Chapter 3

Ginny

A shiver races through me as I slip into the living room, my eyes immediately finding Mark as he has a drink with my dad. Thank god my dress is made of compression material because it keeps my nipples from poking out through it, showing off how tight they are. Everything that Mark did to me, said to me while fucking me just made me want more. Want him more.

It makes me wet to know how much I got off on all of his dirty words. I never imagined I'd want to hear him call me a slut or a whore, but holy shit, it just made me more desperate for him. My pussy however loved it, loved knowing that it really was nothing but a slut for him, a desperate whore wanting to be filled with his thickness. And fuck, is he thick. More so than I imagined even after seeing him naked.

"So, what exactly happened this afternoon?" Callie asks, sliding up next to me, her gaze following mine over towards Mark. "I take it this is from him," she adds nodding at my necklace—collar. The word makes me think of how he said he owned me, like I was his pet, and shit, that makes me hotter still.

"Yeah and I can't take it off," I say quietly making her eyes bug out a bit. "He said only he could take it off me and looking at the clasp, I'd say it has a special tool to do it."

"And he's keeping hold of it. So? Have your little teases finally paid off?"

"More than you'd believe," I answer and the way her jaw drops has me nodding before my mother notices I'm here and pulls me into the mix.

A little sigh of relief hits me when Mark settles into the seat next to me at the table, and I fight to keep from moaning when his hand rests on my thigh, teasing along the edge of my dress for the majority of dinner. A grin hits hearing my dad ask him if he got everything with the office settled.

"Anyone special you met while away that kept you gone for so long?" Mom asks him with a hopeful look which makes me hold my breath, and I bite my tongue when Mark's fingers tease my clit as he answers her.

"No, just an important deal that was meant for the next phase of my life," he tells her, drawing some curious looks from around the table.

"Sounds like there might be some truth to the rumor that you were looking for someone to buy your company," Uncle Steve, dad's brother, says, and I nearly choke on my bite between hearing that and the way Mark strums my clit, pulling a little gush of warmth from me that spills onto my pussy lips.

Mark smiles and I don't know for certain if it's because of the question or me, but as I turn my face towards his, the pleased glint in it tells me that perhaps it's both and they both relate to me somehow. "The formal announcement won't come out until next week, but yes, I was working on a deal to sell the company."

"Are you thinking of moving?" Aunt Samantha asks as he slips his finger inside my pussy when I shift my legs open further.

"I haven't decided yet. If I do, it'll be a little further out. Somewhere with a bit more space. I don't mind the occasional game of golf but could never live on the links. I ended up playing far too many games while I was away setting up this deal to want to do that with my time, and from the sound of things, the course is used quite a bit during the days. Working long hours I never noticed it before, but I'm not sure living next door is going to give me what I want most," he states, and every word seems to have a double meaning to me. I love the idea of moving somewhere with space, especially if it's not right next door to my parents.

"Further out? Why would you want to live further away from all of the restaurants and bars…the women?" Uncle Steve asks and I suck in a breath as a bit of jealousy flows through me on top of the way Mark's finger strokes my g-spot. It's so good it nearly makes me black out and I turn to look at him, seeing the gentle look in his eyes as he slips his fingers out of me, before going back to just teasing my clit and opening.

"Never was one to go for flashy or drunk women. No, I have my eyes on something special and while I'll miss the friendships I've built, I'm looking towards a long-term future rather than a bit of fun," he states and this time, I know the double meaning was definitely meant for me.

"What about you, Ginny?" Aunt Samantha asks, giving me a smile and I swear, they're all torturing me. "Have you decided on a college?"

"No, none of them have really spoken to me, saying I need to go here, so I may just take a gap year and see how I feel next year," I answer, and Dad just shrugs, not bothered by it but Mom gives me her frustrated look. The same one she gave me when I came down with my hair au natural . She really does want me to be her little girl, her dress up doll still, but I want to be Mark's dirty little girl more.

"You'll miss out on rushing my old sorority," she says, and I roll my eyes, then bite my tongue when I feel a little slap against my pussy. Thank god no one could hear it as Callie lets out a loud laugh she tries to cover with a cough. She knows me and sororities would never mix. I hate stupid parties and being surrounded by people I don't like.

"Probably for the best," Dad says pulling a surprised look from Mom. "You know how those parties are," he adds to her, and I fight to hide my grin at his dark tone, especially since Mark's fingers are still playing with my pussy. "My girl is not attending them, especially not with the way you've kept her sheltered."

