Possessive by Lena Little
6
Paul
“Let go of me,” she snaps, jerking violently in my grasp.
I guide her a few more feet, down the courthouse steps and around an ally on the adjacent side, letting go of her.
She spins away from me in a cloud of raven hair and my hands close around her waist, caging her hips as I flatten her to the side of the building.
My lips come down hard on hers, stamping my ownership onto her mouth like a notary public. My kiss is not only to remind her who she belongs to but also meant to calm her down more than rile her up. It’s a promise of things to come and hopefully gets her mind off the fact I just took her out of a public government building, in public view of a lot of people, caveman style. The only way to have done it in a more Neanderthal way would have been to throw her over my shoulder or drag her by her hair, but nobody hurts my girl, especially me.
“You disobeyed me, Princess. Your king’s not happy.” I slide a hand between the wall and her ass, cupping it hard, my fingers digging into her shorts. “We’re going to have a long talk about what you did.”
“Judging by the ridge in your pants that’s pressing against my belly, you like it when I make my own decisions like the adult that I am. You seem to enjoy it when I go rogue, don’t you…Daddy?” she says sarcastically.
“There’s my sweetheart,” I compliment, kissing her neck. “Feisty as fuck,” I whisper into her ear before nibbling her lobe.
Her breath shudders as she scrubs her palm over the rising bulge behind my zipper.
“How am I supposed to keep my pants zipped up, let alone on when you’re running around town barely bothering to wear any?” I look down at those damn short shorts of hers that have me riled up and jealous as hell of all the other men who saw her today, perceived her to be a sexual object, and wrongfully thought they might have a chance with her. “This is Daddy’s ass now,” I squeeze her globes hard, “Has been since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Says who?” she belts out.
“Same man who claimed this belly right along with it,” I add, pressing my caged rod against her stomach as I jerk her close, grinding her bare stomach into my groin. “Gonna get it big and round when I fill you with my seed. Breed you. You’re gonna be spitting out my babies like a slot machine in Vegas stuck on triple cherries. Can’t wait for that final claim on you, Little Girl. Make you my woman once and for all.”
She sucks in a breath as we both go still as statues.
“You’re not going to get far after you get found out for what you did to those two guards?” she tests.
“You mean the service to the world I just did, free of charge no less.”
“You could have killed them.”
“If I wanted to kill them just then they’d already be dead. Better to maim them, like in battle. A dead soldier is one dead soldier. A wounded soldier needs up to ten people to rescue him, transport him, attend to him, and get him back on the battlefield. Better just to rough those pieces of trash up, leave them there for everyone to see what happens when someone tries to disrespect women, especially my woman. That shit doesn’t fly in the town that I call home.”
“First of all, a soldier can be a woman too, old man. Catch up with the times. And second of all, this isn’t a town. This is a city.”
“Size doesn’t matter,” I remark and she gives my balls a good grab.
“Doesn’t it?” she teases. Little brat.
“Not in the way I meant. You know what I mean. One man is enough to make a change if it’s the right man. One with enough conviction in his beliefs, morals…promises of the future, and the knowledge of where he wants to raise his children, making sure the community is safe.”
“One man?”
“You gonna lecture me again, telling me it could be one woman?”
“No, because you just did. But still…you really think one person can take on an entire army?”
“One gets the ball rolling and then it starts a movement. If one man acts right then other men have to fall in line. Not that they should have to be told, but most men these days aren’t exactly that. Most people that anatomically qualify as male leave a lot to be desired if real men are going to make an appearance again in this world. Anytime soon at least. And in any sort of size that makes a sustainable difference.” I pause, ending the lecture. “Plus I didn’t sign any parole check-in papers. I was never here. And I’m sure none of those women are going to turn me in if someone comes asking. And if they do, I’m sure you can see the pussies that ducked their heads in the sand like ostriches and apparently have been doing so for a damn long time will do the same again.”
“So you’re not going to kill them?”
“I didn’t say that. I said ‘right now.’ Better to wait until there is a record of me being there, so everyone knows who not to fuck with. And the most important of instilling that fear is that it extends to you, and to our family.”
“You just don’t quit, do you?”
“Not when it comes to you. I never will. Try and test me and learn the hard way or submit now and make this easier for the both of us.” I jerk her body impossibly close, capturing her jaw and lifting her face up even more toward mine. “Now…if you’re going to be a bad little girl and keep poppin off to me, keep testing me on my choice of pronouns, then you’re gonna find yourself in hot water little miss. And speaking of being a bad girl you were very bad letting all those boys see you in those short shorts today, especially after I told you point blank yesterday that you…are…mine.”
