Fred was shaking when Ripper pulled her into his apartment. When he started to ask his questions, she wiped the tears away from her face and took a deep breath. "I-I overheard you tell someone your address my first night of night and I just remembered it. I'm always remembering that sort of stuff and I'm here because I have no where else to go," she said in a shaky voice.
Licking the blood off her lip, Fred took another deep breath as she looked up at him. "Cassidy...she saw me coming out of your office the other night and is mad about it. She, um, she put drugs in my stuff and I got in trouble." Her bottom lip started to quiver, remembering what Cassidy had said about her getting fired. "I swear they weren't mine! But no one believes me and I had to go to jail, and then Cassidy got me out."
She wiped her eyes again, silently cursing herself for crying in front of him. "She said you were going to fire me, and that you have sex with your assistants, and that I'm not good enough for you. Guess she's right because you don't even like me and I like you a lot and sometimes at night, when I'm alone, I..."
Shaking her head, Fred stopped her train of thought and looked down at the floor. "I don't know what to do and this is the only place I could think of going," she quietly said.
Of course. Ripper had forgot that she had heard him that night. He should have remembered since he didn't give his address out to anyone unless absolutely necessary, but he had been rather...distracted.
Leading Fred into the lounge, he had her sit down on the couch, wanting to get something for her lip but not wanting to leave her for the moment. Instead, he crouched in front of her, listening as she told him what happened. Anger began welling up inside him when she explained what Cassidy had done and what she had been through.
"She said what?" he hissed. He clenched his fist into a ball, feeling it heat up for a moment but forcing himself to stay under control. As it was, he let out a low growl. "It's all right, Fred. I'll handle this."
Getting up, he went to the phone and placed a call. "Mikal, it's Ripper. I want Cassidy in my office tomorrow as soon as she arrives for work, and call Marie and ask if she'll come in to take care of Cassidy's clients - tell her she'll get double of her percentage in compensation. Then call O'Leary and tell him that I have some information on the Burkle case and I'd like to have a word with him tomorrow night around ten o'clock, our usual meeting place."
Once Mikal indicated he'd do as he asked, Ripper slammed the phone down and went into the kitchen, pulling out a towel and some ice, which he took back out to Fred. Sitting next to her on the couch, he pressed it gently to her lip.
"Despite what Cassidy claimed, I don't make a habit of sleeping with my assistants," he told her. "In fact, I've never had an assistant before I took you on, so..."
He shook his head, wondering now if that had been such a good idea between his physical reaction to just being around her and now Cassidy's attempts to destroy her out of jealousy. Reaching up, he wiped her eyes. He should have sent her home, even though he despised the thought.
"You can stay here if you'd like until we get this sorted."
Fred quietly sat on the couch as Ripper went to the phone and placed a phone call. She listened in, even though she didn’t want to, and she almost felt bad for Cassidy. But, there was a part of Fred who wanted to hurt Cassidy too and make her understand that she didn’t appreciate what she’d done to her.
Jumping a little when he slammed down the phone, Fred watched as Ripper went to the kitchen, only to return a few moments later with some ice. As he held it against her lip, she stared at him and slowly nodded her. And when he wiped her eyes, Fred felt a shudder go though her, followed by the familiar throb she felt every time he was near her.
“May I help, Sir? With Cassidy that is. She pulled my hair and hit me, and I didn’t have the chance to do anything. I promise I won’t kill her. Maybe inject some horse tranquilizer in her and tie her up in a motel room, naked so they thinks someone violated her. I mean, I was violated because she lied and they looked through my underwear drawer.”
Fred shrugged a little and licked her bottom lip. Her eyes locked with Ripper’s and she just stared at him for a moment. He was so close and it was driving her wild. So, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
When Fred asked if she could help, Ripper raised an eyebrow. He had been intending to keep her out of this, not wanting her to involve herself anymore until she had been cleared of the charges. He didn't want Cassidy to be able to point to her.
But at the same time, Cassidy had indeed hurt her. And when she threw out some ideas about what to do with her, he realized just how much darkness Fred had inside her. Was it because of him? Or had she always been like this?
