Ask Me Nicely

He watched her, most nights. She'd kept her old room, just asking that he nail a wedge in the doorway, so the door couldn't close.
And he'd taken over her dad's old room. She'd given him permission to clear out whatever he wanted, so in amongst the dry old books about accounting and medical texts, pictures of Shilo as a little girl, pictures of Marni and pictures of Nathan made their way into the trash. Sweaters, ugly shirts, the lot of it, were dumped. Anything that looked expensive, Graverobber saved, and later sold. And somewhere in his cleaning, he'd found a tiny screen.
It was maybe the size of his hand, portable, and the buttons below it turned it on and off, and changed where he was looking. It turned out there were cameras all over the house, above the front door, in the kitchen, and most notably, three in Shilo's room. The bastard had been watching her all the time.
He wondered how Nathan had managed not to feel guilty about what he was doing, and shook it off.
Water under the bridge.
what mattered now was that Shilo was a teenaged girl, and he was a thirty-ish man, and she had a schoolgirl's crush.

Now, it wouldn't be so bad, really, except that under Amber, GeneCo had legalized zydrate sales. His work was drying up, and fast, and with it, his usual supply of women.
And worst of all, he had morals.
Sure, he'd screw a whore in exchange for some drugs.
Wealthy heiress wanted some no-strings-attached fun? No problem.
Under-aged girl who'd been locked in her room for all her life?
No.
He couldn't, not with a healthy conscience. He could explain away most everything else, but that was just-- wrong to him somehow. Especially his brand of sex. He tried thinking of Shilo and himself together, and it didn't work.
He'd be afraid of breaking her.
So instead, he sat in her father's room, screen in hand, and watched her.
Tonight, she wasn't sleeping.
She had the covers kicked off, and her head tipped back, and her hand burrowing between her legs. Her tiny dress was pulled up and pooled onto her stomach. It was hot, she was hot... He felt himself inside his pants, rising, and groaned.
He should turn it off, give her her privacy. He shouldn't be watching this.
He wished it had sound.
She slowly bent her knee, unaware of the view she was giving him, and her other hand came up to grab hold of her breast, tweaking the nipple.
He could see her sigh, almost imagine it.
He turned the screen off and tucked it into his pants pocket.
He had better ways.
He snuck down the hallway, quietly as he could, and stood outside her door.
She wasn't very loud, but not being able to see her... the little noises were maddening.
He pulled the screen out and turned it back on, surprised to see that she'd pulled a dildo from somewhere.
Now it made sense why she'd been on Kensington Street last Thursday. He grinned.
A muffled moan came from the cracked door, and he wondered what she was thinking about.
"Guh- Grave-Graverobber!" She panted out.
It was so quiet, he hardly was sure that's what she'd said.
But he knew she'd been trying to come on to him for a couple of weeks now, trying his patience and his control.
He smirked and tucked the screen away, and pushed the door open.
"Yes?"
She jumped, and pulled the dildo out before quickly pulling the covers up.
She turned about sixteen shades of red and then paled.
"I..um, please... I..." She was stuttering. How-- he couldn't decide if it was adorable or sad.
How would normal people react? Avert their eyes, turn around, just leave?
He cleared his throat.
"You called my name. Did you want something?"
She let out a whimper. He heard it, and his smirk widened.
"I'll take that as a yes. What did you want?"
He crossed the room and sat on the bed next to her. She reached for him, and he pulled back a bit.
She swallowed.
"Graverobber, will you... will you have sex with me?" Her voice was affected by the lust, and her pupils were huge. He ran his eyes up and down her form.
"No." He told her simply. The look on her face was priceless. Her arms fell back to the bed.
"Will you do what I tell you to, though?"
It took a moment for her to catch on.
"Do.. with, like...touching myself?"
He nodded, still smirking. "Masturbating. Duh."
"Oh, um, okay." She lowered the blanket and watched him uncertainly, her eyes still lusty and wide.
"What do I--"
"Bend your knees." He swallowed. This was... different.
