"I told you to only use that word if I was hurting you or you didn't like what I was doing to you. Did I hurt you?" he asks and his eyes are frozen on mine. I'm still stinging from his slap and my body remains half aroused, even if I'm not in the haze I was before.

"No..." I whisper truthfully, looking away from him and to the wall by the bed.

"Look at me, Annie. Did you like my mouth on you?"

"Yes..." I whisper, my attention captured by the dark look in his green eyes. They're glowing almost like jade glass. Beautiful is the word that pops into my mind, and they are.

"Then why did you use your safe word?"

"You were laughing at me..." I grumble, looking away again.

"Eyes on me, Annie. Eyes on me." I can't help but obey the command in his words. "I wasn't laughing at you, sweet Annie. I was laughing at what you called your pussy."

His frank words bring heat to my face and I look up at the ceiling.

"Annie," he growls.

"Yes?" I ask, still staring at the ceiling.

"Have you ever had a man inside that hot little body of yours?" he asks, and it should bother me, but it doesn't. It feels wicked talking with him about this, and it makes me feel alive. Maybe I'm being seduced by the devil.

"No..."

"So you're innocent? No man has ever fucked you? Has one ever made you come?"

"Sabre..." I shift on the bed, I'm not sure how words can excite me, but his manage to.

"Eyes, Annie."

"No..." I look at him and whisper my answer like it's a dirty secret. I'm scared it will turn him off to know that I have no idea what I'm doing here.

"Has a man ever had his mouth on you?"

"I...yeah. I've been kissed, but..."

"I don't mean your mouth, sweetheart."

I wait for him to explain, I have no idea what he wants from me.

"Fuck me, you are innocent. Do you want to know why I laughed so loud when you screamed out cookie?"

"I uh...I guess so...or not. I really, this isn't fun Sabre, I think maybe I should have thought this through more. I mean it's kind of insane. We don't know each other, we've barely spoken. I think I just got carried away because you're so good looking and things but well, I am not that kind of girl. I mean I guess you know that now of course, it's just..." I stop talking, rattling really, when he slaps me there, yet again.

"Now that I got your attention. I asked you a question. Answer it, Annie."

"I don't know. Why?" I ask and I sound petulant, like a child. I am pouting. I can't help it.

"Because, sweetheart, I've decided I'm going to be your own personal cookie monster."

I freeze, wondering if he means what I think he means. He looks so heart-stoppingly gorgeous taking me in with those beautiful eyes, his dirty-blond hair streaked naturally with lighter shades, his body so solid and defined, ink covering his arms and hands. Again, the word beautiful comes to mind. "My...what?" I ask, and that's when I lose it, completely. He gives me a half smile and it makes his eyes sparkle even more, and I think this is it. This. Is. It. It doesn't matter if I don't know him. It doesn't even matter if I just met him. I like him. I want him, and I don't want to pass this up. Sabre doesn't answer. Instead he pulls my legs apart, the whole time his eyes are on me. He uses his thumb to open me to him and I heat up in embarrassment because no one has seen me like this before. Then he does something I may have read about in books, but I never expected to experience. He puts his face against my center and I feel his tongue slide through my slit and push against the delicate skin there and lick me like I was an ice cream. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, but something I definitely want to feel again. My eyes are drawn to his. My hands are tight against the restraints and I whisper the one word that I know deep inside he wants from me right now. I give it freely. "Please."

Chapter 7.

Sabre I've seen some fucked-up shit in my life. It's shaped me and made me the man I am. I never thought I'd ever see anything innocent. I sure as hell never thought I'd be the one to touch it.

I hear her whisper please and that's all I need. I bite gently along the inside of her thighs, teasing and licking. I tease one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between my fingers and tugging gently. Her pussy is beautiful. Fine blonde hair covering it, delicate pale flesh, and the sweetest scent that calls to me. It's like coming home.

I use my free hand to pull her tender little hood back, flatten my tongue again and lick over her clit, taking a minute to suck it into my mouth and then lashing it gently with my tongue before letting it go. Her whimper of need above me tells me I'm on the right track. I dart my tongue across her pussy, touching her everywhere, but never long and never with enough force to send her over the edge. She's so responsive, I know instinctively this won't take long. I like knowing she's that hot for me. I fucking love knowing no other man has had this from her. She tastes of lazy summer days, sweet, tart, and fresh. I slide my hand under her leg, pulling her hard against my mouth. I zero in over her clit, humming in approval as more sweet juice flows from her and I drink it down. I break away briefly and my eyes find hers. Those beautiful blue eyes are hazed with need and it's a look I want on her face all the time. I slip my fingers into my mouth while she's watching, making sure they are nice and wet and then push them inside her waiting pussy.

"Sabre!" She calls out loudly at my entry. I go back to teasing her clit with my tongue, smiling because I know those fuckers in the other room can hear her. I curl my fingers and start fucking her slowly with two of them, still using my tongue to worry the hard little nub that is jumping with the firm beating of her pulse. With my fingers leisurely sliding in and out, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit with each inward thrust. I capture the nub between my teeth, pull, and then suck it hard, all while pushing my fingers as far as I can get them inside of her that she screams out the words that let me know she's a wildcat.

