Tales of the Forbidden (4 page)

The bedroom she stepped into was very large. In fact, it was so large that her bedroom, the bathroom, and the kitchen in her father’s house could’ve fit into the space.

A large King-size bed, low to the floor, took pride of place in the middle of the room with its white fur coverlet already turned down and the many pillows placed appropriately, ready for use.

Next to the bed stood a low table on which sat a bucket of chilling champagne and two crystal flutes. To the right of the bed Kera could see the bathroom, with a tub easily large enough to fit two.

Kera saw that there were also two white robes at the foot of the bed. Another low table crouched in the other corner with large pillows around it but other than that, there was no other furniture in the room. It was strictly a room with a bed.

She turned quickly when someone unlocked the door. Not Devon. She sighed in relief since she needed to plan. A maid with a cart of food entered the room. Outside, she saw the same guy who had escorted her still guarding the door, so Kera couldn’t run. Instead, she stayed put and watched the maid place the food on the low table before leaving without saying a word, again locking Kera in. More minutes passed before the door again unlocked. This time Devon stepped in.

He stood in the doorway looking around the room, nodding his approval. When his eyes landed on Kera they had a small stare off. He closed the door slowly behind him before he strode into the room. Kera, on the other hand, took a few steps backward, preparing herself for the fight she knew was coming.

He gave her that sly smile of his and stalked toward her. Again, she backed away.

“I’m not going to bite,” he told her with a grin. Kera reminded 28

herself he wasn’t handsome, even as she licked lips become dry.

“At least not right now.”

“I’m not in the mood for your games, so why don’t you just cut the shit and tell me what you want.”

“Right to the point.” He crossed his arms over his chest, one hand then rising up to his mouth to tap a finger over his soft, luscious lips. “I sort of like that. Bullshitting around definitely isn’t me either. Want a drink?” He pointed to the champagne with the finger that had been tapping his mouth. Kera watched him closely as he moved over to it, pulling it out of the ice. “Nice year.”

“Aren’t you going to—um…?” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the statement.

“Do what?” He popped the cork, his nicely muscled back to her, and poured the liquid in two glasses.

He handed her a glass, and she took it. But instead of standing in front of her, he went over to the plush pillows and low table, sat down, and stretched out comfortably. She watched him take a drink, staring at the way his throat moved as he swallowed. Would his neck taste different than his lips?

“Staring at me like that isn’t going to help matters any, just so you know,” he said.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” She sighed.

“Come over here, Kera.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m asking you to.”

He was being nice to her, and she didn’t understand why. No one was
ever
nice to her, not even her father. With some caution, Kera walked slowly over to the table and sat down across from him, making sure the table stayed between them.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“What d’you want?”

He took another drink, lingering it seemed, both on that drink and answering her. Smacking his lips together, Devon twirled the liquid in the glass before setting it down on the table. Kera’s stomach seemed to drop when he looked her right in the eyes.

“I have what I want.”

“That is?”

“You.”

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The statement had her panicking all over. Kera scrambled back up onto her feet, as did Devon. She only made it to the middle of the room before he once more had a hold of her.

In a blink of an eye Kera found herself wrapped tightly in his arms, face to face, his hold relentless. She felt his fingers as they searched for the tie of her suit on her lower back. Kera couldn’t still the panic that rose when he pulled, releasing half of her admittedly scanty protection.

“Devon,” she gasped when he found the tie behind her neck, releasing that one also.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered as he pulled the top away, tossing it behind his back.

For the first time in her life her bare breasts made contact with the bare chest of a male. The feeling was so exquisite and so new she could only watch as he closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the feel of her to the fullest. Hell, she had a hard time not closing her own and enjoying the sensations that ran through her body.

“I think I could stand here just holding you all night long,” he said softly. He opened his eyes, looked down at her. “You are perfection.”

“I don’t think this is such—” she didn’t finish what she was saying thanks to him moving her arms behind her back causing her chest to thrust upward.

