Chapter 1

Ginny

M y two favorite times of the year are of course Christmas and my birthday. I look forward to them both so much and this year is definitely going to be my year. I mean, I'm turning eighteen finally. I can vote and buy lottery tickets and go to Mexico and legally drink.

It's also my year because not only am I turning eighteen but I'm turning eighteen the day we graduate from high school. I'm so ready for this. I can't wait to be done with this stupid school and the stupid boys that constantly hit on me. They're all gross and boring. Not a single one of them makes me feel a thing. So, I'm graduating a technical virgin unlike the rest of my friends.

My best friend Callie thinks I'm crazy for constantly saying no to the offers, but I think she's crazy for sleeping with the disgusting grunge that go to our school. Even the popular jocks are jokes.

I don't want any of them touching me. Haven't since the day that I spotted Mark in his pool swimming—naked. I was fifteen and it was like a fuse inside me was suddenly lit. All I wanted after that was for him to want me in return.

He hasn't really shown an interest despite my best attempts. Anytime we have a party that he's invited to, I make sure to wear something revealing—well, as much as I can if my mom gets involved which is quite often. I hug and hold onto him every chance I possibly can as well.

My favorite was our Labor Day party at the beginning of the school year. I was wearing a bikini with cheeky bottoms that showed off more than they covered of my bubbly ass. My top was barely keeping my boobs in place and the cover up I had on was open in front, giving him definite eyefuls. I swear I heard a grunt from him when one of the sons of my dad's business partners came over to get me to go swimming with him. Mark's hands had tightened on my waist, letting the kid know that I wasn't feeling the greatest and wouldn't be swimming.

I thought it was a turning point for us but since then there's been nothing I can really point to as different. I so wish I could. I mean, I've gone so far as to lounge next to my window in practically nothing hoping he'll see from his bedroom window and be enticed.

He finally came home last week after being away for three months and I took it a step further having missed him entirely, missed laying out for him to look at me. I laid out on the little balcony off my room topless, letting the warm sun wash over me.

It still got me nowhere with him so last night I did something I've never done in my entire life. I started masturbating in full view at my window.

Right now, I'm really hoping that the phone ringing just as I was about to slip the dildo Callie bought me as an early birthday present inside me wasn't simply a coincidence. I wasn't going to answer it when it started ringing. The only reason I stopped was because my mother was out getting the last of the stuff for today's party and I knew she'd just keep calling if it was her. The blocked number kept me from picking up, but it also stopped me from going back to what I was doing.

There were way too many thoughts, questions, swirling through my brain to get back into the mood. The mindset to put that thing inside me. I've never done that with it, was only going to do it to give Mark a show, but that interruption destroyed the moment for sure.

Which now leaves me wondering what to wear today. As soon as graduation is over, we're coming home for the party, my double celebration. A ton of people from school are going to be stopping by before we get to the dinner later tonight.

My bedroom door opens, and I give Callie a grin as she strolls in without knocking. She glances at the clothes on my bed and lifts a brow before shaking her head at me. "What?"

"These would all be awesome for your dinner tonight but not for graduation girl," she states before moving into my closet, coming out with a white sundress we bought last summer. "This will make your parents smile when they look back at pictures for it in ten years. Plus, you can totally wear your bikini under it and not have to change for the party then."

"Okay, so which one do you think for tonight?" I ask with another glance at the three dresses on the bed. "I'm thinking the black one."

"It's cool but do you really want your parents wondering if your boobs are going to be falling out over dinner?" Callie returns, making me laugh softly. "Do the blush bandage dress. You'll look hot as hell with it clinging to your curves and your mom won't be worried over how much of your boobs are showing."

"See this is why you're my best friend despite the fact that you like sleeping with the imbeciles that we go to school with," I stated before grabbing my white bikini and slipping into my bathroom to change.

"Yet you invite them all over to your house for the parties," Callie counters and I poke my head around the door sticking out my tongue at her.

"Mom makes the invites. If I told her I didn't want to throw parties for everyone she'd ground me for a year. All she wanted was for me to be prom queen."

