B1TES

Chapter 1

I stopped and looked at the giant hardwood doors that stood in front of me. I take a breath in.... And let it out as I reached my hand up and grabbed the antique door knocker.

The reputation of this house being haunted has been around for as long as I can remember, but man oh man is it beautiful.

I used the door knocker, hitting it hard on the wooden door, the sound that echoed around me was deafening.

I stood in the spot as I placed my hands by my sides trying to look relaxed, running through what I wanted to say to the person who answered the door. Whispering to myself as I waited, "Hi, I'm Rebecca Taylor. Pleased to meet you." I let out a frustrated grunt while shaking my head.

The big door swung open and I saw a tiny woman standing in the archway. "Afternoon Miss. Can I help you with something? I don't remember the master expecting anyone." She mumbled to herself. The woman had to be at least 80. No age to still be working, that's for sure.

"Um, no. Sorry, I'm Rebecca Taylor. I work for Jenson Realty in town and I was hoping to speak to the owner of the property if they are available?" The lady gave me a sweet smile and waved me inside. "Oh c'mon love, come in. I'll go see if Mr Bradbury is free to see you. How about that?" She grinned as she started walking into the grand foyer. Smiling back at her, "that would be lovely, thank you. It is ok if he is too busy, however. I can just leave my card with you if that suits."

She stopped walking and turned to face me. "Don't be silly now, child. Mr Bradbury wouldn't mind meeting a pretty lady like yourself." She grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her as she started walking again.

Walking down the hallway after hallway I start to believe this house doesn't end when we stop at a door. I suddenly have these...... feelings. No that isn't right. I have these........ urges. I desperately want to rip the door open, my body telling me it needs whatever is behind it. Just as the thoughts are going through my mind the door opens. Standing before me was a giant of a man. His hair was long past his shoulders, his eyes an intense green I had never seen before and they were focused on me. My thoughts are broken by the elderly lady that answered the door to me and I turned to look at her.

"Mr Bradbury, this here is Rebecca Taylor from Jenson Realty in town. She was hoping to speak with you if you are free." I look back at the man and noticed he was gripping the door frame hard as he kept his eyes on me, not once looking at the lady that stood beside me. I stumbled over my words, his intensity getting me flustered. "Ah, Um, Hi. I, um... I'm Rebecca Ta..." I was cut off by the man finishing my sentence.

"Taylor from Jenson Realty in town. Please come in." I watched him move aside from blocking the doorway and I walked into the most beautiful office I had ever seen.

I walked around the sides of the walls, taking in all the amazing historic things he had scattered around.

Clearing his throat, I realised he was standing so close behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. The feeling gave me goosebumps. He reached out his hand, running it down my arm until our hands met. It was like lightning when our skin touched and I moaned. The sound was nothing like anything I had ever made before, surprising us both. Pulling up my arm above my head Mr Bradbury reached down for my other one and placed it above my head, holding both my wrists in one of his giant hands.

He smells the air around us and starts to make a sound, a purr.

"Miss Taylor," he whispered into my ear. "Am I turning you on?" His tone was deep and gruff. Almost like a growl.

He used his free hand to reach down under my skirt, running his fingers over my saturated knickers. "Oh Miss Taylor. You are very happy to meet me arent you?"

I rested my back against his chest, turning my head to the side and exposing my neck to him as I bite down on my bottom lip. "Ohhhhh Gooooooood." Is all that spilled from my lips as he started to rub my clit in circles, slowly at first then speeding up before roughly shoving the material to the side and entering his fingers into my very wet and willing pussy.

He pushes me further into the wall chest first and used one of his legs to spread my own apart, not once removing his fingers from inside me, moving them like he was beckoning me to come over to him as he played with me.

Nibbling on my ear before growling into it. "Mmm Miss Taylor, you are perfection. And you are mine." Removing his fingers from inside me I watched his hand as it moved up towards his mouth. Spreading his lips, he slid his fingers between them, licking my juices off him.

Letting my hands go, he put them palm down on the wall and throws his arm around my waist and pulling it up, my ass now poking in the air towards him. He lifted my skirt over my hips. "Now, what do we have here Miss Taylor? These panties are absolutely in my way." He says as he tears them off me, exposing what I have to offer him. He knelt down behind me, grabbing an ass cheek in each giant hand and spreading them apart.

"Ohhh, Miss Taylor. You have the most gorgeous pussy I have ever seen and with your consent, I would love to fuck you until you forgot your own name." He licks my pussy all the way to my asshole and I shudder. I have never been touched like this before and I have a feeling no-one else will be able to make me feel like I do now with this man... this stranger.

"Oh darling, can you feel how excited you are to have me inside of you?" I feel him lick up the inside of one of my legs before continuing his sentence. "Can you feel your pussy leak her juices in anticipation of my cock?" He stood up, rubbing one of my cheeks gently before pulling away. I thought I must have offended him somehow but suddenly his hand connected with the same cheek he had been stroking. The stinging sensation rippled through my body and I moaned loudly.

There was movement behind me and I could hear a shirt coming off and a zipper being used and I knew he was going to fill me up at any given moment. Excitement ran through my veins and I shuddered again.

Mr Bradbury was right behind me once again, this time he was naked. His hand was slowly teasing his cock as he stared at my dripping pussy. Gripping my hip with his free hand he guides himself to my opening before letting go of himself and grabbing my other hip, his grip on my body was strong and manly.

He put the tip in and stopped. He was big, like really big. I could feel it already stretching me out and I couldn't say it didn't feel good.

He leant down over my back, asking me if I was okay. I nodded and bit my lip again trying not to moan, ultimately failing and the sound coming through.

"I need to hear you say it, Rebecca. I need to hear the words before I can go any further." There was no way I was stopping him now, I was so worked up I needed him to do this.

"Yes," I drawled. "God yes. Please, fuck me like no one has before" I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth but they did and they turned him into a wild beast.

He slammed himself all the way inside me and I took all of him. The scream that followed was one of pleasure with only the tiniest bit of pain.

He grabbed me by my hair and roughly pulled me so my back was against his chest as he pounded into me. Once again he leans down into my ear, 'Who is my dirty little slut? Hmm? Say who, Rebecca. Hmm?" our bodies slapping together so intensely the noise overtakes the sound of our breathing.

"Are you my dirty little slut?" His question caught me by surprise but not as much as my own answer did. "Yes, Sir. I am your little slut." Those few words seemed to do more to him than anything else I could have said. At that point he reached around my front, his fingers gliding back onto my clit as he bit into my shoulder, and the movements combined were all I needed to take me over the edge and him along with me. Both of us came together and eventually fell to the floor, tangled in each other's limbs.

I looked up at him to find him already staring at me. He used his fingers to tuck hair behind my ear before softly running them past my jaw to under my chin where he lifted it. He brought his head down and kissed me. It was then that I realised we hadn't kissed at all. His kiss was tender and full of emotion. Pulling back he looked back down at me.

"Rebecca Taylor.... You are mine..."