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Kris

“Would you like another glass, Ivy?”

“If it wouldn’t be any trouble, I’d love one.”

Good answer.

I push myself out of the chair I was sitting in and stand in front of Ivy. She looks up at me, unsure of why I'm standing in front of her. I make her nervous and she looks a little frightened. It makes my dick hard.

"I need your glass, Ivy."

"Oh," she shakes her head. "Of course, sorry."

"I'll be right back."

I made sure our glasses were slightly different; I couldn't risk fucking this up. Mine has a design etched into the glass on the bottom, that's the only difference. I didn't put anything in her first drink, just straight bourbon. I wanted to talk to her before she lost consciousness. In Ivy's second glass, I'm adding an extra ingredient- Rohypnol. I know some people might not see this as the most romantic way to begin a relationship, I get it. I just don't have the time or patience to deal with getting to know someone. And then comes all the damn feelings. I know she is meant to be mine, so why waste our time? It was fate that brought her here to me, not some fucking podcast.

I think back to the moment I saw her step out of her car, the way the snow clung to her dark, red hair. That pull that I felt to her, it’s unmistakable. She's the one I've been waiting for.

Ivy is sitting on the couch exactly where I left her, her legs curled under her, looking around at the cabin.

“Here you go.” I hand her the glass of bourbon, letting my fingers brush against hers, lingering just a second longer than necessary.

She takes the glass, her smile brightening the dim room.

"Thanks again for the drink. Your cabin is incredible. I love all the wood and the fur throws."

She takes a sip, and I watch her closely. Her soft lips wrapping around the rim, her eyes closing briefly in satisfaction. She has no idea what I've slipped into her drink.

"It's so warm and inviting. It must be nice to live up here, away from everything."

"It has its perks being up here alone." Like right now. "So, tell me about yourself." I settle back into my chair, watching her intently.

"Well, I'm 32 and a podcaster. I have a degree in broadcast journalism. I met my best friend, Sam, in my freshman year of college." She takes another sip, no doubt tasting the oak and sweet notes of vanilla in the bourbon. She's completely unaware of the drug now swimming through her veins. "I live in a suburb of Cleveland. No pets, no kids. That's about it. I'm pretty boring."

"No husband?" I prompt, already knowing the answer I checked into who she was the day she booked her cabin reservation. Her cheeks flush at my question, and a ghost of a smile crosses my lips. It makes me want to find out what the rest of her creamy white skin looks like flushed that same color.

"No... I'm recently divorced. He had a few problems." Her voice holds a hint of sadness, but I'm not interested in her past. I have plans for her future.

"Problems?" I am curious what she considers problems.

"He had a problem keeping his dick out of his secretary."

I almost snorted the sip of bourbon I had just taken. This fiery little thing is more entertaining than I expected.

"I can see how that might be a problem. And the other problems he had?"

"It took me a while to realize it, but Dirk didn't marry me because he loved me. He just wanted his foot in the door at my grandfather's law firm. Once he was in and they made him a partner last year, he no longer needed me. So, besides the problem with his whore seeking dick, the other problem he had was that he is a giant asshole."

Her words make me smile. An angry little thing, isn't she? I love it when they have a bite to them, it's always more fun.

"So, he used you to get what he wanted?" I lick my lips slowly, savoring her words like I would the taste of her sweet skin. "That’s a shame. You seem like a catch.”

“Thanks, I guess. Live and learn, right? I’m starting over, and so here I am. Doing my podcast, putting one foot in front of the other. Sometimes a girl just has to take care of herself.”

Her hand shakes slightly as she brings the glass to her lips. She takes a long drink of her bourbon, and I know the drug is kicking in. Her eyelids start to look heavy. I lean forward, resting my forearms on my thighs, studying her. I do not want to miss a second of this.

"Are you okay?" Keep her talking. Now, this is the part where some might call me a monster, but really, I'm saving her from the real monster.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired. It's been a long day." She's trying to convince herself more than me.