She bent her legs, bringing her feet closer so that he could see.
"Rub you hand slowly down from your neck, there, across your nipple. Pinch it. Harder."
She did, and bit her lip. She kept watching his eyes, a fetching blush on her face all the while.
"Other hand lower. Don't touch your clit." Her fingers ran down her slit, carefully avoiding her clit as instructed. Her lower lip wiggled for a moment, and she opened her mouth.
"Please Graverobber, can't you just...?"
"Just what?" He asked her, an eyebrow raised mockingly. She flushed deeper.
"Can't you just touch me?"
His smirk returned, and he ran a hand from ankle to thigh in a light, teasing touch.
"I've touched you. Now back to what we were doing."
She cried out in quiet annoyance. He raised both eyebrows at her.
"What do you want, Shilo?" he asked, caving a little.
"Please... touch me?"
A few answers flashed through his mind, 'I said no', 'As you wish', and his mind whispered 'oh god. please.'
"Only if you ask really nicely." The smirk had dropped off his face, and he licked his lips.
"Please? Pretty please?" Shilo had moved into a kneeling position, her short dress falling to hide her thighs.
"Not good enough, babe." He told her, and leaned back against the bedpost.
"Maybe you should try again."
"What-- what do you want me to say?" She looked honestly confused. He nearly rolled his eyes, then decided her innocence was kinda sweet.
"Not say. Do." He took her hand, and guided it to where his pants were tenting.
Her eyes widened. She licked her lower lip, leaving a soft shine behind that pink tongue. He nearly moaned.
"What do you want me to do?" Her voice was shaking slightly. Dear God. He would not want another whore after this.
"Suck me." he told her, all seriousness. He could see her throat working as she swallowed. She flicked her eyes from his face to his crotch, and back again.
"I've never--" she began, but stopped as he unzipped his pants. He eyes followed his hand, and he felt his mouth curl into a small smile.
She reached for him, uncertain, then bolder when she pulled him out of his pants. She wet those delightful lips again.
And then her tongue came into contact with his flesh and he fought the urge to moan. He let his head fall back, and watched her carefully.
She slipped the head of him into her mouth.
"Fuck Shilo, that's right. Now suck and move your tongue." He gasped around his words. She wasn't hardly doing anything yet, but she was warm and wet and her mouth was so small... god this had to be all kinds of sin. He'd probably just descended three levels lower into hell.
It was worth it.
"Can you take more into your mouth, sweetheart?" She nodded, and he hissed. The teeth, god... she was gentle enough that the teeth just added to the pleasure. Still, he'd have to be ready just in case she got excited. She moved her head forward and took more of him in, until she gagged, and backed off.
"it's okay, hun, it's..." he took a deep breath. "It's fine, you want to try again?" She did. Third, fourth, maybe the fifth time around, she swallowed his cock all the way in, and held him there for a second before having to back up. He reached out and pushed the hair off of her forehead.
"Good girl, so good." His voice had taken on a rough edge and his breathing was ragged. She moved faster against him, and he came without warning in her mouth. She looked slightly panicked but swallowed. He pushed her off of him, pulled her up, and kissed her.
They'd never even done this before, and he'd made her suck him before he kissed her... he felt like a bit of an ass, but he ignored it for the moment. Because she wasn't sure how to do this part, either. She was trying to keep up with him, her lips moving against his. He let his tongue creep from his mouth to hers. She caught his tongue and began sucking on it the way she had his cock.
He moaned into her mouth, and she broke the kiss, blushing.
"Was that wrong?" She asked, apologetic.
"Not at all." He told her. "Now what was it you wanted?"
Shilo blinked, as though lost, then she remembered.
"Oh! Graverobber, would you please touch me?"
He rolled his eyes at how she phrased it, and poked her with a single finger in the boob.
She actually snorted and started laughing.
"What do I say to get what I need you to do for me?" She asked, regaining her seriousness. He leered, and brought his hand up and pushed against her chest sharply, sending her sprawling back against the pillows.
