His Pretty Toy by Shanna Handel
Chapter 19
Trent
I play with her bottom, lubing the entrance and the inside of it. I love punishing my girl. Other couples might fight, call each other names. I just spank her when she pisses me off. And damn, did she deserve it this time.
I knew she hadn’t registered, it was a gut feeling. I wasn’t surprised at all when the registrar’s office confirmed what I already knew; she’d never gone by their office at all.
She’s so comfortable here, redecorating with her limitless budget, painting, working on her mural, why would she want to go back to school? But I care too much about her to let her get this close and not achieve her dreams. I won’t be the one who got in the way of her finishing school.
And it looks like I’ll have to be the one to be sure she doesn’t get in her own way, either.
I’m more than happy to take on the responsibility. Her ass looks lovely, all bright pink, almost red. Her legs are spread for me, those sexy, virginal white panties tight around her thighs.
Her sex peeks at me from between her cheeks, glistening and swollen, begging for my attention. Not today. Today, I’m going to fuck her in the ass for the first time. I’ll make it hurt, but I’ll make sure she comes, too.
I may be a devil, but I’m not a monster.
I give her ass a slap, just to watch her jump. I carefully roll on a condom, then slather my cock with lube. I grab her hips, lining the head of my cock up with her pretty little rosebud. “Are you ready to take me?”
“No…” There’s a whine in her voice and I just know she’s biting that luscious bottom lip of hers.
“I think you are.” I press against her. She’s so fucking tight. I push harder while simultaneously pulling her hips toward me. I push until finally, the head of my cock pops past those unwilling muscles, entering her.
She gives a whimper.
I smooth my hand over her back. “Take me.”
I enter her further. Her hands slide across the wood as she lowers further on the desk, her breasts pushed against the wood. She’s so tight I have to fight for every inch. “How does it feel?”
“It’s so tight, it burns.” Her voice rises. “But it feels funny too, like… it’s making me all wet.”
Fucking adorable. I move slowly until almost the full length of my cock is inside her, and I can’t get any deeper. I pull back and thrust forward.
“Oh! Unh…” Her fingers clutch at the desk.
I fuck her, slowly at first, then harder and faster. Her ass locks down around me, making my balls rise up, tension winding like a spring in the base of my cock. My fingers sink into her soft hips as I push her forward, then bring her slamming back into me, my balls hitting against her ass.
“Oh, my god! That hurts… but… oh, my god… I’m going to… I’m going to come!”
I give her ass a good hard smack. “Not before me.”
“I can’t… I can’t hold it in…” she whines.
“You come and we start the whole thing over again. Starting with you going over my lap. You need to learn to obey and you don’t come till I say.” I fuck her harder.
She’s whining, whimpering, her weight shifting on her feet like she’s got to pee. She’s learned her lesson. “Please!”
“You can come now.”
“Oh… unh… ah… ohmygodohmygod… oh. My. God. Treeeeeent!”
When she screams my name, it makes me come. My load shoots forth, filling the condom. My cock pulses as I hold her against me, as deep as I can be inside her for those final, satisfying twitches. The climax warms my skin, loosening my limbs. All the tension drains from my body.
I give her ass a smack, pulling out from her.
She lays spent over the desk, not moving, not even bothering to pull her dress down. She looks so beautiful lying over my desk, all used up by me, her ass red from my punishments. I don’t think I’ll have a problem with her hiding things from me again.
Not now that I have a paddle with her name on it.
She shoots the paddle a dirty look as she finally rises. Her skirt falls down in place. She puts her hands up under her skirt, shimmying as she pulls her panties up.
I pull her to me for a deep kiss. “Did you learn your lesson?”
She looks up at me from under her lashes, whispering shyly, “Yes, sir.”
“Now go and put your paddle away.”
She gives me a do I have to look, but she obeys, lifting the paddle like it’s a wet, stinky dog and taking it back to the drawer.
“Good girl.” I kiss her forehead. With a swat on her ass, I send her off to clean herself up.
Two days later I drop her off at school. I feel like a proud papa. I even packed her lunch. Ham and cheese with the crusts cut off.
As I pull away, I think of how much I’ve changed over the past few months. How much she’s changed me. When I think over all the good things in my life, they’re all connected to her.