"Some good ideas," he told her, absently rubbing his thumb across her cheek, "but we don't want to make Cassidy the victim in any way. You were violated, and she should pay for that. She won't if they think something was done to her against her will. The coppers are going to know that those drugs were hers. Perhaps we can make it look like she was double-crossed by whoever sold the stuff to her."
Suddenly, he realized that Fred was staring at him and locked eyes with her. This probably wasn't a good idea, not with the way he had been reacting to her presence. This wouldn't be good for either of them. He couldn't...
But then her lips were against him, warm and wanting. Before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed her, pulling her closer as he kissed her hard. This was what he had wanted for the last couple of weeks. Wanting to know what she felt like, how she'd respond to him. He had just deepened the kiss when suddenly, though, he realized what he was doing.
"Fred...no," he gasped, his voice rough as he pulled away. "You don't want to do this. I'm not a nice man. You shouldn't involve yourself with me - I'm just going to pull you down."
The kiss was everything Fred had hoped for. Even when Ripper started to kiss her harder, she could stop the moan coming from her. It was all that she wanted and she could the familiar warmth and wetness between her legs. He made her want to feel him inside of her, despite the pain she knew she would feel. She wanted him completely.
When the kiss deepened, she slid her tongue over his and placed her hands on his shoulders. But suddenly the kiss ended and he was telling her no. Fred slowly blinked a few times and then shook her head. "No! You are a nice man. Well, maybe not to everyone, but you're nice to me. If you weren't, then you wouldn't had opened the door for me," she said as she cupped his face.
"I'm not a nice person either. I've hurt people before, especially the kids in school that would pick on me. I was the kid no one liked because I was smart but I used those smarts to get them back," she said as a dark look passed over her face. She shook her head and looked Ripper in the eyes.
"Remember when I said I had only been with one man? Well, I want to know what it's like to be with someone who is experienced. I want to know what it feels like to have a man bring me to orgasm instead of my hand. I want you to teach me everything you know, Sir," she quietly said.
Despite himself, Ripper felt himself pressing his face against his hand. It had been too bloody long since he had someone touch him like this. The only touching he had before this in the last few years had been the few times he had had sex, and those time had been unemotional, nothing more than fucking. This...this was different.
At Fred's words, he locked eyes with her again, staring deep into the dark depths of hers. He had been right when he had thought he had seen the darkness there. And even though a part of him wanted to push her away before he corrupted her absolutely, part of him wanted to help her embrace that darkness so he'd have someone there with him, someone he knew he could trust.
"Fred," he growled. She wanted him to teach her. She wanted to know.
Well, she would.
Pulling her back toward him, he kissed her again, deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth. His hands ran over her possessively, his body wanting badly to claim her. But he wouldn't hurt her. Picking her up, he took her upstairs to the loft that served as his bedroom and set her down in front of the bed. His hand reached for the hem of her top, sliding underneath and up over her soft skin.
"If we do this, Fred, I don't think I'll be able to ever let you go again," he warned in a low, rough voice. "You'll be mine. Are you sure that's what you want?"
She was afraid he was going to say no and push her away. Fred wait, with baited breath, as they stared at each other. She readied herself to be rejected and sent out the door, but it didn't come. Instead, he growled at her name and she felt the breath hitch in throat as he pulled her closer and started to kiss her.
His hand on her body made her feel special, as if no one else in the world mattered to him at the moment. When he picked her up, Fred felt her heart beat quicken with anticipation as he carried her up the stairs and sat her down in front of his bed. Her cheeks were flushed and she let out a throaty moan as his fingers slid under her shirt and over her skin.
When he told her he didn't think he could let her go again, and they she would be his, Fred groaned. "I want to be yours. I want to be your student, and your lover, and everything else. I want to be yours," she murmured as she closed her eyes, her arousal increasing. "I want to learn from you. I want you to make me yours."
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and tugged his shirt up, and over his head. She then started to run her fingers over his chest.
His. Fred wanted to be his. Irrevocably and unequivocably. She wanted this. She wanted him.
Ripper let her pull his shirt off him, hissing softly at her touch on his chest. He could feel himself hardening the way he had done every night for the last two weeks when he thought of this, thought of her here with him this way. This time, though, there would be relief. Release brought by that touch and not by his own hand.
