Chapter 9

Perla felt in control for the first time in days. She was surprised that she had smuggled Richie into her bedroom without her father catching her. Small favors. She kicked off her shoes and fell down onto the edge of her mattress.

She wasn’t at her best. She was wearing her waitress uniform. She had her hair tied back instead of out and fun. Her makeup was nice though. She crossed one knee over the other, watching Richie untie his shoes.

You smell like sausages.

Her father’s comment hit her like a fist to the solar plexus. She hopped out of bed.

“I gotta get a shower!” she announced, hissing at a whisper. “Stay quiet and I’ll be back in a second.”

“But...”

Richie said as Perla grabbed her robe from a hook on the wall and zipped out across the hallway. She managed not to scream as Richie’s hand on her elbow told her he had followed her.

It was a near thing.

“What are you doing?” she growled, pushed past him and looked down the hallway.

“Your dad cranked the volume as soon as I put one foot on the stairs,” Richie said. “He doesn’t want to hear.”

“But...”

Papi had never acted like that before. He always found the boy and interrogated him. Richie had to be wrong.

Perla stayed quiet as Richie grabbed her around the hips, walked her back a step, pushed the bathroom door closed, and locked it. He turned to Perla, kissed her lightly on the lips, and began unbuttoning the front of her work top.

She stared into his eyes. He pulled her shirt away from her bra, before unfastening the last button. She blinked, as he looked down and smiled. Her hands raced into her hair and pulled out the tie. He unzipped her skirt. She kicked it off of her feet. He pulled his shirt away. She unhooked her bra.

“Start the shower,” he said, when he made eye contact again. She nodded and cranked the faucet. He stepped out of a pool of his jeans and boxers.

She smiled, he pulled her asscheeks apart before he dragged her g-string down. His hand slipped over her pussy.

“Warm,” he said, grinning in her ear. She had just pulled her hand from the shower. Taking his observation as an order, she cranked the heat a little higher than she was comfortable with.

She gritted her teeth as he pushed her into the shower. Pushed her until her arms and elbows flattened on the back wall. He yanked the shower curtain closed behind her. His cock was hard, pressing into her spine over the bubble of her ass.

“Shower sex works better when the girl is taller,” he said.

“I can make it work!” Perla said, wincing as she turned her face into the shower stream to plead her case. He kissed her ear, reached over and turned the cold up a little.

“No, you can blow me for now and we’ll fuck for real in your bedroom,” Richie said. He eased her off the wall and helped her down onto her knees. She grabbed his cock and stroked it hard, looking up to see that he was enjoying it.

Sex was better than blowjobs. He promised her sex in the bedroom. She grinned. She knew from his bedroom, he could fuck. This time he wouldn’t be distracted and divided over some other slut.

Perla rubbed the head of his cock over her cheek, across her lips, and along the otherside of her face. She started with little kisses, around the tips of her fingers. He raked her hair from her face and down the back of her skull. She was already soaked through.

“I wish I had my camera,” he said.

Perla stopped, head tilted back, the head of his cock settled on her chin, just under the pout of her bottom lip. She didn’t like guys taking nudes of her. They never cared enough about the light, the angle, the frame of the shot. It took a lot of work to advertise how good she looked.

She couldn’t look half as good as Richie’s cock did. She smirked, and laved her tongue under the side of his cockhead.

“I’ve seen your instagram,” he said. “You ever think of doing porn or Onlyfans or something?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I don’t want to share myself with a bunch of simps though.”

“Good,” he said. “You’ll be my film director for my harem though.”

Harem?

The word had come up a few times over the last few days. It was such a strong word. Richie had a harem. Richie owned girls. Girls with confidence in their looks and worth, like herself. Those little high school girls. That horny redhead.

She was in good company and Richie was the one who had her.

“Of course!” she said. Her tongue did its best to wrap around the whole of his cock, before she took him into her mouth. He was hard, pressing her tongue under her teeth and into her cheek. She bulged out like a squirrel. She formed a pinkish seal around the meat of his cock. Her eye makeup and foundation were starting to flush from her face in the shower.

If he hadn’t pushed her in, she would’ve taken her makeup off at the sink first. She wasn’t thinking about it now. Richie was enthralled for it. He pushed his cock to the back of her throat. Her eyes dripped in running black as she gagged, for just a moment.

It was lewd and submissive in a way he hadn’t experienced before. He remembered the tears in Harper’s eyes while she got used to sucking dick. More like as he got used to tamping down his enthusiasm as Harper sucked his cock.

Perla was different. He could force her. His fingers tightened in her thick black hair. He grinned.

He could push and Perla would bend for him. Bend or break. And if he broke her; he’d have to keep her.

The teeth bared in Richie’s grin were fuzzy and lupine, through the water running over Perla’s forehead and across her eyes. She couldn’t watch him much. As she did, her whole spine twitched as she was overwhelmed.

She was doing her best, pumping his cock fiercely as he fucked her mouth. He pulled hard on the hair above her ear and palmed the back of her skull. The shape of the tub forced him to plant one foot at her left knee, the other on her right toes. He had stepped fully over her shoulder.

She was pinned down on her knees. She had to drop her hand from his cock, or continue punching herself in her own lips. She grabbed his thigh with both hands. She tried to use her tongue.

She wasn’t thinking. She was just giving in. An idea would strike, hum a tune. Vibrate her throat. But by the time she had followed through, his cock had roughed the surface of her tongue in a way that shocked her back to zero.

Perla. Perla, cheerleader, all around bitch, queen of high school. Cocksleeve.