"I know, and you made her super proud by becoming the only virgin prom queen in like fifteen years," Callie joked but I simply rolled my eyes as I glanced over my image in the mirror. The dress was perfect for the graduation ceremony and the pool party afterwards. It buttons up the entire front, meaning another way to tease Mark if he comes over for the party as invited.

He's always at our house for events, so I don't see him missing this one. Even when the parties are meant for my classmates he's been here, invited by my parents despite him not having kids. He's probably about my dad's age, forty something I'd say, but damn, he's still got a rock-solid body, and the grey in his hair is hot. He's a silver fox for sure.

I don't know why he's never married. The few times I overheard my mom offer to set him up he just said he'd settle down with someone when it was the right one. He usually let her set up the blind dates but that's all they were, a single blind date.

I'd watch for his car to come home the nights that I knew he was out with another girl, but thankfully, he always came home alone. I know I haven't seen a woman in his bedroom in the last four years, and most of the women mentioned that they loved the time with him but that he sent them home alone afterwards. That shouldn't make me happy, but it does, and I want to know more, know what it would take to get into his bedroom.

Callie's holding out a pair of wedge espadrilles with cute lace-up straps around the ankle when I exit my bathroom. They finish the outfit well and give me an idea to get Mark's hands on me later as well. It puts a grin on my lips as we head downstairs, and I slip into Callie's car to get to the ceremony on time.

The diploma means little to me. Unlike others in my class, I don't have any huge urge to rush off to college. Hell, I don't want to rush anywhere except into Mark's bed.

It's not like my parents are going to cut me off if I don't go to college now. If I have to get a job to placate them then I'll do it. I'd probably get one at a pet shop because I love animals. My mom doesn't want them in the house though, so I've never been able to have even a cat. I'm definitely more a dog girl than a cat girl though. I haven't met a dog that hasn't liked me yet while I'm out on jogs or hiking. Even the shyest ones come to me.

A little thrill runs down my body when we pull into the driveway at home after the ceremony and around to the back garage. Mark's already at the grill talking with one of my dad's business partners, Eli. His son and daughter are five years older than I am so he offered to come get the grill going while we were finishing up at the school, so people wouldn't have to wait for food.

I move straight over to them and smile fully when Mark gives me a hug. Fuck, it feels so good to be in his arms. I love it and don't want to leave them.

"Your parents are almost back," Eli says giving me a nod and smile. "Looks like somehow the only cheese that was picked up was pepper jack."

"Yuck," I groan, then slam my mouth shut to keep it from turning into a moan when Mark's arm tightens around me, holding me against his side.

"I know, you can't stand it. That's why I called your parents when I realized it," Mark tells me, and I can't hold back the smile that hits hearing that. "I offered to go get it, but they said since they were already out, they'd do it and to keep an eye on you until they get here."

"What are they worried I'll do? Run off and join the circus?" I tease.

"You're not funny enough to be a clown and no way could you walk a tightrope so that's definitely out of the running," Callie says, pulling a laugh from me. "I'm going to go change, you coming?"

"Nope, I'm already dressed for the pool," I return giving her a wink as she looks at the way I'm leaning into Mark. She's the only person that know how much I want him to be my first, my last, my always, so she just gives me a grin, telling me her question was for his benefit. I let her move into the pool house to change while Mark walks me away from the grill.

I don't ask where we're headed and smile further when we turn out of sight of Eli.

"Happy birthday, angel," he says, picking up a gift box. It's small, like a jewelry box and I lift my brow his way anxious to open it. "Go on, no need to be shy, Gin."

My fingers slide the bow off the box, opening the lid to reveal what's most definitely a jewelry box inside it. My breath catches when I open the lid of the velvet box, finding a gorgeous necklace inside it. It's a Celtic love knot wrapped around a heart made of pink stones that I'm positive are diamonds, and I love it. "Mark…"

"I saw it while I was in London and knew it was perfect for you," he says, taking it out of the box for me. I don't even begin to think of refusing, and pull my soft blonde hair aside, letting him fasten it around my neck. It's not overly long, more collar than necklace length, but it feels perfect just as he said.

"It's gorgeous and I love it, thank you," I finally get out, giving him a huge hug. I don't want to let go but the sound of others heading our way has me pulling back.

"Behave angel, I'll be watching," he states, and I keep that in my mind as the afternoon progresses. There are so many people coming and going I don't have time to get in the pool until it's mostly just friends of my parents and relatives left.