He took her shirt off, tossing it away, leaving her bare to his touch and stare since she wasn't wearing a bra. His hand ran over her, cupping her breasts in his hands. "Mine," he whispered roughly, massaging them before leaning over and sucking one her nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
His hands, meanwhile, moved down to her jeans, his fingers unsnapping and unzipping before pushing them and her panties down over her hips. Once he got them off her, he straightened up, looking at her.
"Beautiful," he mumured, caressing her, wanting to learn every inch of her body. He would know everything about her soon, but he needed to hear it from her again. Needed to make sure, now that he had her bared to him. "Tell me, Fred...tell me to make you mine."
Fred knew this was going to be different than all those times she touched herself. She wouldn't have to rely on her fingers to make her come. Instead, Ripper was going to do it for her and she throbbed even harder at the thought of giving herself over to him. Completely, and letting him take possession of her soul, mind and body.
When he wrapped his lips around her nipple, Fred gasped at the new sensation. She squirmed in place when she felt her arousal increase again. Then she felt him tugging offer her jeans, leaving her completely naked. And this time, unlike the last, she wasn't embarrassed. Instead, she looked up at him, blushing slightly when he called her beautiful.
Looking down, she noticed his hard cock through his boxers. She wanted to see him naked so she slowly pushed his boxers over, being careful down to hurt him, since she didn't know how sensitive his cock might be. When the boxers were gone, she stared down for a moment, taking in the sight of her hard cock and she groaned. She wanted to touch it but she wanted him to teach her.
Fred looked up again and nodded. "Make me yours, Sir. Make me your lover. I only want to belong to you and no other," she whispered.
When Fred pushed his boxers off him, Ripper growled softly as the material slid over him. She was driving him mad, and they hadn't even done anything yet. It was the sound of her voice, the way she was agreeing to give herself over to him completely.
"Come here," he told her, taking her hand. From the way she was staring at him, he could tell that she must have never touched a man either. Well, that was going to change. He wrapped her hand around him and began moving it back and forth over him, causing him to groan. "This is for you. Never be afraid to touch me. If you're uncertain, ask, and if it's too much, I'll tell you."
Letting her hand go, he ran his hand over her, across her breasts, down over her stomach, back over her ass. "I'm going to explore everything about you and every inch of your body," he promised. "Find out what makes you squirm and what makes you scream and what makes you come. But right now..."
He needed to be inside her before he lost control. The last two weeks had been too much, and his cock was already throbbing from her touch. Picking her up again, he lay her on the bed, then reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He was fairly certain Fred was clean, and he knew he was, but he didn't want to take a chance for anything that neither of them wanted or was prepared for. Once he had rolled the condom on his cock, he crawled over Fred, leaning down and kissing her as his hand moved between her legs, delving into her folds. She was very wet, which was good - he wasn't sure how painful this was going to be for her since he didn't know how far in her first lover had got the one time, so this would be help.
"Tell me if I hurt you," he told her. "And if you need me to stop."
He nudged her legs open wider and settled between them, urging her to wrap them around him as he pressed his cock to her opening. Slowly, he began to push in, hissing a bit at how tight she was.
"Look at me, Fred," he instructed. He wanted to see her eyes as he took possession of her body.
When Ripper took her hand and placed it on his cock, Fred's eyes grew wide. She'd never felt anything like it before. As she slid her hand over it, in long strokes, she could feel the blood pulsing through it and it twitching. A sense of pride went through her, knowing she'd caused it. Looking up at him, Fred nodded at his instructions.
Soon she found herself being picked and placed on the bed. Her body trembled a little as she watched him roll the condom over his hardness. This was it. This was what Fred had wanted for the past two weeks. Part of her was scared, knowing there was going to pain but she pushed the thoughts aside, knowing this was she wanted.
Instead, she kissed him back, moaning when he slid his fingers over her wet folds. She wrapped her legs around him and let out a moan of pain and pleasure when he pushed inside of her. It stung and part of her mind was screaming for it to stop, but Fred didn't want that. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him before taking a deep breath. Slowly her body started to relax and most of the pain went away. "I'm...I'm ready," she whispered, her eyes locked with his.
Fred made the most wonderful sounds, arousing Ripper even more as he stopped for a moment, looking down into her eyes. She was so tight, and he could feel that she wanted to clench up tightly against his invasion, but soon, he felt her relaxing a bit beneath him, ready to accept him.