"I have not," Mom argues huffily and it's no surprise that Uncle Steve, Aunt Samantha, and several others quickly excuse themselves. As much as Mom loves to focus on perfection, she and Dad get into the stupidest, loudest, longest fights and then she huffs and puffs, but also snips and snaps at anyone in her line of sight and my whole family knows it.

The table clears as everyone gives me hugs and kisses to the cheek as they go, and having Mark's fingers playing with my pussy the entire time just makes me hotter for more of it.

"I'll let you deal with that but call me later so you can spill everything," Callie says with a quick glance towards Mark as she smiles knowingly at me.

"Might not be tonight," I warn but that just makes her smile grow before she slips out, not about to be caught up in Mom's crap again. As my best friend she's seen this craziness plenty and has faced several snappy comments directed her way in the past.

"No worries, love you, Gin," Callie says hurrying out, and I glance back towards my parents, as Mom sits glaring at Dad still.

"Well, thanks for clearing the table, Mom," I state, and the grin and way Mark's fingers tease my clit says he doesn't mind the snark.

"Ginny…don't start," Mom says, giving me a glare in return. "You missed most of your own party and then you come down like this," she adds motioning towards my hair with a frown. "That dress is too old for you and your hair…"

"Looks beautiful," Mark says, stopping Mom's hateful comment. "The dress is perfectly fine for her age, and she looks stunning, Lydia. It's time you stopped treating her like she's a child. She isn't one and you're going to have to get used to it. She should be able to wear her hair the way she wants, especially since she's now eighteen and a legal adult."

His words make my pussy gush again and I smile up at him, not hiding the heat in my gaze as I do any longer. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, angel," he replies, his tone deepening on the sweet name, and it makes my nipples harden further. "Are you ready to go?" he adds, shocking me as he slips his hand from between my legs, and I swear, I come a little when he licks my juice off them.

"Go?" Dad says, turning towards us and part of me is glad he missed Mark tasting me but the rest of me wouldn't have minded him seeing it. "What are you talking about?"

"Get your hands off my daughter!" Mom yells, her look of disgust telling me she didn't miss Mark's actions.

"Lydia…" Dad says looking between us as Mark holds out his hand to me and I let him pull me up and into his chest, resting my head on it with a grin as Dad's eye widen. "Ginny? Mark? What the hell…"

"Where did you go this afternoon?" Mom demands as she stands so quickly her chair topples over backwards. "You left just after Ginny went upstairs to rest…"

"In her room, making her mine finally," Mark responds, and my heart swoons as he brushes a kiss to my lips, his hand teasing the necklace and my neck. "I intended to do this a bit more politely but after listening to you attempt to run her down as well as force her to act like a child still, I'm done Lydia. I've put up with it for the past year, and for the most part, I was fine with you not allowing Ginny to go out and behave as other teenagers. I wouldn't have let her go to any of those parties if you'd begun to let her. Not with drunk, horny idiots that wouldn't accept her answer of no. But I draw the line at you attempting to belittle her for not behaving as you demand.

"I've held my tongue when you buy her outfits that you think make her look younger because you don't want to admit that you're old enough to have an eighteen-year-old daughter, but you're clearly oblivious to the fact that little babydoll dresses only make men want her more. Want to see if her sweet breasts are about to fall out of them because she's not little anymore," he adds pulling a startled gasp from Dad and a disgusted one from Mom. "Ginny is mine and now that you have no power to stop me, I'm taking her with me. And yes, I'm going to take her home and do all of the dirty things you're imaging right now and so much more. The only difference is, she'll enjoy all of it, won't you, angel?"

"Yes," I sigh, pressing deeper against him with a grin at the outraged look on Mom's face. "I love him. I've loved him since I first realized what desire did to a woman's body…"

"You're not a woman!" Mom screams and I just shrug, smiling up at Mark.

"Well, I'm his little girl now, so it doesn't really matter what you think, Mom. Dad," I add as he's glaring at Mark. "I'll always be your daughter, but I belong to Mark. I always have and I'm not waiting another minute to start my life with him. You can get behind it or you can get out of our life, but I'm not backing down on this. I'm going to marry him, have babies with him, and spend my life with him."

"He's twenty-five years older than you," Dad argues.

"Technically twenty-four and a half," Mark states and I can't stop from laughing at that. "A year younger than you," he adds to Dad. " Two years younger than you, Lydia," he tosses in, and I know Mom hates that she's forty-five now. "I might be old enough to be her daddy, but that's not the role I intend to play in her life. I'll be her everything else but not her daddy."