He crawled up over her, his fingers trailing across her stomach, over the dress as he did so, his face coming to hover a few inches above hers. His fingers lazing crawled down to her thigh, and slid to the inside of her leg, starting their way up.
"You want me to fuck you, Shilo?" She whimpered, more at the tone of his voice than at his words, though they didn't hurt.
"You want my fingers inside of you, here?" He'd reached her slit, and was slowly rubbing his fingers through the damp and heat. She moaned, and her legs shook a little. He slid two fingers into her, his mouth hovering scant inches from hers.
"Or do you want more inside of you? My tongue?" He pushed his fingers in harder, and she sighed.
"Yes Graverobber... please..."
"You want my mouth on your pussy? You want me to eat you out and fuck you with my tongue?"
"Yeeessss..." She moaned it, thrusting her hips up to meet his hand.
"And what about my cock. You want me inside of you?"
"Ye- yeh- yes." She panted, her hands coming up to grasp his arms. He quickened his pace with his fingers, and twisted his hand, so he could hit her clit with each thrust.
"Oohhhh..." She cried out a little, ending it with a gasp.
"Graverobber...please, god... I need more."
He pulled his fingers away.
"Ask nicely." He said, and she whimpered. He grabbed her hands and held them slightly out from her sides, lowering his head to the junction of her thighs.
"Please?" she whispered.
He grinned against her and made one slow, lazy circuit of her cunt, then dipped his tongue into her.
She gasped again and ground her hips down and into his face. He put a hand on her pelvis to still her, and crooked the tip of his tongue inside of her, before pulling out.
She tasted, sweet. Almost like fruit, though what kind, he couldn't guess. He moaned into her, and she mewled and tried to thrust, but his hand stopped her.
"Now, Shilo," he said, pulling away and sitting up, his voice all coldness and velvet. "If you can't behave, I'll have to go back to Daddy's room and leave you to your... toys."
He'd only just remember the dildo.
He smirked, and slid back up her body. He made as if to kiss her, watching her arch up into it, then sliding a hand up under her pillow until his fingers found the rubber prick. He smiled a victory smile, which resembled a predator baring its fangs, and licked at her neck as his hand positioned the dildo and then…
All at once he plunged it into her, nipping at her shoulder at the same time.
She squealed.
“Is this what you want, Shi?” He asked her, regaining control of his voice. God he was getting hard again. How long had it been?
“Mmm.” She whimpered it out. Hardly more than a sound.
“You want a cock inside you? Stretching and pumping, and making you feel all full inside?”
“Please, yes, more…” it was beginning to slur, to run together.
“More? More what? Do you want me in there?” He pressed it back into her, twisting it as he did so.
“Do you want me inside of you, warm and big and hard?”
“Yes.” It was a whisper.
“What’s that?” his breath was trying to catch in his throat. He shouldn’t be doing this. Not with her.
“Yes!” She cried, her hips twisting and bucking up to meet the dildo’ thrusts.
He pulled it out of her and sat it aside, then carefully pulled off one boot, then the other. He looked over his shoulder at her prone form, chest moving as she breathed heavily.
“Take off your dress.” He commanded her. She obliged.
His pants followed, and then his shirt, until he was naked.
He grabbed her upper arms and kissed her, his fingers moving up to under her chin, showing her how to tilt her head so he could explore the roof of her mouth. The he gently laid her back out on the bed. He rubbed his cock against her, wetting the head with her juices, before pushing into her.
Her eyes got wide.
“You’re bigger than the toy is…” she muttered, squirming into him. He froze, not daring to go any further.
“Shi, have you done this before? Besides by yourself?” That was stupid, she’d only been out for… how long? Not long enough, he decided.
“No.” She murmured. He groaned.
“Okay, well look, your hymen is probably gone with the dildo, but it’s still gonna hurt,” It just didn’t seem fair not to warn her. At least he was doing that bit right.
“I can… can you make it not hurt a lot?” There was a little fear fighting through the lust in her voice, her eyes. He kissed her again, urging her to relax.
