of the car and opened her door. I held out my hand as she stepped out of the car. We walked into the restaurant and talked to the host about my reservation and we were immediately guided to a quiet table away from all the other patrons. The subtle smell of garlic bread and wine wafting through the air as our server sets both down at the table and asks if we require anything more. @ivette

As he leaves the car, I think about his proposition. Can’t really be that simple is it? Can I really get just a marriage on paper by not opening a door? There’s got to be more right? Being that I’ve never been with a man never told how to be with a man don’t understand being with anyone, I don’t know what a relationship entails. He opens my door and I let him in take my hand and help me to the restaurant. The entire time, though I am screaming at myself that I am just walking straight into his trap. Mind you this is the youngest of the family that has been trying to murder all of us since I was a child. And now here I am walking into a restaurant on his side of town. With him holding my hand. He would only thing that I am the stupidest person in this world. Though my apprehension is all swept away when I get that sweet smell of garlic bread. He’s going to come to know that I quite love it. Good Italian food mixed with some nice wine. Maybe the date wouldn’t be bad after all? I sit down and be as far away in the booth as I possibly can. Just so that he doesn’t try anything. When the waiter asks for my order, I tell him “ I’d like a water and some of that garlic bread, please.” I smile at him and keep my eyes off my mostly insufferable date.

4:35 PM

@Marcus

When the waiter returns to our table I look Talia up and down intently. The disdain in her face evident for anyone with eyes to see. And who could really blame her? She and I were just two pieces of an even bigger puzzle with no where to go. I ate the garlic bread in peace before getting curious about my very displeased date. "So, what do you enjoy doing? I'm sure you're not just a princess in Ivory Tower. I fancy myself a mechanic." I know that this is a pitiful attempt at social interaction, but if we're going to be here for over an hour, I may as well try and make the best of it. I took a sip of my wine, closing my eyes as the taste centers me. The waiter returns to take our order before long. "I'll have the chicken alfredo. And what will you be having my dear?" @ivette

When I see the garbage wood placed on our table, I have to fight the urge to absolutely devour it. For me garlic bread was always a treat. Any kind of actually flavored food was treat. I eat it quite happily, before the Ramos boy decides to speak “ I actually enjoy painting, drawing, dancing, and singing, if no one’s home. I don’t see you as a mechanic. I more see you as a bloodhound.” I better the last sentence under my breath as I take a sip of water. I’d be hell-bent if he got me drunk tonight. Now that I think about that he’ll never get me drunk. He asked me about the what I’ll be having for food. I try to hide the distain on my face for the waiter. I look at the waiter before me, he is medium height, brown hair, brown eyes and a boyish smile. If I didn’t know any better, I think he just be a normal guy. Probably not true in this neck of the woods but maybe. “ I’ll have the five cheese tortellini” the waiter writes down our order and quickly these as I believe he knows who my date is.

5:21 PM

@ivette

@Marcus

I watch her as she slowly eats the garlic bread. As if it’s not apparent in her eyes how much she hungrily eats it. Poor thing, I guess the Quinn’s weren’t as perfect as they made themselves out to be. I couldn’t help but to laugh at her comment. “Well my love, when you’re the runt of the litter, you’re never afraid to draw some blood to keep bigger dogs away. Fear is a powerful tool you know.” I watch her eyes as she looked back at me, evidently curious to how much my words apply to her. “Talia you have nothing to worry about. Like I said, The Ramos’s know how to treat a lady. Even if we can be a bit aggressive.” I lean in close enough to whisper in her ear. “For example, right now, I’d love nothing more than to cut that dress off of your body, hold you down by your neck and savor every second that you struggle. And just when you think there’s hope, that you may get away, i pin you down and fuck you senseless until you cover my dick in your cum. But after all, that’s just a hypothetical.” @ivette

As the waiter leaves, Chris hears my comment. And he makes one of his own that kind of concerns me. What is the mean child little blood? Is he going to draw my blood?! How much danger am I in with this man right now?! I must not have been hiding my fear very well because his next sentence tells me he knows how to treat a lady, I kind of scoff at that. But the amusement is quickly cut short when his breath is hot on my ear. That’s enough to give me butterflies. But the next words that come out of his mouth, do something to me that I’ve never felt before. It’s a heat, it’s a tight clench. It pools it’s way down between my legs. I feel something it’s foreign to me. What is this feeling? I can’t help it but my mouth drops open and my face heats to red. I’m sure it’s close to a tomato. did he just say what I think he said? What is he even talking about? I’m confused, but at the same time my body seems to know how to respond. The response is foreign to me though. I swallow, hard, not knowing how to respond. I settle for a very shaky. “ hypothetical?“ one of the few words I actually knew the meaning behind. Or at least the implied meaning. I’d heard my brothers talk about girls before. But nothing like what Chris just made me feel. He can’t know. I have to hide this feeling somehow, but I don’t know how. I struggle to put on a straight face. But I try my best.

6:58 PM

@Marcus

I watch as her face becomes bright ride. She shrivels in her seat, the feisty woman gone. Only an innocent girl left behind. Of course it’s only right that I continue. “I mean everything I say. I will treat you like a lady, but you will submit to before even you are aware of it. Like right now, I’m sure you’re clenching your thighs without even realizing it. That tight little slit getting more soaked by the minute.” I love this part of the chase. When they understand their desires are more carnal than they’re willing to admit. “Now sit on that for a minute. I’ll be in the restroom. If you want some relief from your pains you’ll know where to find me my love.” @ivette

I can feel his intense stare. I know I’m blushing. My face feels like it’s about to melt off. And then he continues, he says more of those words that caused the heat to my legs to get worse. I start to feel a pool where I’m sitting. Curse my brother for not letting me wear fucking underwear. he says he’s going to the bathroom. Maybe that’ll give me some respite from this onslaught of feelings I’ve never felt. ‘ relief from your pains’ What the hell does it mean by that? Pain, the pain between my legs? how would you know? Can you see it? Can he smell it? Does it smell? How would he relieve it? There’s so many questions that I don’t know who to ask. When I’m finally able to speak my voice is shaky in my throat dry “P-pain? W-what pain?”

8:47 PM

@Marcus

I walk away, satisfied at the state I’ve evidently left her in. Walking into the bathroom and looking into the mirror, taking note of the mark her ring left in my cheek. I have to admit, the girl can really hit. Better to come up with an excuse to explain it away. No sense in putting a an innocent thing like her in the family’s crosshairs. I grip the sink tightly, and let out a heavy sigh. “A girl that can hit like that, may just steal my heart after all.” I lick my lips, more than satisfied with the events of today. Curious to where else the night will lead me and step out of the bathroom to walk back to the table. @ivette

As I watch him, leave the beating in my heart increases into my ears. It’s a loud, thump, thump thump. I try not to focus on the heat pooling in between my legs. Add a curiosity I reach my hand down to feel myself. First time I’ve ever done this, Jesus Christ what am I doing?! But then I feel it. He was right. It’s soaked. How could he have known I try to calm down by drinking my water and eating another slice of garlic bread. I don’t try to hide how much I enjoy it this time because there’s no one around watching me. Even through the lovely taste of the garlic bread my mind still spirals with questions I have no one to ask.

“Oh you’re such a bad girl.” I whisper into her ear and watch the shock fill her body. Breathing into her neck as I fill her mind. “Oh don’t mind me. Embrace your desires my love. After all, you’re only human. Just think about it. My hands, wrapping around your neck. Biting your ear and telling you exactly how proud of you I am for taking every inch of me. Making sure every moment is more memorable than the last as I fill you to the brim with every inch of my manhood…..so am I getting warmer?” I take my seat as the water delivers our food. Each bite filling me with almost as much satisfaction as watching you feel the effect of my words. @ivette

My questions are quickly ripped away when I hear his voice. It sounds thicker. No, I’m just hearing things. He called me a bad girl, why? But those next words. The next words, he said to me. They consumed all of my body, all of my thoughts, and all of my desires. He talked about filling me, making me take every inch of him. What does that mean? Why do I want to know? I sit there staring at the food before me. it looks good, but I’m frozen now. Why am I like this? get a grip girl! I shake my head to try to clear it. It just causes my hair to toss all over my shoulders. I let out a sigh that sounds more of a breathless moan

9:44 PM

@Marcus

I watched her sit in stunned silence, savoring the moment. She’s cute when she’s suffering. I almost feel bad for her. Every second her body betraying her further. Fighting between whether she wants the meal in front of her or the food on her plate. Still I carry on, enjoying my chicken Alfredo. “You know, if you’d ever like to share some of your art with me, I’d appreciate that. My family has long since considered ourselves cultured and I’d love to add to my personal collection.” And now tonight’s game reaches its climax. Watching her squirm as she struggles to understand my objectives and motivations. And I know just how to finish things off… @ivette

After a second or two, I finally take a deep breath in and start to eat. It taste amazing. A small smile keeps across my face as I continue to eat the delicious pasta. He asked me about my art, and if he wants to see it sometime. Why would he be interested in my art? I kind of look at him perplexed. His attitude from this morning has completely changed. When I look over his face, I can see the bite mark I left on his lips, and a little ring indent on his cheek. But besides that his features of sharp. But not like my brothers. Hell, if I didn’t know him, I almost think he’s attractive. What the fuck?! Get a grip! Did you realize that this man is a Ramos? I’m losing my mind that’s official, I think to myself. “I- I I could show you some time. If you like.” my answer sounds hesitant. I curse myself for the stuttering, the shaking. But I tried to just play it off and eat some more of the pasta. And take another sip of water.

6:32 AM

@Marcus

I can’t help but help myself but chuckle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh at ya. You’re just cute.” I guess after a day of teasing, I could find compliment for her. She was really a beautiful girl. For better or worse, her body would always betray her with no way to hide those curves regardless of how conservative she may want to dress. I lick my lips, desiring the taste of strawberries to come across them. “But I’d really appreciate that. Maybe we could get a gallery together sometime if you’re up to.” I don’t even look at her as the words leave my mouth. My credit card being returned to me by the waiter. I stand from the booth and once again take her hand in mine. Opening the door to exit the restaurant and waiting outside the car. “Dinner was fun. I don’t see why we couldn’t do it more often. But I’d rather you be on the menu.” I place my hands on the car, leaving her with no escape. I lean forward, stopping short, just of her lips. “If I recall correctly, I dont think I’m breaking any rules little girl. I’m not kissing you. I’m not biting your neck as my hands grab onto your waist and I pull you closer. I’m definitely not gently licking your clit, my fingers digging into your thighs as I force you to stay still until you cum. No, that’s not happening at all my love. Isn’t that right princess?” @ivette

That’s the word sleeve my mouth I hear him chuckle. I look at him and he must’ve seen the distain in my face because he says he’s sorry. A Ramos boy apologizing to me? Holy shit I must be dreaming! Then he called me cute, it’s the first non-misogynistic and asshole he thing that he’s complimented me with. It shocks me a little, but I can feel the blush be still creep onto my cheeks. And I smile little is kind of cute himself ” thank you Sir.” my voice, barely above a whisper. And I finish my food and water as he pays for the food. And then he takes my hand and leads me out to the car. His hand is warm and mine, and that there is a very small, very small, part of me that kind of likes it. The naïve feeling of like is quickly replaced with hopelessness and panic, but not in the kind of way that my brother is caused. My back is to the cold car and his arms cages me in. Then he leans in, he’s so close his breath hits my cheeks and my lips. He speaks to me, he doesn’t touch me. He’s not breaking my rule. But damn his words. Clit? Cum? What is he talking about? It sounds sensual. I’m just not sure. He’s definitely pushing his limits, but do I mind? Of course I mind! God, my mind is so fuzzy. “N-no” my voice shakes, and I start of the word. I suck in a sharp breath. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? @Marcus

“Exactly. Now here’s what’s got to going to happen. I’m going to touch you and like it said before, it’ll be the same, but different. And if you *really want me to stop. All you have to do is say so.” I drop my hands slowly, take her hands in mine gently and move to place one hand around my neck and the other in my shoulder. If she says stop, I’ll open her door for her like a gentleman. If she doesn’t, I’ll spin her around, my breath now heavy on her neck. @ivette

As he speaks to me in my mind, it’s just fuzzy. I can’t keep iContact as he talks to me. But I hear every word. He has control, but he’s still giving me a little. I wonder if I actually told him to stop, would he? As he slowly takes my hands and places them around him, my heartbeat picks up. My breath comes in short. I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck. It shows shivers down my spine and butterflies into my stomach. I feel somethings start to drip down my leg. My leg, they’re shaking. I have very little control of my body. All these feelings and sensations are brand new to me and I don’t understand a single one. But a holy God in heaven, it feels so good.

7:41 AM

@Marcus

I wrap my arms around your waste, pulling you in tightly, nuzzling your neck. Each motion slow and deliberate as my hands caress your body, learning your every curve. I listen close to your ragged breath. Embrace your body as it grows weak from my touch. “Be my girl sweetheart, and I’ll satisfy your every need.” I blow gently into her ear, my pants growing tight, sometimes she no doubt can feel. I spin her around and look deep into her eyes then slowly lean in closely, stopping short once more. “Now if you’re ready to be mine, you’ll miss me my love.” @ivette

As his hands trace over in my body, they leave a trail of heat in Sparks in their way. My breath so short and sharp. They shake and quiver with almost every touch. He keeps talking about satisfying my needs. What needs is he talking about? as he moves me around I can feel something in his pants it I’ve never felt before. I’m curious what it is but at the same time I’m not sure I want to know. I looking to his deep brown eyes. They almost have an amber color to them. He tells me to kiss him. I honestly consider it, for a moment, but then I don’t exactly want this to stop. If I don’t kiss him, does it have to stop. I slowly move my shaking, hands up and into his hair. It’s soft, which is surprising. I expected it to be not soft. I feel it for a second just watching his eyes. Seeing what is the next move is. But I decide to take a little control for myself. I pull his face down to mine and I kiss him. Sparks explode in Pociety of me in any air I had left is quickly sucked out. @Marcus

The sweet taste of strawberries come across my tongue all over again, but this time it felt more powerful. More earned. I felt the rush caused by their kiss and pure electricity in my veins. I grabbed her tightly and lifted her off her feet holding her to the car. Her hands covering my face. We separate for a moment, lust and desire filling my body as I bite her lip whisper single word. “Mine.” @ivette

As the rain, most boy kissed me back, the fire in my body only got worse. I was sucking in pants of breath. He kissed me! I kissed him! He bites my lips and whispers a word that just causes my entire body to shiver. I can only breathe heavy, because the thoughts in my head are gone. I just watch him with heavy eyes. He probably thinks I’m a moron, unable to form words. That kiss. My second kiss. God acting missing out for 20 years. @Marcus

Rain starts to pour from the sky, and we look up in unison, untangling ourselves from each other. I open her door and follow her inside. Once inside, I can’t help but laugh. The absurdity and coincidence of these events have just blown me away. “I will say, that last part’s gonna be pretty damn memorable for me.” I still taste her chapstick on my lips. l can’t help but remember the feeling of holding her body close properly for the first time. She’s a perfect fit. “Teasing aside, I really did enjoy myself tonight. And I hope you did too. I really do want to see your art by the way. Don’t need you thinking it was just a line.” As I pull out of the parking lot, I rest the back of my hand on her thigh, hoping she’d take mine in hers. @ivette

As we kiss, it starts to rain, and I look up and smile. I’ve never been caught out in the rain before. It’s new, but we both get into the cab. And once inside, I hear him chuckle and I can’t help but feel he’s just a little boy on the inside. I giggle with him. ‘Memorable for me’ “ well, considering it said, it was my second kiss same.” I giggles little. He saids that he enjoyed himself. As he should, my presence is amazing. I think to myself. “ honestly, as did I. Maybe you’ll have to stop by and then come up to my room when it’s clean and I can show you the art.“ As he pulls out of the parking lot, he puts his hand on my thigh, about an hour ago. I would’ve slapped it away. Right now I welcome the warm. His hands is rough probably from all kinds of atrocious things. But there’s almost a soft where he holds my thigh. I look over at him and she drives. And I can’t help but see the small smile on his face. “ you know when you smile like that, I almost think that your normal.” @Marcus

