Into His Keeping (22 page)

Warm hands took her to heaven on cottony clouds of sensation, gently, firmly and oh-so tenderly. His heart was as committed to making her moan with drowsy relaxation as it was to making her scream in sexual frustration.

Lying there in the shadowed hayloft, Jill felt a painful certainty slowly flow over her heart like molten metal. It engulfed her and secured itself in place. Encasing that beating organ in unbreakable walls with no seams, no locks. A smooth prison with only one escape route. The key rested in the rough hands moving over her instep. It lived in those hazel eyes that burned for her below lazy lids. It didn’t matter how old they were or what lives they’d lived to this point. Here was the man who’d own her forever. The one man, the only man.

The man she would have to love enough to leave. At some point and probably soon, his life would depend on her leaving without a trace.

Jill sank back off her elbows and her hands rose to cover her face. Gasping through the rapier cuts her thoughts inflicted, she didn’t want him to see. The only thing she had to give him was whatever time they had left. If he knew, he’d die with her every day. It was too late to break up and spare them both. She wasn’t strong enough to do it. Somehow she’d passed that moment and not even known it was there.

He was only marking time working at the store. His plans were college in the fall and she knew she’d probably not even been here by then. At first dating had been just for fun. How quickly everything had changed.

“What?” Holdin asked in concern, his hands still holding her feet in his lap, his body leaning toward her.

Jill composed her face. She would have this moment. Everything else dropped away as her hands left her face. There was only him and she let the decadent pleasure of being his woman flow over her face, concealing the desperate anguish that lived in her soul. Love was a small word for where they were and there were no words for what came next. There was only now.

Holdin sucked in a sharp breath as she looked at him and slowly pulled the towel away from her body, holding up her arms to him.

“Yes,” Jill breathed.

Holdin prowled up her body on hands and knees, his eyes never leaving hers as he settled over her.

Her soft voice continued. “You will hear my yes when time ends and there are no more days. There will still be my yes, Holdin.” His mouth crushed down on hers as the urgency of her mood surged over him. His arms tunneled under her body and he pressed down into her as he pulled her up. Arms and legs wrapped around him, she clung to him with all the desperation that was swamping her.

His kiss was long and deep as he tried to draw the mysterious pain he felt in her out of her into his own body. He could feel it moving through her soul but couldn’t find the cause. Her small body clung to him with it and somehow it felt as if the end of time she’d spoken of was called down on them.

The fragrant air became laden with soft moans and rumbling growls as his mouth finally left hers and dragged down to her sensitive neck. He was fierce and tender. Living rock that held her on the edge of forever with hard hands and burning eyes. Urgency was held in ruthless control as he molded her trembling breasts, plucking the tender peaks, twisting them and moving down her body to lick the sting away.

Her head spun with the sharp pleasure he gave her so easily. Each touch severed another artery as he deftly removed the heart he owned and took it into his keeping. By the time his hands shoved her knees up to her chest to open the center of her body to his ravishing mouth she was nothing but a moaning body of sensation. His possession to please or tease as he wished.

He knew it. He was hunger and will, wrapping around her in driving demand. He took her moans and required more. His mouth opened over her swollen pussy and he snarled in satisfaction as her body gushed for him. Tangy sweet, her body gave him his due and he took it from her with slowly unraveling control. His tongue moved over her in demanding strokes that became animalistic as he gorged himself on her essence. Lapping at her, he petted each fold, driving her sensitive center wild with need. Controlling her with touches that wouldn’t let her reach the release her body was craving.

The sound of him greedily slurping between her legs with animalist enjoyment stabbed Jill with spikes of guilty pleasure. Embarrassment became another face of pleasure as he ate her. His pleasure added a dimension to her sensations that she couldn’t name. He was driving her wild with it and she loved how he took her. Wanting to please him became the center of her world but he wouldn’t let her focus on it. His clever tongue kept lashing her with the realization that she loved being spread before him. The nasty slut in her eagerly offered her most intimate secrets for his examination.

Soon that was not enough and his fingers trailed around her vaginal opening then slowly thrusting into her shallowly as he played with sensitive folds.

Jill couldn’t remain still as he teased her. Shifting beneath his mouth, she tried to center him where she needed him. Holdin snarled as he turned to nip her thigh and Jill yelped. The sharp reminder of his absolute control shot through her. It was harsh and insistent. She was his to do with as he pleased and that fact made her gush with guilty intensity. Stretched before him was not enough. He required she surrender to his demands and she loved it. Needed it. The red mark on milky white flesh glowed as he licked it and then returned to her contracting cunt with renewed interest.

Moaning, Jill clutched the blanket below her as he sucked a damp fold into his mouth, lifting it from her with a shake of his head. Then took the other and growled as he shook it gently. Her body obediently shifted back to where he wanted it and he grunted in satisfaction, stabbing his tongue into her opening in reward.

Contracting around him, Jill howled in reaction. The intensity of his demands, his dominant control and the stab into her over-sensitized channel drove her harshly up the last bit to painful need. Her entire body was convulsing on his tongue and she couldn’t hold back another second. Of course he knew it. Pulling his tongue away from her, his finger grasped her clit and jerked it up in a harsh twist. The new pain forced her release back but not by much.

He refused her release in the most dominant way possible. Using her body like the plaything it was for him. He let her clit go as Jill panted off the desperate high. Her body shuddering as muscles contracted in protest. The rushing whirlwind didn’t let up as licking gently then roughly he drove her right back up that desperate hill until Jill started begging.

