Possessive Rich Boys

Chapter 5

Playlist - Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

Ares

I turned into the parking lot, the night lit up with the headlights of my BMW i8 flashing on the ground. The Opera House was built in the 1800s and had a fabulous architecture, but was shut down in the mid 90s and now it was just a semi detached house, with an enormous stage, it's privacy still intact.

It was neither slotted for use nor torn down, so I usually confiscated it for parties. Or for occasion just like this. I looked at my watch, it read 11pm and I knew I was late for meeting little Miss Luna West whom I had invited to meet me.

I've kept my eyes on Luna far much closely than she thought I did. For starters who can escape sunshine-headed beautiful bombshell like her? She had always made sure to make herself visible not for the people around her, but to catch someone's attention. Too bad, she was paid dust.

I wouldn't know about her existence if it wasn't for her great blunder of sophomore year. The memory is still fresh in my head.

I stand outside my new BMW i8, leaning back against it with my arms folded over my chest. I have s**t to do and places to be not stand in the school parking lot waiting for my cousin who can't bunk a f*****g period.

Exhausted, I head back inside the school. Our school foyer still had a few freshmen and Sophomore' chit-chatting. I can feel them looking at me as walk through the foyer like I f*****g owned it.

Well, kind of. My great-grandfather invested in this school in the beginning of its setup. So, I did own it a little. People worshipped me. They all wanted a piece of me and I was happy to obligate the girls, the boys had to earn my respect.

All my friends were at the party and I was still waiting for that little s**t to grace me with his presence. I climbed four flights of stairs only to get a message from my sister.

I forgot my t-shirt in the boys locker room. I know I wasn't suppose to be there, but please bring back my t-shirt. It's my favourite. Please.

I fume at her words and automatically know she'll be in deep s**t when I meet her next. My naive little sister loves stepping out of the boundary line even though I've repeatedly told her not to.

I sighed, and decide to retrieve her shirt. I knew exactly why she was here and whom she was here to see. My chest heaved at the thought of them together, but I couldn't even trust any f*****g guy around her. She was far too precious for any if them.

Charlotte Richards, was my only sister and my father's little secret which I've made public as soon as I got to know her. She trembled into our lives six years ago, leaving my mother in complete shock.

My father tried to deny her as his daughter, but when an eleven year old with high ponytail, who could be easily mistaken as a twin of his son can't easily being denied of her rightful claim.

My mother who couldn't stand the sight of my father's betrayal never really accepted Charlotte in her life. But, I was neither of my parents and Charlotte was indeed my sister and there was no reason for me to not accept her in my life.

Well, that was past and at the moment I was really fuming with anger. I couldn't handle the thought of someone touching my sister. And he's going to pay for it later….

The gym locker is soaked with smell of sweat and steam pouring out from the few showers still running. I searched around the room for her t-shirt for a while and I came across to a purple women's t-shirt laying around the pile of wet towels.

I carefully picked it up and was about to head out when I heard two hushed female murmurs.

“Is it still there?”

No reply

“Are looking for it properly.”

“Stop it. All I see is sweat drenched tank tops and basketball shorts.”

“But I carefully placed in right on top of his mess.” The voice followed by cracked up.

I quietly covered my body behind the pillar, c****d my head to see the owner of the voices. There was one girl who looked a little familiar to me, but I couldn't place the other one in my head.

Her bright sunshine head was the first thing I noticed and when she turned around to show her face, I was caught off - guard. Her cerulean eyes watered and a tear fell down her cheeks like a crystal raindrop.

“Luna, Axel is a jerk to not notice you. You're so beautiful, he doesn't know what he's missing.”

And just like that I knew I hit the jackpot.

The brushed the memory away, smiling. Luna didn't knew what was going to hit her. And if she was inside there waiting for, she would be doomed to begin with.

This is what I've been waiting for.

Sure, I wanted to see how far her willpower would go. Could she keep up? Could she even manage to make a dent in my world? But what I really wanted was to get her away from her own thoughts and just give in me.

Since the first time she I actually saw her, her image had been embedded in my mind. It was impossible to remove her. Her sad little face always popped in my mind and those unmistakably artistic eyes hypnotised me for good.

That b***h had me wrapped around her long fingers and didn’t even know it.

At school, I didn't even look in her direction or acknowledged her presence. I bet she thought I didn't know anything about her until she slipped in the pool with me or so she thought she did.

When I saw her wearing that figure hugging dress with those f**k-me-goddamn boots, I knew she was there to seduce her crush. I battled with my feelings for her, and convinced myself she won't have the guts to do it, until she actually decided to go forward with it.

She looked so grown up and beautiful, like a f*****g angel. I couldn’t help it. I walked up to her, she was too busy watching her crush that she didn't realize me purposely colliding with her.

I know it was a desperate attempt to keep her away from him, but if she was successful in seducing him, I would have a big problem in my hands. And Charlotte brought her one step closer to unbeknownst of my intentions.

