I'm a monster. Not necessarily a bad man, I go to church and pay my taxes, but I don't process emotions the way other people do. I don't feel guilt or remorse and in their absence, everything else seems to be amplified. If I get angry, I'm livid and if I'm in excited, I'm obsessed. Not exactly Shelley's Frankenstein but not human enough for most.
If we're going to get into nature VS nurture I'm pretty sure I could blame everything on my father. He was truly a bad man. After luring my mother here from Korea as a mail order bride with the promises of a loving supportive spouse, I don't think he spent a day of their marriage without beating her. As soon as I was old enough, I started beating him back and thus I was sent off to every expensive and prestigious private school he could afford, anything to keep me out of the way. He wouldn't pay for my flights home so I learned to work hard and seek opportunities with a feral sort of drive and hunger. I saved my money and started investing well early on. The joy I received from the look of shock on his face when I'd just appear on the doorstep to cave his face in was magnificent.
Eventually, I graduated and headed to an ivy league but not before spending the necessary funds to make sure my father never hurt my mother again. I would have enjoyed doing it myself, slowly and painfully, but I'd reached a certain amount of clout where such a pleasure would be hazardous to my future. So, I let a professional handle it. The only thing that was left of him was his eyes because mine were the same villainous green.
I moved my mother from that house to the city where I would attend and asked her what she wanted to do with it. I was more than delighted to hold her hand on the front lawn as we watched it burn to the ground. I'm sure she's always known there was something wrong with me but compared to him, I was her angel. Better the monster you love.
I graduated Summa Cum Laude in a master's program. With my mother in the same city, I could go year round without issue. I only took time off post graduation to take her on a visit to her homeland, a place she hadn't been in over two decades.
Now at 28, I work as an Angel Investor. I could work from home but I have an office downtown because my mother wanted to see me behind a desk. It takes up a whole floor of a high rise just for me, my secretary, and a lounge for clients.
I'd achieved so much so young that I had to prioritize on what I wanted next. I could spend my life roaming the world but the constant traveling seemed a bit pointless. What would I see? People and land. It would be beautiful, no doubt, but people and land, people and land. I could volunteer somewhere but that was also pointless, I would just be a person doing more for my own experience than another's benefit.
And then, the thought started in my head. It was barely a flicker at first, not yet a glimmer, but it grew brighter with each passing day. Maybe it was time to start thinking about immortality. I'm not talking about the fountain of youth or anything mystical, but the old fashioned way. It was time for progeny.
I pushed the idea around in my head for a while until I realized it wasn't going away. I was going to have children within the next few years. It was no longer an option, only inevitability as I started rolling the ball forward. I would talk about going on a hunt for the perfect mother of my children but she was working for me all along.
My secretary was the perfect fit. Her name was Samantha Logan, nicknamed Sam. I couldn't make this up. She grew up in a small town in Southern Georgia. So small, the biggest event of the year was a peach festival. Her father was a minister, mother a school teacher. She was my perfect little slice of pure Americana. A wonderful wholesome balance to the mighty level of f*cked up which I inherited.
She was beautiful. Tall, which for me was another bonus, wild curls that she kept in a high bun, and glowing mahogany skin. Her thighs, god I could just think all day about her thick thighs, wide birthing hips, and juicy a*s. Sam was a full woman, even her waist which pulled in tightly from her hips was still soft. I just wanted to run my hands all over her when I watched her move.
The only thing was that she just so damn shy and scared. She was great in business situations but socially, she shielded and hid constantly. It annoyed me because I couldn't even take her to formal dinners because she'd freak out as soon as she was out of a suit and in an evening gown.
I found her exquisite but Sam was a chubby young woman who grew up a fat little girl, an experience from which her confidence never quite recovered. I'd bet a million that she was still a v*rgin. And honestly, it would be one of the safer bets I'd taken. At 25, I'd never seen her on a date or with anyone male or female. I could tell she felt a certain way about me: stares lingering a bit too long, sudden jumps at my voice, the way her fingers twitched and flittered nervously when I talked to her.
I'm a good looking man: 6'4, brown black hair, swimmer's build. I consider my looks a tool of my trade and work to keep my muscle defined and my appearance groomed. I usually use them to ensnare resources and charm a few wives to influence their husbands but now I had to be a lure for my secretary. I'd be bait to break her out of her shell once and for all and to start my family as soon as possible.
