King of Slaves (Jenna's Story) (The Slave Series Book 5) (42 page)

Zurry’s hand flew to her mouth and covered it. “There is no ‘if.’ You already agreed and I’m holding you to that promise.”

She bit his palm gently. “I meant ‘when’ I marry you; it’s just still so new to me. When we marry, I’ll have to punish you in the bedroom if you’re being an ass to me.”

A playful grin spread on Zurry face. “Oh yeah? I think we already established that I’ve been an ass, so why don’t you punish me right now?” He unbuttoned her shirt and tugged it off her, enjoying the look of uncertainty on her face. Despite Alex’s wild fiery looks, and at times sassy attitude, she was an innocent romantic, and he loved that about her.

“How are you going to punish me, my sweet fiancée?” he teased.

“Ehhm… I don’t know exactly.”

He swallowed a grin and patiently waited for her to make the next move.

“I could spank you,” she said.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

Her forehead wrinkled. “So it’s okay for you to smack a woman, but you would never allow a woman to smack you?”

“That’s right.”

“But–”

“It’s non-negotiable. You can scratch my shoulders, rip my back with your nail, or pull at my hair, but you’ll never hit me or smack me.”

Alex seemed to ponder that. “Talk about a double standard.”

He shrugged. “Call me a hypocrite, I don’t care.”

“All right, but in that case you need to grow your hair out, it’s too short to pull at.”

He smiled. “If that’s what you want.”

“Can I tie you up?”

He frowned. “Why?”

“I’m just asking.”

“Why would you want to tie me up?”

“As part of your punishment today for all the times you spied on me.”

“I don’t have any rope here and we’re not leaving this car before I’ve had you. So if you want to tie me up, it will have to be later.”

Alex had a mischievous little grin on her face that made him nervous.

“If I can’t tie you up, then you’ll just have to do exactly as I tell you to.”

Fuck!
He didn’t like it, and gave himself a face-palm in his mind…
Why the hell did I suggest she punish me?… I hate giving up control. 

“What is it? You look like I just asked you to jump from a bridge. Are you afraid of your punishment?”

He sighed. He might as well be honest with her. “Here’s the thing, Alex. I’m dominant as hell, and giving up power and control to you isn’t easy for me.”

“Excellent, because a good punishment makes you feel uncomfortable… now strip.”

“What do you mean ‘strip’? I’m not a male stripper and I don’t have any sexy dance moves.”

“You talk too much,” Alex said with a newfound confidence. “I meant take off your clothes, now.”

He did as she wanted and sat back in the wide leather seat butt naked. Desire was beaming from her lovely blue eyes and he swallowed hard when she started undressing in front of him.
Now we’re talking.
Calmness spread in his body; if his punishment involved both of them naked, he wouldn’t mind taking a double dose. 

He reached out to touch her but she batted his hand away. “Na-huh.”

He tried again, but she stopped him.

“Sit on your hands,” she ordered him.

“What? Why?”

“If I can’t tie you up, you are going to restrain yourself by sitting on your hands.”

Reluctantly Zurry placed his hands under his thighs. This was a mild form of torture, since his hands were tingling with the need to touch her lush curves.

Alex moved in front of him and leaned in, stopping with her left breast just in front of his mouth. By default he leaned forward and opened his mouth to take her perky pink nipple into his mouth, but she stopped him with a hand to his head.

“No touching, no tasting. I’m in control and you are not allowed to do anything but sit absolutely still.”

For a man of action, used to setting the pace and taking what he wanted this was a new experience, and he wasn’t sure he liked it.

Alex played with her breast in front of him and he admired her creamy skin, wishing he could just reach out and feel how warm and soft she was.

“Lean back,” she ordered and he complied, leaving his major hard-on as a flagpole ready for action.

“Did you dream of being inside of me?” her soft voice felt like a caress.

“Yes,” he said in a gruff voice.

“Do you remember how it felt to thrust into me the first time?”

“Uh-huh.” He moaned and wanted so badly to push her down on the leather seat and remind them both how well they fit together.

