Chapter 13
Brandon's POV:
Her lips parted as she slowly drew in shaky breaths. She looked so innocent and relaxed. My hands wandered off on their own and found rest on her hair, carefully stroking them. As she felt the touch, she snuggled more into the pillow and held on to my hand. Suddenly, she began whimpering and roughly thrashing against the bed. She must be having a nightmare. I tapped her shoulder and when she wasn't responding, I shook her until she jolted awake and then laid back down, continuing with her pleasant sleep. What could she have been dreaming about?
The coolness of the night and her flawless skins drew me to just lay beside her briefly. I wanted to take her there and then, but, wouldn't it be fun to tease her? Surely, it was going to be entertainment to behold, so I had to hold on until later. The idea of owning a woman did things to me. I couldn't deny the fact that I'd been thinking about the fact that in addition to being in control of my business, I'd be controlling her. Owning this girl, having her available for my every need, was stirring something in me. And did I have needs? I was a shredded being inside out. Something about the idea of a girl who was mine, a girl I could groom and punish without questioning… appealed to me on a deep level, a level so deep I was having trouble shaking what felt like cravings
The things I was imagining doing to her. Now, the more I looked at her, the more I got drawn to her the more.
I'd dreamt about her almost every night since I wasn't around. Filthy dreams. I woke up every night a few times, an addiction, anyway, but since my encounter with her, I'd woken up sweaty, with a hard-on, after delightful dreams of her kneeling with her eyes glued to the floor. Dreams of her tied and spread out, begging not to get punished for disobeying. I wanted her lips on my cock, gagging with tears streaming down her eyes. I wanted her eyes puffy from crying and her ass getting spanked. She was smoking hot and had astonishing skin.
Very young. Looking at hair alone, it did things I couldn't imagine to my body. Before I got her, I made sure to have everything concerning her in her palm. I knew where she lived, who her friends were, and her greatest fear. I had pictures of her in every detail. Watching her was even what made me want her the more. He'd been watching her, how she interacted with others. She wasn't hard to read at all. She was quite transparent and didn't keep a lot of friends. Very reserved.
My cock twitched at every moment I saw her. Her silky blonde smooth hair fell all the way to the middle of her back and I could imagine wrapping my fist around those hairs until she whimpered from the pain. I wanted to grab her hair while I took her from behind.
My jaw tightened as she suddenly moved away from my touch. I was a damaged, possessive prick. I even felt like choking the little punk that hovered around her during her graduation party, trying to get her attention.
From her response, it seemed like she liked the boy the more. But, aside from the naive idiot, she wasn't involved with anyone.
She seemed as if she was warming up to give into that boy. It made me want to crush him all over again. Hailey was a bit of a cock tease, the way she wriggled under the sheets.
The girl hadn't had it easy. She had no idea who her father was. She worked so many jobs to help her shitty grandmother out. The girl has practically raised her. And she did a good job. Hailey was a strong-willed girl. Not your normal 18 years old girl and that impressed me. To top it all, she was a virgin. A hardcore and no-nonsense one.
I would work hard on bringing her to her heels and taming her. It was appealing to know that getting her to be mine was going to be a little workload. I loved challenges and anything that came easy, I didn't like it. I would have gotten rid of her as soon as I brought her. But to know the plea and crying, which will be a sweet sensation to my ears, made me hold on the more. Maybe, until I got tired. There were girls out there that I'd already been with who'd be more than happy to wear my ring and sleep in my bed, no matter my messed up obsession. But I guess I didn't do rings and chocolates. I was more of an ownership and bang kind of girl.
I bought her, and now she was my property. As twisted as I was, it brought enough justification that I had paid for what was in my possession. She was mine. Yeah, mine. I guess I am really fucked up to the point of no return.