“It’s my turn, only I want us both to feel good.” He flicked open the tube of lubrication and smeared a generous amount on his dick before putting some more on his fingers. He threw the tube on the other side away from them. Bringing the blob on his fingers between her legs, he rubbed it over and between her slit, making sure she was nice and wet. Cadeon opened her legs and got between her.
Violet stopped him with a hand on his arm. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to f**k you, but I need to come.” Taking a thigh in each hand, he opened her legs wide. For a second he stopped to admire the beauty of her pu**y. The lips were wet with the mixture of the lube and cum, her cl*t red and swollen. She looked good enough to eat. He draped her legs over his thighs and grasped his cock. Cadeon moved the tip through her slit, not pressing against her entrance. He wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t going to f**k her. This was about them getting used to each other. Although if she begged him to f**k her, he would do it. He wanted her that badly.
He settled himself between her legs, his c**k resting against her cl*t and between the lips of her pu**y.
Taking her hands in his, he pinned them against the pillow by her head. “Look at me,” he said.
She opened her eyes and stared back at him. For the rest of his life he wanted to watch her. With a move of his h*ps he saw her eyes widen in wonder. Each movement provided him pleasure and pressed on her clit, giving her pleasure as well. He did it slowly at first, bringing out the sensation to make it more enjoyable for her. With her already having one release, he wanted to draw the second one out.
Sweat covered both of their skin as she began to move with him, her h*ps lifting with him. Part of him wanted to lift that last little bit and penetrate her, but he stopped. If he took her now, he would abuse the trust she had in him.
“Cadeon,” she said on a moan. He knew what she was thinking. His c**k was rock hard, and he knew he was seconds from coming. Taking her lips in a searing kiss, he rode her harder. The sensation was enjoyable. However it wouldn’t be as good as the feel of her cunt squeezing him like a fist. Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent. He bit down on her shoulder, feeling the need to mark her as his. He sucked and did something he’d never done to another woman. He gave Violet his first ever love bite.
She cried out at the same time as he did. Their release echoed off the walls. Cadeon went back on his feet, grabbed his c**k and f**ked his fist until his white ropey cum spilled out of the tip and onto her stomach. He collapsed on top of her, getting his cum on himself in the process. It didn’t matter. He wanted the closeness of her in his arms.
****
Was she still a virgin? Violet stared down at the head lying on her breast as the world began to stop spinning. She didn’t think they’d had sex, but he’d been against her body and spilled his seed. Living the kind of life she had, she knew scarcely anything about sex. Just the stuff her mother had told her, and she had tried to keep it all a secret, the lifestyle she had to live in order to survive.
“I must be heavy,” he said. She winced as blood began to move back round her body.
“You’re a little heavy.”
“I’ve made us both a mess. Here, let me get us both in the shower.” Before she could protest, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, making sure it was hot before helping her into the tub.
She enjoyed his caring side much more than his bossy side. Cadeon took the soap and washed her. Violet stood still as he finished with her body before moving onto her hair. She closed her eyes enjoying the feel of his fingers massaging her scalp.
“That feels nice,” she said.
“Good.”
Once he was done, he turned the shower off and helped her out. Cadeon dried her body and hair before carrying her back to the bedroom. He brushed her hair, refusing to let her do anything. Tucking her in bed, he joined behind her.
The light turned off as he snaked an arm around her waist.
Violet wondered if most relationships were like this. Had Stacey undergone this kind of treatment when she first started out being his personal assistant? She cut off the thought, not liking the thought of another woman being with Cadeon.
Closing her eyes, she drifted off into sleep.
****
“Mummy, why can’t I come out of my room when you have visitors?” Violet asked while she brushed her mother’s hair.
“I’ve told you, pet. It’s not safe for you. Those men-visitors would hurt you in a second. I don’t want that for you,” she said.
Violet stared at her mother in the small mirror. She looked pale, and a purple bruise was visible along the side of her face. Staring at the marks on her mother’s skin, Violet wished she could do something to make her happy.
“I could help you, Mummy. Be nice to the visitors while they’re here.”
Suddenly, her mother flew into a rage. She took the brush from her and slapped her round the face with the flat part. Violet crashed to the floor as pain exploded on the side of her head.
“Don’t ever suggest anything like that again. If you think that hurts, wait until a man won’t take no for an answer. I don’t want this world for you. I was stupid to become a part of it and even stupider trying to keep you safe from it. Do you have any idea what Dominic would do to you if he found you?”
Violet had heard him spoken of many times. The name sent dread through her body. At ten years old Violet was already learning when to keep her mouth shut.
****
The dream changed.
Violet had stopped by to speak to the priest on the way to the shop. He was the only man who really knew about her identity. At eighteen, Violet knew she was getting ready to leave home. It was getting scarier trying to hide from the men who came to her mother. The schooling she’d taken would get her by. Checking to make sure no one was watching, she let herself into her home. For as long as she could remember she’d always been watching. To make sure no one would see her. A dirty secret, she had to be kept locked up.
“Mummy, I’m home.” She picked up the mail. Junk as usual. The house belonged to Dominic, and no one of any importance came to visit, only the men her mother entertained. The life she’d led up to this point had been meaningless. Violet began to wonder why her mother even kept her around for as long as she did.
Hating herself for the direction of her thoughts, she walked up the creaking stairs. The time was just after three, and her mum would need to start getting ready. It was Friday, and Dominic or one of his men would be coming for the week’s earnings so far.