I freeze upon hearing her words. Did she just say that? "Hold on. When you say second you mean...." The realization upon this revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. This girl was a lot more innocent than I had ever considered. Then the sight of the flustered mess I found upon returning from the rest room. She may be an innocent little girl, but she's got the makings to be a perfect little slut. As this thought fills my mind, I rub the back of her hand with my thumb in small, tight circles. 'Honestly, as did I. Maybe you’ll have to stop by and then come up to my room when it’s clean and I can show you the art.' "That sounds perfect. I think I've got a few things to show you....if you desire it." This small affirmation is all I require. The growl in my voice making it clear that she naught but my prey and I look forward to the feast. @ivette

‘Second you mean….’ Does he not know? I thought everyone knew. “ yeah this morning when you kissed me. That was my first one” my face heats up and I look away feeling way out of my element. I look out at the window as the world passes by. The rain hits the pain and I want touch it but can’t. ‘Desire it’ Desire? Is that what the feeling pooling in my legs is? What does desire feel like? Who has the answer? I don’t know if I’m able to ask. I don’t want to sound dumb. “Desire it, sir?” My voice is barely above a whisper @Marcus

‘Yeah this morning when you kissed me. That was my first one.’ “Well then I guess you’ve been mine for longer than we thought. Maybe I should give you a mark to match, but somewhere more…..subtle.” The downpour of the rain not at all hiding the moments in which her breath becomes heavy. I look at her though the corner of my eye as she sits completely frozen. Whether it’s in fear, anticipation or another force is unimportant to me. Then I hear her breathlessly whisper a sentence. A question. A prose so drenched in innocence I can’t help but think you’re a cute little toy causing me to pull over to give her what she’s looking for. ‘Desire it, sir?’ “Exactly my love. Desire. The things you want whether it be for your mind…..” I press my lips against her neck, so softly she can just barely feel it and continue my sentence. “….or your body. Now what do you desire my love?” @ivette

‘Mark to match’ A mark? Like would he hit me? Bruise me? What does he mean by mark? My mind spins with sinarios and thoughts and questions. I clench my thighs together in hopes of containing whatever was between them. Mark? Why wou- My thought is cut short when he kisses my neck. A breathy moan escapes my lips and my eyes roll back a little. This makes you go crazy for with desire to have me. ‘Desire my love?’ “I uhm I yes uhm I…. “ I bite my lip struggling think of words. My mind just full of white and no thoughts. I swallow hard and try to compose myself @Marcus

Her lack of a response and complete lack of composure was all the encouragement I needed. I unbuckled my seatbelt and took my tongue and gently licked the base of her neck to her ear lobe. Then a gentle bite of her earlobe in search of the faintest sound of pleasure. The tips of my middle and ring fingers gently stroking the inside of her thigh in search of something sweet and wet. Her thighs feeling warmer the farther I pressed my fingers. “Now my love. If I’m what you desire would you like your mark on your collarbone or somewhere more…..private. And answer quickly, I may have to rougher with my new toy than I planned if you don’t.” @ivette

My mind is spinning with no thoughts and just blank space. The only thing I can think about is the hot wet tongue on my neck. I shiver and a gasping breath escapes me as my eyes roll back. He strokes my thighs and the sparks and fire rush thro me. The dress I wear is no help to the pool collecting in between my thighs. ‘….you dont’ Mark? What? My brain is comprehending what he’s asking of me. What does he want? I swallow hard and try to come up with an answer. “S-sir? I i uhm” i breathe heavy and try to think of a better response @Marcus

Shivers and tingles rush through my body. Every touch that the Ramos boy gives me sets fire tonight I already burning skin. I can’t help but feel that I wonder why my body betrays my mind. Though I do wonder, is it really betrayal if I want it that bad. Do I want it? thoughts are so difficult right now. I struggle every minute to try to come up with an adequate response. Why does a simple touch have so much control over my brain.

@Marcus

I can't contain my smile as she struggles to respond. Who would of known the princess of the Quinns was so innocent? And who could have guessed she'd be putty in my hands in less than a day. The violent brat running for dear life was now a quivering slutty mess. Her uneven breaths giving me all the applause and consent I'd ever ask for. 'S-sir? I-I uhm' The poor little slut can't even speak properly, but at least she knows how to address me. "Time's up babygirl. It's my choice now." I bite down on her neck, making sure with each press of my teeth my mark will be left on her. Even if it doesn't show, she'll never forget how it felt when she had to accept she was the property of Chris Ramos. My fingers find their way to her upper thigh, now well beyond soaked, then to her dripping slit. My fingers pressing into her clit, in the same small tight circles from before. "I guess today is full of firsts for you. Now be a good little slut, and enjoy" @ivette

‘…choice now.’ What?! Wait that was so fast?! Shit shit. His teeth hit my neck and yelp escapes and I try to jolt away. Yet I found part of it made me wetter. But the next thing he did, it made me feel more things then I could’ve ever felt in one moment. His fingers crept up my thighs and I could feel it go thro slick cum between my legs. Then he does something that not even I have the courage to do. As he touches my clit my entire body tightens and I jolt. A breathless moan escapes as I grip the seat. “C-Chris-s” I moan softly. I move and grip his wrist. My legs shaking just a bit. ‘….and enjoy’ what did he just call me? Think! Think Talia! God why can’t I think! Shit why does this feel so good. What is this feelings? What is he doing? I try to pull his wrist away in order to be able to think again. “S-shit-t. I uhm I mmmm” @Marcus

As she cums, I feel my fingers become even more impossibly soak. The car now has a strong scent from what I’d just done to her and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. He legs still convulsing and her breath still not in control. I take my hand away from her neck and stroke her hair, running my fingers through dozens of strands. “Welcome to your desires my love. I’m so proud of you. You were amazing. Now let me show you some of my desires.” I kiss her forehead as my hands rests against her cheek then slowly licking my fingers clean. The sweet liquid that was coating my fingers sending me into an almost euphoric state. “You taste like heaven Talia. Now rest up, I’m taking you home.” I pull the level on her seat, forcing her to recline. The rain slowly giving way as I drive through the empty streets. I rest my hand on her thigh, remembering that this wasn’t just a one night thing, but that she’s going to be my wife. And for a Quinn, she’s really not that bad. As we pull into her driveway, I gently nudge her awake. “You’re home Sleeping Beauty.” I step out of the car, walking my way around and open her door. I take her hand as we walk to the front porch, we stop just short of the door. “We’ll I have to admit that tonight exceeded my best expectations. I look forward to spending more time with you and getting to know the woman behind the fist. Just try not to forget.” I give her a soft kiss. More passionate and gentle than either before and as I pull away, I say a single word. “Mine.” A leave her with a soft pat on the ass. @ivette

As I cum, my legs shake and, my body is just convulsing to the pleasure. Then as his hand runs thro my hair and he talks to me I can’t help but this about the absurdity that just happened. Me, a powerful woman to the Quinn family, just had her insides touches by a Ramos, and one of the sons to make it more crazy. Once he’s done making me shake and my insides squeeze he licks his fingers. I watch him. I find it almost attractive and alluring. I watch as he licks of the shiny liquid from between my thighs, he licks it with skill and pleasure. As he speaks to me I have no response, for my mind is trying to wrap around too many things all at once. Does he like me? Why did he do that? Is there more than that? There’s got to be, right? I lean back in the chair and my eyes slowly close. I am only just to a moment of sleep when he now just need to wake up. He brought me home. I smile and start to wake up when he gets out enough at my door. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. He takes my hand, and we walked up to my front door. the hand that just made the remaining slickness between my thighs. We are just at my door when he speaks to me. I almost feel my knees buckle at just his voice but I force myself to stay standing. ‘Woman behind the fist…’ I kinda smirk at that when I’m reminded of the small indent on his cheek from my ring. When he leans in and gives me a soft kiss. I can’t help but kiss back a little. My mind, panties, and heart are all in a tisy. One night with a Ramos boy and I’m already falling apart. I curse myself for letting hi- ‘Mine’ All my thoughts are cut short. My mind is completely consumed by him again. I look up at him. He’s got a Ramos smirk no doubt. I’m about to say something but he cuts me short with a pat on my ass. I jolt a bit. Then he walks away and I watch. As he gets back to his car and gets in, I turn and go onto my house so it doesn’t look like I’m staring.

4:50 AM

As I step in im greeted immediately by all of my 7 brothers and my dad. A groan escapes my lips when I’m expected to recount the nights events. I just want to go up the stairs and dream of what’s next and how the rest of my life will be with this boy, oh no his no boy, this one’s a man. And I’m not sure what scares me more. Maybe I’ll enjoy myself. With a Ramos? Oh boy…. @Marcus

Upon returning home, my three bothers are of course waiting by the door for me. As expecting bad news. As if expecting me to be out of control. You get into one bar fight that starts a riot and suddenly you’re public enemy number one. The lack of faith in me is appalling even if understood to a degree. I lay down on my bed. Thinking about this girl. The gothic look, curves in all the right places. Shit, even if she’s a Quinn, she might be perfect. Even if she’s a uh…uh……uh…. This thought almost freezes my mind. I mean, yeah she’s not like most girls but I’m sure I’m not like most guys either. Most people don’t grow up in crime families that control a fifth of the city, but here we are. And I was her first for so much today. A smile creeping across my face, thoughts of how to play with her next. If she’s going to be my girl she’s got to learn how to play the part. But she seems eager to learn if not to please. Besides, she’s already mine whether she understands it or not. If I have to break my toy for her to get the point, then do be it. I bite my knuckle in a moment of pride and the taste of her pussy rushes it’s way over to my mind. I think this Quinn is going to need some Ramos in her sooner rather than later. @ivette

After explaining the night to my family, leaving out the sexual things. All good feelings are sucked out of me from my father forcing me to give details. Half of me wonders if he’s trying to find their weakness. I head upstairs to my bedroom, I get undressed into just a hoodie after I shower. I take this nice long hot shower making sure to clean myself completely clean. After that I get into a nice fluffy hoodie and lay down. I think about the nights events. The touches. The kisses. Just all of it. I decided to just go to bed and sleep. @Marcus

The next morning comes around and the family is back up the usual act of acknowledging me when necessary and only then. I guess the lack of broken windows was enough to appease them from thinking I’m a complete fuck up. I open my phone, looking through the superfluous emails, catching up on social media. Then a thought hits me, I don’t have her number and that simply won’t do. I drive over to her place, my mind rushing with ideas on how I’m going to have fun with my toy. The fact I’m alive is all the proof I need to know that not only is she my slut, but she’s loving every second of it. After parking, I step of the car and ring the doorbell. It’s an unexpected visit so I guess I’ll find out what the in-laws will think about this. @ivette

I decide to sleep in. And thank lord and heaven above my father let’s me do so. My father is mulling about doing prep for the impending wedding when he hears the door bell ring. “Richard will you get that?” He yells to my oldest brother, whom likes me the least. He opens the door and sees you. “Well if it isn’t the Ramos boy. Come to see my sister no doubt”

2:58 PM

@Marcus

I smirk back at him. He may be big, but I’ve taken down bigger. He stands in the frame trying to intimidate me like he’s something special. “As a matter of fact I am. There’s a private affair, I need to discuss with her. Now unless you can think of a reason why I can’t, I’d appreciate if you’d step out of the if you won’t bring me to her.” This is why I always hated the Quinn’s. The airs of self importance, constantly trying to say ‘we’re better than you’. They make me sick, well most of them do. At least he was sensible enough to lead me to her room and walk away. I knock on the door, looking forward to seeing what mischief I can get up to with my toy today. I speak to the door, just quiet enough for only someone on the other side to hear “Princess, your master is here to see you.” @ivette

He moves and likes you in. Shows you up to my room. But watches you the whole way. He walks away far enough to not hear but close enough to show that he’s still around. I lay in my bed passed out could in just a tank top and shorts. I sleep thro your knock only stirring a little. My dream is blank and stone cold asleep

4:28 PM

@Marcus

In my annoyance of being watched, I decide to walk into her room regardless of a response. Doesn’t seem like anyone in this house cares, makes me wonder how they treat her. I kneel to the side of her bed. She looks so at peace in her sleep. Her black hair her resting just over her eyes. I kiss her forehead then her neck. She stirs ever so slightly. I take note of her legs, completely exposed and looking perfectly soft. I move down her bed and kiss her thighs, slowly shifting her legs apart. My lips tasting her hips then finally tasting her sweet pussy for the first time. It’s intoxicating. @ivette

As I sleep I start to wake from a soft sensation on my neck that sends signals down lower. I feel my legs move. “Hm?” I start to wake up more and my eyes are still heavy with sleep. Then I feel it. It racks my body with pleasure. My back reaches to the ceiling. My eyes go wide and I gasp loudly. “Wha-“ I look down to see what’s going on and I see you down there. Immediately my mind spins. I move quick to try and sit up and get your face out from there. “Who the hell?! Who do you think you are?!” I breathe heavy and scramble trying to cover myself and hold some of my dignity. I breathe heavy. I try to hid my panic and pleasure. @Marcus

“Shhhhh. Honey, they don’t need to hear us.” I brush my tongue along her clit, taking her hand in mine. My fingers pressing into her thighs as I take in her wetness. Her hips grinding back into my face as I lick from the bottom of her slit, up. I can’t contain a soft moan as my face becomes covered in her cum. @ivette

I breathe heavy and try to struggle away for a while but then my body gives in and I rock my hips to the rhythm of his tongue. I cover my mouth and whimper into my hand. My eyes roll back as my orgasm builds up. My mind races and I whimper. I watch the ceiling as it blurs. “Shhhhit” I whisper. @Marcus

I bring my head up, looking at the sexy mess in front of me and marvel at my work. Her pussy glistening as the morning sunlight reflects off her cum. The sugary taste enveloping my mouth with every desperate breath I take. I was so invested in eating her out that I forgot to breathe. "Good morning my love. It was my greatest pleasure to wake you." I walk over to her closet and find a red sundress, pull it our and lay it on her bed. "Put this on. No need to put on underwear. Just be a good girl and meet me outside in five minutes." And with that I leave her room. Richard still down the hall, and I pass him with a smug grin on my face. @ivette

As his tongue expertly works my pussy into cunning. I breathe heavy and lay there along for the ride. I watch him as he goes over to pick a dress out of my closet, he lays it out for me. I look over the small delucate lace patteringas as well as lovely little details. ‘Good girl’ my soaked pussy clenches as more of my own juices. I Vite my lip back a moan but eyes roll back a little. @Marcus ‘Five minutes’ five minutes?! To get dressed around ready?! Shit as soon as he leaves I pop up to brush my hair and teeth. I do minamal make up. I think about he just did as I sleep on the dress. No underwear or bra. I breathe heavy looking at the time. I think I have a minute. I breathe and fix myself. Richard watches you and my younger sister walks but with her nanny and she look just like a mini version of me. One of my middle brothers walks by you with her and hits your shoulders and mutters something. I step out of my room a minute after you told me. I’m in this dress with my hair done up in a ponytail with a red ribbon in my hair.