I even found out another secret she’d been hiding. Apparently once she left Paris, in her little free time, she was looking for my brother. Since it was her sister who was part of the wreck, she felt partially responsible.
She was doing her own research. She’d gotten Marcus’ number from Gretchen and she’d been contacting him from time to time with bits and pieces of ideas she’d come up with. She swore Gretchen and Marcus to secrecy and she must have gotten a hold of a part of their hearts too, because neither of them told me.
That’s just who she is, isn’t it? Someone willing to take responsibility for others’ actions. Someone who put her entire future on hold for two little girls who weren’t even hers. Someone who wants you even when you can be kind of an asshole.
She’s the kind of woman who makes you want to put a ring on her finger.
And that’s just what I intend to do.
There’s a five-carat emerald-cut diamond in a platinum setting sitting in a red leather box in the drawer of my desk. I’ve ordered it from Bachman’s in New York. Gretchen says they’re the best. I’m just waiting for the right moment.
I pick Ashley up after class. Her smile is all sunshine and she talks excitedly the entire way home, telling me about every painting she’s memorized so far for her first Art History exam.
For dinner, we have her favorite to celebrate; white wine and a thin pasta with a cream-based sauce. She’s exhausted by her day and I tuck her under the covers, taking the opportunity to call Nathan over to watch a late game with me.
We clink our beers together in the movie room. “Cheers.”
“You have to make eye contact when you cheers or it’s seven years bad luck.” My brother flashes me a grin, taking a swig of his beer.
“Who told you that nonsense?” The beer is ice cold. Delicious.
He flashes a devilish wink. “Who do you think?”
“Gretchen?” I give a groan. “God I can’t believe you’re going out with my assistant, for god’s sake. Do we have to share everything because we’re family? And isn’t she like ten years older than us?”
He shrugs. “I like a woman who knows what she’s doing. Alright—quiz me.”
We do this every time I see him as part of his therapy. I ask him questions about our past, giving him clues, and he tries to piece together the rest of the picture. He’s getting damn good at it, really damn good. His doctors say he’s gained over twenty-five percent of his long term memory back and it’s only been a few weeks.
When he gets tired of the game, he leans back in his seat, watching the game. His eyes stay forward, his tone dropping. “Tell me, are you in love?”
His question comes from nowhere. It surprises me.
Am I in love?
I know I want to marry her. I know I’m going to marry her. I know I can’t live without her. I know I want to be with her for the rest of our lives.
But love? I don’t think I’ve ever been in love. I shake my head. “I don’t think I’m capable of being in love.”
He gives a dark laugh, holding out his beer bottle. “Cheers to that.”
A heavy silence hangs between us. We both know what we’re thinking—I filled him in enough to know we weren’t loved as kids. We were cared for, well taken care of. But love? We really don’t know what that is other than the brotherly love we have for one another.
He leaves around two, telling me Gretchen’ll be giving him hell for coming home so late. We share a laugh and a hug. I feel warm, happy, whole as I climb the stairs to my bedroom. I know what waits for me there and it make me feel like all is right with the world.
When I get to the room, the bed is empty and cold. “Ashley?” I search for her everywhere.
She’s gone.
My first thought goes to Derik. I call Marcus, filling him in. I call Nathan back to the house. “We have to find her. He could be out there.”
“We had access to the body, the fingerprints matched.” Marcus shakes his head. “It can’t be him.”
But I have a strange feeling he’s still out there.
I have Marcus stay at the house in case she returns. I have Nathan walk the grounds. He knows them like the back of his hand from exploring them as a kid. It was one of the first things to come back to him.
I take off for her apartment. It’s the first place I’ll look, then I’ll go to her mom’s place. I don’t call over there because I know the kids are sleeping and I don’t want to wake them. Not yet. Not till I know more.
I take the Maserati, making record time on the empty streets. I look up to the third floor, remembering that first time I came over here, turning her over my knee, demanding she fulfill my contract. My cock stirs at the thought.
Fuck—her light’s on. Someone is up there. I take the stairs two at a time. All three flights just as I did on that night.
I don’t bother knocking, figuring having the element of surprise on my side is best. I throw the door open, half expecting to find her tied to a chair, maniac Derik holding a knife to her throat.
That’s not what I find at all.