Alex lowered herself slowly to sit astride him. Her weight on his thighs, her heat and delicious smell made him crazy. His eyes greedily took in the way her amazing C-cups would fit perfectly in his hands, and the way her slim waist made a wonderful contrast to the curvy hips that invited a man to grab her round ass and press into her. Alex was goddamn perfect, and her pussy was only inches from his dick… taunting him, but not touching him.

“Alex,” he groaned.

“Yes, Zurry?”

“You’re torturing me.”

“Am I?”

“Let me get inside you. I need to feel you around my cock.”

She slit a finger along his collarbones. “Do you think feeling me slide down over you with my warm moist folds will make you happy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, but this is a punishment, remember.”

He bit his lip, hard.

Alex brushed herself against him, her small triangle of pubic hair touching his sensitive crown. He kept looking down, willing her to continue and allow him entrance, but she pulled back, leaving his desperate soldier dripping with pre-sperm.

“Alex,” he said in a warning tone. “You’re killing me.”

She giggled and started planting kisses along his jawline. When she got to his ear, she nibbled at his earlobe and whispered. “Remember how good it felt to hammer your large cock into me from behind. Remember when I screamed out my orgasm while riding you. Did you like that? Hearing me shout your name… knowing that in that moment I belonged to you.”

“You
do
belong to me,” he reminded her in a gruff voice.

“And yet you can’t touch me.”

He growled low… he had been trained by the best soldiers in the world and could withstand physical pain better than most, but this kind of torture was insufferable. If she had been any other woman, and it had been purely physical, he wouldn’t have been the least bit bothered. But this was Alex, the woman who called out to more than just his body… he wanted to be everything to her, just like she was everything to him. Being inches from her and unable to take her was cruel. 

“When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow…” he told her.

“Tsk, tsk… No touching, no tasting, and
no talking
.”

He raised a brow telling her that he might not be allowed to talk, but she wouldn’t have him restrained forever – and when he had his hands free, he would keep his promise.

“Ohh… but if you are suffering so much, let me make it a little bit better for you.”

She lowered herself down, allowing the head of his cock to rest between her folds.

He closed his eyes, breathing slowly to keep in control. If he pushed himself forward he would slide into her, and he was fighting his instincts to keep still.
Move… move… take her
… the caveman in him chanted.
She’s mine.
He couldn’t listen to that part and forced himself to focus on his breathing.
Don’t move – let her think she has control.

The feeling of her warm pussy sinking a bit lower and letting his head slide into her made him hold his breath.

“Uhmm… that feels good.” Her silky voice whispered in his ear.

He wanted to go deeper… push all the way inside her. Balls deep. But Alex stayed in the same position. Zurry couldn’t help it; he pushed forward and slid deeper, moaning her name at the same time.

“Don’t do that,” she scolded him playfully and moved away. He was no longer inside her, and his body almost trembled with suppressed desire.

“Come back,” he said, feeling his caveman getting desperate. If she kept torturing him for much longer he would lose it.

“You did something bad. And I’m punishing you. Don’t tell me what to do… I’m the one in control.”

Again she lowered herself down on him, slowly, and stopping with only his glans inside her.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to spy on me in the future?”

“No.”

“Good.” She rewarded him by sinking herself all the way down.

“Ohh fuck!” he said and leaned his head back. The feeling of her tightness surrounding his flesh felt unreal. They were a perfect match, and from her deep moan, he knew she felt it too.

“Zurry.” Her voice sounded raw with desire and when he opened his eyes to see her, he read one clear message in her half-lidded blue eyes.

“Say it, Alex.”

“Uhmm…” She started moving, up and down slowly. Much too slowly for his taste. He wanted to fuck her hard and make sure she never forgot who she belonged to.

“Say it, Alex,” he repeated, and her hard controlling attitude melted away before him.

“But…”

“Say. It! Tell me to fuck you.”

“No, this is a punishment,” she said in a breathy voice with eyes half lidded.

He growled low. “But you forget one thing, my fairy.”