As I walk through her house, humming my satisfaction, I catch the eyes her siblings one by one. Richard attempting to be aggressive and controlling. Her adorable little sister comes out and seems curious to who I am if anything. The middle brother, the asshole he is bumped into me and muttered the cutest thing. 'You better watch yourself.' My friend, I came to this house by myself and ate your sister's pussy while you were all were home. There isn't a bone in my body that feels an ounce of fear towards any of you. Please hurt me. Give me any reason to come after you all and fuck Talia while your fresh blood is still on me. Leaning onto my car as she steps out of the house, I check my watch. The dress is even tighted than I imagined. Her legs in full display and if I say she looks like a goddess, that would be a disrespect to her. As is customary, I gleefully open her door. "You're a minute babygirl, but I'm glad that you could join me." She stops short and give her a soft kiss with my hand in full grasp of her round ass. @ivette

As I walk out and see him. I Can Watch his eyes scan over me and my legs. ‘I’m not letting him get the better of me today. He got his fill this morning. He’s going to bow to me for the rest of the day’ I walk over to open my door, but I remember our deal and don’t. ‘….could join me.’ I roll my eyes at the late bit. Like what does it matter if I’m a minute late. Why does he have to point it out? Was he counting? “Yeah well I thought it be in my best interest to join you.” I stop and look up at him. Fuck I forget how he looks so good sometimes. I Can still see a glisten of whatever juice came out of me this morning. He must’ve seen me looking at his lips because he took this moment to kiss me. And I tasted myself. It was inxoicating and euphoric. His hand on my ass and I pull it up to my lower back. I kiss back and nip his lip to make his brain crazy as I pull away and go into the car. @Marcus

I can't help but smile at the difference a mere 24 hours can make. Yesterday she was fighting me at every step. Looking at every opportunity to maintain any and all degrees of power, completely desperate to not lose control of our dynamic. Now, she's good and well behaved. A slut that seemed all but born for the express purpose of serving me. In just a day she's gone from a brat to almost the perfect toy. In my thoughts of bliss, I walk back into the car and rest my hand where it belongs on her upper thigh. The warmth of her pussy still fresh from the gift of my tongue. Through the corner of my eye, I notice her looking back at me with what I can only assume is confusion. "I got you for three reasons. First of all, heres my phone. Password is 82542. If you ever forget, it's your name. Text yourself and contact me whenever you need me. I'll drop everything to get there. Secondly, something told me it'd be best if you spent the day not at home. And lastly, you went along with everything I decided yesterday, now it's your turn. Tell me where to go and I shall humbly comply princess." @ivette

As I sit in the car, his hand always seems to find its spot on my upper thigh. I move it down towards my lower thigh. He hands me this box and I look at it as it turns on. I get very confused and I turn it all around looking g at it. ‘Text yourself…’ is that something sexual? What is he asking? “No I will not be texting myself” I say in a tone of power. I hand you back the box. God the audacity. I roll my eyes. “You’d think you’d have less audacity. Being a ‘Ramos’ and all. Like the pride and shit” I felt pretty powerful ngl. ‘Tell me where to go..’ I don’t know. Jees that was unexpected. “Uhm I don’t know”

5:50 PM

@Marcus

I roll my eyes emphatically. After all that's happened, you'd think she'd know better at this point. She's not hitting me so I'll play along with her game. I raise my hand back up to her thigh and she keeps moving it down but never as low. 'You’d think you’d have less audacity. Being a ‘Ramos’ and all. Like the pride and shit.' "Here's what you don't seem to get. It's not because I'm a Ramos, it's because I'm Chris fucking Ramos. I do what I want simply because I want to and for no other reason. And if you don't know where you want to go..." I immediately pull over and park the car. If I get a ticket, oh well. Nothing I can't afford. "RUN"

7:41 AM

@ivette

‘I’m Chris fucking Ramos…’ Wow tell me your egotistical without telling me. I roll my eyes and watch out the window trying to turn him out. ‘Run’ My eyes go wide and I try to comprehend what he could mean. I think about it but the way he said it tells me I shouldn’t stay in this car. I quickly get out and shut the door. I look around and we are in the middle of nowhere with just forest around. I look at the car and i see him start to get out of the car. My mind tells me I shouldn’t stick around. I pick up my dress a bit and start running. I’m very grateful for putting on sneakers this morning. I quickly run into the woods. I’m grateful the thick woods it is. The wind hits my face as I run. I don’t dare look back for seeing where he is could cause issues for me. I dart between trees, my heart beats faster and my breath quickens. I try to hear footsteps but the sound of my own beating heart is too loud to hear a thing. My cheeks flush from the exercise as well as my skin colds from the air around me. I push myself to continue till I come to darker part of the woods. When I start to slow I hide behind a tree to hear where he could be. My mind races with questions. Why would he tell me to run? What happens if he catches me? If he doesn’t how do I get home? What happens if I get lost? Will anyone find me? Where is he? Can I hear him? Did he follow? Or is this just a sick trick to make me run? What if he’s just left me here? What if this is all a trick? Where is he? @Marcus

As I step out of the car, I stand outside and take off my jacket to leave in the car. As I watch her run, I stand in place, giving her more than a fair head start. It's cute, watching her run, thinking she has a chance. And with that, I sprint after her. The wind racing past me, branches being crushed under my feet. Jumping over fallen logs and never losing my stride. Each step I take more certain as I chase after my prey. Years of running making this easy. Every step she'd taken leaving a deep print in the dirt. Bushes rustling under my feet as my heartbeat still not pumping at it's capacity. What a fun game this is. Maybe we'll play it some more. I notice her footprints veer off sharply and purposefully run past. Maybe she'll enjoy the false sense of security. I walk back slowly, finding her foot prints once more. I've finally tracked her down when I see her beautiful, black hair. She's looking away from me which is perfect. As I sneak up next to behind her, a single menacing sentence leaves my lips as I grab her wrist and hair. "Are you ready for your punishment?" @ivette

I Watch and listen all around the forest. I feel like this man’s prey and it’s humiliating. you kinda like it fuck me! What is wrong with my brain?! Why would I like this? I’m afraid? What happens if I don’t win? What happens if he catches me? Wha- my thoughts stop. I hear his foot steps. My heart rate races and I slow my breathing to be as quiet as I can. I glance over to the path I came and I see him run by. I see his physic and muscles. Damn he’s fit. Shit I’m screwed if he gets me. let’s make sure that doesn’t happen. I turn away to see if I can run. I see a clear path away from him and I smile. The moto of my days recently have been, youre so naïve. I feel his hand in my hair and his grip on my wrist. I gasp and the sudden tension. My eyes dart to his and try to struggle away. “No let me go. How how i didn’t hear you. Lemme go” I struggle trying to pull your hand out my long black stands. The softness of them doing me so service as your grip stays tight. @Marcus

"Now, now. Stay in place. We already know I can catch up tp you easily, so let's not waste our time." I look around and find a spot in the forest covered in leave and toke off my shirt. Leaving it on the ground. "Alright little girl, come over here." I watch as she looks weak and completely defeated, standing in front of my shirt. "You know, I'm extremely disappointed in you. I wanted to have a nice day with you in city. Have a good time while you show me what you enjoy and now look at what you're making me do." I circle around her and force her down to her knees. As I come around in front of her unbuckle my belt, I drop my pants completely. My hard cock enjoy the gentle breeze. "Suck it. If I feel teeth, the lesson you learn will be even harder." @ivette

As he lets me, though, I realize there’s no point in running, even though I could at this very moment, I don’t feel like making it worse myself. He tells me to stay put, and I listen to what he says. Every bone in my body touching get away. But my mind knowing that that would just make things 10 times worse. he takes off his shirt and I can see his beautifully toned chest, as he lays it on the ground, he tells me to come towards him. Michigan legs are unable to care any towards this man. So I just stand and stare at the shirt on the ground. I have no idea what’s coming next. What is he gonna do to me? What’s going to happen? I don’t know what he expects me to do. I hate being so inexperienced. ‘….making me do’ “I’m sorry to be a disappointment…sir” my voice soft. Barely above a whisper. I feel like I’ve done something wrong. Probably because I have. He comes behind me which I don’t notice because I’m too deep in my thoughts. I’ve only pulled out of it once his hands on my shoulders, and he forces me down. Yelp escapes my lips as my knees hit the shirt on the leaves. Dislyte dampness soaks through the shirt onto my knees and it’s only just a little bit cold. Though it is a welcome sensation. As I feel like I’m burning. He comes around in front of me, but I keep my eyes to the ground. I see his his pants hit the ground. My eyes go wide, but I don’t dare look up. I don’t know what would’ve waited me if I had. holy shit. I see a guy for the first time. I know they look different, but how different. I barely know what I look like let alone a guy. ‘Suck it…. Even harder’ what does he want me to suck? How do I even do that? What am I supposed to do? I fiddle with my hands in my lap trying to disappear. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I keep my eyes glued to the floor, trying to just focus on the wetness soaking through the T-shirt, onto my knees. @Marcus

"Don't worry my love. I'll talk you through everything. Just be a good slut, close your eyes, and open your mouth." I run my fingers through her hair, stroking the back of her head, as I gently guide her head to my erect cock. Her supple lips wrapped tightly around my shaft perfectly. I take her chin in my hand. "Relax your jaw sweetheart. Perfect, just like that. Now don't forget to use your tongue. You're doing a great job, I'm so proud of you." An audible moan of pleasure escapes my lips. For someone so inexperienced, she isn't doing half bad. Her wet mouth pleasing me more as she listens to my directions, taking her head to the base of my cock, discovering a lack of a gag reflex. @ivette

‘… your mouth.’ I breathe heavy and my heart beats in my ears. I close my eyes and my mouth slowly open slightly. I swallow hard right before his tip hits my lips and slides inside. My eyes go wide as for the first time I know what a man feels like. What is between their legs. It’s huge. As I take more in my mouth, I remember he told me to suck. So I start to wrap my lips around your cock and create suction in my mouth and around you. My eyes flutter open too look up your chest to you. You’re chest looks craved from stone. It rises and falls with each breath you take. I move my tongue and swirl it around your hard shaft. I suck and slowly bring my hands to your thighs. As you guild my head to the base of your cock, I don’t gag. I cough a little as my throat is stretched out by your cock. Tears prick my eyes as my throat squeezes your dick. What have I gotten into? What did I do? Why am I here? Why has my life lead me to this moment? you need to breathe shit… I’m struggling to breathe because I have a huge cock down my throat. i have a Ramos in my fucking mouth, he’s fucking my mouth! Jesus who would’ve guessed? If you had told me a week ago I’d have Chris Ramos in my mouth, his dick, to be specific, is in my mouth. I start to loose my breath as I struggle to breathe. I try to pull my head back in order to breath. @Marcus

The sight of her eyes with tears is satisfaction better than almost any orgasm. Seeing this girls act of defiance and control shrivel into insignificance is purely euphoric. The fact she's a Quinn is the cherry on the top. But in a few days, she won't be a Quinn anymore. She'll be my Talia. Will she be a good little slut or a toy I'll have to break over and over again, I've yet to determine, but that's the fun of the game.

11:31 AM

I watch as she struggles to breathe. Gasping for air and for dear life. If she dies here, that won't exactly be a good story to spin. I pull away and drop down. Stroking her hair and back. "It's okay Talia, just breathe. I got you." It's only fun to see her suffer under our terms, not the body's. I put my pants back on and once she regains her breath, I take her by her hand, helping her to her feet. Kissing her forehead and wiping any dirt off of her beautiful red dress. Then a soft peck on the lips. "My love, what you were thinking by running in the forest, I'll never know. Come on. Let's get back to the car." I carry my shirt under my arm and take her hand, as we make our way back to civilization. @ivette

As he pulls out of my mouth and the crisp forest air rushes into my lungs. As I slowly regain my breath, I look at him. Chris Ramos. My future husband. I will be this man’s wife within a few days. oh god. As I’m calming my breathing I feel his hand bring me to my feet. I let him help me up, as I look up at him, his eyes meet mine. It always the surprises me so much how rich of a brown his eyes are. They are like smoky quarts. The mystery and depth behind them is something I might loose myself behind if I look for too long. All my thoughts are stripped from my mind as his lips brush mine. My eyes flutter close as the warmth spreads throughout my body. A smile spreads across my lips as he pulls back. Again I open my eyes to those gems staring back at me. ‘My love….. to the car’ I can’t help but smile. He’s literally the one who told me to run. As I roll my eyes I say, “You’re the one who sent me in here, remember?” I playfully hit his chest and then let him take my hand. I look around and realize that this wood is actually stunning. The sun peaking through the leaves, the soft bird calls, and soft wind blowing. As the gentle breeze hits my face, I can’t help but feel like everything might end ok. Maybe just maybe, it won’t be the worst. I think as we make out way back to the car. @Marcus

"Okay, you do have a point, but to be fair. I also had a much nicer day in mind for us that didn't involve you getting that dress messy." I can't help but laugh at our comments. We're just talking like any other people. For once I don't feel like Talia Quinn and Chris Ramos, but just Talia and Chris. I squeeze her hand, hoping maybe she's getting the same impression as I am. The day being just beautiful enough that I think we can just be normal people for a change as I open her door. Upon joining her in the cab, I pick up my phone and hand it to her once more. "Honestly Talia. Please just text your phone. You can delete your number from my phone afterwards, but just in case you need me, I want to able to help. Hold onto it for now. You have until I take you home to decide. So more importantly, where would you like to go my love?" @ivette

As we get to the car I don’t find myself resenting him opening my door

It’s actually kind cute. cute?! I think it’s cute?! I giggle a little at the thought. As I sit in the cabby of the car, I look around taking in the senses. The cold leather seat, the soft rumble of the car, the cold metal belt buckle. All these things I slowly take in. ‘Honestly…my love’ Again with the mental box thing. I don’t know what he expects me to do with this thing. I turn it over in my hands feeling the cool smooth metal and glass in my hands. “What is this thing? What am I supposed to do with it?” I look at it trying to figure out how it works and what it it’s. Maybe it’s a tracker? I’m not sure. i feel so dumb. ‘Where would you like to go my love’ I’ve always been indecisive. Majority of the time when there’s a choice it’s often decided for me. I get a choice? Such a strange, feeling to have power over your destiny. Power over my day. I’m kinda hungry. I also kinda want to see the art exhibits that my brothers always talk about. “Uhm can we go get some breakfast maybe?” My voice small and a little sheepish @Marcus

I watch as she toys with my phone. At first I thought I thought it was adorable and just a way to fuck with me and brat. The more I watch her, the more I come to realize she isn't joking. Further proving that it may be a good idea to make sure she can contact me. Anyone this out of touch with basic facets of life may be in need of a life line. Then I start to wonder if she was locked up in the ivory castle called the Quinn residence. "Just put it down for now. We'll make a stop after breakfast if that's okay with you. After that, the day is completely back up to you. Speaking of breakfast, I know just the place." After heading down the road and making a few turns, I pull into a parking lot and freeze. I look over at the woman next to me. She is so beautiful and perfect in her own way, for me. I take my hand to her neck and kiss her. My lips parting slightly as I nibble slightly at her bottom lip. @ivette

‘Just put it down…’. I nod and put it down in the cup holder. I look at my hands in lap. I examine their movements as I mindlessly fidget. What is that little box? What does it do? What did he call it? A phone? Why do I feel so dumb? I hate my father for locking me away. my mind spins with any number of questions and I just sit there as he drives. The motion of the car putting me into a soft daze. I fall into a never ending question spiral. The car comes to a stop and I stay lulled in my daze, but it all comes to crashing halt. His hand, rough yet gentle, finds its way around my neck. As his skin touches mine, my breathe is sucked away. The skin on my neck feels like it burning from stimulation. Then he kisses me, my face burns with blush, I kiss back as his teeth nip at my bottom lip. A small gasp escapes my lips as I look at him. @Marcus

"Hey, I know you don't trust me and from what I can only imagine, you don't trust much of anyone. You have every right to. Just know that you're safe with me. The only person that will be allowed to touch you, is me. No one touches you unless we say it's okay. Now let's enjoy breakfast my love." I step out of the car, open her door and take her hand in mine. As she steps out, I can't but admire her. We walk into the quaint restaurant, the sight of which looks like a home renovated to serve food. The host guides us to our table. "I used to come here all the time by myself. My brothers were too cool for their kid brother. My parents were busy, so this is kind of a home away from home." @ivette

‘Hey… breakfast my love’ I listen to the words that come out of his mouth wondering if he’s telling me these things to trick. oh but his voice, shit…. I’m grateful that he got out of the car. My mind going many ways and causing me to blush. I gently touch my lips and smile against them. My door opens and the fresh air flows into the car. A slight breeze blows into the car and tosses my hair around my face. As we walk into this cozy cottage restaurant, I can’t help but smile. It’s quaint and adorable. A little hidden gem, hidden away. ‘I used…. From home’. Did he just open up? I look over at him a little bewildered. maybe he’s like me? No… he couldn’t be. Could he? I look back at the cozy restaurant and smile. “I Can see how. I only wish I’d had that…” I basically whisper the last sentence to myself. @Marcus

A single sentence that confirmed most of my suspicions correct. This poor woman has probably spent most of her life alone and without anyone to care for her. I look at her as she seems dejected, scared almost. I leave my hand outstretch for her, hoping she's choose to take it. "Hey, I know I can't turn the clock back, but at the least we can make better memories and make new places that are special to one or both of us." I don't know how much I can help, but at the least, I want to just be there for her. The waitress walks by and I ask for an orange juice and black tea. "Just do me a favor and try and remember that today is about you. Whatever you wish for, we'll make happen. Even if you don't know where to go. Okay?" @ivette

He reaches out his hand to me and bite my lip. His words are like magic to me. They feel my body with warm feelings all around. I take his hand and look him in the eyes. ‘Just do me… okay?’ Why is he being so nice? Is this a trick? Why would he trick me? i try to understand how 10 minutes this mans cock was in my mouth, and now he’s telling me that im safe with him. My mind is full that i completely miss the waiter. “I don’t know anywhere or anything to do in town. Im sorry i wish I could be of more help to you.” I look down at the table and my heart beats faster. The smell of the restaurant calms as I disappear into my brain.