"So, we're going to go spend the rest of my birthday together…and then probably every day after that together too," I muse and Mark nods making me even hotter. "I love you Dad. Mom…I love you too, at least when you're not trying to rule my life. I did everything you wanted no matter how little I cared about any of it, but now, I'm going to do what I want, and that's being with Mark."

I don't wait for them to say anything else as I give Mark's hand a little tug, heading towards the door. I grab the bag I packed so I'd have some clothes for the morning and Mark's brow lifts seeing it. "I didn't want to have to come back over in my dress. Especially if the talk with my parents didn't go well."

"You wouldn't have had to, angel," he says and I'm curious what he means by that, but he doesn't say a word until we're in his house and I'm in his arms as he carries me up the stairs towards his bedroom. He tosses the bag into the corner, before putting me down in front of the closet, and I let out a gasp when he opens it, a light coming on automatically, showing off rows of clothes—girl clothes that all fit my personal style. Comfy and relaxed for every day wear compared to Mom's more polished looks. I like dresses like the one I'm wearing when I dress up while Mom went for anything to make me look younger.

"It's amazing, Mark," I sigh as he presses a kiss to my neck. "Thank you."

"The only babydoll dresses you'll ever wear are ones just for me, for dinner at home with just me, or the lingerie that's in the chest of drawers there," he adds and shit, I'm soaked with need.

"Did you mean it about moving?" I ask because there's no way he'd say he's selling his company in front of others if he's not.

"Do you want to see the place I put an offer in on?" he asks and I'm so torn. I want him inside me, but I also want to know more. Know everything about our future together.

"Will you give me an extra special birthday fuck if I say yes to it before you put that huge cock of yours back inside me?" I return, making his eyes darken while his pants tighten more.

A gasp falls when I'm spun around and feel my dress pushed up over my ass. A hard smack comes down on it, once, then twice, then a third time and I let out a little cry as it stings a bit that time.

"You can use the word fuck as a pleasure cry, but you never use it to describe the way I take you, angel. Good girls don't use dirty words like that, because even if I am fucking the shit out of your holes, it'll always be with love, understand?"

"Yes, Mark," I hum, my pussy soaked with hunger for it. "I'm sorry. I'll be your good girl, I promise."

"I know you will be angel. If not, that spanking will be nothing compared to what I'll give you," he promises, giving me a kiss before lifting me up and carrying me to the bed with my dress still up around my waist. He pulls me down onto his lap with it like that and it just turns me on more. I seriously don't think there's anything that will make me not want him.

He takes out his phone, pulling up a listing and my breath catches seeing the house. It's even bigger than this one, than my parents' but the photos of the outside also show there's nothing close by, unlike ours now. He flips through the photos, and I seriously fall harder for the place with every one, but then he flips to one that shows off a barn, with five or six horses inside it, and I'm completely in love.

"The owner kept goats and dogs as well. They died in a car accident while out visiting their son and he doesn't want to keep the place, so he's offering everything to go with it. I'm sure if anyone could help those dogs not feel so lost it's my angel," Mark says, his lips pressing a kiss against my temple and I turn quickly, settling over his lap as I give him a hard kiss. "Is that a yes, angel?" he growls against my lips, and I nod, reaching for his zipper.

Before he can stop me, I slip off his lap and onto the floor, pulling out his thick cock, and I run my tongue over it pulling a deep curse from his lips. His hand comes my way, and I quickly wrap my lips around his thick head, thinking he's going to try to stop me, but it slides straight into my hair, and wraps around it, as his eyes meet mine. "You can thank me with that mouth all you want, but you know the rule, angel. Every drop is going into your pussy until you're bred, so when I tell you to stop, you better be my good little girl, or I'll fill that pussy without letting you come."

I bob my head yes around his cock, sucking on it and I swear, it tastes like candy. Not the normal sweet shoppe type but something a bit salty with a hint of a sour pucker. Like my favorite lemon tarts with sea salt. I want more of it and I suck him harder, moving further down his length and he groans, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling me up off him after I take another inch of him into my mouth.

"Mark…" I whine, wanting it back, but I don't argue when he cups my face, giving me a quick kiss before his hands slide down to pull my dress off over my head, leaving me entirely naked on my knees in front of him.

"That was far too good to waste not being able to see all of you while you suck me down, angel. Think you can take it all?" he asks, and I grin, swirling my tongue around his head before sucking him back into my mouth, going further and further down his length as I hold his gaze. The hunger in his eyes deepens with every inch I take, and I suck on him again as he bumps the back of my throat.