Alex had her eyes closed now and was riding him slowly. “What?” she asked.

“You did something bad too. You blocked my number, so I get to punish you a little too.”

Before she could respond, his hands flew out from their confines and he took over control. With a firm grip on her behind he lifted her just enough that he could slam into her at his faster pace.

“Ohh… Yes, it feels amazing,” Alex moaned, and then in the most erotic breathy voice she said the magic words he had been waiting for. “Take me, Zurry.”

He lifted her off him and placed her on her back. The first time he had taken Alex had been missionary style, and he wanted to re-enact that. The car was spacious; with one knee on the floor and one on the seat he could control his pace and be close to her.

“Are you ready to be claimed?”

“Uh-huh.” Alex eyes were glazed with desire.

“From now on, I’m the only man who gets to fuck you,” he said, and pumped in and out of her. “I will protect you, and take care of you because you’re my woman.”

Alex made small moans that told him she heard him but was too far gone to speak.

“What do you want?” He kissed her and took a second for her to open her eyes and look at him.

“You.”

“He pushed deep into her and stayed there. “What do you want to do with me?”

Her hands were holding on to his broad shoulders, and she smiled. “I want to marry you.”

“Yes… and?”

“I want to make love to you.”

“Yes… and?”

“I want a family with you?”

He grinned and licked her lips. “Good… then you won’t mind that I’m going to cum inside you.”

“No, I won’t mind… I’m still on birth control, we’re safe.”

He found her hands and merged his fingers with hers.

“Alex, in a few months, we’ll be husband and wife. After that, there will be no more birth control.”

“But… don’t you think we should wait a little to have children?”

He stopped moving. “Why would we wait? We already decided to get married.”

“I know, but we don’t have to have children right away, if you don’t want to.”

“Of course I want to; why wouldn’t I want to have children with my wife?”

She answered him with a passionate kiss, and he forgot all about talking and focused only on the physical part of their lovemaking. She was as wonderful as he remembered. Her curly red hair smelled divinely and tickled his nose when he buried his head close to hers and took her. It didn’t take them long to meet in the best orgasm of their lives. It was the culmination of seven months’ built-up sexual frustration and intense longing for one another. The magnitude of their emotional and physical connection made Alex scream out his name and he followed suit by moaning into her ear. “Yes… Alex, yes… I’m coming.”

CHAPTER 36

All or Nothing

Jenna

It was the music that woke Jenna up. She had cried herself to sleep after a horrible day where her world had collapsed. Not only was her sister marrying Zurry, whom she wasn’t sure was the right one for Alex, but her father had also admitted to years of betrayal. The bastard had lied about how their mother died, and covered up the fact that it was his infidelity that had driven her to suicide. But he was not the only one to disappoint Jenna. When she realized that her grandparents’ absence in her and Alex’s lives wasn’t due to immense grief like she had been told, but a result of their taking a bribe from her father to stay away, it tore her heart out. She had a small family to begin with, but now she had only Alex.

As if the Universe was making a spring cleaning of dirty secrets in her life, she found out that Kio, the only man she trusted and loved, had spied on her and listened in on most of, if not all, her phone conversations with Alex.

With their wedding only days away, she was devastated and confused.

The soft music made Jenna lift her head from the bed and look to the bathroom door, where the music was coming from. She called out Alex’s name. It was odd, as Alex had her own room and there was no need for her to use Jenna’s bathroom.

There was no reply. Jenna got up to investigate.

Brushing her hair back, she walked over, opened the door to her bathroom, and gasped.

Inside was a subdued glow of candlelight, causing golden shadows to dance on the walls of the bathroom. Jenna looked down to see red rose petals spread on the tiles as a trail leading to the bathtub, where more rose petals were flowing on milky white water.

Taking a few steps inside the room let her see the rest of the bathroom, and there was Kio - sitting on the side of the bathtub in only black sweat pants. 

“Hey.” He gave her a smile, but his usual confidence wasn’t in it. 

“What is this?” Jenna asked and looked around.

