Chapter Seven

Emily gasped as Dalton kissed down her body. For the past couple of days, they hadn't left his home, other than to take Zero out for bathroom breaks and to play. The other times, Dalton had been showing her all she had been missing, and there was no complaint from her.

She wanted his touches, yearned for them.

Dalton took each of her nipples into his mouth in turn, sliding his tongue back and forth over the mounded peaks, and then he journeyed down. Emily could do no more than close her eyes, and enjoy every sensation as he began to play with her body. He knew exactly what he was doing to arouse her. She didn't think it was possible to reach another orgasm, but Dalton seemed to know her body better than she did.

He expertly touched her, stroking her, working her to a fever pitch which startled her, and he hadn't even gotten to her pussy yet. Fisting the sheets within her hands, she cried out as he suddenly moved between her thighs.

"Look at that pretty little pussy," he said.

She felt the fan of his breath across her mound, and then he spread the lips of her sex open, and his fingers slid toward her clit. He circled her nub, and then, before she had even gotten a chance to come down from the high of his touch, he caressed and teased her entrance.

Emily gasped as he pressed a finger knuckle-deep inside her. He pushed in and out, then added a second. By the third, she was already soaking wet, and she wanted his cock so badly.

She didn't know what he'd done to her, as she never used to crave sex, but with Dalton, it was like her body was no longer her own, and she lived for him.

The moment his tongue touched her, she knew she had lost. He had taught her that it didn't matter how many orgasms she had, the moment he used his tongue, her body was completely his to do with as he wished.

She moaned his name as he slid his tongue back and forth across her clit. He did this repeatedly, and she didn't think she was going to be able to stand it before he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Emily was so sensitive, but the pleasure was even better, and she was so close to her orgasm, she felt it building.

Dalton used just enough pressure for it to feel so good. She ached for more, but then he pushed her over the edge, and she screamed his name as her orgasm rocked her world, taking her higher than she thought was possible.

Even before her orgasm was finished, he moved up between her spread thighs, gripped his cock, and then began to slowly fill her. Inch by glorious inch, he thrust inside her.

Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, and even as she let out another moan, Dalton captured it with his kisses.

This man was an expert when it came to the bedroom, but then she had come to realize that Dalton was an expert at everything he put his mind to. There was no stopping him once he got started. He was a master.

He pulled out of her just to slam back inside, his speed increasing, and it felt even better. All too soon, he surprised her by flipping her over so that she was on her knees before him.

"Dalton?" she asked.

"It's okay. Remember, trust me. I'm not going to hurt you. Never again." She didn't have a single doubt at all, but she couldn't deny she was a little nervous.

On her hands and knees with Dalton at her back, she was vulnerable and he was beyond powerful and in command.

He started at her shoulders, gripping them tightly, and then he traveled down her body, going toward her hips. She felt him exploring her body, and when he got to her ass, she couldn't help but tense up.

"It's all right. You have such a nice ass."

He held the cheeks of her ass, and then suddenly let them go, giving them a little slap. "Such a fucking sexy ass."

She let out a tiny yelp as he slapped her ass again. Then she felt his palm cup her pussy, sliding a finger inside her, then a second. All too soon, he pulled out of her pussy, and then the tip of his cock replaced his fingers. She gripped the sheet again as he began to sink inside her. From this angle, it felt so completely different. Fuller, tighter, harder.

With a couple of inches inside her, his hands went to her hips, and Emily was not prepared for the sudden hard thrust as he filled her right to the hilt. The pleasure was out of this world.

There was the point of pleasure and pain that mingled and combined. She closed her eyes as Dalton paused, giving her time to get used to this new position. His grip tightened at her hips, his strong hands holding her securely. A possessive hold that made her even wetter.

She didn't know how much time passed, it could have been seconds or even minutes.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, sounding breathless even to herself.

He began to pull out of her, and she nearly protested as she didn't want him to stop. With only the tip inside her, he slammed balls-deep back within her, making her scream out.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"No, hell no. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

She heard his chuckle, but then he began to fuck her, taking his time, doing long, hard strokes that drove her crazy.

She lost all senses, her body and mind completely wanton. All that mattered was the pleasure.

Emily couldn't believe how amazing this was, and she knew Dalton was the only person she wanted to be with.