8:03 PM

@Marcus

"That's nothing to worry about princess. Just tell me something and we can go. Aquarium, park, art museum. You name it, I can find it." I watch the look in her eyes go from apprehension to something I can't exactly put my finger on. I take my free hand and cover the one she's given me with it. Then I notice what I think is a hint of a smile on her face and smile back at her. "I'm not asking you to trust or believe me over night. Just know I'm here." Through the corner of my eye, I notice the waitress walk past the table. "Excuse me miss, I'm sorry but my fiancee never ordered her drink when you were here." And my eyes never left hers. @ivette

I pulled out my brain to look at him. I listen to his lovely words. His voice like soft honey on a sore throat. I’m finding that I could listen to him talk to me all day and I’d never be bored. ‘…just know I’m here.’ I nod slowly and feel smile spread across my face. Chris might actually not be the worst person ever. Who knows maybe I might learn to like him. But my mind isn’t changing about being more then man and wife in public and in paper. I think to myself as I turn to the waitress. “Could I have some tea?” @Marcus

Saying the word out loud, it felt like it had a different, heavier meaning. Fiancée. When this whole thing was proposed, I don't know, I felt like it was just another game. Just something to pass the time. As I look at Talia, I feel a warmth in my body, that quickly turns to lightning in my veins. Maybe my feelings for her run deeper than just a basic desire. I smile at her as she makes her drink order. Almost laughing at the realization of how similar our tastes are. Makes me wonder even more why our families had been fighting with each other so long. Outside of territory, nothing really comes to mind, and even that seems, just childish. As I sip my tea, sweetened by the three sugar added, I think about the game of cat and mouse we'd been playing. I consider the possibility that I'd gone too far, then remember our deal. If she didn't want it, REALLY didn't want it, she had any and every chance to say as much. The ideas of her future continuing to flood through my mind. "So what do you think? Museum or aquarium?" @ivette

Fiancé. Such a strange word to be called, but that’s what I am, technically. I mean he hasn’t really gotten down on me, so am I his fiancé? Do I want to be his fiancé? Do I have a choice? I’m still losing my freedom…. My eyes drift to the table. i wanted to be free on day. Now instead of being a thing to my dad, I’m a slave to this man. I’m his in a week, less than a week. Holy shit! As the tea is put in front of me, I put in a dash of creamer and a packet of sugar. I slowly sip it as my mind is trying to wrap around the fact that I’m getting married in less than a week. married not having a boyfriend straight to being married. And I have a week to plan my one and only wedding. Because if this day is proved anything, I’m never getting out of it. I’ll be stuck. I take another sip of my tea, letting the warm liquids slide down my throat. Still a little sore from earlier, but nothing too big. my eyes trace over the lines in the pattern on the table. The woodgrain, the knots, and the dents in the table. Probably from someone getting mad and stabbing the table with a knife/fork. Or a child poking at the table. There’s so many stories just behind this one piece of wood. So many people have sat here, so many conversations were had here. I wonder if anyone in my situation has it at this table before. That’s a stupid thought. You’re all alone in the situation. No one will understand. You’re the only one. I guess that’s right. ‘ so what do you think? Museum or aquarium?‘ aquarium I think it’s a place with fish, I’ve never seen a fish before. I just read about them in books. I wonder how a creature can live under the water, never come up on land. Live a fully sustainable life under the water. “Uhm aquarium?” I respond unsure if that’s what he wants to do. @Marcus

I watch her as she enjoys her tea, the deliberate stir of her spoon. Taking note of how she likes her tea; one cream, one sugar. May as well keep it in mind for our not to distant future. Our wedding was only six days away and there's still so much we have to get ready. I'm at the least comfortable with the situation, I can only wonder how she feels. Being tugged a variety of directions and hardly given a choice in any matters of her life. And now being given to some random guy like me as if she's a chess piece. She deserves better than this, we deserve better than this. 'Uhm aquarium?' "My love, are you saying the aquarium because you want to go there or because you think I do. I want you to be selfish and do something you want to do. Now, I'm going to go to the rest room." I step out of my seat and whisper in her ear. "Now are you going to be a good girl and wait here, or be my girl and join me." I bite her ear and look over my shoulder as I find the restroom. @ivette

‘My love…..rest room’ shit am I that read the sound of an aquarium sounds nice. Getting to see all the fish. It would be fun, I’ve never been so it’s a new experience.today is just full of new things. “ I mean, yeah, I wanna go to the aquarium. It sounds nice.“ Then he’s out of his chair, his honey voice is in my ear. oh fuck My heart starts beating out of my chest, my throat goes dry, and my thighs clinch together. ‘Now.. my girl and join me’ Oh god…My breath hitches in my throat and I try to speak but that’s when his teeth connected with my ear. Not enough to hurt but enough to make me gasp. As he lets my ear go and turns away. I look at him and bite my lip. A idea pops in my head. I quickly wrap my fingers around his jaw and whisper in a sultry dark toned voice. “You’d like a little too much, for me to be your girl” I smirk and pull away going back to sipping my tea like nothing happened. @Marcus

Her comments puts a smile on my face. This is the exact kind of thing that makes me want her so much. That fills me with desire and lust so overt it can't be contained. Her scent fills my nostrils and her voice fills my thoughts. As she sets her tea down, I stand behind her and follow my previous comments. "You know there's something you and aquariums have in common. Every time I see either, I know everything is wet." I look down and notice how hard she's clenching her thighs. I smile knowing she's loving this almost as much as I am. I wrap my hand around her neck, my forearms resting against her full breast. "Now you're right I'll admit. I would like it if you were my girl...." My grip tightening around her throat. "....but I'd love it if you were my slut." @ivette

My sense of pride, from taking control in that moment, is quickly swept away when I hear his voice, yet again in my ear. it’s got a small rasp to it now. Is that my doing? ‘You know…. Everything is wet’ I mean he wasn’t wrong…. But I’m not going to admit that. My breath is coming in small quick pants. My hands grip the cup that holds the warm tea. As my mouth dries, and I swallow the saliva in my mouth, I feel his hand snake around my neck. My eyes go wide, my heart beats so hard that he can feel it against his fingers. oh god…. my mind races with all sorts of things that this could mean. is he going to choke me? Is he mad? Did I upset him? I thought he enjoyed it. what do I do? my mind races with every thought. But suddenly they’re cut short, when I feel his breath against my neck. Then comes the sweet yet intoxicating voice of Chris Ramos in my ear. God why does it have to sounds so good? Then he does some thing that surprises me, he tightens his grip. But not in a way to hinder my breathing, no, the way he tightens around my neck, it’s almost pleasurable? How could that be possible? But as if my body knows how what to do, my eyes roll back into my head in ecstasy. ‘Now you’re …. My slut’ holy mother of god! To everything holy above, please save me from my sin, for I know I should not feel the way I feel about that. But oh God, did it feel good. The wetness that soaked in between my legs, the waves of heat that ebb and flow over my body is one of the best sensations I felt to this day. I lean back, my back hitting the chair. As my eyes come back to normal I’m looking straight up at him. “ oh god…” the words come out, breathless and almost in a moan. @Marcus

“Here’s the thing sweetheart, you can pretend all you’d like. It’s cute, really, but we both know how much you need this. We both know how much you love having my attention. We both know you love my being a helpless little plaything in my hands. You can run all youd like, but I’ll always catch you. After all, prey like you is most delicious after a chase.” I kiss her neck once, my mouth open enough to allow my tongue a gentle caress. The feeling of control is intoxicating seeing what each of my words and actions do to her. She seems so lost it makes me almost feel bad. Almost, but not quite. The feeling of her heartbeat pounding harder and faster under my thumb. The blood rushing to her neck and her body gets warmer by the second. The scent of coffee the only sign that others were potentially present in the room. “So let’s try this again little girl because you’re going to come.” I growl the words at her, the double meaning behind me words rich in intent. @ivette

‘Here’s the thing…. A chase’ Holy mother of God. Amount of sins I can create with this man, I wouldn’t even know where to start. then to top it all off I feel his lips on my neck, warm, wet, and soft. Right on the spot that my heart is beating right out of my chest. Then his tongue skates a crossed my neck, causing my eyes to roll back in pure ecstasy. My head also tilts away to give him better access. “Oh fuck…” My breath stutters, and my voice hitches. The words coming out a broken breathless moan is my entire body is filled with warm waves of pleasure. My mind only to aware of the trail his tongue left behind, the sparks it leaves in it’s wake. God he knows what to do with his tongue. my breath, coming in short quick pants, as I listen to the next words, come out of his mouth. ‘ so let’s try this again little girl because you’re going to come.’ The fucking rasp behind his voice, the growl. Oh good god up above. my thighs, squeeze closer together, in order to hold in the shaking. It has absolutely nothing to do with the lake that’s pooling between my legs. I can only nod to his words, my mouth unable to form words, my mind too fuzzy to think. He only sounds that come out are soft moans and breathless squeaks. @Marcus

I take her hand in mine, her eyes blank as if she’s in a trance. Nothing but her forthcoming fate consuming her mind as her legs move on their own. Her body completely helpless to my influence. As we walk, I whisper softly to her. “You’re such a good slut, Talia. I couldn’t be more proud of you.” The cold rasp in my voice couldn’t give more honest praise. As the pace in her breath increases, my lust for her fills me. My pants tightening with each passing step, almost to the point of pain. After what seems like an eternity, we finally make our way into the rest room and I immediately slam her into the way, pinning her by both wrists. My lips smothering her neck, desperate for the taste of her skin on my neck again. I feel her body melt into mine, helpless by my actions. One hand caressing her body and shifting the slit in her dress to the side, feeling her soaked pussy surrounded my middle and ring fingers. @ivette

‘You’re such…..proud of you’ holy mother of god as blush creeps up on to my cheeks, and my leg shake, I let him pull me. For I don’t have the fight and need to not let him guide me. As we make it into the bathroom he pins me and immediately His mouth is on my neck. His kisses and lick upon my neck cause my back to arch and moan to escape my mouth as my head pushes back. My eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. “Fuck Chris” the breathless words escape my mouth before I can stop them. My heart is beating out of my chest and my body is shuddering at every touch. But nothing compares to his next action, his hand effortlessly moving the slit in my dress to the side. That’s not even the part that made me almost yell out. His fingers trace up my inner thigh, they go higher and higher. Finally he hits the space in between, oh god holy shit! His fingers slide in between my lips effortlessly, my juices coat his fingers. A exasperated moan escapes my open mouth as my back arch’s away from the wall. If my legs weren’t shaking before, now they are. These feelings and sensations I’ve never had before. what is this feeling that I’m feeling? How are his fingers moving so effortlessly against? Why does it feel so good? What are the noises that are coming out of my mouth? oh good God this feels amazing! Fuck I don’t want it to end. My breath, continues to be shaky and fast, my legs continue to quiver as the pleasure rocks my body @Marcus

My fingers slick in her cum. Her tight pussy resisting every motion my fingers make as her body convulses, submitting to me and the pleasure I provide. Her breath shallow and unsteady as her legs buckle underneath her. My free hand covering her mouth, muffling the moans she’s no longer capable of stifling as each sound reverberates off the walls. The sounds of her pleasure a symphony to my ears. I watch her as she collapses under the weight of her orgasm. Her back against the wall, legs spread beautifully and wide. I continue to play with her. Her body limp, still cumming, covering the floor in more of sweet juices as she continues to squirt. “You’re such dirty little toy. I bet you didn’t even know you could do such a thing. Now seeing as I’ve made you cum multiple times today it’s only right you return the favor. I’m sure you remember what to do.” I drop my pant, the belt buckle clanging against the floor. Drops of precum oozing from the tip of my dick as it throbs in desire and anticipation for being satisfied for my sexy little slut. As I wait, I stroke it for her nice and slow. My fingers tracing along each vein. @ivette

As the orgasm racks my body, my mouth agap. As I cum the juices squirt out of me and hit the ground, the moans trying to escape are muffled from his hand over my mouth. “Holy shit…” ‘…return the favor…’ im going to make him feel like this. He will be shaking. Damn it…. I move my hand and slap yours off of your hard cock. I trace my fingers up from the bottom to the tip. You’re body shudders at my touch and that’s when I slowly sink to my knees. When the cold floor comes in contact with my knees it sends a shiver up my spine into my brain. It clears and I’m able to think. I look up at Chris Ramos as my hand wraps around his shaft and my thumb rubs his tip. Fuck he’s hot… damn it there goes my plan. Make him want you. I smirk and lick the very tip slowly. My tongue licking up the precum. I slowly move my hand up and down you. Watching your every shiver and breath in take. “You’ll never want anyone else after me. I promise you that” I wink and take you in my mouth. Just the tip at first. Then slowly I bob my head back and forth, once I find my rhythm I take more. Till I’m at your base, sucking from bottom to tip. I run my tongue all around, over every bump and ridge, over every vein. Hitting each nerve so that you have an intense orgasm. As I feel you grip my hair and push me down, I open my mouth to let your hot seed pour down my throat. As you cum in my mouth I can feel it slide down my throat and warm me from the inside out. As you let go of my hair and I pull back, I wipe my lip and say is a raspy suductive tone; “Votre graine est dans ma gorge. Tu me réchauffes et tu me fais plaisir. Maintenant, sachez que vous êtes à moi.” @Marcus

