King of Slaves (Jenna's Story) (The Slave Series Book 5) (23 page)

He couldn’t think of anything but Alex, and it was killing him to know she would soon be thousands of miles away and out of his reach.

Why she impacted him so much, he had no idea. There had been other women in his life and once he had even believed himself in love with a girl named Astri, but now… after meeting Alex it was clear that in comparison to her, he hadn’t even liked Astri.

Zurry reached out for Alex’s hand and pulled her close. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“What for?”

“For bringing Monique and Hannah.”

“Who are they anyway?” she asked quietly.

Of course Zurry knew that Alex already had the answer to her question since he had overheard Jenna tell her on the phone, but he couldn’t reveal that, and so answered her question patiently. “They are my pleasers and live here at the palace.”

“Do you love them?”

“No.” His answer came promptly. “Alex, don’t think about them, they are not important.”

Her beautiful blue-greenish eyes drilled into his and flamed up with fire. “How dare you?”

“What do you mean?”

“How dare you sleep with any woman and call her unimportant? I don’t know those two young women, but if they are your lovers then the least you can do is care for them and show them some respect.”

Zurry’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was the second time he had been scolded by an American woman and he didn’t like it.

“I’m not saying they aren’t important, I merely meant they have nothing to do with what is between you and me.”

Alex placed a pointing finger against his chest. “Following you here, I actually decided that I would live out one night of crazy passion with you, but that stupid remark just made me change my mind.”

“Why?”
he asked while his mind shouted
Fuck no… I’ve  got to fix this.

“Because I can live with you not being husband material. I can even live with you being a short fling, but I can’t live with the fact that tomorrow when you bang one of your pleasers and she asks you about me, you’ll tell her I’m not important.”

Zurry shook his head. “That would never happen, Alex.”

“Of course it would. You just said the same thing to me about two women whom you’ve been involved with for much longer than one night.”

“Alex, trust me, I would never call you unimportant.”

“No, you would just forget about me the minute I leave for the airport.”

Wow, is that pain in her eyes?
“No, I wouldn’t. Alex, you don’t understand.”

Alex looked tense as she crossed her arms. “You’re right, I don’t understand, because I can guarantee you that if we shared a night of passion, I would never forget about you.”

“And if we don’t?”

“What?”

“If we don’t share a night of passion… if you walk away from me now, fly home tomorrow, and never see me again, then what? Will you forget about me?” he challenged.

Her stance relaxed a bit. “I don’t know, maybe in time.”

It was his time to cross his arms. “Well, in that case I win, because I will never forget you.”

“It’s not a competition,” she muttered.

“I know, but I’ve never met anyone like you, Alex, and I am one hundred percent sure that I wouldn’t be able to forget you even if I tried.”

He saw it happen. Saw her wall of rejection fall. First her eyes softened and then her arms fell to her sides, almost like a drawbridge to an impenetrable fortress being lowered for access.

Zurry didn’t hesitate but leaned in to kiss her. At first his kiss was gentle and testing but when she reciprocated and opened her mouth to let him in, he deepened the kiss and made it more demanding.

Pulling her into a tight hug, he ground himself against her and felt his balls harden when she made a sweet moan. He needed her so badly! He lifted her from the floor, still kissing her.

Alex laughed when he started walking with her, her feet dangling over the floor. “Can you even see where you’re going? I don’t want you to trip over, with me taking the fall,” she said with a grin.

He grinned back at her. “I’m tempted to toss you over my shoulder and run to my room.”

“God, you’re eager.”

He nodded. She had no idea. With Alex he felt like a freaking teenage boy smelling pheromones for the first time. It was scary and intoxicating at the same time and sure as hell made him unable to think rationally. For a grown man with unlimited access to female company, it was a strange reaction.

Alex nuzzled his nose with hers and pulled back her face to look at him. Because he was lifting her up, they were eye to eye. There was an earnest expression on her face.

“I know this isn’t a good idea,” she said, and he got the feeling she was talking to herself. “But I’ve never been so attracted to anyone in my life.”

He swallowed hard. “Woman, when you talk like that, you give me no choice. I’m taking you to my room, now!”

“Uh-huh,” she muttered into his mouth as she kissed him again.

They didn’t meet anyone on their way to his room, and he honestly didn’t care that security could see them on their surveillance cameras. As soon as he got her inside his room they would have complete privacy.

He slammed the door behind them and locked it with a click. When he turned to see Alex climbing on top of his bed with her ass to him, excitement slammed into him with the force of a sledgehammer. Alex in his bed was the most erotic sight ever and made it hard to even breathe. He wanted to tell her how gorgeous she was but the only sound he could produce was a low growl in the back of his throat. Jeez, if a fully dressed Alex could give him this reaction he was in serious trouble.

She waved him closer with a finger. “Come here.” 

But Zurry couldn’t move. He had been hard for her for so long – from his first sight of her outside his office, to seeing her in only a towel when Kioni had his epic meltdown, and then all through the concert where he sat close enough to smell her perfume, and lastly just now in the hallway where they had made out. If he as much as touched her, he would surely cum; his balls were already telling him that they were ready to fire.
How the hell can this be happening to me? I’m a patient thirty-five-year-old man with extensive sexual experience, I always take my time, and have full control of when I cum.

“Come here,” Alex called again in an amorous tone.

Death, rot, tooth-ache, kidney pie
– Zurry tried to think of images that would help him calm down and not embarrass himself in front of her.