"Eat me! Oh god, don't stop, Sabre!"

In repayment for her plea, I stretch my fingers and arc them, while continuously licking her sweet pussy-from the point where my fingers disappear deep inside of her, to the top, and back again. I lap her up like a man dying of thirst, drinking in every ounce of sweetness she will give me. Her hips are thrusting high off the bed and she's grinding against my mouth. Her legs are wrapped around me, the heels of her feet pushing into my back. She's wild as hell with need. I can feel the nerves and muscles flutter beneath my tongue. I know she's close. I'm probably ten different kinds of fucked up and definitely a bastard, but I decide to do something I know will slow her down. I'm just not ready for this to end.

"Shhh... Annie, I need you to be quiet or my brothers outside will hear your sweet voice and know you're giving your pussy to me."

Her whole body tightens up, just as I knew it would.

"Sabre," she whispers frantically and I smile as I begin my onslaught again; finger fucking her, slow and steady in tandem with my tongue. I keep my line of vision on her, watch her head go back in pleasure and then slowly pull back up, watching me-watching everything I'm doing to her. I admire the fine mist of perspiration that covers her body, making her glow almost. My eyes move to her hands and I watch as she pulls on the bindings, trying to reach me even now, knowing it's impossible. She's completely at my mercy-completely owned by me. It's fucking beautiful, and my cock is throbbing to get inside of her. It's not going to happen. Not yet.

I push my thumb against her clit, hard, as I lick down the lips of her pussy and then bite. She growls and I grin, pulling on the skin I have trapped. I continue fucking her with my fingers, as my mouth moves to the tender area on the inside of her thigh. I feel the need to mark her. I'm not going to fuck her yet, but I need something to know my mark is on her. So I torment her all along her thigh, leaving love bites and bruises in my wake. With each one, I get rougher. Annie loves it. Her cries become louder and she's practically thrashing, demanding of her release. I look up at her beautiful face, and she bites into her lip and whimpers. I could do this all night, but those fuckers are out there, sitting around my woman's bar, eating my woman's food, and I want them gone. I sit up, her taste all over my face and lips. It's a flavor I could come to crave.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Annie. Do you want to come, sweetheart? Do you want to fucking come all over my face?"

"Yes, oh god, please, Sabre."

"Then give me the words, Annie. Tell me to eat your pussy." I continue to finger fuck her slowly, needing her reply before I push her over the edge.

"Eat me please, Sabre. Don't stop," she moans and that's close, but not everything I'm searching for from her. I take my free hand and slap that pretty, swollen pussy hard as I thrust my fingers deep inside of her again. She cries out, and I repeat the action. I feel what that does to her in the way her muscles start clenching around my fingers and her sweet cream increases. I want to lick up every drop, but not until she gives me what I want.

"Say it, Annie. Give it to me and I'll make your sweet pussy come so hard you will feel it for hours," I promise, meaning every word.

She looks at the wall. She knows the men are just on the other side of it. She knows what I want, what I'm asking.

"Sabre, please..." she whispers.

"Give it to me, sweetheart," I urge.

"Eat my pussy," she says, and if she weren't already flushed from what we've been doing, I know she'd be blushing right now.

That's when I cave and give her what she needs. I slide down using my tongue and fingers to fuck her into complete submission. I stretch her slick cunt with my fingers and push my tongue inside. I eat her out with my face, using whatever I can to make her quake. Her pussy quivers and flutters against me, her muscles are constricting against my fingers so tight, I know she's close. I slide my thumb into her ass and push her over the edge. She comes hard, crying out so loud I know my brothers in the next room are hearing her. She shatters, calling out my name and cementing whatever this is. I've claimed her. I wasn't planning on keeping her. Now, I am. Now, she's mine.

I want to make her come again, but I don't. This was just to give her a taste. Let her know that I will rule her body-let my brothers know. I slowly take my fingers from her, placing a small kiss against the opening and allowing my tongue to drag in one last taste of her nectar.

I slide to the floor and get up regretfully. I walk around to the side of the bed, adjusting my cock, which is pushing against my jeans; my balls literally hurt with the need to come. Annie watches me, her eyes still drugged from her release. I bend down and kiss her, wondering how she will react to her taste on me. Her kiss is hesitant at first, and then she groans as our tongues begin dancing with each other.

"Do you like the taste of your pussy, Annie?"

"Sabre..."

"Answer me, do you like the taste? Does it make you feel like a naughty, wicked, little girl knowing I tongue fucked you while four men were outside listening? Do you want me to fuck you again?"

She looks down at my chest and again bites into that plush lip of hers before answering.

"Yes. I liked it. I want it again. Are you going to give it to me?" She asks.

"Eventually, sweetheart. Not right now. Right now, I'm hungry and I want rid of those assholes in the other room," I tell her, giving her one last kiss.

I untie her wrist, kissing it gently, then do the same with the other one. She grabs the edge of the comforter she's been lying on to try and cover her body. I don't let her.

"Never try to hide your body from me, Annie. You gave it to me in here today. I'll take care of it. It's mine-you are mine now."

