Safe and trusting / New and refined

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Chapter 58

Who would have thought I'd have my first sexual experience with Bella right here? In Central Park, where a stranger could walk in on us at any time. But neither I nor Bella are bothered by this fact, and my girl—it would be wrong to think otherwise—enjoys the freedom I offer her, surrounded by the safety of the fence on her green meadow where she can frolic and grow in happiness and joy.

"Mmmmah... Yesss..." She spreads her thighs, puts her arms on my shoulders, and looks at me questioningly. A light shines in her that reflects on her cheeks and shimmers in her eyes while a shard of her former self, cheeky and funny, breaks trough the already weakened, troubled girl facade. "How do you want me?" The spark in her eyes grows into a fire as her voice proves that she knows she can trust someone with her weakness and lust.

"Come here," I order, and tap my leg. No sex on the second date, but the idea comes out of the blue. Situational. Her teeth trace soft lines across her lips as she lowers her half-naked body onto my leg. Her panties are black and plump, but the thin fabric must feel heavenly against her soft opening, which is so hot and wet I can feel it through my own pants. I reach around and hold her tight enough so she can feel me against her body, but not too tight to hinder her (not lightly at all) escape. She's too strong and, perhaps, too hurt right now to control her like Tammy. But she's clearly too scared to let her go free like Rose.

It's a act of balance, on my leg and her heart, and I handle her soul and body carefully but, at the same time with ease, something that should shock me, but doesn't. Making Bella feel good comes as naturally for me as for her to let go in my presence.

The moment our eyes meet, I decide to treat her exactly as she needs, and luckily, she seems to want it too. Because she stays with me, reaches back, and guides my hands to her hips. A fragile smile traces around her lips while she hands over her body to me, letting me hold her and trusting me to make her feel good.

Not good Bella. I will make you feel amazing my cute little cow.

"Good girl," I say while holding her, keeping her in my possession, my care. The words make her giggle but their meaning hit her deep and meaningful.

"I bet you've always wanted to say that to a girl," she grins and snickers while her tongue plays around under her cheeks. At the same time as her good-natured teasing, however, her eyes flicker as she begins to slowly slide back and forth on my thigh. No sex today, I've decided. It's our second date. And besides, four hot and willing Lynchwood women are waiting for me at home. But now I concentrate on the little movements of a girl, slightly nervous and turned on, seemingly to the max by my ordering demeanor.

"What I want to say is 'thank you.'" I confess, while I feel the fabric of her panties over my leg. A dull presence that moves through my leg, through my trousers, righ into her skin and between her legs. Pressure, friction and heat building up slowly, controlled by her, who is controlled by my. We share our energy and concedntrate on two spots in her body. In between her legs, the center of her lust. The other slightly above, under her ribcage. Her pulsating vagina and her punding heart.

"Mmmh... For what?" She asks with shuddering breath. Together we enjoy the moment and ignore place and time while darkness comes upon Central Park.

"For helping me solve my problem?" Bella concentrates, and between two sweet shivers running through her body, she doesn't quite understand the service she's provided me. For her, half-naked, the tip of her shoes brushing over the ground of Central Park, her pussy leaving wet streaks on my pants, and her hands firmly placed on my shoulders, we form a bond. That's what drives her. The fact that, through her, I've decided to form a harem, a life with many women and the grown-up, decisive action that goes with it, is something she can't comprehend in her state. I could explain it to her. The old Finn would have explained it to her.

The new, better, self-confident Finn, blessed with the MCD and the love of so many incredible people, this Finn grabs Bella, holds her head, moves her as he likes and kisses her long and passionately.

Our lips touching, I listen to my girlfriend's heavy breathing, feel her soft labia brushing ever faster against the fabric of my pants, her hot, wet juices seeping through. Her glasses hang crookedly on her god damn cute nose, and the lantern casts long shadows on her round, soft, petite, cute, fucking lovely face I love to see laugh as her nose presses against mine. The old Finn would be overwhelmed by the sheer sexual tension of driving a girl ever closer to orgasm, of holding her, controlling her, and dictating to her.

The new Finn, new and refined, enjoys it, knowing with certainty what the future holds for his dearest Bella.

"Hmmmmah... Hmmmm... Hm... So good... Ha... Finn... You're... such a good... kisser..." She can't speak trough her kisses, focussing on my lips. Even for her the sexy part is kissing me and that makes me happy. She let's herself go, letting me lead her and giving in to me while she pecks and nibbles on my lips.