Reaching down, he found her hands, threading their fingers together and holding them to the bed. He moved in a little bit more, then rocked back before pressing forward again, entering her a bit at a time to let her adjust. He wanted nothing more than to plunge fully into her, but he knew that while she wasn't technically a virgin, for all intents and purposes experience-wise, she was. And the idea that he would be the one to teach her and show her the pleasures of this, that he would be the only one to ever bring her to orgasm was as intoxicating at any fine liquor.
He was definitely glad now that he had refused to make her one of his girls. The idea of any other man touching her was something he couldn't stand to contemplate. She was his now. He could see it in her eyes.
Finally, he eased himself into her body all the way, buried to the hilt. He could feel her trembling around him, and with a smile, he leaned down, mouthing her breasts while just holding himself inside her. When he couldn't bear staying still inside her anymore, he began thrusting into her, his strokes short and slow so as not to overwhelm her.
"Mine," he whispered against her breast before sucking on it next to the nipple, enough to mark it. His mark. His girl. "My Fred.
The more Ripper pushed into her, the more Fred wanted to scream out and make him stop. But, there was something in his eyes that made her relax even more. No man had ever looked at her that way and she felt her body start to tremble, while her heart pounded against her rib cage. She never felt so complete in her life and she never wanted to be apart from him.
Her fingers squeezed his when he pushed all the way into her. It was such an incredible feeling. When he leaned down and started to suckle her breasts, and move inside of her, she moaned loudly. With each stroke, she could feel him rubbing against her clit. "I...god...feels so good," Fred groaned as she arched herself up.
The sensations continued to wash through her body and she yelped when he bit into her skin. "I'm yours," she murmured. "Always yours." Her body started to shake underneath him. It was the same feeling she would get right before she came after touching herself, but she knew it was going to be better this time.
"Oh god," Fred moaned as she pressed up again, a sheen of sweat covering her chest. "I-I...I think I'm going to..." With a cry, Fred pressed her head against the pillow and started to spasm about Ripper's body.
The more Ripper pushed into Fred, the more he felt her relaxing and accepting his cock even though her muscles began tensing a bit from the stimulation. Her body even began reacting to his thrusts, causing him to smile. So responsive in so many ways and so wanton despite her seeming air of innocence.
Her words echoed in his ears as she gave herself over to him, riding the feelings he was creating in her. He knew she was close even before she tried to tell him, could tell by the look in her eyes and the way her body tightened. He sped up his thrusts and had to push harder as she began to clench around her. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in his spine.
Then she came hard around, so tight that she locked him deep inside her. He couldn't move, and the contraction of her muscles brought on his orgasm as white exploded behind his eyes. He groaned, shuddering slightly, his cock twitching inside her.
"Bloody hell," he panted as his control slowly came back. He opened his eyes, looking down at Fred as he remained inside her for the moment, not quite ready to pull out. "Are you all right?"
Fred could feel Ripper's cock twitch inside of her as she came. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She shifted a little, feeling his cock soften inside of her as she caught her breath. Looking up, she locked her eyes with him as he asked his question. "I'm fine. Just a little sore is all but I guess that'll go away in time," she said, sliding her legs off him and stretching them out on the bed.
Her eyes ticked down to the mark he'd left on her breast before she looked up at him again. "So, um, what-what do we do now?" Fred asked, a blush running from her neck to the tip of her ears. "Am I supposed to get out of the bed, get dressed and leave? I kind of hope not since I was kicked out of my dorm and school today. "
She thought for a moment and looked away, and concentrated on the bedside table. "Or do we cuddle?" She couldn't look at him, knowing her face was bright red. Fred had no idea what to do at that moment. "Y'know, cuddle and talk about stuff. Like where we're from, how we got here, what your real name is."
Blinking, she turned her head and gave him a wide-eyed expression. "Unless Ripper really is your name and if it is, I'm so sorry, Sir."
Licking the blood off her lip, Fred took another deep breath as she looked up at him. "Cassidy...she saw me coming out of your office the other night and is mad about it. She, um, she put drugs in my stuff and I got in trouble." Her bottom lip started to quiver, remembering what Cassidy had said about her getting fired. "I swear they weren't mine! But no one believes me and I had to go to jail, and then Cassidy got me out."