He lightly brushed the knuckles of one hand across her left breast, watched as the nipple peaked slightly when he gave it a light caress. She was unable to stop the tremor that went through her at his touch. It felt so good! When his hand closed around the mound the air rushed right out of her lungs.

He kneaded it, teased the nipple with his thumb, and all the while she didn’t even realize he was walking her backwards to the bed until her legs touched it. He bent down to kiss her. Kera leaned away to avoid him and ended up falling right onto the bed. Realization hit. Quickly covering her breasts with the fur, she scooted away from him, going right to the center; eyes open wide and fastened on his every move.

* * * *

Kera covered herself quickly. Devon met her frightened gaze, working hard to hold back the lust threatening to spill forth 30

and drive his every action. He knew right then that having her, claiming her, and especially making her want it, was going to be a big challenge.

Not breaking that eye contact, Devon slowly moved closer to the bed and climbed on it, leaning over her as he went. Leaning on his hand, so as not to put any of his weight on her, he got so close he was sure she could feel his breath on her face. Still, she didn’t move.
Kera wants this, but is afraid,
he thought,
but afraid
of what?

Devon tried to give her a light kiss, but she turned her head and he wound up kissing her neck. This time he didn’t stop.

Holding himself up so as not to make body contact and scare her further, he took hold of the fur cover with one hand and started to gently slide it away from her body. Kera held on to it tightly. Yet, Devon was persistent and suddenly, with a quick yank, the cover came away. It left her completely exposed, arms quickly going up to cover her breasts.

When his eyes roamed over her body, his erection became thicker and began pulsating with excitement. The only other time in his life he had to fight for this kind of control was his first time with a woman. He saw the shyness in her eyes and it helped to cool him down some.

Slow and easy.
That’s what he kept telling himself.
Go slow
and easy with her.
Frightening the shit out of her wouldn’t do either one of them any good, it’d only cause a fight and by the look in her eyes he could tell that fight was soon to come if he wasn’t careful.

Devon looked down at his hand, following it with his eyes as he grazed, ever so lightly, the part of Kera’s breast her hands were not able to cover. He felt her try to move away from him, yet the way he leaned over her meant she couldn’t move very far. He had her just where he wanted her.

He continued to trail his hand over her body. He caressed her arm, her side, and then down to her belly. When he reached the top of her bikini bottoms, he thought he heard a faint “no,” but couldn’t be sure. Brushing the strings that held the bottoms together, he started to play with them. He teased her by letting them slip through his fingers, then giving them a light tug.

However, he didn’t pull on them hard enough to slip the knot.

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She wasn’t ready for that just yet. He wanted her willing, or at least, as willing as possible.

Down her leg he touched her, then back up to the inside of her thigh. He loved the softness of her skin, the way it felt under his hands, and he even liked the faint smell of jasmine that lingered on her body. Devon’s erection became painful when he thought of her soft skin rubbing his. The painful arousal was enough to test his control, which began to slip faster than he would have liked.

Slowly, he lowered his body down to hers, the heat of her flesh sweet agony. All he wanted to do was rip off her bottoms and thrust his rigid, aching cock inside of her until he passed out from exhaustion. Instead, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself because he knew it was not the right moment to be thinking like this. Devon wanted to get her to relax and enjoy his touch, even to crave it, or at the very least get used to him being the one to touch her. He reminded himself to take things slowly.

She wasn’t going anywhere tonight. She was here to stay.

Devon took hold of her arms, pried them away from her breasts, and felt, for the second time, her breasts against his chest. He also moved her legs apart so he could lie between them. Instantly, her hands went up to his chest to push him away. At the same time, Kera tried to use her legs in order to buck him off. But all her fighting resulted in was allowing him to better position himself between her legs as well as giving him full access to her breasts. When he gazed at her face, Devon saw the fire she had displayed earlier at the pool had returned in full force.

“Stop, damn you!”

Devon took hold of her wrists, pinning them over her head.