With a plan set, I slowly began changing and readjusting appointments until a Friday was completely clear. Sam didn't seem to catch on and I personally made calls to make sure some numbskull didn't call her directly and throw off my hard work. I hired a private investigator to follow my little secretary while I did my own research and purchasing in preparation of the big day.
It was as if the stars had aligned, everything went so smoothly. I received the reports from the private
d*ck and the date I'd chosen was perfect, everything that I ordered arrived on time, and Sam never had a clue. The trap was set and she was going to waltz right into it.
She came into work that Friday in a pretty red business dress and sweater. Her patented nervous smile and head nod greeted me before she took her seat and booted up her computer. She stared at the screen and clicked, then clicked again. The fact that there would be no one in the office today must have finally hit her. I walked and stood in the doorway of my private office.
"Sam, it seems we're going to be awfully lonely today."
"Uh, Mr. Smith, I'm sorry. I must have made some scheduling errors somewhere. I can call some of the clients to see if they want to come in earlier." Her voice fluttered out, making me smirk.
"No, no. We should get some things handled here anyway. However, would you join me for tea?" There was a lovely bistro set in the lounge that we used for coffee and tea together.
"Oh? Sure." She stood quickly. "I'll go make it right now."
"No, no... That's quite alright. I'll make it today. Just have a seat there." I winked at her and she bit a luscious full lip before going to sit at the bistro.
The tea I ordered was mild like I knew she liked but had enough flavor to hide the sedative I added to her infuser. It would knock her out quickly but burn out fast, leaving me just enough time to get her prepared. I set her mug in front her and sat with mine.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Sam."
She nearly choked on her tea and stared at me.
"Really Mr. Smith?"
"Absolutely. I find you an integral part of my life. However, I don't think you're being fully utilized at your current position."
Her eyes blinked a little slower than usual as she continued to sip the tea.
"Are you going to fire me?"
"No no no..." I caught the cup before she could drop it and wrapped my other arm around her waist, lifting her with me as I stood. "In fact, you should think of it more as a promotion."
"Tired..." Her eyes batted for a few seconds before shutting.
"I know... I know."
I set the cup down and scooped her up bridal style, carrying her into my office. I had about 45 minutes to get everything prepared. I'd cleaned off my desk already, so I set her down on the main section in front of my chair.
The sweater went first, tossed on the couch in my corner then the dress was easy to unzip and slip over her head. There was no way it was coming down those thighs. I took a moment to run my tongue across the soft flesh and groan. This was going to be fun.
Her underwear was cute, a matching brief and bra set in a pale pink with little white polka dots. I was going to cut them off of her but I wanted to see them on her again so I took the extra time to remove them and send them flying with the dress to join the sweater on the couch. It was definitely longer than I wanted because she started to stir a little as I was tying the silk rope on her hands after securing her ankles to the desk legs on each side of where I sit.I sat at my desk, enjoying my work as I listened to her mumble. She was stomach down on the desk, arms tied behind her and legs spread. The combination of the desk and chair made her the perfect height to do whatever I wanted with her beautiful p*ssy.And it was beautiful. It wasn't bare; she seemed to be the type to be scandalized by such a thing. The lips were soft and fat and as I ran a finger across them she shuddered, so nice and sensitive. I ran my hand up from the back of her knee to her mountain of ass and gripped
When I'd thought she'd had enough, I snapped the toy off and eased it out. I ran my hands over her still quivering flesh and placed kisses in a random wandering pattern across her skin. "You've been such a good girl. I'm going to untie you but if you act up I'll have to restrain you again. Understood?""Yes." Her voice sounded dazed and far away.I untied the silk ropes, starting at her ankles then her arms. Even if she wanted to run, I don't think she'd get far after a bombardment like that. I eased her onto her back and kissed her knees. "How do your legs feel?""A little sore..."I nodded and began to massage them for her, taking my time lean down between them and steal more kisses from her full lips. "Do you wish you'd never come in today?""No..." She seemed embarrassed by her own answer but I rewarded her with a deep kiss anyway. I felt her arms wrap around me and broke the lip lock to nibble at her forearms and wrists."Are you ready?"Sam's eyes locked with mine, staring deepl