She wiped her eyes again, silently cursing herself for crying in front of him. "She said you were going to fire me, and that you have sex with your assistants, and that I'm not good enough for you. Guess she's right because you don't even like me and I like you a lot and sometimes at night, when I'm alone, I..."
Shaking her head, Fred stopped her train of thought and looked down at the floor. "I don't know what to do and this is the only place I could think of going," she quietly said.
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Leading Fred into the lounge, he had her sit down on the couch, wanting to get something for her lip but not wanting to leave her for the moment. Instead, he crouched in front of her, listening as she told him what happened. Anger began welling up inside him when she explained what Cassidy had done and what she had been through.
"She said what?" he hissed. He clenched his fist into a ball, feeling it heat up for a moment but forcing himself to stay under control. As it was, he let out a low growl. "It's all right, Fred. I'll handle this."
Getting up, he went to the phone and placed a call. "Mikal, it's Ripper. I want Cassidy in my office tomorrow as soon as she arrives for work, and call Marie and ask if she'll come in to take care of Cassidy's clients - tell her she'll get double of her percentage in compensation. Then call O'Leary and tell him that I have some information on the Burkle case and I'd like to have a word with him tomorrow night around ten o'clock, our usual meeting place."
Once Mikal indicated he'd do as he asked, Ripper slammed the phone down and went into the kitchen, pulling out a towel and some ice, which he took back out to Fred. Sitting next to her on the couch, he pressed it gently to her lip.
"Despite what Cassidy claimed, I don't make a habit of sleeping with my assistants," he told her. "In fact, I've never had an assistant before I took you on, so..."
He shook his head, wondering now if that had been such a good idea between his physical reaction to just being around her and now Cassidy's attempts to destroy her out of jealousy. Reaching up, he wiped her eyes. He should have sent her home, even though he despised the thought.
"You can stay here if you'd like until we get this sorted."
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Jumping a little when he slammed down the phone, Fred watched as Ripper went to the kitchen, only to return a few moments later with some ice. As he held it against her lip, she stared at him and slowly nodded her. And when he wiped her eyes, Fred felt a shudder go though her, followed by the familiar throb she felt every time he was near her.
“May I help, Sir? With Cassidy that is. She pulled my hair and hit me, and I didn’t have the chance to do anything. I promise I won’t kill her. Maybe inject some horse tranquilizer in her and tie her up in a motel room, naked so they thinks someone violated her. I mean, I was violated because she lied and they looked through my underwear drawer.”
Fred shrugged a little and licked her bottom lip. Her eyes locked with Ripper’s and she just stared at him for a moment. He was so close and it was driving her wild. So, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
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But at the same time, Cassidy had indeed hurt her. And when she threw out some ideas about what to do with her, he realized just how much darkness Fred had inside her. Was it because of him? Or had she always been like this?
"Some good ideas," he told her, absently rubbing his thumb across her cheek, "but we don't want to make Cassidy the victim in any way. You were violated, and she should pay for that. She won't if they think something was done to her against her will. The coppers are going to know that those drugs were hers. Perhaps we can make it look like she was double-crossed by whoever sold the stuff to her."
Suddenly, he realized that Fred was staring at him and locked eyes with her. This probably wasn't a good idea, not with the way he had been reacting to her presence. This wouldn't be good for either of them. He couldn't...
But then her lips were against him, warm and wanting. Before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed her, pulling her closer as he kissed her hard. This was what he had wanted for the last couple of weeks. Wanting to know what she felt like, how she'd respond to him. He had just deepened the kiss when suddenly, though, he realized what he was doing.
"Fred...no," he gasped, his voice rough as he pulled away. "You don't want to do this. I'm not a nice man. You shouldn't involve yourself with me - I'm just going to pull you down."
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When the kiss deepened, she slid her tongue over his and placed her hands on his shoulders. But suddenly the kiss ended and he was telling her no. Fred slowly blinked a few times and then shook her head. "No! You are a nice man. Well, maybe not to everyone, but you're nice to me. If you weren't, then you wouldn't had opened the door for me," she said as she cupped his face.
"I'm not a nice person either. I've hurt people before, especially the kids in school that would pick on me. I was the kid no one liked because I was smart but I used those smarts to get them back," she said as a dark look passed over her face. She shook her head and looked Ripper in the eyes.