Kioni rose and approached her slowly.

“I screwed up, and I’ve spend the last hours trying to find a way to make it up to you.”

“How long have I been sleeping?”

“Four hours.”

Jenna rubbed her face, but when she opened her eyes again, the whole scenario was still there.

“Did you ever bathe in milk?” he asked.

Jenna turned her head to look at the bathtub, where steam was rising. “Are you saying you filled the bath tub with only milk?”

“No… it’s warm water and only about a gallon of milk.”

“But why?”

“It helps moisturize and hydrate your skin and will make it soft.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

It does look tempting.

“Why don’t you give it a try?”

Jenna had been naked with Kioni more times than she could remember, but suddenly stripping down in front of him felt strange since she was still angry with him.

“Do you want me to get in with you?” he asked softly.

“No,” she said and undressed quickly to get it over with.

He didn’t look away when she climbed into the tub but kneeled down next to her. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” she admitted. “But I’m still mad at you.”

“I know.”

They didn’t talk for a while. Jenna enjoyed the comfort of the warm milky water, the calming music, and the candlelight glow. 

“How can I make it up to you?” Kioni asked.

“Stop listening in on my conversations and stop tracking me like I’m some sort of hostage.”

He sighed and rested an arm on the tub. “The tracking is for your own safety, but I promise I won’t listen to your conversations anymore.”

“How can I know you mean it and are not just saying it to make me marry you? I need proof.”

“How can I give you proof of something in the future?”

“I don’t know.” Jenna pouted.
That’s the whole problem. I have to trust you, but all my experience tells me I can trust no one but Alex.

“What if…?” Kioni seemed to have gotten an idea.

“What?”

“Give me a second.” He got up and left the bathroom but returned a few minutes later, carrying paper, pen, and a knife.

Jenna sat up and gave him a scrutinizing look. “What are you planning to do with that knife?”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me hurting you?” he said and looked hurt himself. “Please tell me you haven’t lost all faith in me because of one mistake.”

She lay back down again, with only her head above the surface of the water.

“When I was eleven I made a pact with Zurry promising loyalty. We could do the same.”

A smile lurked on Jenna’s lips. “Don’t tell me it was a blood pact.”

“How did you know?”

“The knife was a clue.”

“Right… well, the way it works is that we’ll both sign an oat of loyalty with our blood.”

“Sweetie,” Jenna said, and if he hadn’t been trying to get back in her good graces he would have told her never to call him that again. He resented being called sweet as if he were a small child.

“Isn’t a marriage contract the adult version of a pact of loyalty?”

“I guess… but this is an unofficial bond between you and me only. I’m willing to sign in my blood that I’ll be true to you and that I’ll never betray you.”

Her smile was growing softer. “Thank you. I thought you were going to have us mix blood.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, making a cut in our hands and holding them together, mixing our blood.”

Kioni nodded his head. “We can do that if you like. Whatever it takes to make you understand that I’m not like your father. I love you and I’m sorry I hurt you; I won’t do it again.”

Jenna reached for him and pulled him down to her with a hand behind his neck. “You’ll hurt me again. And I’ll hurt you.”

“No.”

“Yes, Kio. It’s impossible to spend a whole life together and not get hurt. The question is: will the pleasure be worth the pain?”

He swallowed hard.
Please say yes

“Jenna, I love you… you know I do.”

“Yes.”

“Then please say you’ll still marry me.”

There was a moment of indecision on her face. It might only have lasted a second, but it felt endless to Kioni.

She didn’t say anything but held out her thumb.

He looked deeply into her eyes, reading her intention, before he took the knife and made a small cut in her finger. Without words he made a cut in his own thumb and pressed it against hers.

“You know what this means, right?” he asked her and got nose to nose.

“Don’t tell me we’re blood brothers.”

He grinned and kissed her. “You’ll never be my brother… you will be my wife.”

She kissed him back and pulled him with her down in the bathtub. “That’s right, you arrogant, overconfident, spying bastard.” She winked. “I will marry you.”