A dip sounds good to cool my heated body and I head that way but stop as Mark tugs me onto his lap as the group he's with wants to talk to me. I can't turn away this opportunity and I settle in letting the discussion go on until it turns away from things that interest me without leaving.

Callie's shout to join them in the pool gives me the perfect chance to show off to Mark and I reach up to take off my new necklace, not wanting it to come off in the pool. I feel along the chain but can't find the clasp and tilt my head trying to see if I can see it instead.

"What's wrong, angel?" Mark whispers against my ear and I glance back his way, the glimmer in his dark sapphire eyes makes my body nearly overheat.

"I can't find the clasp. I don't want it getting lost in the pool."

A smile slips onto his lips and that glimmer grows deeper, nearly knocking me over at its intensity. His words though, they make my insides clench in the best ways. "It won't. Only I can take it off you."

"Mark…"

"Everyone that sees it will know you're not available now," he adds as his free hand, hidden beneath the table we're at, slides up under my skirt. His warm palm slips up, cupping my pussy and he gives it a hard squeeze, stopping my breath. His is warm against my ear and I barely stop the gasp from falling when his finger slides under the edge of my bikini bottom, sliding straight up against my lips and then into my pussy. "This belongs to me, doesn't it, angel?"

I breathe in deeper when he slides another into me, the incredibleness of it nearly blinding me.

"Spread your legs wider, let me have more of what's mine, Ginny," he adds next to my ear, and I can't stop. I don't want to stop this. His fingers plunge deeper inside me as my legs fall open wider, fucking me harder even as he turns back to the conversation at the table.

The need builds deeper inside me, and I shift, trying to move away from the pleasure he's giving me, but he doesn't stop. A third finger fills me, and I reach down, gripping his leg to keep myself steady.

"Give it to me, angel, or I'll feed you my cock, right here," he whispers into my ear as the heel of his hand rubs hard against my clit. It's far too much—his touch, his dirty words and the hint of a threat within them—and I can't stop the orgasm that hits, or the choked noise it pulls from me.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" my aunt, my mom's sister Samantha, asks looking over at me. None of them said a word about me sitting on Mark's lap for so long, which is a bit surprising since normally it's mostly just hugs or him standing with his arm around me at parties. I bite my tongue to keep the new moan from sounding as Mark's fingers send another wave of pleasure through me.

"Did you eat the cheese dip again?" Mark asks, a grin in his eyes as I turn to look at him. "You know it upsets your stomach, Gin."

"It does," I get out as Mark's fingers pet my wet pussy, smearing my juices all over my thighs before he pulls his hand out from under my dress. "I think I should go lay down for a bit."

"Take something for your stomach so you don't miss your dinner," Callie says from the edge of the pool, her eyes narrow on me, a bit suspicious, but I can't focus on her curiousness right now.

Oh no, I need to get out of here before I attack Mark's mouth and beg for him to take me. I don't know how my family would react to that. Will react if my biggest dream comes true and Mark does want me for good. Wants to take me out and show me off. Kiss me no matter who's around. And it's definitely something I don't want coming out today like this.

I give Callie a nod before hurrying up to my room. I don't know whether to cry or scream from how incredible that was. My body is still reeling from it, and it's just made me hungrier for more, for the rest of Mark.

I slip into the bathroom, just staring at myself and the necklace around my neck for the longest time. Mark's words that only he can take it off flow back through me and I use the mirror to study the chain, finally finding where it clearly closes, but there is no button or little clasp I can find to take it off. It honestly looks like it was soldered together after I was wearing it. As though a claim like he said. A claim to show that I belonged to someone—was owned by them.

That thought makes me hot all over again and I move out to my bedroom to change. The wetness of my bottoms is unpleasant outside of the pool and I'm definitely not heading back to it right now.

My feet stop just inside the room as Mark's tall length comes through my door. He's easily six-two, maybe six-three compared to my much shorter five-two, but I love how it feels with him next to me. His huge body touching mine.

He clicks the lock into place and a shiver races through me.