"Remember when I said I had only been with one man? Well, I want to know what it's like to be with someone who is experienced. I want to know what it feels like to have a man bring me to orgasm instead of my hand. I want you to teach me everything you know, Sir," she quietly said.
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At Fred's words, he locked eyes with her again, staring deep into the dark depths of hers. He had been right when he had thought he had seen the darkness there. And even though a part of him wanted to push her away before he corrupted her absolutely, part of him wanted to help her embrace that darkness so he'd have someone there with him, someone he knew he could trust.
"Fred," he growled. She wanted him to teach her. She wanted to know.
Well, she would.
Pulling her back toward him, he kissed her again, deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth. His hands ran over her possessively, his body wanting badly to claim her. But he wouldn't hurt her. Picking her up, he took her upstairs to the loft that served as his bedroom and set her down in front of the bed. His hand reached for the hem of her top, sliding underneath and up over her soft skin.
"If we do this, Fred, I don't think I'll be able to ever let you go again," he warned in a low, rough voice. "You'll be mine. Are you sure that's what you want?"
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His hand on her body made her feel special, as if no one else in the world mattered to him at the moment. When he picked her up, Fred felt her heart beat quicken with anticipation as he carried her up the stairs and sat her down in front of his bed. Her cheeks were flushed and she let out a throaty moan as his fingers slid under her shirt and over her skin.
When he told her he didn't think he could let her go again, and they she would be his, Fred groaned. "I want to be yours. I want to be your student, and your lover, and everything else. I want to be yours," she murmured as she closed her eyes, her arousal increasing. "I want to learn from you. I want you to make me yours."
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and tugged his shirt up, and over his head. She then started to run her fingers over his chest.
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Ripper let her pull his shirt off him, hissing softly at her touch on his chest. He could feel himself hardening the way he had done every night for the last two weeks when he thought of this, thought of her here with him this way. This time, though, there would be relief. Release brought by that touch and not by his own hand.
He took her shirt off, tossing it away, leaving her bare to his touch and stare since she wasn't wearing a bra. His hand ran over her, cupping her breasts in his hands. "Mine," he whispered roughly, massaging them before leaning over and sucking one her nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
His hands, meanwhile, moved down to her jeans, his fingers unsnapping and unzipping before pushing them and her panties down over her hips. Once he got them off her, he straightened up, looking at her.
"Beautiful," he mumured, caressing her, wanting to learn every inch of her body. He would know everything about her soon, but he needed to hear it from her again. Needed to make sure, now that he had her bared to him. "Tell me, Fred...tell me to make you mine."
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When he wrapped his lips around her nipple, Fred gasped at the new sensation. She squirmed in place when she felt her arousal increase again. Then she felt him tugging offer her jeans, leaving her completely naked. And this time, unlike the last, she wasn't embarrassed. Instead, she looked up at him, blushing slightly when he called her beautiful.
Looking down, she noticed his hard cock through his boxers. She wanted to see him naked so she slowly pushed his boxers over, being careful down to hurt him, since she didn't know how sensitive his cock might be. When the boxers were gone, she stared down for a moment, taking in the sight of her hard cock and she groaned. She wanted to touch it but she wanted him to teach her.
Fred looked up again and nodded. "Make me yours, Sir. Make me your lover. I only want to belong to you and no other," she whispered.
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"Come here," he told her, taking her hand. From the way she was staring at him, he could tell that she must have never touched a man either. Well, that was going to change. He wrapped her hand around him and began moving it back and forth over him, causing him to groan. "This is for you. Never be afraid to touch me. If you're uncertain, ask, and if it's too much, I'll tell you."
Letting her hand go, he ran his hand over her, across her breasts, down over her stomach, back over her ass. "I'm going to explore everything about you and every inch of your body," he promised. "Find out what makes you squirm and what makes you scream and what makes you come. But right now..."
He needed to be inside her before he lost control. The last two weeks had been too much, and his cock was already throbbing from her touch. Picking her up again, he lay her on the bed, then reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He was fairly certain Fred was clean, and he knew he was, but he didn't want to take a chance for anything that neither of them wanted or was prepared for. Once he had rolled the condom on his cock, he crawled over Fred, leaning down and kissing her as his hand moved between her legs, delving into her folds. She was very wet, which was good - he wasn't sure how painful this was going to be for her since he didn't know how far in her first lover had got the one time, so this would be help.