My stomach flipped in excitement as I walked inside the building. My lips tilted in satisfaction when I saw sunshine-head standing on the centre of the stage gazing absentmindedly at her surroundings. She was wearing a plaid summer dress with nude heels showing off her beautiful long legs, her hips looking ready to be manhandled by me and that bubbly ass was waiting to be smacked good.

I stood there in a fitted t-shirt and jeans that hung low on my hips. My black hoodie covering my hands from the chilled air surrounding the hall. The inside of Opera House was still new as the day it was built and nothing gave me more pleasure than watching Luna stand there shivering in the cold.

She was still engrossed in the interior of the room that she didn't realize my presence. Her eyes face faced in my direction and she startled at my presence.

“You scared me.” Hand over her heart, she started wide eyed at me.

You should be scared. “I didn't mean to.” I absolutely did mean to scare her.

I could hear her beat faster than usual as she tried appearing unfazed. No matter how she willed herself to remain calm, nothing would work.

“Why did you want to meet me?” A devious smile appeared on my face as stalked towards the stage.

She took a step back as I approached the stage. Her hands were wrapped around herself like a shield. Yes, as if you'll be safe from me.

“You didn't answer my question.” Her mouth had a perfect pucker to it when she spoke.

I climbed up the stage and stalked over to where she was standing. I got in her personal space to try to intimidate her, but to my surprise, she didn't back away.

“I wanted to see you come.” I looked into her eyes as I spoke. “If I asked you to.” I added a few seconds later when I saw her horrific expression.

“I had no idea you were Charlotte’ brother.” She straightened, and looked directly at me. “And how did you manage to slip those notes in my bag. That's freaky.”

“I didn't slip those notes. I had someone do it.”

“It needs to stop. I cannot encourage your behaviour. My boyfriend won't like it.” I have to laugh.

I let out loud, boyish chuckle and she gasped. “I'm serious.”

“You mean your imaginary boyfriend. Wait, does he knows you're his girlfriend? I don't think it's fine to hallucinate such instances.”

“I'm not lying. I can call him right now to beat you up.”

“Go ahead,” I challenged. “Do it.”

She looked mortified. Her face redder than a tomato. “This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have come.”

“Yet, here you are.” She turned around to leave, but I pulled right back into me. “Hey-” she struggled in my hold. I brought her closer that our chests were smashed to together. My one hand kept her firm in me and my other hand found her ass. I gave it a slight squeeze and little smack.

“Leave me.” The struggles turned me on massively, I could feel my erection rising so could she. She gasped when she felt me on her stomach.

“Your struggles are just as fake as your boyfriend. You wouldn't be here waiting for me if you weren't attracted me, your complexion wouldn't be flushed, your eyes wouldn't beg me to kiss, your n*****s wouldn't be this hard that they're actually poking me and I bet you're dripping your panties right now.”

My words turned her on and unintentionally let out a moan. “My body is a traitor, but my brain don't want this. Leave me, or else I'll scream.”

I pushed her away with a little force, she stumbled backwards and fell on her ass. “Ouch!” she exclaimed in pain.

“You, son of a bitch.” She words left a little harshly from her mouth then she intended to. Few strings from her hair fell smoothly on her face.

i stared at her with my arms by my sides, both of my hands balled into fists. My feet pressed against the hardwood as I inched closer to me. She knew I was angry now. Darkness crept inside me.

She backed down meekly, still on the floor. Her chin tilted up as she watched me closely. My nearness affected her. She was turned on by me, but stubborn enough to not admit it.

Her feet were folded underneath me, and her beautiful perky t**s were displayed like they were on a platter. Even in modest clothes, she appeared so seductive. My eyes burned into her skin as stared at her drawing the moment out.

“Say something.” Her voice came out as a whisper. Instead of saying anything, I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her beautiful mouth. My lips pressed softly on her and I bended a little to kiss her properly.

Reluctantly, she kissed me back and stood on her knees to meet my lips properly. Her soft hands held my neck, caressing it. She broke off the kiss still on her knees, only to kiss my jaw, but quickly took her lips in my mouth sucking it. It bit her lower lip, until I tasted her blood.

“Ah,” she moaned. “Slow down, Ares.” Her breathy voice sending pleasure to my body.

I loved the feeling of my name rolling off her tongue. It was so f*****g sexy to begin with. I just want her screaming my name.

Catching her off guard, I pushed her face away, but she managed to recover from it. “Ares,” she yelled frustratingly.

“Quite, bitch.” I undid my jeans, letting my words offend her.

I snapped my fingers at her. “Pull down my pants.”

“No. I'm not one of your w****s. And I'm not going to be treated like one of them.”

I rolled my eyes. “Stop fighting, you aren't proving anything.” I pulled her to me and motioned her to pull down my pants.