"Ginny!" he grunts his hips pushing forward, sending him down it further, and another grunt comes when I smile as much as possible around his thickness. He jerks my head back until he falls out of my mouth, and I pout, wanting it back again. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that? I swear if you…"

"I've never kissed another man—or boy even," I add as his eyes still glitter darkly, his nose flaring sexily as he breathes out hard. "Do you remember when I had my tonsils out?" I ask when his body just tenses more. He gives a short nod, and I tell him, "Well, apparently something happened during it, and it damaged the nerve that controls the gag reflex. We didn't know it until a few months afterwards when I choked on something."

"Fuck angel, now I'm going to be dying to fuck that pretty mouth of yours just as much as I fuck your pussy. I can't wait to see your face and tits covered with my cum once you're bred."

"I won't complain about that. You taste like my lemon tarts," I tease, licking around his base before going back up to claim his length, and his hand slips back into my hair, holding it as I work myself further down until he's deep in my throat and moaning as his hips punch forward, bucking against me, letting me taste every single inch of him.

"So fucking good, angel. You like it too, don't you? Knowing that I could come down your throat any minute if you teased me to fuck your face right now, but you're being such a good little girl. Letting me get a taste of it to know what a treasure I'm getting, but being my good girl, so I don't waste a drop that's meant for your pussy. I can't wait to see if you're as good of a girl when I get in that tight ass of yours," he growls, and it sends a shiver through me thinking of him touching me there. It's all hunger and I moan around his thickness, nodding around his cock as he pulls out before giving me shallower thrusts as I suck on him.

"No more," he says a minute later, pulling completely out, but I don't complain when he picks me up, putting me on the bed on my hands and knees with a quick kiss.

He slips up behind me, and I let out a scream as he licks my pussy, sucking on my clit putting me on the edge instantly.

"That's my good girl, so ready for me to own this pussy again. Fill it," he says, slamming into me, and my back arches at how deep he goes instantly. "That's it, angel. Take it all. I'm going to come straight in your womb. So come for me, show me how much this slutty little pussy wants to be bred. How much you want everyone else to know you're a little whore that can't stay off her master's cock. How you get him to fill you so much it breeds you."

"Mark!" I scream as his hand wraps around my throat as he gives me a deep thrust and I can't stop from coming. His filthy words pushing me straight over the edge.

"That's right, angel. Take every last drop as you open that womb, it wants it so bad, doesn't it, angel? Wants to show off she's a slutty little girl that's owned just as badly as you do with my collar on you. Wants to show that she's a good girl."

"Yes!" I scream as he pushes me over again, every bit of me clenching him hard, begging for his cum. "Own me, please. Make me your pet," I plead, my pussy clamping down so hard around his cock that he lets out a loud shout before coming just as hard. His spurts of cum filling me faster than even earlier and it's so hard I can feel each one as it fills my pussy.

"Ginny, yes, yes, you're my good girl, aren't you? My sweet little girl," he whispers hoarsely against my ear as his body comes down over mine as I collapse on the bed. I can feel his bare skin and smile as I turn my face to breathe easier, loving that he shed his clothes even if I didn't get to see it happen. "My amazing little pet I'll never give up. My pretty little pet I love more than anything."

"Mark," I moan, heat filling me at the term. He leans up, turning me until we're face to face, his arm wrapping around me, and it feels so perfect.

"I chose a collar for a reason, angel," he says, his eyes twinkling as he smiles at me. "To show you were owned by a master that knew exactly how to take care of you. Even if it took years for us to work up to what I felt was meant to be between us, I wanted this on you now."

His fingers run over the necklace, and I grin understanding how he felt.

"Knowing that we're on the same page already makes it a million times better, angel. I will always make sure you're looked after, happy, and loved. That whatever you need you get. Even if other people don't quite understand it. I will never try to make you change who you are. Get you to behave perhaps," he teases, and I laugh knowing he means it in the most sensual way, "but never change or make you be who I want you to be, because I want you to be you. The sweet, happy girl that actually hates wearing makeup. Would rather run around in cut off shorts than a designer skirt. And loves to tease her master to near madness."

"I'd apologize but I don't think you disliked it, just didn't like having to wait to be able to own me properly."

"You apologized with your virgin cunt already, angel. From here on, it's us together, against everything. I promise," he assures me, and I smile, giving him a long, slow kiss that leads to another round of incredible, hot, steamy loving I'll never forget.