"Sabre, what just happened in here..."

"Sealed your fate," I tell her, stopping whatever she was about to say. I bend down and kiss her hard, my tongue owning her mouth. When she starts to pull me closer to her, her nails biting into my back, I pull away.

"Oh, it also did one other thing," I tell her, opening the door to her bedroom.

"What's that?" She asks me, and I notice she has covered up again. I figure I might as well teach her a lesson now. I leave the door open and walk back to her. I flip her over on the bed quickly, making sure not to hurt her. The open palm of my hand connects with her ass three times, in quick succession. She squeals, but by the third time, her ass is pushing up-needing more. I reach under her to hold her warm, wet pussy against my hand.

"I said, not to cover yourself up. Didn't you hear me, Peaches?"

"I...I thought you were leaving," she gasps. I lift her ass using the hold I have on her pussy and bend down so I can bite her ass and suck on the skin. I want my mark on it. Hell, I'm going to tattoo my name all over her body.

"I hadn't left yet. For your punishment, do not wear panties when you come back to the kitchen."

"What? But, Sabre!"

I still have one hand wrapped around her pussy and feel the liquid heat there. I use my other one to push my thumb against the small rosette of her ass. She gasps and tightens up. I'm pretty sure she's a virgin, she's too damn tight and closed up to be anything else, but she doesn't tell me to stop. Mine.

"Do you want me to make you come again, later?" I wait for her answer, continuing to play with her ass. When she nods her head yes, I let her pussy go slowly, dragging one finger in the cleft between the lips and lowering her back on the bed.

"Then don't wear your panties," I order getting ready to leave again. I decide not to wash up. Let the bastards smell her on me. I like that thought. I'm almost out the door when her voice stops me.

"What was the other thing you were going to tell me?" She asks.

I look around and she's not hiding. She's still lying on her stomach, and not making an effort to cover up. I take it as a small victory.

"I've decided to let the nickname of Peaches stand," I tell her with a grin.

"Peaches? You didn't like them calling me that?"

"No, I didn't like them naming my woman, but I've decided to let it stand."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the only one who knows that you really are juicy and taste like peaches. Those other dumb fucks are just talking out of their ass."

She inhales at my answer, her eyes round.

"Remember, Peaches, no panties," I order, and then close the door with a smile.

Chapter 8.

Annie What did I just do? When can I do it again?

He closes the door and I bury my head into the mattress. I can't believe I just did that and with a man I don't even know! Except it doesn't feel like we're strangers. I roll over on my back, dragging the comforter over me and stare up at the ceiling. What am I doing here?

My father is an evangelical preacher. An extremely devout one. He used to beat me until I couldn't sit down or lie on my back from the punishment I received. There are thin spiderweb-like scars on my lower back and side from the belt he used. Sabre either didn't take time to notice them, or he didn't really care about them. I'm hoping it's the latter. Having Sabre and the men here would send my father into a rage. If he knew what I did with Sabre, he would kill us both. In my father's eyes, what Sabre and I did would be sinning and reveling in our fall from grace. It would be in direct violation of God's commandments.

My stomach lurches at the reminder of my father. He is in Illinois, and his teachings have never been my beliefs. What kind of God would find it okay for a father to use a belt on his eight-year-old daughter because the boy next door held her hand on the way home from school? What kind of God would condone a man who cut all his daughter's hair off because he thought she was using it to lure boys into her bed?

I tap down those memories. I got away. I moved to Kentucky. I no longer have to live in fear. Admittedly, it only happened because I got a job offer here and my father's brother lives in the same town so he can report back to my father. Carl can never know about Sabre. Ever.

I hear laughing from the other room and sigh. I need to get up and go out there before Sabre comes and finds me. Maybe it's because I'm just now getting my first taste of freedom as a woman, I just don't know, but I know I want more time with Sabre. I like him, or rather I like what I know of him, and the rest of the men seem nice, too. So I'm going to throw caution to the wind and enjoy this for however long it lasts.

With my mind made up, I go into the adjoining bathroom, clean up, search out some comfortable clothes, and return to the kitchen. My face flames with embarrassment as everyone stops talking when I enter the room. I'm having trouble looking any of them in the eye.

"Over here, Peaches."

Sabre is standing in the kitchen on the opposite side of the others and he looks very pleased with himself. It annoys me, but I had a lot to do with putting that look on his face. I walk to him and when I get there, he takes me in his arms. I return his hug and then let him curl me into his side. I like it. I like how it feels to be with him.

"Hey, Peaches. We were starting to think you weren't going to join us," Keys speaks up and I give him a small smile without looking him directly in the eye.

"Have you eaten?" I ask Sabre.

"Nah, sweetheart. I'll get something in a bit," he answers, and I grasp at it. I need something to keep busy.

"I'll get it. Just pull up that seat over there. We all should have eaten at the table. There's more room there. I never use the darn thing personally, so it didn't occur to me. Next time, well if there is one, I will set it up..."

"Peaches?" Sabre interrupts my sad rambling and I'm glad. I look up at him in mid-sentence.

"Stop being nervous."

I huff in response, "Sabre, you can't just order someone to not be nervous."