Page 18 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

As soon as the kiss starts to deepen, he pulls back.

“Don’t pout like that, little one. It will get you in trouble with the boys, and I will have to put them all on a leash.” He chuckles, wiggling my nose. “You need to put some clothes on. There is something I want to ask you.”

“Okay. Step out into the hallway for a moment, and I’ll be dressed soon.”

“I’ll be waiting, darling.” He leaves the room, and I take a moment to think about that kiss. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I close my eyes and feel his lips there even though they are not. They are thinner than mine, making the kiss feel different, but with time, we will share plenty of perfect kisses.

Moving around the room in a robotic state, I don’t even realize what clothes I threw on until I look down and see what I have on. It will do.

Dressed and ready to see what Bash has in store, I fling open the door as his eyes drink me up.

“Athens, you look lovely.” He leans in and pecks me on the cheek.

“Thank you.” I say as he takes my hand in his and leads me downstairs. “What did you want to ask me?” We come to the end of the stairs, when he turns around, and faces me.

“I would like to take you out on a date. Would that be okay?” He clasps his hands together while bouncing on the balls of his feet. He’s nervous, and I’m over here burning with excitement that he wants to take me on a date.

“That would be more than okay, Mr. Bash.”

“Excellent. But Athens, darling, didn’t I already ask you to stop calling meMr. Bash?“ He looks at me pointedly, and I nod my head, yes. “Now, I’m telling you to stop calling me Mr. Bash.” He grins as he places his hands around my waist and gives my hips a gentle yet firm squeeze. It’s a direct order that sounds like he hopes I slip and call him that again. I fear I may not like the outcome, but he sure will.

I don’t know why the thought of defying him makes my pussy wet, but it does. Maybe it’s the fact that he may spank me or something naughty like that. My eyes glaze over for a brief second as I remember what he said.

“I think I can manage that, Bash.” I chuckle, saying his name without putting mister in front of it.

It has a nice ring to it and makes the possibility of us as a couple seem more real. I’m thinking too far ahead. Let me slow down and not jump to conclusions.

“Great. You are dressed perfectly for a night out on the town.” He is so cute when he’s excited like this.

“I’m glad I went with this outfit.” I beam, twirling around for him to drink me up. I’d say it worked, judging by the way his eyes light up as I stop in front of him. He reaches out to me, I slide my hand in his, and we head outside to his car.

That night was the first of many dates we went on. Bash worked a lot but still seemed to make time for me no matter what.

Eventually I decided that we had dated long enough, I was ready to give him my most prized possession… My virginity. We’ve known each other since forever, and we had been officially dating for a year, so I figured, why not?

Bash rented a room for us, at one of the nicest hotels in Wayward Falls, the next city over. He wanted it to be special, and special it was. He made me feel like a Queen. Everything was near perfect, with the exception that I didn’t have an orgasm.

I’m sure it’s because I was a virgin, and it will take some getting used to, but now that we’ve got this first time out of the way, I’m sure it will become a regular thing for us. At least, I sure hope so.

It turns out, I was correct. Things improved in the lovemaking department. I still struggle with having an orgasm, and I’m not sure why. I don’t dare bring it up to Bash, because I don’t want him to think he’s the reason behind it.

Instead, I watch porn and use different toys from my growing collection to make myself come.

I chase that elusive orgasm, but Bash finishes before me, and I’m left there… To finish myself off while he goes and gets cleaned up.

If Gaia knew that, she would be outraged and call me crazy for accepting his marriage proposal.

Imagine that, seven years after our first date, Bash asked me to marry him, and I said yes.

One day soon, I’ll be Mrs. Athens Vaughn.

Chapter Three

Wyck

Threeyearsago

“Fuck! You are a dirty, little girl.” I grunt, fucking her mouth with a force so strong she can hardly keep up. “You look so gorgeous with your smeared eyeliner running down your beautiful face.” I feel myself damn near hit the back of her throat.

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