Alex wasn’t helping ease his pain when she seductively pulled her green dress down over her shoulders.

Zurry groaned.
Diarrhea, warts, toilet brushes… fuck, why isn’t this helping?

He had fantasized about this goddess and now she was here, kneeling on his bed, calling for him to come and take her. It was a live version of his dreams when she slowly tugged her dress down to her waist and started playing with her nipples through a white lace bra that revealed only the top of her generous C-cups.

He made a last attempt to pull out nasty images from his past, but nothing helped. Alex was all he could see and she was mind-blowingly sensual.

“Fuck!” Zurry groaned as the sight became his undoing and he came in his pants.
Like a fucking schoolboy.

When he opened his eyes he found Alex curiously assessing him. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“What is it?” she asked innocently.

He walked over to her, tugged her wild hair behind her ears, and kissed her forehead. “You drive me insane with lust, and I’ve been thinking about you every minute since I first saw you.”
Well, actually before that too, but I can’t tell you that.

She smiled up at him and splayed her hands across his chest. “Then why did you look almost pained just now?”

He gave a short hollow laugh and felt shame. “Because the mere sight of you playing with yourself on my bed made me cum.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?”

“Uh-huh, I can’t explain it. Never happened to me before.”

Alex rose up on her knees and swung her arms around his neck. “I’ll take that as a compliment; it’s actually really sweet and romantic.”

Now, Zurry never claimed to be an expert on women, and certainly not American women, but how she could think of him making a fool of himself as romantic was beyond him. Wasn’t romance something about flowers and poetry? Surely not something as lame as a man soiling his pants because he couldn’t control his horny testicles.  

“It’s not romantic, it’s embarrassing,” he muttered.

She drew back and looked at him. “It makes me feel brave enough to ask you a favor…”

“Sure.”

“I have a fantasy.”

He couldn’t help a discreet smirk. “Okay.”

“It might be a bit bizarre, but since we only have tonight together and we won’t see each other after tomorrow, I think I might be able to gather the courage to ask you to…”

“Hey, woman, if you have a dirty sexual fantasy, I’m your man.” Zurry was happy to have the focus on her and not on him. “What would you like?”

Her cheeks grew bright red. 

“Sweetness, don’t be embarrassed. I’ve got plenty of dirty fantasies myself. I’ll never judge you.”

“Well, this one might be a stretch for you,” she almost whispered.

“Ha.” Zurry felt like beating his chest because at this game he was a flipping master. He had lived out most of his own fantasies and had taken women in all positions and often several women at a time… whatever she wanted, he could deliver…
except
… “Oh, wait… you’re not asking to have another man join us, are you?” For some reason he didn’t like the idea of sharing Alex with anyone.

She shook her head and gave him a small smile. “No, I’m sure you’ll be more than enough man for me.”

“Good.” He smirked again. “Then tell me what it is you want.”

She gave a long deep sigh. “Do you mind if we get under your covers first?”

Zurry shook his head. “Make yourself comfortable, I’m just going to use the bathroom and clean myself up. I’ll be with you in a minute, and then you can tell me, okay?”

Alex nodded and he planted a big kiss on her lips.

A few minutes later Zurry crawled into bed and curled up with Alex. She was warm and wearing underwear that scratched against his naked skin. Only a small lamp was glowing, making the light in the room feel cozy.

Zurry propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at Alex; she looked so sweet and innocent lying there with her large blue eyes looking up at him with a hopeful expression.

“You have nothing to fear, Alex, you really can’t say anything that will shock me.”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked.

“I can see this is difficult for you, so let me make it easier. I’m going to guess and then you can just nod, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Would you like me to spank you?”

Her forehead wrinkled. “I don’t think I would mind if you don’t do it too hard, but that isn’t what my fantasy is about.”

“Would you like me to fist fuck you?”

“God, no.”

“Pretend that I’m raping you?”

“Ehhh… what?” She looked shocked.

He held up a palm. “Hey, no judgment, remember.”

“Yeah… but rape, honestly.”

He shrugged. “I understand it’s a common fantasy among women.”

“To be raped?”

“Uh-huh… but not yours I, reckon.”

“No, that is definitely not my fantasy.”

“Okay… so is it anal sex?”

She gave him a curious look. “Would you do that?”

Zurry made an amused snort. “With pleasure.”

“But don’t you find it a bit… I don’t know, gross?”

“No.”

“I heard that anal sex is very painful.”

He shook his head. “Not when it’s done the right way. It’s very arousing and feels good.”

“And how would you know?” she said in a slightly defensive tone. “Have you ever tried getting a hard cock pressed up your behind?”

Zurry frowned. “No, but I’ve seen women orgasm from it and heard them tell me they enjoyed it very much.”

Alex looked away, and he figured she didn’t like to hear of his sex life with other women.

“So your fantasy isn’t about being spanked, fisted, raped, or having anal sex. Is it bondage?”

“No.”

“Ahh… You want another woman to join us?” he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Absolutely not.”

“Hmm, so what is it then?”

Alex bit the inside of her cheek. “The thing that I dream of is different. It would be kind of a role play.”

“Now you’re talking… you want me to be your daddy?”

“Eww… no!”

“Then tell me, sweetness. What turns you on?”

She covered her eyes with a hand that he gently pulled away. “Alex, I’ll never judge you. Just tell me, okay.”