I push myself up from my chair and stand in front of her, reaching out to take the empty glass from her unsteady hands. She offers no resistance, and her eyes drift shut, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. The drug is working fast. I set the glass down on the table and gently take her hands in mine, pulling her up from the couch. Her body sways towards me, boneless and pliant.

Perfect.

"I've got you Ivy, just relax." I pick her up and cradle her soft body against my chest, inhaling the scent of her hair. It smells like snow and something fruity… cherries. I breathe it in, and my cock fucking throbs with the need to claim her. I want to brand her as mine, but I know I have to be patient. Tonight is only the beginning.

“Time for bed, Cherry.” I carry her out of the living room, and into my bedroom. I step inside and kick the door shut with my foot. I carefully lower her down onto the bed. Brushing a lock of dark, red hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her soft skin.

Her head lolls to the side, exposing her delicate neck. "Fucking perfect, and you're finally right where you belong."

She looks so innocent and peaceful lying there. I'm tempted to tear her clothes off and bury myself inside her, but I promised myself I'd wait. Patience, she's not going anywhere now.

Stepping away from the bed, I leave Ivy and walk back out into the living room. Her bag is on the floor, right where she left it next to her boots. I dump the contents of the bag onto the counter, sifting through her personal items. I find her phone, scrolling through until I find her contacts. I spot Sam's name and then Dirk's. I add them to my own contacts, just in case. I turn the screen off on the phone and set it back inside her bag, tucking it in like it never left.

Next, I lift her wallet, flipping it open. A few bills, one credit card. I stuff everything back inside, ensuring it looks untouched. As I stuff the wallet back into the bag, I catch a glimpse of a small box beneath her wallet— oral contraceptives. I toss the box into the trash, burying it under other trash so it's not visible. Those won't be needed anymore.

I set her bag back exactly where I found it. I think another drink is in order to celebrate my girl's arrival. I pour three fingers of bourbon into my glass, the amber liquid sloshing against the sides as I head back to the bedroom.

Once I'm sure she's in a deep sleep, I can finally touch her. I want to map out every inch of her body with my hands and mouth. I need to make sure she won't remember any of this in the morning, or if she does, she'll think it was all a dream. A blurred fantasy. But for me, tonight will be a night I will never forget.

I stand in the doorway of my bedroom, my eyes fixed on the woman sleeping in my bed. Her chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm. Her red hair spills across the white pillow like blood on snow. I step into the room, closing the door softly behind me, and pad across the wooden floor in my bare feet.

"Ivy," I whisper, reaching out to shake her gently. Her body doesn't stir. I knew she wouldn't, but I needed to be sure. This is the moment I've been waiting for.

My body is on fire as I undress. My cock is so fucking hard it's almost painful, just from thinking about what we are going to do together. I fold my clothes neatly and place them on the bedside table. I chuckle to myself as my eyes flick to the stack of clothing I've folded with precision. My obsession with neatness and order is almost laughable when compared to the wild, chaotic need I feel on the inside to claim Ivy.

I down the last of the bourbon, setting the glass on a coaster I keep on my nightstand. I climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight, and lie down beside her. She's so fucking beautiful. I trail my fingers along her jaw, down the smooth column of her neck, and over the curve of her shoulder under her sweater. Her skin is soft and warm, and I want to mark it as mine. I want to see my handprints bruising her porcelain skin. I want to taste every inch of her.

I lean down, my breath ghosting over her ear, and whisper, "You're mine now, Ivy. There is no turning back after tonight." My lips brush against her skin as I speak, claiming her with my words and my touch.

Lying beside her, my mind starts to wander to all the things I want to do to her. I want to fuck her mouth, force her to take all of me, gagging on my length. I'll hold her down, my hand twisted in her hair, as I thrust into her throat. I'll fuck her face until she's a beautiful, drooling mess. Gasping for air with tears streaking her cheeks.