To my surprise, she did it without complaining. She pulled my pants down then my black boxers, revealing the enormous d**k that was proudly erect. Large veins moved up the shaft, and the crown was already oozing with pre-c*m.

Now that she was on her knees and at eye level with my waist, She knew exactly what I wanted her to do. Her cheeks reddened at my long length and she looked at me in the eye. “I have no idea what to do.”

That made me even more hard than I already was. “I'll show you.” I wrapped my hand around my length, and gently pumped myself as I stepped closer. “Kiss me.” I pulled my member down by the shaft and pointed the crown right at her mouth.

She craned her neck and pressed her lips to my head, kissing the smooth skin, I’m sure she could feel the stickiness from my arousal. It smeared across her lips like lipstick, forming a thick coating that made her mouth slippery.

“Eyes on me.” I wanted to feel her eyes as she gave me her first blow job. It sent a rush of possessiveness to veins and I leaked more.

My hands moved to her hair, my free fingers securing themselves in the soft strands. I grabbed my shaft and pointed my crown to the ceiling. “Start here.” She pressed her mouth to my textured sac and kissed it way she'd kissed my crown. She started off slow, keeping her eyes on me.

“More tongue.”

She kissed my balls the way she would kiss me, giving tongue as well as her lips. Her saliva coated my rough skin, so her tongue glided over me even easier than before.

“Suck.” She sucked one ball into her mouth and opened her mouth wider so she could accommodate me. The excitement visible on my face. She kept sucking and then kissing. She tugged on my balls gently before she tongue swiped over again. My hand secured her hair out of her face, and I gripped the back of her neck. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and jerked myself.

“Jerk me.” I moved my hand away and allowed her to take over. I watched her every movement.

She jerked her hand up and down and licked my balls at the same time, doing two things at once. Her eyes followed her movements, knowing I was teaching her how to please me.

“Eyes on me.” She moved her eyes up again. My hand went to the base of my length, and I pointed my d**k at her mouth.

She knew what I wanted. She opened her small mouth wide and placed me in her throat, pushing across her tongue all the way back. Her saliva surrounded me, and I felt the need to moan.

“Ahh.” A loud moan escape my mouth at her actions. I wanted to explode but I controlled myself.

I pulled on the back of her neck, forcing her to take more of my length. I pushed inside until only a few inches existed outside her mouth. My fingers dug into her, tugging on her hair slightly. Then I pulled out and shoved myself back inside her mouth. My gentleness was long gone, and I f****d her mouth like I owned it.

I thrust and tugged on her neck at the same time, pushing into her throat and forcing the spit to drip from the side of her mouth. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes sending me into another level of euphoria.

“Don’t gag.” She stared up into my eyes and held on to my muscular thighs for balance. Her fingers dug into me, as she continued to fight for breath. I was f*****g her throat with no regard. I watched the tears stream from her eyes without care. If anything, it just turned me on even more.

I sped up with the thrusts, f*****g her deeper and harder. My eyes darkened as I watched her . “My moon…” My hand balled her hair into a fist, and I increased my pace, showing no mercy for her throat. When I closed my eyes for a moment and my c**k twitched inside her mouth, She knew what was coming. My big d**k was about to release inside her mouth.

“Show me first.” I gripped her head with both hands and f****d her deep, forcing her jaw to drop even farther to accommodate all of me. She struggled to breathe, struggled to remain upright because I was hitting her with so much force. Saliva spilled everywhere,

I wanted to her to feel like my possession, my own personal object to do whatever I wanted. After this she was f*****g mine. I wasn't letting her go. I stopped thrusting and shoved my d**k completely inside me, releasing with a loud moan. My d**k twitched in response, throbbing in pleasure.

I dumped my come into her mouth, piles of it dropping onto the back of her tongue and her throat. I gave a few more pumps as I finished, my moans decreasing in volume until I was completely finished. Then I released her hair and stopped digging my fingers into the back of her neck. I slowly pulled my soaked d**k out of her mouth.

“Show me.” I wanted see my come on her tongue. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out, showing the white come that had webbed all over her mouth. It stuck to her teeth and tongue formed a mesh everywhere.

I grabbed her neck and examined my seed in mouth. I eventually gave a slight nod in approval. “Swallow.” She closed her mouth and swallowed the pile of come. She couldn’t get it all, so she swallowed a few times.

I watched her, observing her throat shift with the effort. “Open.” She opened her mouth and showed me again.

“Good.” I released her neck and pulled my boxers back up and pulled my jeans over my legs. Buttoning up, I forcefully grabbed her mouth on mine and kissed her with all my writh. My tongue tasting my own come inside her mouth sent revolting pleasure through me.

“You are mine,” I said in seriousness. “Get that in your thick head. You'll only open this sexy mouth for and you'll spread those thighs for me. Remove all your rubbish fantasies from your head. I'm not leaving you anytime soon.”