"You're so cute Belle" I wisper, one hand around her waist, the other on her cheek. "I can't wait to fuck you." Well, maybeeeee I'm, like just a bit hory. Her reaction comes as a friendly mock.

"What? From cute to fucking? Pfft..." She tosses her hair and stretches out her breats to me. "Men only want one thing..." I grab her ass hard and squeeze. She moans.

"We can stop" I offer.

"You can fuck me here" she counters. "Right now, on this bench." Her voice is a whisper but still it seems not like a pun or a dare but more like a silent plea. "You can have me how you want. Any time. Any place." It makes me proud to see that I'm in control. God, Bella is beautiful, with so much soul and this spicy little hint of sin. "I'll do what you want. I trust you. Undress me and fuck me on this bench." She looks around." Or against the statue. Whatever you want, I want too."

"Whatever I want?" I ask and now I sound teasing. It's a game and I'll win it. because Bella lets me.

"I can blow you," she offers while moving faster, more **** over my leg. Her hips move while her fingers dig into my skin. "Or bend my over and fuck me. You choose the hole. People think I have a great ass. And still I will suck you." Tempting like heroin. But for Bella I will be strong. And besides I already know what I will demand of her. First, a kiss, hard and demanding. She likes it. Then...

"Come for me, Bella." I order.

"Yeah?" She smirks lovingly. "You want me to come for you? To rub my pussy over your leg and come my brains out for my boyfriend?" I almost break. Almost.

"I want you to enjoy yourself," I correct her. Even if my breathing quickens and my cock presses against her lap. Every movement of hers sends sweet electric shocks through my lungs but I hold back, letting her rub herself silly. "I want you to know that from now on, as soon as you cum..." I hold her face firmly and stroke her cheek with my thumb, waiting for the long drawn moan to subside.

"Hmmmmah... sofuckinggood..." Her eyes flutter open, her mouth hangs slightly open, wet, shining lips and her hips move faster.

"As soon as you cum your brain out... You will be mine." My voice let her know I'm serious. I need to be serios. The MCD makes me and, from now on, I will own it.

Bella will be mine. My cute caring cow. I will own her, take care of her. I will love and fuck her. And she will be happy.

"Finn... My God... Mmmm..." My hands wander over her red sweatshirt, over her body, and pull it a little further up her back. Cool evening air touches her bare ass cheeks, making her shiver a little less than her feelings for me. Then my hands rest firmly and steadily over her soft flesh, making her come on me at my pace.

"You will be my girlfriend." And then I stop her, looking deep into her devoted eyes. "Just like Rose."

Bella abruptly stops moving and looks at me, motionless. A breeze blows through Central Park, bringing the sounds of the city at night to our ears. Distand sirens and honking. Her face... Even with the MCD, it would be hard to read her expression. But I don't care.

I know I can make you happy, Bella, I think, and it's almost as if I'm talking to her. And you know you want me. You know you're enough for me. And you know it will work with more than just os two.

You know I must take care not only for you but so many other girls. That's my place in this world, my duty, my destiny and I love it. I love them all. And I want them.

Just as I love you and want yoou. As my girlfriend.

And my cow.

So I keep going.

"No secrets. Rose, Tammy, Jasmine... Three or four girls from volleyball... Lisa from school..."

"Finn... My God... What..." Of course, she's lost for words.

"It's my decision Bella. I want it that way. No pressure. No demands. I know you can handle it." She doesn't say anything, doesn't move. It's my turn to speak. To make things clear. And my turn to wait for her decision. "I will always respect you, Bella. You need someone you can trust, and that's my big secret. I want you in my life as the woman I want you to be. But I will respect you, every day of the year, and trust you as you trust me."

Then my hands let go of her ass, and for the first time, she sits on me without my support. She slides down a little, her pussy leaving marks on my pants while her sweet brown eyes shimmer in the lantern light. "I'm not lying to you. I care about you. And over time, if you want me to, we'll get closer. After all..." I look around briefly, then conspiratorially at her. "This is only our second date." Bella says nothing. That's okay.

"You..." She licks her dry lips. "You fuck them all."

"It's not always about love. Roseis... Well, sometimes it's about something I deserve. Sometimes it's abput people who need me, fucked up, helpless people. Sometimes it's about sex and sometimes it's about control. But always Bella, always..." I take a breath. "It's always about belonging." And then we look at each other again.

I could say more. I could say that I want to protect her. That I want to be there for her. I could assure her that she's already important to me, that she's already special. I could tell her that even if she comes on me, I'll respect her choice, now and later.

But that would ruin the whole point of why I'm silent.

And, as I already knew, of course, it works.