I rake my hand down her body, squeezing one breast and then sliding my hand inside her shorts and panties. “You keep showing off like you have been and maybe I’ll just have to take what I want for myself, without asking.”
“Oh no you won’t!” she defends, but her body says otherwise, melting into me as her lips part and her pupils dilate.
“Because I won’t have to. Because this is what we both want.” My index finger molds to her slit, massaging it back and forth with my weather-worn hand. “I can’t believe you doubted that I would end the life of anyone who dared upset my girl.”
“You don’t even know what they did.”
“I saw the look in your eyes and it was enough to know I wasn’t ever going to allow it to happen again.”
Everything about her softens. The combative expression on her face? Gone. The push and pull of her body? She’s only pushing now. And all the stress of having the weight of the world on her shoulders for so long? She’s finally understanding she can pass me that big fat bolder and let me carry it for a while. Hell, I’m going to throw it up in the air, smash it, demolish it, destroy all her worries forever.
If she just trusts me and allows me to.
My words are true. She is mine. But as much as I’ve told her more times than I can count, and my decision is final, the choice has to be hers. It has to be a two-way street. I’ll stand outside the palace that I buy her and watch over her castle while she sleeps. I’ll follow her day and night and keep other men away. I will not allow another man to have her.
But I also won’t put my final claim on her without her permission. Without her blessing. Because that’s not what a real man does. Period.
Thank God her walls are falling and she’s lowering her shield. I’m so damn relieved to have found her, to have her again, I’m damn near ready to go for broke. I just can’t contain myself in her presence. “Spread your legs for your keeper and tell me who you belong to,” I order, my foot tapping her stance open wider, giving her a head start in making us both happy. Last night wasn’t enough, except in one way. Enough that I know that I will end any man who does what those security guards must have done to her. Point blank, it’s not a question. It’s a fucking promise.
“Where’d you sleep last night?”
“Friend’s place,” she replies way too quickly.
“That friend got an address?”
I don’t push the question any further because I already know the answer. Even after sleeping on the street or wherever she bunked last night it’s clear to see on her face that she’s tired. Everything about her is fragile right now, and I need to be careful with my words.
Is this what it’s like to balance being her future lover with her paternal figure?
Like all of us in life, I’m learning as I go. All I know is it feels right, perfect actually. She’s the most beautiful girl in the world without a doubt, and I want her to never have any second thoughts over whether not I’ll be here for her. She’s never sleeping anywhere but my arms ever again. Safe. Protected.
“You know you look good enough to eat? To sink my teeth right into you and not let go. But I guess telling you is like being redundant, because I always imagine you on a silver platter, a feast for one and I’m that one who’s dying to devour you.”
I run a finger down the side of her neck, feeling the goosebumps my dirty words have elicited.
She bites her lip, and I know our little talk has switched from combative to cooperative, in the way that we both know what we want. Each other.
“You wore those short shorts again because you knew I was going to find you today. Didn’t you? You knew I wasn’t going to let a day go by without you. Tell me I’m right.”
Her voice hitches and she nods her reply instead.
I take a step back and cross my arms over my chest, cocking my head to the side as I look her up and down from head to toe. “Turn around,” I order, lifting one hand slightly from my chest and spinning my index finger in a circle.
And in this moment she doesn’t think to fight, disobey, or do any sort of push-pull. She’s mine, and it’s because I’ve already told her she is, just as much as I’m hers.
“Don’t you want a woman who’s older, with more life experience? Someone who already knows how to please you in a way that you want? Someone that can anticipate your desire better than—“
I wrap a hand around her mouth, silencing her. “I want you and I will have you. The sooner you stop questioning that, in all ways, the easier this is going to be. Now,” I pause, taking in a deep breath and exhaling it as I’m ready to move on past the second-guessing, thinking we already had. “Are you wearing panties underneath those shorts,” I lean in, growling into her ear, and sliding my hand away from her lips, down past her perfect chin, and place my fingers over her throat.
“Yes. Of course,” she exhales heavily.
“Yes or no is sufficient,” I inform. “Now…take them off.”
“Take my panties off? How can I do that without taking off my shorts fir—“
I slide both hands down the back of her shorts, grabbing her panties and ripping them clean across. “Give. Them. To. Me,” I growl.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to smash them against my nose every ten minutes, breathing in your scent, until I’m inside you for the first time. And once I’m inside you, I’m not coming out…until I’m six feet under.”
She sucks in a breath of air.
“And also, we’re going to find a place to sit down and have a nice little chat about you obeying Daddy when he’s giving you orders that are for your own good.”
“Sit down where?”