"What are you doing in here? My parents…"

"Are in a lengthy discussion with the rest of your family on your father's latest business merger," he states, his eyes roaming over me as he moves further into my room, and I can't help my reaction to it. My nipples tighten inside my top, poking at the thin material. "Come here, Gin. Don't tell me you're chickening out now after you've been doing your best to get me to break for the better part of last year, angel."

"You knew?" I ask as my feet propel me towards him, unable to deny him anything.

"Not until you started sitting in your window seat in skimpy nothings when my light was on," he returns, a smile on his lips as I reach him. "Why the hell do you think I left town for three months after Valentine's and that striptease you did for me?"

"You didn't have to leave. I wanted you to see me, to see me as more than just a little girl."

"And risk your father calling the cops on me for fucking his not yet legal daughter? No way, angel. I fully intended to make you mine when that wasn't a possibility, but you were far too tempting for me to stay and watch you from just across the yard."

A smile forms on my lips as he pulls me up against him, grinding his hard cock against my belly. I swear this better not be a dream because if it is, I'm going to pull my hair out when I wake up.

"Why risk someone realizing what you were doing downstairs then?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck when he lifts me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist, and I love the feel of his warmth against my pussy.

"Punishment for last night's little scene," he states, walking us to my bed before he drops me onto it. His hands grab my ankles, pulling me to the edge before ridding me of my shoes one by one.

"You were watching. Were you the one that called me?" I add and he lets out a grunt I take as confirmation. The buttons on my dress pop open easily with his tug on it and I lift up when he pulls my bottoms down my hips.

"The only cock going into your pussy is going to be mine—unless I'm giving it to you," he warns before undoing my top and stripping it from me as well, leaving me entirely naked in front of him. I should feel uncomfortable, exposed, something, but all I feel is need for him to join me.

"Where is it?" he adds, and I nod at the nightstand watching as he takes it out. My sight of it vanishes as he pulls his shirt off, letting me see his bare chest again, and I reach up, wanting to touch it. "If memory recalls, you had it just about here when I stopped you."

My pussy clenches at the feel of it teasing my lips. "Yes."

"Did you come to your bed and finish with it after that?" he asks me, letting the tip slide into me.

"No, I wasn't in the mood after that because what I really wanted was you."

"And you're about to get me, angel. I'm going to take your virgin pussy right here in your little girl bed. I'm going to take it and claim it as mine and you're going to let me, aren't you?"

"Yes," I moan at the feel of his body covering mine. The stupid pink ruffles of my bedspread my mother refuses to let me change chafe at my skin and god, it feels so good to know what I'm about to do.

The rubbery dildo has nothing on Mark's hot thick rod. It's heavier than the toy, thicker than it, and I let out a hiss at the searing pain that hits when he pushes into me. As wet as I am, as easy as he glides inside me, his thickness is overwhelming.

"Shh, you'll adjust to it, angel," he whispers against my ear, covering my mouth as he gives me a hard thrust.

My scream is muffled against it, a blip of white-hot pain overtaking for a minute, and I pant as it finally fades. My eyes glare at his smile and he gives me a soft kiss when he releases my mouth. "You did that on purpose."

"I could have eased you up to it more, yes."

"Then why didn't you?" I ask, pouting a bit and his smile grows further.

"Because you've had my cock hard for far too long, angel. Had me fucking my hand until it was raw when all I wanted was you. The last week you've been a little tease, acting like a hungry little slut that was desperate for a cock instead of being my angel. You had that coming and you know it," he counters, his fingers stroking my neck making me hotter.

"Another punishment?" I lift my brow at him, and his nod makes me smile a bit. "So, you use sex to punish bad girls?"

"No, I'll use sex or sexual acts to punish you when you don't behave. Just you, Gin. I'll turn you over my knee and spank your bare ass, then make you suck my cock, not giving you any pleasure when you're really bad. I'll make you silently come in front of others when you've pushed me too far, didn't listen, to make sure you don't do it again. I'll give you pain to know you've been misbehaving, then pleasure when you've taken your punishment, so you remember what good girls get," he adds and holy shit, my body is on fire with need.

"And what do I get right now?" I ask, rubbing my foot against his ass as he pushes me further into my bed.

"Fucked just like you've wanted, angel," is my answer before his mouth claims mine while his cock claims me as his.