Then I'll flip her over, bending her over the edge of the bed. I'll spread those creamy white thighs apart, baring that tight little cunt to me. I'll tease her with my fingers first, rubbing her swollen clit, slipping my fingers inside her, preparing her for what's coming. She'll be so wet, dripping for me.

Then I think about tying her wrists above her head, binding her with ropes to the bed so she can't move. I'll blindfold her, so she has to rely on her other senses. No sight, only touch, taste, and sound. The sound of my cock plunging into her tight hole, the feel of my tongue lapping at her clit, and the taste of me on her lips.

I have to undress her; I can't wait any longer. I remove her socks, placing a soft kiss on each bare foot. I trail my hand up her calves, along her thighs, then I untuck her shirt from her pants. My knuckles graze the warm skin of her flat stomach. Her breath hitches as my lips find the hollow of her throat, and I know she's dreaming of me and my touch.

Slowly, I push her sweater up, revealing a simple, white lace bra. I pull the cups down and her breasts spill over the tops of the cups, and I pull one stiff nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. I get lost in the moment, my tongue lapping slowly.

Moving my mouth to her other breast, I don't miss the slight shift of her body. She's responding to my touch, she's loving this. Her nipples are rock hard, the tips brushing against my tongue as I tease them with gentle strokes.

She wants this as much as I do.

I want to take my time, but the need to possess her is too strong to ignore any longer. Slowly, I unbutton her jeans, then pull the zipper down. I pull her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them, and toss them aside. I pause, taking in the sight of her naked body, exposed and vulnerable.

I lower my head, inhaling her scent. It's a mixture of something that's uniquely her and the sweet smell of cherries. My dick twitches against my stomach, and I groan at the torture I'm inflicting on myself. I start at her ankles, placing soft kisses along her calves, savoring the taste of her soft skin. My fingers skim along her thighs, spreading them wider and I blow gently, my breath tickling her sensitive flesh. A soft moan escapes her throat. I smile against her skin.

My girl is needy.

I work my way up, my hands roaming over her body, caressing every curve, burning every inch of her into my memory. I place my hands under her knees, spreading her open wide, and taste her for the first time. Her sweet, tangy flavor explodes on my tongue, and I groan my satisfaction.

I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, feeling her body shudder in response. I lap at her eagerly, my hands gripping her thighs tightly, holding her in place as I feast on her. Her soft whimpers fill the room. I suck her clit between my lips, swirling my tongue around it.

Her body stiffens slightly as her orgasm builds. I don't stop, licking and sucking, wanting to drink up every last drop of her pleasure. Her thighs tighten around my head, and she moans softly in pleasure as she comes for me.

I force myself to pull away, my face wet with her arousal. I crawl up her body, settling in between her thighs. Hovering over her, I lower my head to capture her mouth with mine. I growl low in my throat knowing she's tasting herself on my lips. My grip on her hips tightens.

I can't wait any longer, I need to know what it feels like to have her pretty pussy stretching around my cock. I line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. I want to plow into her, but I take a breath to calm myself. Slowing down to savor this moment between us. I'm taking her for the first time in our bed, the place we will lay together for the rest of our lives.

I sink into her, slowly, feeling the heat of her pussy envelop me. "So fucking tight," I groan. Her walls clench around me, milking my cock, and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from pounding into her. I give myself a moment to adjust, resting my forehead against hers, our breath mingling.

She's perfect. I feel like I could slide into her forever, burying myself balls-deep, and she'd swallow me whole. I withdraw almost completely, then thrust back into her, a little harder this time.

"You feel so damn good, Cherry," I grit out, my hands gripping her hips as I begin to move. I can't hold back anymore, and I start to thrust into her, my hips slapping against hers. I watch the way her tits bounce with each thrust. I dip my head down to take her nipple into my mouth, tugging on it with my teeth. She tastes like sin, and I need to make her mine in every way possible.