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Emily was perfection. Dalton couldn't believe he was the only man to ever enjoy her pussy. He was never letting her go. He gave her the chance to escape him, but now he was going to use every opportunity to keep her. He wanted her to be as addicted to him as he was to her.

"You know, we're going to have to leave the house eventually. I have a rescue I need to run."

"There will be time for that," he said. The moment they left the house, he had a feeling reality would set in, and Emily would realize she didn't want to be with him. It was fucked up how his past could control him even now, making him weak, forcing him to expect the worst. For now, he wanted to keep her locked in a pleasure paradise, where there was only the two of them, and Zero.

The rescue was already being taken care of. Even though he wanted to be selfish, he couldn't bring himself to forget the world completely. She would never forgive herself if anything happened to the animals in her care, and he did care about her.

"So, what do you think?" Emily asked. "We just stay naked all day and night, having sex?"

"Well, I fail to see a problem with that." He ran his fingers down her ass, and then moved so that he straddled her legs.

Emily tried to shift but he wouldn't let her.

"You're at my mercy," he said.

Sliding his fingers down her back, he slowly began to massage the tension out of her body. She let out a deep moan that sounded so fucking sexy, his cock started to thicken. He wanted back inside her again, but first he needed her to relax.

He moved off her legs a little and reached for a pillow, getting it into position just beneath her pelvis, which helped to lift the cheeks of her ass just a little.

Running his hands down her body, he cupped each rounded cheek, and then spread them apart. He saw the entrance of her cunt with the angle of her ass from the pillow, as well as the puckered hole of her anus.

He watched as he slid a finger inside her pussy. She was still so tight, and yet so wet. He added a second finger, but the call of her ass was just too strong. With his fingers coated in her release, her drew them back and circled her virgin asshole.

Just as he knew she would, she tensed up.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, countering her question with a question of his own.

"No," she said, slowly.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

There was no hesitation and he felt like king of the fucking world. "Good, because I would never hurt you." He began to massage her anus, pressing just lightly, and then stroking. With his other hand, he moved between her thighs and stroked her clit, sliding back and forth before thrusting inside her tight cunt.

Dalton had her so distracted with pleasure, that as he pressed against her asshole, she didn't even whimper. He increased the pressure and then he heard her moan as he penetrated her asshole with just the tip of a finger. He didn't press any further, and instead worked her clit, drawing her closer to another orgasm.

Dalton was addicted to watching her orgasm, and he certainly loved it when he was balls-deep inside her and she found her release.

He pressed on his finger within her ass, and thrust up until she had taken him to the knuckle. He saw her hands were clenched and she had some of the sheets within her tight fist.

Pumping his finger in and out of her ass, he got her used to the feel of him inside her.

"Do you hate it?" he asked.

"No."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. It feels weird but really good."

"I'm going to add a second finger," he said, giving her a warning, and then he worked another inside her, making sure he also worked her clit at the same time.

She moaned his name, and he began to work her ass, spreading his fingers, getting her used to the feel of him. He was amazed as she began to thrust back against him. Emily was so damn responsive.

I'm the luckiest fucking bastard in the world. I'm not ever giving her up. Not fucking ever. I'm going to marry her.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and with her help, moved her into position. Keeping his fingers in her ass, he guided his cock into her pussy. He wanted to be inside that tight forbidden hole so badly, but he knew he had to get her prepared. There was lubrication in his nightstand, but he'd do that later. For now, he wanted to spill his cum deep inside her cunt.

Make her pregnant.

Dalton paused. It was only slight as he thrust within her tight cunt, but he couldn't help but think about Emily pregnant, full, and ripe with his child. The moment he knocked her up, he'd never lose her.

You've already got her.

He couldn't help but doubt that he truly had her. The only way he was going to have her completely was her bound to him with a baby—lots of babies—a ring, and a life of happiness.

Dalton didn't want to lose Emily. He had known what life was like without her and now he knew what life was like with her. This was just the start, as an astute businessman, even he knew sometimes in life you had to play dirty to get the outcome you wanted.

Sliding all the way to the hilt, Dalton knew there was still a chance that Emily would come to her senses. After all, he'd been a bully to her.

Removing his fingers from her ass, he gripped her hips and rocked inside her, feeling her tight warmth surround him.

"Such a dirty girl," he said. "Tell me you want my cock."

Once she started begging, he was a goner.