Something in her snapped, she not the meek and small girl I met just the other day. Her every action speaks to a confidence and realm of self-assuredness I wasn't aware she could display. She slaps away my hand, replacing it with her own as if to say she was born for what comes next. Her soft and wet tongue embraces my member in a way that I can't help but allow a deep moan to escape my lips. Is this really the same inexperienced and naive girl from earlier in the morning? Every action feels slow, methodical, and deliberate. My pleasure evidently paramount to her goals. Her breath heavy as she takes in my every reaction. Savoring them all for her own mental scrapbook. 'You’ll never want anyone else after me. I promise you that.' A cute thought as if that wasn't the case already. But there's hardly any need to feed into her ego any more than necessary. As she begins to take my length into her mouth, only one word come to mind. HOT. Each time she takes my cock down her throat, the gluttonous gags she makes echoes not only in the bathroom, but my ears. With each bob she makes I can feel my the ebb and flow of my cock throb in euphoria. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum. Be a good little girl and take every fucking drop for me." An intense orgasm like I've never before consumes my body. Every drop of lust I have in my body for this woman erupts down down her throat. Rope after rope of my desire for her filling her mouth and an equal warmth and satisfaction fills me as I watch her swallow every last drop of my seed. 'Votre graine est dans ma gorge. Tu me réchauffes et tu me fais plaisir. Maintenant, sachez que vous êtes à moi' "Je suis à toi tant que tu me sers. Ma bite devrait être plus grosse que l'air pour toi et tu savoureras chaque seconde en toi." I bend down and grab her by the neck to squeeze her neck, feeling the blood pulse under my thumb. I press my lips into hers. The tension in my body being released for the second as I bite her bottom lip. "Now

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, lets get back to the table so you can enjoy your second breakfast." @ivette

As I watch him, my heart beats fast as I’m suck in lovely air. Fuck I forgot how much air is needed. But god does it feel nice. He bends down and grabs my neck, this lovely feeling caused my eyes to roll back in my head. Then his lips come crashing down on mine causing my body to light up in arousal. ‘Now, let’s get…..second breakfast.” I couldn’t help but giggle at the last part of his statement. Sometimes this man just astonishes me with how highly he thinks of himself. I roll my eyes I stand up and check myself in the mirror, I look good, then walk out the bathroom door to the restaurant. My hips swing as I walk and it makes me almost look ethereal. As I sit down at the table I can’t help but look around, there’s a few people around, mostly old people but a few younger. As my eyes turn back on my date, I can’t help but feel a smirk spread across my face from knowing I just had him shaking from my mouth and tongue. The taste of his pleasure still on my tongue for me to savor the moment. As food arrives, my eyes go wide cause I’ve never seen so much food and it all looks so good. Oh mother of god. This looks so good. Shit I need to keep my cool. I bite my lip as I look over the food in front of me @Marcus

In the span of just a few minutes, my view of Talia has changed. I don't think of her as just a sweet innocent toy for my pleasure, but now a ravenous slut for her own excitement. The look in her eyes filled with an energy so consuming that I have to fight the inner urge to not take her where she stands. I watch her hips sway side to side. Her perfect ass on full display, that I can't help but to walk up and full my hand with it. I kiss the side of her her neck and whisper in her ear. "Like I said before my love. Mine." As we take our seats I take a moment to admire my girl. She's gorgeous and while a bit naive, brilliant out compare, and tongue that can bring any other man to his knees. Regardless of how she used it that is. As the food arrive, I notice again how much she holds herself back when it comes to food. "My darling princess. I want you to enjoy yourself. I'll make sure you dine like a queen for the rest of your life, so please, don't hold back." @ivette

‘My darling…don’t hold back’ I look at him and there are so many things I want to say in that moment. You see I’ve been starved most of my life. Or, I almost never get food that has color. Or I’ve never been outside my room in the last 10 years. but I don’t say a word of this. For it is not the time to tell him. Maybe someday soon, just not yet. I finally nod to him and put on a smile as I gingerly pick up my fork and meticulously eat every last bit of food. I savor every bite, falling more and more in love with the taste of real food. Holy mother of god. I never want to stop eating. I savor every bite and say very little to my date through out the meal. It’s a little hard to hold a conversation when your mind is continuing to be blow with every fork full of food. Tho I did find a little time to play footies with him. I was determined to keep his feet pinned under mine. After we struggle in this game of foot tag, it ends with me giggling and smiling. I look up to see his reaction and I see him looking away towards the door. I follow his gaze and my heart drops to my ass. My face goes pale white and every ounce of joy is sucked from me. @Marcus

Through breakfast I can't help but admire her and all her quirks. The way she smiles just a bite brighter when she takes a bite of something she really enjoys. The dance she does absent mindedly when she's excited to eat more. The way she enjoys winning even if it's just a small game of footsies. She's adorable. I was having the best time of breakfast until I noticed someone walking in. Saint DiMarco. His smug face filling my body with more disdain than I ever think possible most days. The only thing I've ever hated more than a Quinn, is a fucking DiMarco. I notice him grin as he walks over to our table like he owns the place. 'Well well well. What do we have here. The lovely Talia Quinn. How are you doing baby.' Every word and step he makes completely ignoring me even though he knows exactly who I am. I've broken too many of his brothers' arms for him to not know me. 'What do you say you and me get out of here. I can show you a hell of a good time.' He whispers in her ear and takes ahold of strands in her hair and something inside me snaps. I rush upwards and grab his arm, bending it backwards. Holding him down by the neck and pushing enough to hear the crack in his shoulder. "Now listen closely. You fucking know who I am. Talia is mine. Got that. You touch her, look at her, hell you so much as breathe in the same room as her, I'm snapping both your arms. One more time. Talia Quinn belongs to Chris Ramos and no one touches her ever. Now get the fuck out of my sight." I throw him onto the floor and watch him scramble his way to the door holding his arm, wincing in pain. I take a knee and brush Talia's hair behind her ear and leave a small peck on her cheek. I take her hands in mine and look her deep in her eyes. "Hey. Are you okay my love?" @ivette

I see him and my blood runs cold. I swear my heart doubles in speed and the urdge to just run is intense. But I know this sick bastard. If I were to run he’d chase, and unlike Chris when I was caught by him wouldn’t be just on my knees. I’d be blacked out by the end of it. Hell my brothers didn’t even mess with him any more. He walks up to me completely ignoring the Ramos boy across from me. My heart is running at a speed that has to be unhealthy. Panic is high as I force my body still even though my bones are trying to vibrate out of my body. ‘What do you say…hell of a good time.’ I don’t even want to know what he has planned and I sure as hell don’t want to find out. But then he leans in close taking my hair in his figures as he whispers in my ear. “Let’s get out of here where I can put that pretty little mouth around my huge cock. Let me give you a reason to live and have a purpose only to serve me. My blood turns to ice and the fear in me spikes to an all time high. But soon he’s ripped away from my face by Chris. Wait what? I look over to see one of the most powerful men in our town pinned face down to a table by Chris. Holy shit! I’ve never been one for violence so my mind goes blank with all of this going on. Then I hear Chris’s words. Hes doing this for me? My mind becoming more confused. Just as soon as DiMarcos had arrived they were scurrying away. My heart still speeding faster then a race horse when Chris is on one knee in front of me. His voice calming like the breeze and soft like a pillow. I only wish I could’ve heard his lovely words over the defending ringing in my ears. I just nod and push everything down trying not to feel a thing. What the hell just happened? @Marcus

She has a blank look on her face. I squeeze your hand gently and rub the back of your hand. I kiss your forehead and stand, asking the waitress for the check and apologize for the display. After paying, we take our leave. As is customary, I open her door before joining her inside the car. I keep replaying the moments in the restaurant. How quickly such an amazing date devolved into something I never want her near again. Everything was so perfect and so....nice and Saint fucking DiMarco had to come a ruin everything. I grip the steering wheel tightly out of frustration only loosening to take her hand. Then I focus on the better moments of the morning. Holding her hand through the forest. Our passionate kiss in the bathroom. Watching her adorably dance through breakfast. I take her hand as I remember my words. "Talia, I want you to know I meant every word I said. You're mine and I will do everything possible to keep you safe. I want you to know I have my own place and a key already made with your name on it. When you feel ready, I'll happily give it to you. And before you say anything, there is another room available so don't worry or feel pressured to sleep with me." As each word leaves my lips, I feel the tension and frustration escape my body. Right now and forever further, Talia is all that matters. My foot eases off the gas just enough to finally go the speed limit. Before much longer we reach my destination. I ask her to wait in the car for just ten minutes. Before long, I return, a brand new phone in hand. "This is yours. I'll show you how to use it later on, but right now, the only number programmed into it is mine. Don't worry about paying for anything, I added you to my plan. Just know that I'm always a few taps away now." I smile softly at the thought that maybe this will help me keep her even just a little bit more safe. "Now, you said you wanted to go to the aquarium right?" @ivette

As the next for moments pass, the getting the check, leaving the restaurant, even getting into the car. They are all a blur to me. I’m so detached from my reality. As Chris speaks to me I can barely understand his words. I think they are sweet tho I’m not sure. I feel bad I’m not listening but I just can’t. I’m physically stuck inside my body just staring at the dash board in front of me. He stops somewhere i don’t recognize but then again that wouldn’t be hard. I don’t know where anything is in this town. I haven’t been out of my house in like ten years. Why did they do this to me? Why did the keep me so locked away? my mind races with all the questions I’ve had for years. Along with some flash bulb memories. When Chris gets back into the car he hands me a box. Just like the one he has. I don’t know what this is. I’m so fucking dumb. Say something. Do something! I’m fighting inside my head against invisible ropes that hold me captive. I sit there unfeeling and unmoving. Just a person stuck behind the glass eyes of the body. As I sit there, everything and nothing feels real. I’m in a dream though it’s my reality. I feel detached but completely attached. I’m so close I can taste it yet too far to touch it. Reality is slipping and I’m trying to climb as it slides away from me, like the snake it is. Something I love yet is good at just slithering away to cause mischief. @Marcus

I look over at her from her lack of a response. It's like she's empty. Her eyes showing that she's awake, but it's like she's not even there. I turn off the car and turn to her. "Hey Talia. It's okay my love. I'm going to touch you now, okay?" I take her hands in mine, squeezing tight, just enough for her to know I'm there for and with her. Rubbing those small circles on the back of her hand. "I'm going to kiss you twice now. Once on your forehead. Once on your cheek." And I do just that. No more. No less. Every action I take with her is slow and gentle. I match her breath carefully. We breathe in together, we breathe out together. Every moment we take is for her. In this moment she's more than my world. She's my everything. I'd do anything and everything for this woman and I hope that in time, she will see this the same way. Even if it comes at the cost of her not feeling the same for me. Everything I do is to protect her and keep her safe. And today I may have failed her. If she can't trust me, I understand completely. But if she can, I'll do everything in more than she never regrets this decision. "I'm going to kiss you hand my love." And I bring her hands to my lips, bestowing them with all the affection and consideration I have for my girl. "Talia, tu seras toujours ma reine. Asseyez-vous sur votre trône à côté de moi et je brûlerai des villes en votre nom si cela vous rend heureux" @ivette

As I sit there with Chris, he slowly starts to bring me back to reality. The glass over my eyes is removed and I suck in a breath like I haven’t been breathing. I look around and i see Chris kissing my hands. well this a good way to come back. Then he’s French speaks to my villain love story’s I’ve read. Holy shit can he get any hotter. Damn it. All my plans are out the window. I slowly move my hands to his face. “Je me ferai un plaisir d'éclairer ces villes avec vous. Vous avez enveloppé mon esprit dans l'affection ainsi que dans des pensées sales. Le méchant obtient la fille dans cette histoire. Mais il est plus sûr que l'endroit qu'elle appelle chez elle depuis des années.” My French smooth and perfect. After I finish my words I pull his face in for a kiss. Not like the ones we’ve shared thus far. No this one is different. It’s soft yet full of need and passion. He is what I want. I know this. Stop fighting. Just take what you want….. but I’m scared. Remember what happens to those who give in. They get killed. I pull away and look down. “Thanks for helping me back there.” @Marcus

"Of course my love. Dis le mot et ta maison sera dans mes bras." I return her kiss emphatically. It feels as if in this moment, we silently agree that we both need each other more than either is willing to admit. Her in need of safety and stability. Myself a desire for something more than myself. As our lips melt into one another, I rest my forehead against hers. My deep breaths heavy with my desire and affection for her. I close my eyes and think "what if". What if we met under different circumstance. What if we could just be Talia and Chris forever. These thoughts consume me, but I know they are nothing more than fantasy. At least for now. I take her hands and kiss them once more, tenderly and full of my affections for her. "I'll do everything I canto keep you safe Talia. So, are you ready to go?" @ivette

After our softly yet, full of everything kiss, we sit there for a minted with our foreheads touching. And just for a minute I think, what if we’d met in another life time? What if maybe we’d be friends? That could never be. We can’t dream like normal people. We can’t be normal. As he gently, as if I might break like fragile glass, he lifts my hands to his lips. Plants one the most meaningful kisses I’ve ever seen on my hands, then with his next words, I think he steals my heart away. He doesn’t need know that tho. ‘ I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe tell you. So, are you ready to go?’ I would go anywhere this man was at this point. He’s given me everything I’ve ever wanted and never dreamt of wanting. He’s enthralled my mind and body. He’s anything anyone could want in a partner. Yet…. I still find myself resisting and pulling back from him. Fear, the way it grips my mind soul and body has always been apart of my life. Fear of my family, of the DiMarcos, or just fear itself. I’m about to open my mouth to speak, that’s when I see a massive truck flooring it down the road that is perpendicular to us. The moment before I can scream, it t bones us. Sending the car spinning through the air and into the ditch up side down. The world spins for both of us and then upon impact everything goes black for you and me. @Marcus

I open my slowly. My mind is foggy and heavy. The thick smell of blood and peroxide filling my nostrils. As I begin to regain my wits I notice the tubes sticking out of my arms. The subtle beep of the heart rate monitor ringing in my ears. Then I remember how I ended up here. I was finally happy with her. Then the subtle jerk of the car. The glass breaking. The car wrecked completely. And Talia...Talia. Where the fuck is Talia? My heart rate spikes as my body is sent into a panic. I rip out the IV from my arm and rush out of my room. "Talia!! Ma reine, où es-tu?" I run throughout the hospital, desperately searching for her. Pushing aside nurses and doctors and before long my own brothers. I need to find her. I need to know where she is. "Where is she? Where is Talia?" I need to know that she's okay. I promised her that she would be safe. I can't let her down this easily. And my heart settles, only upon seeing her. @ivette

When he comes bursting into my room, I am still out cold. The machine beeps beside me and there’s a tube down my throat that allows me to breathe. There are cuts all over my body from the shattered glass. As the beep from the machine shows that I’m alive and the tube keeps me breathing, you feel relief flush over your tired and overwhelmed body. After being reassured that I’m alive you are escorted back to your room by doctors and nurses. When your head hits the soft pillow of the hospital bed, your body gives in to the exhaustion that has been masked by adrenaline. Some time passes and you are jolted awake by alarms and people running around yelling about: “A patient was stole!” “She wasn’t awake yet!” “Find her!” “Find who stole them!” Chaos ensues in the early morning hours of this fine Friday. @Marcus

As I wake up, the alarms start to ring in my head. They're not talking about just any patient. They mean my Talia. I take a deep breath and step out of the bed, yanking the IV from my arm again. The marks definitely soon to add up. I take out my phone, telling my brothers that I need to borrow a car. The tone in my voice sinister and determined. Evident that there will be no stopping me whatsoever or debate to be had. After hanging up, I walk over to the reception desk. "I would like to be released. Please." The poor woman behind the desk has her eyes filled with fear as she can't find the forms fast enough. After I sign the last paper, I walk out of the hospital and thank my brothers Remy and Jamie for the car, entering it with all the remaining calm in my body. I unlock my phone and check if the Talia's location is still live and not in the warehouse. To my pleasure she's at the docks. I rev the engine and speed down the roads. "Hang on Talia. Daddy's coming." @ivette