Her pussy grips me like a vise, and I know I won't last much longer. I fuck her hard, my balls slapping against her ass with each deep thrust. I reach between us, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She's so wet, her juices coating my hand, and I groan at the feel of her slick skin.

"Come for me again, Cherry." I flick her clit with my thumb, rubbing in tight circles, feeling her body start to shake. Her walls tightening around my cock, and I know she's close. I slam into her, driving myself as deep as I can go, and feel her legs begin to shake.

I can't hold back anymore. My balls draw up tight, and I explode inside her, my cock twitching as I spill myself into her. I bury myself as deep as I can go, wanting to imprint myself on her soul the same way she's imprinted herself onto mine. She's a part of me now just as much as I am a part of her .

Collapsing onto her, I breathe in her sweet scent, feeling her soft body beneath me. I know I should pull out, but I can't bring myself to do it. I want to stay connected to her; our bodies joined together as one. I nuzzle her neck, my lips brushing against her skin.

She feels so good, my cock is still half hard inside her. I shift, reluctantly pulling out of her slowly. She gasps softly, her body instinctively protesting the loss. I chuckle softly, "I know baby, me too."

I run my hands down the sides of her narrow waist, enjoying the way she squirms, even in her drugged state. My hands continue their descent down her body until I'm dragging my fingers through our combined juices. I love seeing my come dripping from her cunt. With two fingers, I push my come that has leaked out back inside of her. I want it all inside of her, to seep in and brand her from the inside.

I curl my fingers upward, stroking that spot I know will send her over the edge. Her body shudders, and I thrust gently, feeling her pussy clench around my fingers.

"So responsive," I murmur, unable to resist licking my fingers, tasting our flavors mingled together on my tongue. "So, fucking good, Ivy."

I push both fingers back inside of her, then trace her plump lips with the tips of my fingers. I lick the mixture from her lips and groan when her warm breath skates across my tongue.

"Do you want to taste us, Cherry?" I push my fingers past her lips and into her mouth, swirling them around her tongue. "Do you taste how perfect that is? How fucking good we taste together?"

Pulling my fingers from her warm mouth, I spread the slick mixture of us and Ivy's spit across her lips and down her chin. I drag myself away from her and head into the bathroom.

Turning on the faucet, I wait for the water to heat up, grabbing a clean washcloth and a towel from the stack inside the cabinet. When the water is warm enough, I soak the washcloth, wringing it out so it's not too wet. I need to take care of her, she belongs to me now.

Back in the bedroom, she stirs slightly as I wipe her clean, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I freeze, afraid I might've hurt her, but then she settles back to sleep. I toss the used washcloth into the hamper in the corner of the room and grab the dry towel. I move slowly and carefully, drying her delicate skin with gentle strokes.

After I finish drying her off, I adjust her clothing, pulling up her pants and tucking in her shirt just how it was before. I can't resist kissing her one more time. I brush my lips softly against hers. "Goodnight, Cherry. "

Carefully, I pull the blankets up, tucking her in snugly. Just as I'm about to leave, I turn back for one last look, committing her sleeping form to memory. I take a deep breath, pulling her cherry scent into my lungs, and then I force myself to turn away.

I quietly dressed myself in the clothes I had neatly folded on my bedside table. Unable to resist one more touch, I lean over the bed and brush Ivy's hair back from her face, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'll be on the couch if you need me. Sleep well sweet girl, and dream of me. This was just the beginning of our forever."

I make my bed for the night on the couch, pulling the same blanket over me that Ivy was using earlier. I smile when I notice it smells like her cherry scented skin. I reach for the remote, and turn on the TV, but I'm not really watching it. My mind is still in my bedroom with Ivy. Replaying every touch, every moan, every taste. She's the one I've been waiting 40 years for. The woman I've always been destined to be with, to breed, to marry, and now she's all mine.