Richie was panting and breathing and lost in the act. Her makeup was a smear now, most of it washed out of her eyes and clinging feebly to her face. His cock was streaked in lengths of pink. Her tits spattered with drips and smears.

Those tits!

Obviously her ass. But those tits! They bounced and flopped as her whole body was rocked by him humping her face. Her stomach, the muscles of her abdomen, were outlined and defined in the cascade of water running down to her thighs. She was an athlete, a gymnast, lean, strong, defined. And yet, her hips, her ass, and her tits added a plush softness to her whole body.

A body Richie now had full claim to. From the tips of her white painted toes, all the way up to the wild mane of jet black hair. That was quite the package he owned. She gargled, opening up for him like she hadn’t before. She grunted as foamy spit gushed over the balls pressed tightly to her chin.

Her eyelids fluttered. Her cheeks darkened. Her nails dug into Richie’s leg.

He eased his shoulders back. He smiled giddily. He held her fixed on his cock.

He moaned out happily. Few things had ever felt like such an accomplishment. He had become a new man. A man to be envied. Perla was just one of the pets he had leashed. He groaned, choked back the first name that came to mind, and splashed his cum bypassing Perla’s need to swallow.

She was gasping for air when he finally let her go. He squatted down and lifted her chin. He looked deep into her red wet eyes.

“You look like you’ve been through hell!” The smirk on his face made her shiver despite the warm shower.

She would’ve corrected him: “Heaven.” But her voice sounded like sandpaper on toast. She coughed and groaned. He lifted her chin back up and took a washcloth to her face.

She felt warmer and in love in a more familiar way as he softly washed her face clear. She was safe as well as used. He was taking care of her. If he didn’t care, she’d just get used up but here he was, being so sweet. She hugged him tightly around the knees.

“I’m gonna use your shampoo,” he said, after he had finished.

“No!” she pushed off. “I don’t want you smelling like m--”

A mouthful of shower spray had her sputtering. She slipped on her knees. He put the pink bottle down and helped her up to her feet.

“There’s not really anything in here but your stuff,” he said.

“You smell good. Just the rinse is fine.”

“Impatient? Me too,” he bent down and kissed her. “Let’s head out and--”

“I don’t smell fine!” Perla interrupted.

“What?”

She grabbed the bottle he just put down. He smiled.

“OK, let me wash your hair.”

He was almost unable to peel her hug off of him.

Luis yawned as the credits rolled up. He was more than a little beat. He really should’ve been asleep an hour ago. He pushed himself out of his armchair, cracked his neck and shoulders. He climbed the stairs.

The arrhythmic breathing and panting coming from his daughter’s door stopped him.

Still?

Luis shook his head. Kids. Three hours? The only time he had ever wanted three hours of sex was before he had half an hour of sex.

He was almost impressed. He was more ill-at-ease hearing his daughter moan like that. Worse, she sounded too much like her mother.

Luis tiptoed one step.

No, this was his house. Whoever was with his daughter should be scared of him.

He let his footfalls be unnaturally heavy as he crossed by his daughter’s room. The breathing stopped. He put on a smirk. Cheesy, manufactured pop music filled Perla’s room and leaked into the hallway.

“Richie?” Her whispers, breathing, and moaning returned, but cloaked in the teenie pop garbage.

Was that better?

Yes, it was. Luis decided and headed down to his bedroom.

Richie, was it? He hadn’t known of a Richie flitting around his daughter before. It’d keep until tomorrow. Hopefully, he could ask Perla. He slipped off his slippers and dropped his shirt on the floor. He didn’t get to sleep right away, but he hoped when he did, Richie’s late night escape from their house wouldn’t wake him up.

Richie rubbed Perla’s shoulders as she fiddled with her phone. His cock was still half-in half-out of her pussy. Her bed was a mess. Her hair was pooled darkly around her ears and cheeks.

Speakers on her dresser started pumping out Gabrielle Xu’s Hate Me Like You Love Me Like You Hate Me.

The father’s footsteps continued down the hall.

Perla gasped and lifted her hips, seating Richie deep inside of her. He was stopped dead, except for his heartbeat and the twitches of his cock inside of her.

“Richie?” she huffed. Sliding herself down and forward before pushing her hips back into him. “Richie?!”

“This was Harper’s favorite song,” he said. The song that she had put on the first time he fucked her at her house. Lilith had said it didn’t cover Harper’s orgasm.

Lilith had been envious.

Richie had been high for days.

“Richie?!” Perla slammed her butt backwards into him another time. “Fine, I’ll switch the music.”

“Don’t you dare!” Richie said, lunging forward and grabbing Perla’s wrist before she could touch her phone. He knitted his fingers between hers and pressed her palms down into her pillow. He started swinging his hips with a fury she hadn’t felt all night.

The rest of it fit. He had been telling her all night. Swallow. Roll over. Cum. She had obeyed each and every time.

His cock sawed in and out of her as she failed to keep quiet. She wasn’t a screamer. She’d exhale a low moan and draw in a breath on a sigh. She could never keep the rhythm, especially if Richie changed how hard or how fast he was fucking into her. Her face was red from the gasping. Her pillow was wet from the drooling.

She was pinned flat to the bed now. He was pressing down over her. His weight pinned down her ass and thighs. Her toes knuckled the bed.

Her stomach fluttered. He had told her to cum last time. She tried to hold it off. She tried to wait for the command. She tried and tried and tried and failed.

“I’m sorry!” She gulped in air and coughed as her body snaked, rolling her hips and ass against his pelvis. He squeezed her fingers tightly.