As my eyes slowly open and I take in the space around me. The gentle sway of the room. The bright light over my head. I feel my head start to throb as I lay on my side, I start to move my hands and realize they are hand cuffed behind my back. My body is immediately sent into a panic. I look around the small musty room I’m in and I try to figure out where I am. As the room sways I figure it out that I’m on a boat, not just any boat, DiMarcos boat. Just as I realize it’s DiMarcos boat, none other than Saint walks in with this smirk. Every memory of playing with him and my brothers when we were younger, the fights, the punches, all of it. I scramble as far away from him as I can but my back hits the wall. And the humiliation that follows from his sinister laugh. “Such a pathetic little bitch. Trying to run only makes our little game that much more fun.” He smirks with devilish teeth and a serpents tongue flicks across them. Sending shivers straight to my core. @Marcus

I pull into the docks next to the warehouse that her phone is still pinging off of. I step out and walk up to the door, my blood boiling through anger as I knock on the steel plate. The door is cracked open slightly and I push it open, sending the man behind it backwards. I take a quick scan of the room, only three. Easy enough. I step on the leg of the man lying at my feet, the crunch of his bone snapping echoes through the warehouse, sending the other two men into action. The first taking a swing at me, I duck under his arm and slam him into the ground, a silent scream leaving his lips as he holds onto the back of his head. The other taking a clean shot at my jaw. I turn slowly, with a hint of a smile on my face. "You know. I came here for my girl. I was going to come, take her and leave. But not? I'm going to enjoy the chance to fuck you up. He takes three quick swipes at my face, each easily deflected. Then a desperation shot to my gut that allows my to grab him by the arm and send him to the ground. Followed by multiple stomps to his shoulder blade and back of his skull. I walk over to the second man, still writhing in pain. "Now, I let you off easily. Before I change my mind, tell me where Talia is." @ivette

The man shaking under your grip stutters out. “He took her-r. She’s on the DiMarcos yacht!” He walks up to me and grabs me by the back of my hair, pulling my head back, earning an exasperated sneak out of my mouth. This only made his sadistic fantasies increase. He moved and opened my mouth to “claim it as his.” The digust rushes thro me like a fright train. This is the one and only time I am grateful for throwing up on someone. Tho it did earn me a harsh slap across the face, I was still grateful that he left. After a while I start to wonder if Chris is looking for me. Or is he’s happy I’m gone. Do my brothers care? Are they actually worried about me? I sit there letting my mind wonder down this dark hole while the boat rocks back and forth. I ended up falling asleep somehow, I don’t know how long I was asleep but I did wake up in one of the worst ways possible. I woke up to Saint torturing my already beaten body with knives and hot wax. As he glides the knife down my thighs, a painful whimper escapes my mouth as tears prick my eyes. He smirks as he realizes I’m awake. Oh no.. “Lovely princess to see your awake now I can start the real fun.” He starts to carve into my leg and scream of pain escape my mouth, but they are quickly silenced by a piece of cloth shoved into it. After about an hour Saint DiMarco finally gives me a rest, once he leaves I finally let the tears stream down my face and I hold my bleeding and shaking body. “Chris please save me…” I whisper to myself. @Marcus

"Good. Now was that so hard?" I kick the man hard enough to render him unconscious and leave after grabbing a set of keys hanging on the wall. I race over to find the speedboat left behind. I turn the key, praying there's still gas in the tank when the engine comes to life. I press onto the gas as steer towards the lone yacht deep in the marina. The salt filling my mouth, the water splashing against my face. I'm going to save her. I'm not going to let her out of my sight again after this. She's my girl. I love her too much to be okay with this. I.....love her? This realization filling me with all the motivation I need as I ease up on the gas as I become nearer to the boat. "Just wait Talia. I'm closer than you think." @ivette

As I lay there holding myself I try to forget about the pain I’m in, I think about the times when I smiled with them. The time in the bathroom….I want that again. Not till I’m better but it was nice. A hint of a smile creeps across my face for just a moment. The crew on board the boat see you coming closer and alert DiMarco of your arrival. He has sick and twisted ideas for you. He allows you to enter his boat. “Well we’ll well look who’s finally joined your little party.” His smirk is one the devil would fear

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@Marcus

"You know, I really didn't want to have to do this." I take slow steps towards Saint, the first goon rushing towards me receiving a kick to the knee and his face smash into the railing, breaking his nose, for his troubles. I continue walking towards, a quiet fury emanating from my body. "I wanted to live quietly." The next lackey tries to tackle me. I take a step back, grab him by the head and knee him in the face. As thanks, I stomp twice on his ribs, a deafening crack following that makes everyone else pause. "But no. I had to marry Talia. And I happily fell for the girl you know?" I step towards two of Saint's goons, both frozen in fear, one receiving a stiff punch to his throat, a crushed larynx sure to be diagnosed, the other a kick to the temple that'd leave anyone concussed. "And I'd fall for her a million times over, because she's my girl. But you. You just had to touch what wasn't yours." The last of his conspirators running for their personal safety. Better than wasting my time on them. "And I fucking warned you. Talia. Is. MINE. And if you ever touched her again I'd snap both your fucking arms." I stop next to Talia, noticing the cuts in her beautiful skin. The dried tears on her face smearing her makeup. I remove the gag from her mouth and kiss her forehead once. "Je suis la mon amour. Je n'ai plus qu'une chose à faire, alors tu seras chez nous, sain et sauf." I rush towards Saint with blind fury and throw a left hook that sends him flying. I refuse to give him an inch to breathe as I continue to beat into his face, tooth after tooth being knocked loosed from his jaw. I stand up, looking down on him, a swift kick to the ribs that sends him writhing in agony. Stepping on his spine, I pull on both of his arms until I hear a loud and distinct pop from both sockets, before stopping on both to make sure they're shattered. "Now listen again. If you come near us again, what I did to you just now will be seen as mercy. If you so much as

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say her name again, I will fucking find you. Fear is a powerful took Saint and I'm not afraid of a little blood." I walk over to Talia and untie her, taking her in a deep embrace. "I'm so glad you're okay my love." @ivette

Im mostly out of it by the time Chris arrives. I half think I’ve died and I’m being taken away to heaven. I hear people fighting but due to the blinding sun and almost inability to open my eyes, I struggle to see what’s going on. Then in proof that I’m not dreaming, I feel his hands on my face and his lips on my forehead. Please don’t leave me. I think desperation. I look up at him as he speaks to me in my mothers language. He speaks so well Then as soon as he arrived, his hands left my face and I can’t help but try to chase after his touch. I end up falling to my side as I watch the fight scene go down in front of me. I close my eyes to escape it all, just to open them once I feel the restrains coming off. I open them to see him, Chris fucking Ramos. I’ve grown to like his face and not fight him at every turn. As he swoops me up in his arms and Carrie’s me away, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bury my face in his neck. Im finally safe. I’m finally home. @Marcus

After I drive us back to shore, I carry her back to the car. Awkwardly maneuvering enough to sit her in the passenger seat. I kiss her forehead once more, before closing the door behind me. A heavy sigh leaves my breath as I recall the moments of the night. After stepping inside the car, I make it a point to grab ahold of her hand tightly. No matter what, I don't want to let go of her until I have to. I was so close to losing her and I can't let this happen again. I drive silently through the city. Only the occasional car horn or siren being the only sounds we hear aside from each other's breath. "I want you to know I meant every word I said on the yacht." We pull into the driveway of our home. The place that's only meant for us. I carry her out of the car and set her into her room. Kissing her gently. "Welcome home my love. Whatever you want, whatever you need. Say the word and it will forever be yours." @ivette

On the drive home I try not to think about the name carved into my thigh that is a painful reminder of him. Why can’t I be ok? As I watch the night lights go by I notice that I don’t recognize there area in which we are going. Once we arrive at our destination, I look around at the gorgeous green forest and the soft cozy cottage in front of us. As per usual Chris opens my door, but this time he picks me up and carries me in this adorable forest cottage. As he brings me in he plants gentle kisses on my lips that I wish to return. ‘ welcome home…… forever be yours.” Home? What’s a home? Isn’t home supposed to be safe? Will I be safe? Does that mean Chris will be here? “H-home?” My eyes full of tears as I look at you desperately trying to feel safe again. @Marcus

"Exactly. I told you I had a place for just the two of us didn't I? Admittedly, this isn't exactly how I wanted to bring you here for the first time, but here we are. Also, no one knows where this place is, just us. So you don't need to worry about anything more than just relaxing." I walk over to the bathroom and dab peroxide into a towel. "Now this is gonna sting a little bit, but it'll all be over soon." I gently tap the towel into her skin, then dress her wounds. Setting everything to the side, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her cheek. "You're safe Talia. No one will ever touch you again." @ivette

I can’t help but warm on the inside from his perfect words. I really like him. Like a lot. Shit he can’t know. But I will know…. My own little secret. As he tends to my wounds, I can’t help feeling like maybe this place could be my home. ‘You’re safe….touch you again’ Can it be true? All my years of running and hidding away from the word would be over. I wouldn’t be in pain anymore? I wrap my arms around your neck and burry my face in your neck. “Thank you. For everything” I whisper into your skin as I feel my body melt into yours. As my mind finally comes to rest. All in yours arms. All because of you @Marcus

"There's nothing to thank me for. I...I love you." The words were suspended in the air but I meant them all the same. She was a woman I'd anything and everything for and I hope in time, she'll see that and more in me. For now, I'll just hold her tight. She's mine and I will do everything to keep her. "Hey. Will you be my girlfriend?" @ivette

As I listen to his confession, there’s a small smile that creeps across my face. A small bit of joy in my darkest hours. And then the next thing he says, I can’t help the giggle. “What?” His tone shaky almost a hint of pain. Awww no “We are already Fiancés dumby. You can’t ask me to be your girlfriend if we are already engaged.” @Marcus

I can't help but hold back my laughter, join hers. Our simple moment of joy turning into a chorus of pleasure. "So what you're saying is that you love me back?" This moment simple tenderness now a small battle of affection. Will she finally admit that she feels more for me than simple disdain or indifference? Maybe in English this time as it seems like she hid her feelings in French. Although hearing her speak the language fills me with an incomparable lust for her. So I'll wait patiently for her response rather than pry. @ivette

His question, it’s simple words. Yet not a simple meaning. Am I? I could play this game a little more. “Peut-être que je le suis, peut-être que je ne le suis pas. Ma mère m'a toujours appris à être coy. Peut-être que j'aime juste les sentiments que j'ai quand tu es là.” I leave my statement with a warm wet kiss on his lips as my tongue slips through my teeth onto his lips for just a moment. Then I pull back, acting as if nothing at all happened. @Marcus

I pull her back to me and grab her by her thighs. Making sure she straddles my body. Her arms resting around my neck. "Alors vous devriez savoir que vous avez toute une vie de tels sentiments à attendre avec impatience ma précieuse fille." I press my lips into her neck. Holding her head in place to make sure I can use her body as I please. She's mine and I'll will make sure her body is never able to forget such a fact with my every touch. A gentle lick of her neck as I take a light nibble. My arms holding her figure tighter as if letting go would be my death. "My love....you will forever be mine." @ivette

A girlish giggle escapes me as Chris pulls me back onto his lap, I can’t help but feel butterflies exploding in my stomach. As my arms drape over his strong capable shoulders, then he speaks to me in beautiful French. Promising me years of wonderful feelings. When his hand wraps around my neck in a firm yet gentle grasp, in order to move my head so that it was in the perfect position for his lips to grace my neck. The soft kisses left behind, that slowly turn to sucking and biting. All the wonderful goose bumps and fireworks throughout my body, that all fizzle down into a pool between my legs. As he holds my body like it’s the most precious thing in this world. My body is his and I want to give it to him. I want him to love every part of me. I want it. I need it. “I want you.” The breathless moan escapes my mouth as he sucks on my neck. My eyes closed in pure ecstasy. @Marcus

I lift my shirt from my body at her words. I hold her close to me, feeling her shake and grind along with my body. Her tattered dress still draped over her, I take it by the neck and rip it off of her. Her body in all its beauty on full display for me. I take her and lay her gently on the bed beneath us. My lips cascading down her body as she shakes and writhes with pleasure. The slight taste of salt and blood still on her body as I kiss over her closing wounds. Starting from her neck, to her collarbone, between her breasts, hips and thighs. Each movement I take a deliberate measure to forever memorize not only her body but the sounds that escape her lips. "My love, the sounds you make are beautiful. Now I want you to sound like heaven." I dive my face between her thighs, my lips sucking onto her swollen clit. Each flick of my tongue making her wetter and louder as she succumbs to the excitement. My fingers press into her soaked slit, affording me just enough time to breathe. "My love. We're alone, I want you to scream for me." @ivette

“Oh shit…. Chris” the words escape my mouth faster then I could stop them. Did I want to stop them? Knowing what they did to him? Let him know how good your body feels. The soft kisses mixed with the little nips, set fire to my skin in all the right ways. He makes my back arch towards the sky with one brush of his lips. My minds only focus is on the Chris’s lips on my thighs now. fuck he makes me shake with desire for the things I don’t understand. ‘My love…. You to sound like heaven.’ Then his head dips in between my legs to abuse my swollen and sensitive clit. My hand finds his hair in an instant. As his lips wrap around my throbing clit, my mind falls back on my mothers tongue. “Oh mon Dieu mon amour ! Tu fais battre ma chatte de désir pour toi.” The way my body shakes in desire for this man is inconceivable. The way he knows how to perfectly use my body. The grip in Chris’s hair is the only thing holding me down to earth at this moment. Because the things that he does to my body make my soul sing. And to let him know how good his tongue feels I scream. “Oh mon dieu Chris merde, je suis à toi!” @Marcus

Her moans and screams sound like music to my ears. My fingers pressing into her thighs as her orgasm reaches it's climax, covering my face completely. Once she comes down I know I need to kiss her. I rush my pants off of my body as every cell in my body is screaming out in need to feel her beautiful and full lips against my own. I follow my instincts and am greeted by the beautiful taste of strawberries once more. The taste that makes me remember the day we first met and how I could've never imagine being here with her. "Sois à moi pour toujours mon amour." My breath is heavy on her neck. My hands gripping yours with a tension so palpable it's felt in every action we take. I press my engorged member at your soaked slit, teasing it slightly. "My love. I want you more than anything. Do you want me?" @ivette

As the orgasm racks my body and my brain is full of wonder full feelings, I feel him move from me and off the bed. I look up a second later, but then his hungry lips are already desperate for mine. The way he takes my body with the single touch of his lips to mine will never bore me. His hands trace down my arms, leaving my skin bare and aching for his touch. Finally they meet their prize, my hands. His fingers fit perfectly into mine, as he holds them and moves them to either side of my head. As he pulls away from the life giving kiss, his hot and heavy breath hits my neck. But that’s not even the newest or best feeling I feel in these moments. No, that award goes to the feeling of his hard dick slipping it’s way through my soaking lips and rubbing my clit. A surprised moan escapes me as my body is filled with a whole new kind of unimaginable pleasure. The way each of his veins rubs over my and I can feel it in perfect detail. Every bump, ridge, indent or line, I feel in perfect clarity against my most sensitive area. Oh by god does it feel amazing. A soft moan escapes my mouth as he speaks to me. ‘My love. I want you….. Do you want me?’ Then in this moment it hits me. Arent I supposed to be a virgin and stay pure for my wedding night? “Fuck I want you. But what about mmmm the mmm wedding night?” My voice full of pleasure and moans. @Marcus

