The agreement
Dani’s eyebrows knitted closer. She hugged her body and shook her head rapidly. Although her first time with him had been the best thing she had ever felt, this was different. She wasn’t with him—she did not accompany him because she wanted to be used by him. All she wanted was to be his. To be acknowledged by him, to be loved by him. This was not part of the plan.
“I didn’t come here for that.”
Chase took a step forward, his scent was overpowering, reaching into her head and dispelling what she had already concluded. He oozed pheromones that made her feel weird down there.
For someone who just told him she didn’t want to become his sex toy, she wanted him to touch her.
“I thought you said you cared for me.” He tilted his head to the side, his hair falling over his face. Under the light, he looked a bit softer than he usually did. His hair wasn’t gelled back, giving him a much younger appearance.
Dali swallowed. Nothing in her body acted in accordance with her words. She wasn’t here for sex, she had said, but it was something she was craving from him. It was a need.
“I care for you,” she answered.
“Then why aren’t you willing to give me the one thing I’m asking for?” He took a step forward. “If you truly cared for me, wouldn’t you want to make me happy?”
Dali nodded her head repeatedly. “I want this more than you think, but I’m just scared…”
His hand landed on her shoulder, shutting up her next words. “With me, you don’t need to be afraid of anything. I’m here to protect you.”
Dali nodded her head. She agreed with his words, but she actually wanted him to know her worries—because what if he actually didn’t care for her anymore? What if, after tonight, he didn’t want to have anything to do with her anymore?
Chase took a step closer, but Dali took a step back, putting up her hand to stop him from moving. “If you want me to become your plaything, then I have to get something out of it.”
For the first time, Dali saw him chuckle. There was something genuine in that smile. It wasn’t like the others that were coated in bitterness, nor was it sarcastic. He genuinely smiled.
“And you claim to like me?” he asked, then clicked his tongue. “Why would you ask for something in return when all you ever wanted and needed—you’re getting it?”
“What do I want?”
“Me.” He lifted his eyebrows.
He was right. He was what she had always wanted and needed. He was everything and more to her. It all happened so fast, and she could feel her feelings for him growing stronger as the seconds ticked by. But what did that mean?
“I do want you.” She nodded her head. “But if you want to have me all the time, don’t you think it’s best if I stay here in the pack house?”
“You will not be living here for free, you know?” he said. “You did mention that you were here to become a maid—we can fix you there. I’ll make you my personal servant, so that means you’ll be close to me, at my beck and call.”
For some reason, Dali’s lips stretched into a smile. She seemed so happy to hear that. Being his personal servant meant she had every access to him—from his toothbrush to his clothes and to his body. She was his, and he was hers to maintain.
Without thinking, she jumped on him, latching her lips onto his. However, he caught her and tossed her to the bed, his expression suddenly turning stern.
“Don’t ever do that,” he scolded coldly.
Dali sat up on the bed, her stomach rumbling with laughter. “I’m sorry, I was so very excited. I really want to do this.”
Chase ignored her. With a finger, he beckoned her over. Dali obeyed. She got on all fours and crawled closer to him while he stood by the edge of the bed.
“Suck me off,” he commanded.
This was all new to Dali, but she wasn’t stupid. She had seen movies—although not on purpose—but she had seen them, she had read books, and she had engaged in conversations with Celyn that were not particularly appropriate for their age.
So she knew what to do in theory, not in practice. Still, she tugged his sweatpants down, exposing his boxers. She looked up at him and met his cold eyes staring at her.
“Don’t be scared.” He stroked her chin. “Take it out and put it in your mouth.”
Dali obeyed. She yanked the boxers down and brought out his thick, hard cock. The tip was coated with sticky moisture, proof that he had been excited for a while now.
Since when?
Dismissing that thought, she opened her mouth and welcomed him in. Dali bobbed carefully, using her tongue, she slithered around his head, sucking on his tip before popping it out.
Chase drew in a sharp breath. He grabbed a fistful of her hair. “You shouldn’t give up that easily,” he said.
“I’m new to this,” Dali informed him, her innocent eyes wide with childish wonder. “You’re the only person I’ve ever been with.”
Something shifted in him. It could be how utterly adorable she looked saying those words or just how pleasing those words sounded in his ears. He was the only one that had ever felt her this way.
She was pure. Sullied only by his touch.
That fed his ego.
“And you’re not allowed to do this with anyone else.” He pushed her back, her head falling onto the bed. “You can keep practicing that, with a cucumber or something else. We can skip that part for today.”
Dali nodded her head. “I promise, I’ll do better next time.”
Chase didn’t pay attention to her. He got out of his clothes and proceeded to rip her clothes off her body, leaving the two of them completely naked.
He climbed the bed. “Turn around,” he said, and she did exactly that. She turned around, her ass facing him and her head facing the headboard.
With a finger, he felt around her, ensuring she was wet enough to receive him—and just like he guessed, she was soaking wet. He breathed out a soft chuckle.
“You’re so ready for me,” he said before he grabbed hold of his cock and slowly slid into her.