Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant (Breeding Erotica) Read online

  Our acrobatics continued past late evening, far into the dark of night. Sex with him became a performance art, a demanding full body salute that wracked my muscles from head to toe.

  I couldn't count the times I lifted, coiled, and clenched my arms and legs. Riding him, spreading wide, throwing my calves over his shoulders, bucking backward into his hips as he jerked my hair and crashed into me...

  The only thing more uncertain was how many times I came. Each orgasm was hotter than the last.

  By dawn, my thighs jerked erratically whenever I found release. Mr. Langern dumped himself inside me one last time, his balls down to their last gasps. Even so, I clenched my slick flesh around him.

  Every drop of sperm was worth fighting for.

  We collapsed next to each other, breathless and utterly spent. Before drifting off, I remember laying my small hand in his, laying my ear on his chest and listening to the slow, comforting pulse of his heart.

  “Will you ever let me call you Simon?” I asked softly, referencing his given name for the first time in my life and turning my cheek to meet his eyes. God, his skin felt good, more plushly comfortable than the finest pillow.

  “We'll stick with Mr. Langern. Sir's plenty nice too.” His free hand dabbed sweat from my brow and meandered through my hair.

  “Why?”

  His eyebrows quirked in surprise, as if the answer should've been obvious.

  “Because this relationship is built on obedience. You walked into my storm freely, little Kaylee. I'll master your sweet womb while you reign over my heart. Most importantly, we respect each other. And nothing says respect like hearing the title that reminds me why I love you like my own daughter.”

  I smiled, unable to process any lengthier explanation. Before he stopped talking, I was already fast asleep.

  IV: Shocks and Satisfactions

  Was I making a terrible mistake? Was I absolutely out of my fucking mind?

  The small plastic strip in my fingers read positive, but it answered all my doubts with a resounding No.

  It was mid-August, the beginning of the end for summer. Also, I realized, the first day of the rest of my life.

  I'd been returning to Mr. Langern at least once a week for our nighttime liaisons. Now, the inevitable fruits of our labors stared me in the face, concentrated in a filmy pink plus sign surrounded in plastic.

  Until I saw this proof of my pregnancy, I never truly felt like I'd left my virginity behind. But seeing it confirmed everything – the violent shift in trajectory caused by this man, this wizened master who'd turned my aimless dreams into jewels.

  College, jobs, the whole rotten rat race...those were never my dreams. They were the desires of everyone else, carefully installed into my head by my well meaning parents, teachers, and friends.

  As I crushed the pregnancy test deep into the waste bin and washed up, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror.

  Who's this girl looking back at you? And how did she get a face like that, ready to take on the whole damned world?

  Little Kaylee wasn't so little anymore. And she certainly wouldn't be in a few months, when everybody would see Mr. Langern's seed stretching my fertile belly.

  I walked out of the bathroom, feeling more refreshed and confident than I ever had in eighteen years. I'd tell him the good news soon, but first I had to make a clean break for a truly fresh start.

  “What the hell do you mean you're not going? You can't expect us to keep you up here while you fart off like a child!”

  Dad pounded his fists on the kitchen table. Mom wrinkled her face and scooted closer to him, wrapping her slim fingers around his shoulders.

  My face twitched once, holding my stoic mask in place. It didn't feel good to upset my parents, but the journeys that matter most are never easy.

  “I don't want you to do anything for me, Dad. I've got my whole life ahead of me. I wasn't sure where I was going at the start of summer, just after I'd graduated, but now...I'm so grateful to be young and alive. My future's going to be very different. It's going to be exactly what I want it to be.”

  “And what's that?” His red face furrowed and he crossed his arms. It was easy to see where I'd inherited my old tendency to blush.

  “You'll find out in a few more weeks. I promise you, it's nothing crazy or illegal.” Well, crazy might be a lie.

  As soon as you tell them all of it, brace for impact. They won't take it lightly – nor should they. They won't understand anything until they see their beautiful grand baby.

  “Kaylee, either tell us what's going on or get out!” Mom snapped. “Your father's been running himself ragged trying to get everything arranged for your school year. And now you drop this steaming pile of – ungrateful insanity right in our laps?”

  I suppressed a smile. Mom never swore, not even when she was pissed beyond belief.

  “I love you both, but you'll have to trust me on this.” I stood, carefully pushing my chair in. I had a feeling it would be the last time I sat at our dinner table for quite awhile. “I'll give you two some time to cool off while I go out.”