Pulling up to the wrought-iron gate, I stare in confusion. Of all the things I expected to find, the heavily guarded fortress in front of me was not one of them. I check my phone again to make sure I have the right address, flipping back and forth between my text messages and my Maps app. It's the right address, but this has to be a mistake... maybe he texted it wrong or something. My already frazzled nerves scream for me to turn around and go back home. It was stupid of me to agree to this, there's no other word for it. But I was lonely and feeling brave for once, lulled by a sense of familiarity.I'm still thinking there's been a mistake when two men step out of the guardhouse just to the left of the gate and approach my car. Now I don't know much about guns, but even I can tell the ones holstered on their belts are not standard issue. Not to mention, they're both carrying deadly looking rifles across the front of their bodies. These guys are armed for an attack, not just to scare l
Admonishing myself isn't going to save me, though. Somehow I have to find a way out of this place, and quickly before I lose any more control of the situation.Gabriel leads me into what could only be his office; large and masculine, with dark wood throughout the room, plush carpets, and oversized furniture, the mahogany desk that stands in front of us the focal point of the room. Shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling with both old books and new, and with a glance, I can see some of the tomes on the shelves are priceless. Off to the left, a fireplace keeps the room at a comfortable temperature, and on the right a large leather couch sits waiting to swallow you up.Behind me, I hear the click of the lock as it settles into place. I turn at the sound, fear making me gasp. I'm trapped in here with the devil, and I'm not getting out until he decides he's ready for me to leave. "Gabriel, please..." I say, prepared to beg for my freedom."Mmm," he purrs, his eyes closed as a look of
His hands work between us at his zipper, freeing himself from the last barrier between us, his black slacks. Releasing my mouth, he steps back as he slides his pants off, wearing nothing underneath them. With a gasp, I get my first look at him, and once again become convinced he'll kill me if he enters me with the monster between his legs. It's at least ten inches long and about the width of both of my hands if they wrapped around his giant member. "You'll never fit!""I swear to you, this c*ck was made for that tight little p*ssy of yours. It'll fit," he says with a husky laugh, grabbing himself and stroking as he looks my body over.I moan, and I'm not sure if it's from fear or desire, as watching him stroke his member does something inside of me, heating me to my core.Still, I have to try one more time. This is my virginity he's about to take. And he was taking it; there was no asking involved. "Please, Gabriel, please, I beg you one last time, don't do this to me.""Enough," he b
And with that his hand slides to my cl*t again, rubbing me as his c*ck claims my p*ssy over and over again. "That's it pet," he says, as he feels what I feel, the tightening deep inside me, "that's it, let it happen, come on my c*ck, shatter for me."And just like that, I fall over the precipice, breaking into a million tiny, little pieces as pleasure jerks through me like a freight train out of control. "Fuck!" he cries, as my eyes roll back into my head and my body arches up off the desk. "Fuck, you feel so good. That's it, come around my c*ck! Such a good little girl."And as I come down, he does something I don't expect. He slows down, leans over, and gives me a slow, torturous kiss. "My turn," he says, as he pulls out. At the look on my face, he laughs, "We're not done yet, pet." And then he stands me up, turns me around to face his desk and plants my hands firmly on top."Oh this a*s," he says, as his hands come around to caress my cheeks. "The fun I'm gon
He had been tracking his female's scent for days when he located her. Immediately he recognized who she was and what she meant to him. It had taken him awhile to realize that the circling path she was wondering could only mean that she was lost.Amazing, he had never known any of their kind to be lost. She was obviously young.Panic had struck him for a moment that she would be too young. However further study of her scent established her age to be well into her breeding years. As he had gotten closer to her he could smell her fear when she realized she was being tracked and was running from him.The beast in him gloried at the chase. He had gotten his first look at her when she entered the clearing. She was so small and delicate looking. Surely he had been mistaking, fate surely would not have picked such a creature for one such as he. He had almost stopped for one breathtaking moment just to fill his eyes with her. He had waited so long for h
"Shh, I wish to taste you." She started to struggle harder causing him to bite into her soft slim thigh until she stilled. She had struggled longer than most would have and he had been forced to break her skin. The smell of her blood so close to her sex was sending him into a sexual frenzy. He did want not hurt her, but she must learn not to deny him. He started speaking to her in a low melodic voice. Trying to calm her he moved slow and gentle. His body was screaming for him to take her hard and fast. But, his mind was warning him of how soft and delicate she was how easy he could hurt her young womb. Her scent swirled around him reminding him of how rare she was. Her family must have treated her as the most special of all creatures. But, they had left her unprotected. Something he would never do. She would be his, he would never let her from his site. The only way she would be away from his site was if she had to take a piss. Hell, he didn't mind watching his woman piss, on second