"Tell me if I hurt you," he told her. "And if you need me to stop."
He nudged her legs open wider and settled between them, urging her to wrap them around him as he pressed his cock to her opening. Slowly, he began to push in, hissing a bit at how tight she was.
"Look at me, Fred," he instructed. He wanted to see her eyes as he took possession of her body.
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Soon she found herself being picked and placed on the bed. Her body trembled a little as she watched him roll the condom over his hardness. This was it. This was what Fred had wanted for the past two weeks. Part of her was scared, knowing there was going to pain but she pushed the thoughts aside, knowing this was she wanted.
Instead, she kissed him back, moaning when he slid his fingers over her wet folds. She wrapped her legs around him and let out a moan of pain and pleasure when he pushed inside of her. It stung and part of her mind was screaming for it to stop, but Fred didn't want that. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him before taking a deep breath. Slowly her body started to relax and most of the pain went away. "I'm...I'm ready," she whispered, her eyes locked with his.
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Reaching down, he found her hands, threading their fingers together and holding them to the bed. He moved in a little bit more, then rocked back before pressing forward again, entering her a bit at a time to let her adjust. He wanted nothing more than to plunge fully into her, but he knew that while she wasn't technically a virgin, for all intents and purposes experience-wise, she was. And the idea that he would be the one to teach her and show her the pleasures of this, that he would be the only one to ever bring her to orgasm was as intoxicating at any fine liquor.
He was definitely glad now that he had refused to make her one of his girls. The idea of any other man touching her was something he couldn't stand to contemplate. She was his now. He could see it in her eyes.
Finally, he eased himself into her body all the way, buried to the hilt. He could feel her trembling around him, and with a smile, he leaned down, mouthing her breasts while just holding himself inside her. When he couldn't bear staying still inside her anymore, he began thrusting into her, his strokes short and slow so as not to overwhelm her.
"Mine," he whispered against her breast before sucking on it next to the nipple, enough to mark it. His mark. His girl. "My Fred.
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Her fingers squeezed his when he pushed all the way into her. It was such an incredible feeling. When he leaned down and started to suckle her breasts, and move inside of her, she moaned loudly. With each stroke, she could feel him rubbing against her clit. "I...god...feels so good," Fred groaned as she arched herself up.
The sensations continued to wash through her body and she yelped when he bit into her skin. "I'm yours," she murmured. "Always yours." Her body started to shake underneath him. It was the same feeling she would get right before she came after touching herself, but she knew it was going to be better this time.
"Oh god," Fred moaned as she pressed up again, a sheen of sweat covering her chest. "I-I...I think I'm going to..." With a cry, Fred pressed her head against the pillow and started to spasm about Ripper's body.
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Her words echoed in his ears as she gave herself over to him, riding the feelings he was creating in her. He knew she was close even before she tried to tell him, could tell by the look in her eyes and the way her body tightened. He sped up his thrusts and had to push harder as she began to clench around her. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in his spine.
Then she came hard around, so tight that she locked him deep inside her. He couldn't move, and the contraction of her muscles brought on his orgasm as white exploded behind his eyes. He groaned, shuddering slightly, his cock twitching inside her.
"Bloody hell," he panted as his control slowly came back. He opened his eyes, looking down at Fred as he remained inside her for the moment, not quite ready to pull out. "Are you all right?"
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Her eyes ticked down to the mark he'd left on her breast before she looked up at him again. "So, um, what-what do we do now?" Fred asked, a blush running from her neck to the tip of her ears. "Am I supposed to get out of the bed, get dressed and leave? I kind of hope not since I was kicked out of my dorm and school today. "
She thought for a moment and looked away, and concentrated on the bedside table. "Or do we cuddle?" She couldn't look at him, knowing her face was bright red. Fred had no idea what to do at that moment. "Y'know, cuddle and talk about stuff. Like where we're from, how we got here, what your real name is."
Blinking, she turned her head and gave him a wide-eyed expression. "Unless Ripper really is your name and if it is, I'm so sorry, Sir."
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