  I walked away, anxious to escape the crushing tension. The hateful negativity wasn't any good for the baby, and it wasn't good for me either.

  “Take a good long trip, Little Missy!” Dad yelled after me. “We're canceling your fucking insurance and your phone service tomorrow.”

  I closed the garage door behind me and climbed into my car. As I pulled out of the driveway, I imagined the panic inside the house.

  In the past, that kind of threat would've stopped me cold. But one day was plenty of time to get where I was going.

  Before I took off for Mr. Langern's house, I pulled into the nearby park and took out my phone.

  A very tired voice answered the line. I guess the move into her dorm out East had taken everything out of Holly for a little while.

  “Hollster! You're alive! I was afraid you'd be buried in a frat house keg by now or else in some hot new dude's arms.”

  She laughed weakly. Predictably, I hadn't heard a word about pretty boy Charlie since she began packing up her things.

  “Look, I'm really sorry to drop this on you right now. But there's something you should know...”

  Maybe getting pregnant filled me with a crazy confidence. Or else I was reeling from the certainty of my fate.

  Regardless, I decided to be honest. Brutally honest. I told her every nitty-gritty detail of my time with Mr. Langern as she listened in stunned silence.

  When I got to the part about the way he'd fucked me until sunup the evening before they drove to the airport, I heard a rush of angry static pour through the phone.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? You...my Dad...it's sick!” I waited for her inhale deeply, smiling the entire time. “Get help, Kay. You seriously need it. I'm going to dial up my pussy bedazzled Dad right now and see if I can talk some sense into him.”

  “Hey, I didn't forcibly seduce him. It was more like the other way around.”

  “Shut up!” One last shrill explosion clapped painfully against my ear, so loud I thought it would break the speaker.

  Then the line went dead and there was nothing.

  I'd done it. I'd just paid the hefty price for Mr. Langern. Inside, a strange calm remained, and I knew it had been worth it if it meant everlasting love and lust with my sculpted Adonis.

  I barely paid attention the rest of the way to his large house. I walked in through the back gate, knocked on the glass door, and the slim Panamanian housekeeper I'd known for years let me in.

  “So good to see you today, Miss Hughes. He's waiting for you in his study.”

  Wow. He's expecting me? I guess Holly didn't waste any time after all.

  My confidence flaked away as I turned the corner down the long corridor. Whatever was about to happen, I knew it would be my greatest triumph or worst tragedy. It couldn't be anything mediocre.

  I paused for a moment next to the guest room where he'd ravaged me our first night.
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br />   My lively imagination fired. I swore I smelled the unique sharpness of our musk in the air, all pheromones and sweat and smoke.

  There must've been a pause in the Hungarian symphony drifting out his speakers. As soon as I stepped into the study, the music blared and I jumped.

  Mr. Langern looked up from his book, brandy in hand. Determination and devilish intensity shone on his face, a mask of patient hungers waiting to be sated.

  “I came as soon as I could. You'll never believe this, but I'm finally –“ I stopped in mid-sentence as he raised a hand.

  “Don't say another world. My daughter told me everything.” He stepped closer, setting his glass on the small table near the entrance and pulling me into his arms.

  There, in his embrace, the high walls I'd built crumbled. My face twisted and hot tears came, tears of sorrow and fortune, but mostly just little trickles blessed to be surrounded by his love.

  “Come closer,” he whispered, stroking me from the neck down as I flattened my cheek against his chest. “There'll be plenty of time to work everything else out, little Kaylee. There's nothing to worry about. We'll have you set up and happy in this house within a week.”

  I stared up at him, hopeful stars shining in my eyes.

  “Really?” I wanted to kick myself as my voice cracked, but Mr. Langern just smiled.

  “I promise. What we mustn't do is waste another second.” He turned abruptly, closing his fingers tight around my wrist and leading me toward the door.

  “Friends and family come and go. If they love you – and they do – they'll be back in your life before you know it. It's our time together that's precious – especially time to celebrate!”

  We started up the thick staircase to his master bedroom when he looked over his shoulder. His magnetic gaze greeted me like a rainbow, impossible to break and too beautiful not to follow.

  “Come, Kaylee. Pleasure will turn your frown into that pretty young smile I fell in love with. And tomorrow, we'll talk about the baby, and all about the rest of our lives, bringing up the first of many children.”

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