“It will only sting for a second, babe.” He waited for her approval.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, then nodded, and he moved the rest of the way into her, careful not to go too fast, and equally careful not to drag it out. She sucking in air between her teeth, and her hand flew up to his chest, fingers tangling in the hair there, trying to both push him away and pull him closer at once.
He settled for kissing her again and thrusting shallowly within her. She was still holding very still under him, and he wondered if he should do the same, but he had to move, even if it was still lightly.
She was so damnably warm and tight… he pulled nearly all the way out of her and slid back in, feeling her re-stretch to accommodate him. She let out a soft moan and bit her lip.
“Does it still hurt?” He asked, concerned that he’d done more damage than necessary to her.
“Ye-- a little. Will you talk to me. Like before?” He was a little surprised by the request, but happy to oblige, as long as he could talk.
He thrust into her again, and moved his head to the side, so he was speaking directly into her ear.
“You want me to say naughty things and ask you questions that will make you blush?” he nuzzled the skin of her neck, and darted his tongue out to lick her earlobe.
He thrust again, and she began grinding against him lightly. He lost his train of thought for a moment.
“How does it feel? Am I big enough for you?” It was a question most men feared to ask, but hell, he had nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, she was a virgin, how would she know any different?
“Ye- yes.” She murmured, turning her head to the side and kissing him. He smiled and kissed her back.
“Good girl. So good.” He sped up a little, still going gentle with the force, careful not to hurt her further
She pulled her legs out from under him and looped them around him, her ankles crossing. This time when he slid into her, he moved deeper, and he let out a soft moan.
Shilo giggled a little, and breathlessly tried to give him back some of his own medicine.
“Is that good for you? You’re very warm, and so deep inside me…” He let out a strangled sound and pushed into her hard.
She yelped and her nails dug into his shoulders. He kept that pace, satisfied with the results.
“So tight Shi, and gods, you’re beautiful. Anyone ever tell you that?” he let out a small grunt as she twisted her hips up into his. Words were lost to the wet sounds of skin meeting skin, and her whimpered mewling, and his panting and moans.
She stirred under him.
“Please? Please please please please…”
“please what?” he whispered back to her, his voice hoarse and deeper than usual. She was getting close, he could feel it. All of her was tensing, and he felt like a jogger on the final lap. He could almost smell home base.
It smelled pleasantly of girl sweat and sex and something like strawberries. He pressed into her, then circled his hips, and brought his hand down to where their bodies met, his thumb hitting her clit.
“Come for me, Shilo. I want to feel you. I want to hear you. Come on…” His vice was low and coaxing, and he moved in a counter rhythm to his words, trying to fix them in her mind.
She moaned one more time, and tensed, the muscles under him and around him rippling in ecstasy.
“Good girl.” He muttered, and smoothed her hair. He’d have loved to come inside her, but he remembered the lack of condom… or any other protection… and pulled out of her.
“Shi… you want to swallow again?” he knelt on the bed, and she scrambled up to offer her mouth to him.
“Not the best taste in the world, I know.” He grimaced apologetically, and she smiled, sticking her tongue out. He pumped himself with a firm fist a few times, and spilled out onto her, getting some cum on her cheek and nose, but mostly in her mouth. He sighed and she wiped at it with her arm.
She still missed some on her cheekbone and he smudged it off with his thumb as her throat worked.
“Do you want to taste again?” She invited, and he smiled and pulled her in for another kiss, her breasts crushing against his chest.
“Taste so good.” He told her. “How do you feel about a shower?” She giggled.
“Together?” She was obviously still unused to the idea of nudity.
“Sure, why not? You scrub my back, I’ll scrub between your legs.” He offered it playfully, but her eyes lit up, and she jumped out of the bed.
“Okay!”
He shook himself and got to his feet, stretching languorously before calling after her disappearing butt cheeks, “I hope you don’t expect me to do all that again! Twice in one night is my limit, I think!”
She peeked back in the door.
“I have waterproof lube.” She told him.
Apparently he was wrong.
“Ask me nicely.” He said mildly, and followed her out of her room.