“Don’t you worry about that. I’ll find a place, a nice dark corner of some cafe or restaurant and before the appetizers or drink or whatever irrelevant thing we order arrives at our table, I’ll have these two fingers,” I inform, sliding two digits through her folds, “buried so far inside you you won’t even remember your own name.”
“B-but I might come.”
“Might come? You will come. You will definitely come. I’ll make damn sure of that, Little Girl.” Her sex pushes against my fingers, but I pull them back, not ready to give her what we both want. Not here. Not now.
“If I come,” she begins, but I wrap my head around the side of her and shoot her a tense look. “When I come,” she corrects.
“That’s better.”
“When I come…I mean…people might hear me.”
“Oh, they’re going to hear you all right. And every sorry fucking excuse for a man will be maneuvering themselves in their seat, trying to relieve the ache in their balls as they wish they were me. They’ll all be wondering how an older beast with a roughed up face got a perfect little slice of heaven like you…the best slice. They’ll be asking themselves why they aren’t about to take home a hot to fuck little virgin, instead thinking about taxes, painting the garages this weekend, and how their boss yelled at them at work yesterday. But not me, because I don’t report to anyone. At least I won’t once this parole shit is done. And the only thing I’ll be doing is getting my little princess primed so her tight little tunnel can fit Daddy’s big fat cock later tonight. And while I’m doing that, those sorry pricks will be rushing from their tables to nut in the men’s room, or at least the ones who manage to get up in time and don’t squirt in their pants like boys your age would do.”
“Oh my god.”
“Daddy. I prefer Daddy. And you know why, right?”
“Because I’m your Little Girl?”
“You’re my everything.” I pause, leaning in and sniffing her jet black hair, those citrusy smells driving me wild. “And you belong to me, just like those panties belong to me. Now give them to me, my Little Bit. Give Daddy what’s his so he has your scent with him all the time.”
She slides her hand down the front of her pants and I damn near turn into one of those guys I just spoke of, the kind that nut in their pants like a teenager. Maneuvering her hips, she frees the certainly soiled cloth from her waist and starts to raise her arm up and over her shoulder to pass me her undergarments, but I grab her hand and discreetly take them from her at waist level instead. Being that we’re beside a government building you never know who’s got eyes on you, where all the cameras are, which is why I have my big body shielding her from view, and why I won’t take this desire any further…until later.
I bring my balled up fist to my nose and alternate between the scent of her hair and the smell of her arousal. Squeezing my fist tighter I feel some moisture pass through the fabric. “So damn wet I could almost wring these out,” I announce in a guttural tone into her ear. “You know I’m dying to bury this inside you, and with your panties gone there’s one less layer I have to break through before I breakthrough that hymen and see the proof of your innocence all over the sheets below us.”
“Paul,” she breathes. I grab her hips and jerk her body even tighter to mine. “Daddy.”
“That’s good, Little Girl. You corrected yourself on your own. Daddy thinks you deserve a little reward for that. A present. And it just so happens…” I slide a hand inside my suit jacket pocket and pull out the slim leather strap with her name spelled out in cursive, made out of platinum, surrounded by my birthstone. I want her to know my creativity extends beyond tattooing. I’ve always liked to make things and soon the greatest things that I have ever made in my life will happen at the same moment. Making her mine while we make our first child. Together.
I bring the gift in front of her face so she can see it, making sure to hold it still enough so she can read the engraving on the back.
“How convenient that your name and property both start with the same letter.”
“What do you think about that?” I let the question linger, making sure she has time to really process what this means once it goes around her neck.
“I think as someone who’s always been very independent that it should…turn me off. I should be worried about not only receiving something like this but even more worried that…I like it. But I do. A lot.”
I bring the leather back and carefully line her name up to her throat. I don’t even have to adjust the fit, having memorized the shape of her neck from when I held it in my hand yesterday. I affix the clasp and smirk.
If she ever takes this off, which she won’t, it’s just tight enough that it should leave a mark. What mark? There on the back is embossed, ‘Paul’s Property.’
Eventually, it’s going to be a permanent mark on her skin, just like she will become a permanent fixture at my side, and a permanent part of everything that I do, that I am, that we can become…together.
I can’t stop the glow of pride from spearing into my chest. She’s my girl, my little fighter, and now she’s wearing something that I made. Something that belongs to her is affixed to something that belongs to me. I learned how to make shanks and all kinds of rudimentary things in prison. Making a choker outside those walls made of metal, concrete, and reinforced bulletproof glass was easy, except it wasn’t. Knowing where it was going and knowing who it was going to, my future wife, meant it had to be perfect, just like her.
And it is. Because there’s nothing she can do that isn’t perfect to me, even that feisty streak is absolutely the yin to the yang of her being my little girl…my everything.