"Fuck the wedding night. I'll have something else ready for that. Be mine tonight." A single moment that all the tension between us has led up to. I slowly plunge my length deep inside of her. Slowly and measurably, each stroke full of every feeling of lust and desperation I have towards her. Every moment I fill her is with silent promises of safety, compassion, pleasure, and sex that would make the devil turn away in shame. "Talia tu te sens tellement incroyable bébé. De quoi avez-vous besoin ma reine?" I take a moment to kiss her neck, bite her ear. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear with all of the adoration I have for the woman below me. In this moment, everything is perfect. She is perfect. @ivette

My heart soars at Chris need for me. Need to be in me, to fill me will all of him. To be as close to me as possible. I give him the ok and grip onto his hands for dear life, because I don’t know what is in store for me. As his huge member slips into my already sensitive and soaked pussy, a loud exasperated moan leaves my mouth. The heat the pours into my body like a lava wave across the ocean, it’s the best and most filling feeling I’ve ever felt. I’ve gone from knowing nothing about being with a man to sucking my fiancé off and having sex with him, all in the span of 48 hours. Oh fuck he’s huge. As he moves his rock hard dick in and out of me slowly so that I may adapt to his size. I feel something break, or pop inside me. My eyes go wide and a small scream escapes me as Chris goes even farther in on the next thrust. “Oh mon Dieu mon amour!” The moan escapes as my grip increases around his strong hands. The ones that hold me in every way. My legs shake with the intense pleasure his cock gives my aching pussy. “Talia tu te…… besoin ma reine?” You give me all I need my king. Fuck this is good. As I try to stumble out the words in my mind they just fall apart into moans. For after Chris realized I was fully his, his pressure and pace increased ten fold. Cause my back to arch towards his chest, causing my mind to struggle with anything other then the lovely dick pumping in and out of my absolutely drenched pussy. The peculiar feeling of my core tightening as his pace stays at a constant pace, causes my eyes to roll into the back of head. The whimpers and whines that escape my agap mouth bring incredible pleasure to the man above me. As his lips Grace the skin on my neck, my mind body and soul surrender. I am his. He doesn’t know and I don’t know when I’ll tell him. But in this moment and from now on, I belong to Chris Ramos and I couldn’t be fucking happier. @Marcus

She grinds back into my thrusts with a perfect rhythm. Each grunt that escapes my lips is met with a moan so evident and filled with her passion that this moment is all the more real. "My love, relish in the safety I provide, savor the affection I give, and love the pain I will bring you because every bit of it is for your benefit." Her face tightens at the experience that I give to her. A mix of pleasure and pain so foreign to her and the confusion of how much she loves that very same feeling. Then the exquisite feeling of feeling her body tighten under me. I relish in every bit of wetness that leaves her perfect pussy along with the light streak of blood. Those marks serving as the only evidence of what was nothing but a foregone conclusion. She's been mine since we met and now she's finally willing to accept it. Whether she will say it out loud, is for another day. The taste of her neck and the feeling of her skin under my teeth is everything. Running my fingers through her hair as my tongue is ran up her neck to her earlobe. "Talia, welcome to your desires. The more you accept them, the more I will quench your every thirst. Bow before and worship me and you will always reign over our new kingdom." And with that I squeeze her beautiful neck, continuing to fill her with every bit of me. Her body shaking and bouncing as I pound into her as hard as I can. For every bit of her teasing and attitude, for every moment of tender affection, for the apologies she's forever owed for the danger I put her in, I'll use every bit of her body as I see fit. With every sound serving of our new bond, she will never be able to forget this moment or this feeling. "Now my queen, tell me exactly how much you love knowing what a weak, pathetic slut you are. I growl into her ear, delivering to her all the frustration I've had pent up into my body for her. @ivette

His mouth on my neck, my skin between his teeth, him deep inside me, making me shake with beef and desire. Chris has entrapped me in his arms and his words. My legs and body shake with sheer pleasure. “Chris… this oh god it feels so good. I we…welcome the… desires. Oh god yes!” My back arches as my body shaking with the tightening of my core. Any words or thoughts leave my mind as his large hand wraps around my tiny neck, oh god but i don’t mind one bit. My mind goes fuzzy with the squeeze causing my breaths to come in harder. My eyes rotate back and disappear back into my head. My body is so full of pleasure I barely hear my fiancés stunning words. ‘No my queen, tell me exactly how much you love know what a weak, pathetic slut you are.’ I- how do I- do I like that? Yes yes I do. Oh god do I. As he pounds my coochie into the mattress I feel my soul leave my body for a split second ecstasy, only to be slammed back into my flesh and bones by the man who’s trying to claim me as his. “I-I’m yours. I’m yours.” The words fall out in whimpers and whines. I sound broken I know but I don’t care anymore. As the pleasure rocks my body, my logic flies out the window and that’s left is thoughts of Chris. My nails dig into his back causing pricks of blood to appear. The moaning between the two of us creates a symphony even Mozart would be jealous of. How our voices mix in perfect harmonies, one might even say it was meant to be that way. @Marcus

As her fingers dig deeper into my back, I hold onto her even more tightly. If she was a fragile woman, I'd have broken her long ago. Each proud and visceral thrust consuming me, filling her with every bit of my lust for her. I pull out of wetness long enough to pause and pull her on top of me, forcing Talia to completely impale herself with my member. As I hold her by her hips, I guide her up and down my length, my deep heavy moans filling the air. My tongue gliding between her breasts as the faint hint of the sweat making giving me a sense of euphoria. "That's right baby, you're all mine. All. Fucking. Mine. Fuck Talia, I'm going to cum. Do you want me to cum inside of you." Her moans in my ears filling me with a pleasure that I've never known. She's mine and every second of this sends my throbbing cock closer and closer to a deep orgasm. If she says yes, then I look forward to filling her perfect pussy with enough cum to watch it leak down her thighs. My mind filled with more thoughts of us. Me, using her sexy body in ways that she could only imagine and that only I know how she loves it. If she says no, then I'll bring her down to her knees and look into those beautiful eyes of hers as I fill her throat to the brim.I whisper for only myself to hear, yet still not caring, though desiring, that she does. "I love you Talia Ramos." @ivette

When he tells me that he’s going to cum, my body is filled with need. I don’t know where it comes from or how it’s there. But oh do I fucking need it. Need him. I need every ounce of him. All of it. I need it all. “Yes go please…. Im gonna cum with you.” I whimper and moan loudly. The sounds escaping my mouth are euphoric and full of pleasure. My body shakes and my mind full pleasure. As the pleasure overwhelms my body causing it to shake more as the orgasm racks my body. My core clenching and pulsing as waves of pleasure wash over my shaking body. The scream that rips its self from my throat in an attempt to release the built up pleasure. Is more of a war cry than a cry of any other kind. I drag my nails up his back causing lines to form up his back. @Marcus

As I reach my orgasm, my body shudders as I hold her as tightly as possible. I've never felt so close to this woman or this satisfied in my life. I take a moment to just appreciate her beauty before enveloping her lips with my own. For once, I'm not doing this to claim her body or existence as my own, but to shower her with the love and affection she deserves. My mind replays the last few days in the span of a moment. Her punching me in the jaw for first meeting. Taking her first kiss on the front porch. Grabbing her perfect ass in front of her family. The punch from her ring that's still left a mark. The dinner date that changed how I see her forever. Chasing her through the forest. The breakfast date that quickly changed into chaos. Rushing through the hospital looking like a crazy person for my love. Fighting Saint for her. All of it worth it for this singular moment. Clutching her body, desperate for more of her, I lay her onto the bed. I brush her hair to the side of her face, my fingers holding strands between them. I part my lips gently as if her lips could provide the last drop of water for me. "That was amazing. You're amazing Talia." @ivette

The climax hits me like a ton of bricks, but it’s the best ton of bricks in my life. My entire body tensed in a glorious rhythm, the intensity risking to overflow and crash to the ground. My fingers curling into his back begging him to come close as he slams himself out of my unworthy hole. I Can no longer hold the tense body shape when he explodes inside me. “Chris!” I scream as the orgasm hits, I tensing, and untensing my body. My back arches and falls. Whimpers and moans cascade out of my mouth like a waterfall of praises. Never enough to show how amazing I feel. All my sounds are cut short by his beautifully intoxicating lips. As they take mine, I can’t help but give back the kiss with one of my own. The moment between us, this one, starts a totally new chapter for me and him. One where neither of us are alone. We have each other now. As he slowly lays be back and plays with the strands on my face, I can’t help but see the boy under the man. The little boy who grew up probably to a similar way I did, I see him and he sees me. ‘That was amazing.’ I couldn’t agree more. ‘Youre amazing Talia.’ The smile starts slow but it spreads across my face. “You were amazing Chris.” The words couldn’t be more true. @Marcus

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The overpowering bliss and euphoria escapes my body and is replaced with only my love for woman next me. Every time I lay my lips upon her beautiful body, I think of all we've been through. All the things she must have experienced to be and react the way she does. "I meant it. I'm going to do everything I can to keep you safe. Even from our families. No one will hurt you again. And if you so desire, I will never leave your side." I move her hair to the sides of her face, kissing her forehead gently. Every bit of my affection for her in this one simple act. "Stay here Talia. I'll be back in a bit, mkay?" @ivette

Hes going to keep me safe. I’m finally loved. I’m safe. it was a strange feeling to feel safe and I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. But I knew I’d never want to leave. As he kissed my forehead, a smile dawns on my face. True and real. He actually makes me happy. I look up at him as he speaks. ‘Stay here Talia. I’ll be back in a bit, mkay?’ I nod and bring his face down to mine and place a kiss on his lips. I couldn’t have seen this turning out this way but god was I glad. “I might pass out. But I’ll be here.” @Marcus

"That's cute. I'm just going to the kitchen babe." I walk over out of the room, the cold floor against my feet. With each step, I feel a lightness to my body. feeling almost weightless. The tension from tonight seemed to evaporate from my body. Then the thought that maybe she saved me just like I did her came to mind. I don't have to be something I don't want to be any more. I grab two glasses and fill them with water and go to take a sip, which turns into me gulping down the whole glass. The cold water fills my body and cools it down. I fill the glass once more and take them back to the bedroom. My princess lying on the bed, looking as gorgeous as ever. Her raven-black hair draped down her body. Her curves as alluring and tantalizing as ever. She really is a view worth dying for. "You. Look. Perfect." I plant a small kiss on her forehead and set our glasses down. "Water, might be a good idea to drink some before bed." @ivette

As he walks away, I move my body aching as it is under Neath the covers. The silk sheets, and the puffy duvet envelop me and a hug, so warm that it could’ve been a mothers. I close my eyes, allowing the softness to wash over me. I let sleep lull into my mind. As my heavy eyes start to close, I hear my future husband walked back into the room. I have in my eyes just to see him admiring my body. He doesn’t have a full view of it, just enough of the covers, hugging my beautiful curves. I can’t help but smile when he tells me how perfect I look. It never ceases to amaze me how much his words just warm my soul. A kiss on the forehead is always a wonderful sensation, warmth pressed from his lips into my simple skull. Allowing blush to creep onto my cheeks from the softness in his voice to the strength of his hands. As he takes a seat on the bed, offering me a glass of water. I take a sip only to realize I greedily gulping down the water. I didn’t realize how parched I was until he gave me the glass. Though I appreciate the water, it’s gone in less than five seconds. I put the glass on the nightstand and look up at him. “ I think I’m going to pass out. My eyes just feel so heavy. Thank you for tonight. It’s been like …… heaven.” as I say, the final words, my eyes start to droop. Sleep, begging me to follow it into the darkness. Into the comfort of the stars above. Tonight…. Tonight was a good night. @Marcus

As she drinks from the glass, I crawl into bed with her. Not shocked at all from the sight of her gulping down her glass as well, chuckling to myself at how similar we are. Then wondering how similar are we. She seems the type to have had little control over her life and I guess I was given freedom, but not to be myself. Something I feel like I have a chance with her, for her. ' I think I’m going to pass out. My eyes just feel so heavy. Thank you for tonight. It’s been like …… heaven' Those words, those simple words mean everything to me. Make me feel like all of the bull shit was worth it in the grand scheme of things. Yeah, I could've down without the boat ride from hell, but right now? Everything is just perfect. I wouldn't change anything. I kiss her beautiful lips again, gently, lovingly. Making sure every bit of my adoration for her is felt. "Of course Talia. I love you so much." And before the final word left my lips, I watched her drift into the dream world. Soon after, I follow her. ---- I wake up the sound of birds chirping, the slight ray of sunshine running into the room. A warmth to go along with the feeling in my chest when I see her next to me. Confirming that everything really did happen last night. The silk against our skin feeling like heaven. She's beautiful, perfect. My desire for her only growing. I shift my weight over and tuck under the sheets.

11:05 PM

I spread her legs gently as to not wake her up yet. The soft glisten from her wetness the only invitation I need to bury my face between her thighs. She tastes sweeter than honey and I enjoy every second of my tongue pressed against her clit. @ivette

He kisses me into my sleep. I couldnt have asked for a better send to sleep. The dream land pulled me under and allows me to fall down into a comfortable dream land. ~~~~ The warm sun hits my body but it does not wake me, only warms me to smile and relax. As you press your tongue to me, a slight moan escapes my lips. I’m still asleep yet my dream world is slowly being pulled from me. I am just slightly wet, from the night before. This allows me to just taste like heaven. @Marcus

As she stirs slightly, the warmth shining through the windows falling upon our bodies, I grip her thighs tightly. Her soft clit under my tongue as her body begins to react to the focused pressure I direct to it. The orgasm shifting through her body my only goal. I kiss slowly up her body from her hips, to her stomach, breasts, neck and finally her perfect lips. My teeth biting her bottom lip as I pull her body close to my own. That beautiful taste of strawberries making my heart skip a beat as it takes on a new meaning to me. "Good morning beautiful. What do ya wanna do today?" @ivette

As your tongue coxes out an orgasm from my sleepy body, I moan praises of your name. I arch as the orgasm racks my body, after that Chris’s lips kiss up my heavy body. Finally he kisses the place I wanted him to the most, my lips. The small kiss is all I could’ve asked for, the soft touch yet enough to electrify my sleepy body. I wake up in the best way possible. When he pulls away, which I don’t like, I show my distaste for the departure of his lips from mine with a pout. “I want to stay here. It’s the home I’ve wanted. Just be here with you. Nothing else. Just us.” @Marcus

Talia is so cute when she pouts. The way she crosses her arms and her lip is so exaggerated. She really is the perfect woman for me. I stroke her hair behind her ears, kissing her forehead. "That's easy enough babygirl. I won't be long, just gonna make us some breakfast. If you'd like, you're free to keep me company." I take her face into my hands, looking into those beautiful chocolate eyes for a moment before kissing her. "Like I told you, you'll never be alone again." I kiss down to her shoulder and step away. Kissing her hand at her knuckles a single time before parting. Walking towards the kitchen already with a breakfast plan in mind. Looking into the fridge grabbing eggs, bacon and sausage along with finding all the pans necessary for a nice, simple breakfast.