“I need it, oh please. I need to come. Anything, Holdin. Anything you want but let me come.”

His response was a rumbling growl as lifting off her, his thumbs peeled back her labia and he blew down pink center folds.

“Please, please.” Jill’s ass had jumped off the blanket as his warm breath washed over her in contrast to the animalist fervor of the last few moments.

“Please what?” His clever tongue licked around her clit, circling it roughly. “Say the words, Jill.”

“Please, Holdin. I need you. I need you in my body,” Jill moaned.

Two fingers swirled through the cream flowing down the crack of her ass then pushed deep into that small hole, hard and fast.

“Like this, Jill?” His lips were peeled back from his teeth in a predatory snarl as the guttural rumble of his voice made the words almost indistinct.

Jill arched into the invasion, her head thrashing as he pulled out and rammed his fingers back into her ass again. The thrill of him entering her there rocked her. Those new, shameful sensations shot unbelievable pleasure through her womb as if there were some direct line connecting them for her.

“Oh God,” Jill gasped as he continued to thrust into her contracting opening. The abrupt entrance and demanding strokes shot burning arrows of intense need deep into her belly. It didn’t matter, she wanted him to take her. “I don’t know. However you want.”

“Yes, baby. I’ll get to that hungry ass soon. Now say the words that you need to say.”

He rose up over her body, one arm bulging as he supported himself above her face again. The hand between her legs added a third finger twisting as he continued to thrust into her ass. “You know, Jill. You know what you need. I will spank your ass like a five-year-old if you refuse to say the words again. You will not hide from me this way. You are mine—every emotion, need and desire. Mine! Give them to me!”

Never. He’d never been like this and it shot her into some amazing place where she was only his. Nothing else mattered. She was free to be the woman he’d made her in his arms. The woman who needed him just like this because he knew she wanted to feel his possession of her ass, her cunt, her body. There was only Holdin and she would do anything to have him.

“Please, fuck me, Holdin. I don’t care how you do it. I am yours. Take me, I beg you. Just fuck me, please. I need it so bad.” Her voice was splintered with desperation.

“Then be mine.” Both his hands came up to hold her head as his body adjusted over hers. The fat head of his cock dragged down her burning folds to rest at the contracting opening to her very soul. He nudged gently, pressing in so her tight channel held only the wide head. “Look at me, baby.”

Holdin teetered on the brink of forever. In her eyes was his future and he needed her in it with him. Loving Jill was more than taking her this final step. But this step was one that closed the door to the past for both of them.

Her eyes gazed up at him in watery devotion and he knew the woman she was about to become was the center of his soul. His commitment to her now was reverent and total. She was giving herself into his keeping and he wanted that responsibility more than anything he’d ever known. “Mine, Jill. You are mine.”

His hips abruptly thrust into her. It was sharp and hard and took her so quickly she didn’t have time to feel the ripping pain. It was mixed into the shocking intrusion as he forced her to take him to the hilt. Merciless and thick, he burned into her body and held himself there.

His hands still held her head so she couldn’t turn away from him as pain washed over her. A single shocked exclamation was forced out of her as tears suddenly streamed down the sides of her face into her hair.

“Yes, Jilly-girl. Pain,” Holdin hissed in fierce response. “This is the price of your gift. You’ve given it, now it’s over. There will never be another time like this, baby. Not like this where pain has no part of the pleasure.” Holdin kissed her tears, licking the salty taste of her virginity and its price. “You’re mine now, mine in ways that can’t be undone.”

His thumbs stroked down her cheeks as he held his body in her. There was fear written across her face with the pain. It started to fade as he held not only her body but demanded her mind as well.

“That’s my girl,” he approved in gentler tones, still kissing away the tracks of her surrender. “My beautiful girl who’s become a woman. Fear is not part of this, baby. It’s a healthy emotion but it’s not between us. I’ll take care of you. Don’t be afraid. You’ve given yourself into my keeping and nothing can undo that. Nothing. My sweet slut. My precious lady. You are both and you are mine.”

Jill gasped in gulps of air and her body suddenly contracted on him. Holdin smiled in understanding. His woman. His slut. She was that slut at heart and only just coming to grips with it. Even in this moment, she’d responded to him on that reminder. He’d known what he was for a long time. The dominant urges were the only way he’d ever expressed himself sexually, but Jilly-girl hadn’t had the freedom to recognize who she was. She’d never understood that side of herself.

His experience was not vast but it was informed. Tying up girls on the school playground at ten had pretty much been a clear sign to his father of what type of son he was rearing. Charles Powell made sure his son came to understand his own nature and did not express it inappropriately again.

At first he’d not explained the sexual side of it, but by fourteen Holdin had read enough to know what he was. Charles was a firm father but always fair. Bringing questions to him might have been a little uncomfortable, but Holdin knew he had a responsibility to protect the very ones he might hurt if he didn’t understand.

There was a sharp cost to protecting his little slut. Her body was begging him for the hard use they both wanted. That tight, tender pussy pulsing on his cock shrieked at him in female demand. Not giving in to it was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

His head snapped back and a strangled roar erupted from him as his eyes squeezed shut. But he didn’t move. Her body released slowly and then contracted again and he concentrated on the control her submission required as he bent his head to her in gasping agony. Pleasure flayed him. That sweet, tight tunnel sucking around him was nearly his undoing. Shuddering, he looked into her face again.