1:36 PM

@ivette

The smile that spreads across my face from this man’s words and touches, is unmistakable. It’s real, so pure and true. Chris makes me happy. Those are the words that I think when I see him kiss my knuckles. I watch him with love in my eyes. He promises to never let me be alone again, god I hope he’s right. I watch him saunter away, giggling as he looks so confident and happy. As I move to put my feet on the floor, my legs shake beneath me. Being the stubborn bitch that I am, I force myself to stand up. I stumble but catch myself on the wall. Biting my lip from the reminded memory of last night and again this morning. The explosion of butterflies in my stomach was enough of a proof that I’d be very pleased all of my days. As long as he doesn’t grow board, like dad did. Like your brothers do. I look at the floor and lean against the wall. @Marcus

The heat from the stove warms my body as I clumsily put together this simple breakfast. I've done this countless times, but this time, it feels different. Each stir of the spatula making it feel more familiar, but more uncertain when I realize what exactly it is. This is the first time I've cooked for someone. Not just making breakfast that people happened to it, but with the express purpose to fill them with my love and affection for them. As I plate the food, I find myself thinking about the past few days and how far along we'd come. If I told the Talia that I'd first met that not only would she love me, but she'd be happy to see me and I'd make her breakfast, would she believe me? Would the Talia that drew my blood with her ring be shocked to learn that she wanted to be mine and that we'd soon make love? As I plate the food, chuckling to myself I feel my phone vibrate. It's Dad. Fuck. "Hey pops. Yeah yeah. We're good and she's safe with me. Ain't a thing to worry about. Just tell the Quinn's that their darling princess wants to stay with me. If they don't believe me, give them my number and they can here it from her. We'll be at the wedding, just wanted time to ourselves, mkay? See ya soon pops." Jesus Christ I forgot how overbearing the families could be. Still, the priority is her. I walk back into the room with our food and still I never get tired of noticing how beautiful she is. "Breakfast is served my love." @ivette

I stand there leaning against the wall as my mind races with questions about my future and whether this was all a maroge and I made all my pleasure filled memories up. And that all the gestures that Chris made towards me I was reading too far into. Maybe it was just an act to get me down that asile…. Maybe he just wanted to get it over with… I leaned my head on the wall, so deep in my head that I forget that I am naked. As I stand there with everything out in the open, the only thing to bring me back is his voice. ‘Breakfast is served my love.’ He’s soft tambour and gentle drone to his voice bring me back into reality. I look up at him and as his eyes trace over my body, that’s when it hits me. I was naked in front of him. Fuck… I quickly cover myself as best I can with my arms and hands. My eyes look around my immediate vicinity for anything to wear, or cover myself with. As I see nothing, I turn my eyes back on Chris and rosy red blush creeps into my cheeks. “T-thank you si- Chris. Thank you Chris.” The embarrassment can be heard in my voice, not that I’m embarrassed of him I’m just not used to being fully seen. @Marcus

I place the food down and rush to her side "Come here babygirl. There's nothing to thank me for." I kiss her forehead, then her cheek and finally her lips, pulling her into me with that. Such a simple moment that meant the world to me. "Hey, there's nothing to worry about. I'm right here. Let's just take a seat and just enjoy the moment okay? And later on, we can either go to your place and pick upi your clothes or we can go shopping and I'll buy you anything and everything you'd like. There's no rush. It's all up to you my love." I reach over and take the plate and enjoy our first home breakfast with Talia. Every bite better than the last. I guess it's true what they say. Food is always better when you're in love. @ivette

When his arms wrap around me all the voices cease, they stop. Silence is graced to my tired and loud brain. He kisses my forehead cheek and finally his lips meet mine. The zing that fires down my body from his lips is all I needed to know that he wasn’t faking it. And he meant the words he’d said last night, I of course am a sucker for Chris’s kisses. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and neck, allowing his lips to sink into mine, like the embrace of the newly wed couple. The movement is surprisingly natural for me. As he brings me back to silken sheets, where not 10 hours ago were filled with us in a passionate embrace, with him inside me and me wrapped around him in every way. A smile spreads across my face as I think of the memory. He finally tells me the plan for the day, and of course he makes me make the decision. Hes honestly is so cute… all I could’ve dreamed of. I look over at him as he eats the breakfast, I find myself smiling at him. I could honestly get used to this. I go back to eating the breakfast, which is absolutely amazing. But after finishing majority of a it, I could help it anymore. I put my plate and his aside, I moved into his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. My hands find there way into his hair, tangling into the beautiful curls. I pull them back gently to tilt his head back. “You’re so hot. And it’s all mine.” With that I claim his lips with my own. I wanted him to know I loved and needed him in every way that he’d shown me, he would never be alone…. I would never be alone. We had each other, the rest of the world could fuck off for all I cared. I had my king and he had his queen. The rest didn’t matter, only us. And I’d do everything to keep it that way. @Marcus

As she wraps her arms around me neck, I feel the warmth in my chest spread throughout my body. His lips providing me with every bit of the affection and love I'll need for the rest of my life. My arms wrapping around her tightly as I return these same amorous machinations. She's my love. My home. The words she spoke before she kissed me reverberating through my mind. It's all mine. I knew this without fail. I would always be hers just like she'd always be mine. I pull away for just a moment to look into her beautiful brown eyes. The look in her eyes filling me with everything I never knew I needed. Taking her by the hand so we can stand, I pull her close to me and kiss her cheek. "It's not much, but I have enough clothing for you to last a few days. Get dressed and meet me in the car. And don't make me wait. Life gets a bit dull when you're not around." I step out and throw on simple clothes. A v-neck white shirt, black pants and shoes. Just simple enough to feel like myself and not stand out. Grabbing the keys on the way out, I make a mental note to return the car to my brother. Guess I owe him a favor after all. But knowing Talia's safe? That makes it all fucking worth it. @ivette

As he breaks our embrace, he stands up, holding my hand. I enjoy the feeling of his hand in mine, or it is soft anymore. It feels like home. I am finally home, and I have a home that is my own. He tells me to go get dressed, and that he has a few clothes for me. But he also throws in a comment about how I shouldn’t make him wait too long, for life gets door when I’m not around. I can’t help but let the giggle bubbling in my stomach burst out in a joyful noise. “Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are?” With that I kissed him for a minute. As I pull away and look at the man in front of me, I can’t help but smile. But I do wanna tease him for a minute, so I get really close to his lips in the bite by mine and quickly walk away. Be able to get into the bathroom before he’s able to grab it. As I’m closing the bathroom door, I can see you the tease on his face. A smirk comes on my face and lock the door. And I quickly get changed and do some make up. He was right he did have some clothing for me, a cute little sundress should do the trick. @Marcus

Once Talia came out to the car, the biggest smile crept along my face. To say she looked perfect was an understatement. Every time my eyes fall upon this woman, my woman, I'm reminded by exactly how beautiful she is and how lucky I am to have met her when I did. I give her a soft peck on the cheek. "Alright my love. I do think I owe you an aquarium date." As I pull out of the drive way, I turn on the radio. The sounds of the forest and the sounds of our love for once not the only sounds we get to hear. The familiar weaving of the road feels almost as much as home as any and all time I get to spend the with Talia. Singing along to the tunes that sound so nostalgic. Upon pulling into the parking lot, I make sure to kiss my love. This was supposed to be our date after breakfast until Saint took that from us. Now, we're going to reclaim that part of the day. I send her a soft smile and speak only a single sentence. "Are you ready to go my queen?" @ivette

As soon as I step outside the door, I can see the smile upon Chris’ face. The way he admired me just made me feel so safe. Like nothing in this world would ever be able to touch me again. and then the kids up on my cheek just seals those nice thoughts that he only ever will care for me. ‘ all right my love. I do think I owe you an aquarium date.’ God could he get any cuter? I might be falling but fuck it feels nice. he helps me into the car and we drive along feeling just like two people. We’re just a couple. Just Talia and Chris. No Ramos or Quinn to deal with. We’re just two kids in love. As we pulled into the parking lot of the aquarium I literally am almost jumping out of my seat to get inside. ‘ are you ready to go my queen?’ Hell yes I am! I giggle and kiss him. The soft touch of our lips will never grow old. I love every single time that I get to kiss my future husband. “I am so ready.” The smile on my face as they say those words nearly beams sunshine. @Marcus

As we walk inside I make it a point to grip her hand tightly. The sparse crowd making this date feel more relaxed as the seconds go by. This was the way that day was supposed to go. The day that was taken from us. But now, we have something all the better for it as sick as they may sound. I guide her to the bench in front of the giant water tank. Hundred of fish all living peacefully together as they swarm and separate effortlessly. Each one trapped but seemingly so satisfied with their existence. "You know. I used to feel like these fish. Caged in my surroundings, but content as long I got to live ya know? Just okay with simply existing and not really thinking about anything other that the life I lived every day. Then I met this raven haired beauty that seemed so keen on fighting me at every turn, that I started to realize that being free, completely free, really is the most satisfying feeling. You taught me that happiness, real happiness was something worth going after unquestionably. Thank you for that Talia. I love you." I wrap my arms around her, burying my face into her neck. Making sure to give her gentle kisses along her neck. Nibbling gently before finally kissing her neck. @ivette

He leads me to the aquarium in my mind is blown as I see all the tanks and fish swimming around, completely oblivious to the world that they are trapped within. I also noticed firm grip up on my hands that Chris has. It brings me joy to know that he doesn’t wanna let go of my hand, I’ll be sure to hold his hand just as tight. He’s slowly, but unintentionally dominant, leads me over to a bench. as I am watching the fish swim around, I can’t help, but feel related to them. Well, not biologically, but then experience wise. Then I hear the sweet honey voice of my husband to be, and I turn my eyes upon him as though he is the only thing in the world worth noticing. He’s words are ones I understand within my heart and soul, he was just like me. Trapped in a place called a house but it wasn’t his home. Home is safe, he nor I ever got that feeling of safety. As the man before me pours out his heart for me to hear, I can’t help but lift my hand to his face as he speaks to me. “I love you too Chris.” I whisper in his ear as his face has found it’s way into my neck, giving it gentle lovings, which only cause a colony of butterflies to buzz around with in my stomach. I’m sure to wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders to bring him closer to me. @Marcus

I look around to see the sparse amount of people within this room, I smiled at the small amount of public privacy we’d afforded. I pull his face from my neck, though I didn’t wish for I love the kisses and nips upon my neck. I needed him to look at me. Once his face was in my hands and looking me in the eyes, I finally spoke. “You have pulled me from the burn house I call my family house. It was a gilded cage to put it nicely. I wasn’t treated with any kind of respect, so I fought being tied down with you because I thought you’d be just like my brothers…..” I kiss him softly.” But you weren’t you changed my views on men and how people could be. I was no longer locked my tower, now I’m free…. I’m free with you. And I couldn’t wait to see what awaits us in the future.” I kiss his cheek and down his jaw to ear, as I whisper the next words I put his hands on my stomach. “ Maybe have a family of our own.” @Marcus

Her words sound like a symphony in my ears, almost bringing tears to my eyes. "In due time, I promise. Let's get going." As we walked past through the tanks, I held her hand tightly. Excited for our not so distant future. Such a simple moment that means everything to me. Such a simple moment that I have to show my affection and appreciation for her. I don't want to think about the past anymore. This is everything that could ever matter now. I pull her by her arm into the small space between the two buildings of the aquarium and push her against the wall. My lips envelop hers as I begin to taste that familiar sweetness. My hands gripping onto her curves as if this desperate moment was the last of my life. My fingers digging deeper into the soft fabric covering her porcelain flesh. My lips part from hers just to turn her around and say a single single sentence before kissing her neck. "I need you now." @ivette

His promise to make a family with me ignites a sensation within my body that causes my stomach to flutter with butterflies. I never thought I’d want family, let alone a family with a Ramos. But I find myself wanting a kid and wanting it to be Chris’. After our special moment just shared between the two of us, he holds my hand tightly leading me through all the tanks. I don’t mind the guiding, though normal I would be opposed to pulled through a building, but I’m too entranced by the swimming fish in the tanks. Chris pulls me into a mostly secluded area, though someone could walk by at any moment. Before I can protest the publicity of this semi secluded area, his lips capture mine in a kiss that sends shivers through my body that all settle within my core. Undoubtedly soaking my core as well as the underwear I put on this morning. Determined to have the same impact on him, my lips capture the same intensity of Chris’. The entire moment sets my body on fire, almost as if it’s become a live wire. All the heat my body experiences, settle directly between my legs causing them to wobble like jelly. I would’ve fallen if not for Chris’ hands digging into my hips holding me in place. ‘I need you now.’ Those for words are enough to pull a moan from my lips. Once his lips connect with my neck with the same intensity as his need for my lips, my hand more around him and gripping onto his hair. My head falling back against the wall as my eyes roll back into my head. “Oh god Chris….” My body desperate to have him closer, I pull him against my body pushing me farther into the wall. Though is doesn’t bother me, for I need him and for him to take me like he did in our cottage not too long ago. “I need you. Take me. Please Chris.” My words fall out of my mouth breathless and shaking with the need for my fiancé. @Marcus

I turn her around, pressing her against the concrete. My face buried into her neck as I hurriedly pull both her and my own pants down, plunging the full length of myself into her wetness. With each deep stroke, I can't help but revel in how much of a perfect fit she is for me. With every thrust I can feel her dripping with satisfaction. My fingers pressing deep into her, giving me as much leverage as possible. I bite down on her neck, the faint salt from her perfume coating my lips. "Fuck you feel so good babygirl." I pull out of her just to pull her pants completely off of her, lifting her by her thighs and pressing into her. "I want to look you in the eye when I cum inside of you." Each measured movement of my hips, filled with every ounce of lust and love for this woman that I now hold in my arms. Every few moments, I glance through my peripherals making sure she doesn't have an audience she isn't asking for, but still make sure there's no doubt that her every longing need is filled and satisfied. "Come on. I'm so fucking close, now cum for me." @ivette

Right after Chris confirmation to take me he wastes no time turning me around to press my front into the concrete wall in front of us. The alley way has enough cover for the moment but the fact that anyone could walk by as see him taking me is in a way exciting. It becomes more exhilarating when my skirt goes up and his length once again fills my walls perfectly. That moment couldn’t be more perfect than having him within me. I decide to let him know my pleasure by releasing a small moan. It reverberates out of my chest, “mmmm fuck Chris…” The connection from his teeth to my neck makes my brain short circuit, only for it to increase when his voice hits my already fried brain. Only after that does he pull out of me only to rip my sundress farther to then pick me up to be around his waist. Much to my pleasure he once again enters me, cause another moan to pull from my lips. His feverish pace causes my legs to shake as he tells me to look him in the eye. I try my best to keep eye contact but it has always been hard for me. So i break it several times. He doesn’t relent and I can feel him swell within me which causes my orgasm to come to the forfront of my brain. As he tells me to cum, I feel my legs shiver around his waist as my orgasm pulses through my core. My breathing is labored and shaky. I wait for his orgasm to follow my own as my body has the need to be filled. @Marcus

My hands gripping on to her waist as I press my lips to her neck. My eye closed as I take in every bit of our current reality. What would have been a moment of carnal lust thrown away for simple and immediate gratification weeks ago is now a simple and direct measure of my love. That very same love now swelling into pure and adulterated pleasure as I fill her with every drop of my seed. As this orgasm fades, her words replay slightly in my head. The thought of having a family wasn't necessarily a foreign concept. It was all but decided for me when I was born that I'd have children, a son. I'm a Ramos after all and we raise strong men. Strength and loyalty above all else. Now, here I am balls deep into a Quinn. My Quinn. Talia is my love and light and she means everything and more to me. Someone I never want to live this life or any without. If we have a son or daughter, I can only hope they take after her brilliance and beauty. I rest my face into the crevice of her neck. My lips gently taking in her skin as my arms wrap around her waist. "I love you so much Talia, more than I could ever put properly into words. Let's get ourselves together. I think it's best if we got out of here. Is there anywhere you want to go?" @ivette

My legs shake from the experience my body was just blessed with. The feeling of Chris within me has me both elated with new love and full of laughter at the irony of our situation. A set up. A marriage that was supposed to be in paper only, has turned into what anyone could say is a love match. Having my Chris is the best part of my day. Whether it is a simple kiss or a feverish fuck in the alleyway, he is constantly reminding me of the love between us that has come forward in such a small amount of time. “I love you too darling,” I whisper in his ear as my breath calms. “I agree we should get out of here, I don’t know where. You chose.” I smile as my hands softly play with his hair. The smell is enough to help me lull into a sense of safety. I never want moments like this to end between us. I want it just to be the two of us, no more Quinn Ramos drama. Just us and our family. @Marcus

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