“Shhh,” he tried to sooth. She whimpered, but whether in fear or arousal he couldn’t tell. “I’m not going to hurt you, Kera. I promise you that everything I do will be pleasurable.” He looked her up and down again. “Now to think of how I’m going to do this.” He put both wrists in one hand and then reached down to cup a breast again, but ended up having to hold her wrists in both hands once more.

“Okay, plan B then.”

Devon leaned to the side, reached under a pillow, and 32

searched for the white silk scarf he’d requested. Kera’s eyes

widened even more when she saw it and she began to fight like a wild animal in a cage. She twisted, bucked under him, tried to pull her wrists free. Tying her up became a job itself, one that he struggled with but in the end won.

Once he had the scarf tied to her wrists he jerked her to the headboard, fought to position her back in the center of the bed and avoid the kicks that almost made it to his chest.

“Wow,” he huffed, smiling in amusement. “I have to say, the fight you have in you is very impressive.”

“You suck!” she snapped, twisting back and forth. “Here I was thinking you might’ve been human and maybe we could compromise, and then you pull this shit!”

If looks could kill, he would have been suffering right now, he had no doubt about it. Devon also didn’t think his cock could get any harder than it was already, but it sure as shit felt like it. Even in her anger, Kera was sexy. Which meant he had it bad for her, and still hadn’t really done anything but kiss and lightly touch her.

“You don’t like being tied up?” he asked with what he thought to be an innocent voice.

“What the hell do you think?” her voice rose in pitch.

Devon chuckled. “You might change your mind when I get done with you.”

“I highly doubt it.” She gave a tug to her arms. “Let. Me. Go,”

she demanded through clenched teeth.

“Nope.” He touched her breast with the back of his hand, moving down to her belly, sliding over and up to the other. Her nipples peaked hard at his touch. “You’re a very beautiful woman, you know that?”

With a low moan, he bent over and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Kera began to buck under him but he easily subdued her with his body weight. As he sucked and lightly bit on the tiny nub, he brought his other hand up to play with the untended nipple.

He pulled, gave it a turn, popped the one out of his mouth and took the other in. He teased both with fingers and mouth. Flicked them quickly with his tongue, and blew hot air on them. She gasped, squirmed, and watched his every move with eyes dazed from growing arousal.

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very sensitive, he moved down her body, kissing, licking his way along the soft skin. He licked her belly button; he felt her stiffen and knew she realized what he was going to do.

“Don’t you even fucking dare!”

Kera fought mercilessly against her bonds, trying to buck him off and away from her as best as she could. Glad he knew how to tie the bonds in a way that wouldn’t hurt her, he wasn’t swayed. Devon continued to kiss from her navel and along her hips, biting at the suit strings still covering her lower half. He even swiped his tongue across the outline of the suit.

“I think it might be time for these to come off,” he told her.

Devon used his teeth to remove the knot holding the last part of her suit together. He didn’t tug hard enough for the suit to slip away but did tug enough that it only covered a few inches of skin.

“Oh I can’t wait to taste you.” He couldn’t keep the edge out of his voice when he spoke.

“You’re crazy!” she gasped.

“For you, baby, I sure as hell am.”

Her squirming caused the skimpy suit bottoms to slide to one side. She squealed, her face turned red and she stiffened up with wide eyes watching the material. He chuckled

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Devon took hold of her ankles and flipped her over to her stomach. The bathing suit bottom fell right off. “Very nice.”

Kera screamed in frustration. Devon parted her legs and sat back on his knees between them, waiting for her to finish her tantrum. He rubbed her backside, up and down her back, to the curve of her ass. Soft as silk. And she was arching
into
him… not much, but a little. Hmmm.

“What—what are you going to do?” she stuttered.

Deliberately, he moved slowly, stretching out over her backside and spine, brushing her hair to one side. He kissed her ear before speaking. “I’m going to taste every sweet inch of you, just like I told you I would.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, turning her face away from him.

“Have you ever been spanked before, Kera?” That had her turning her face right back to him, eyes wide in shock. “Spanked until you come?”

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“You are seriously out of your mind.”

“Maybe.” He sat up on his knees, rubbing his hands up and down her skin and over her ass. “But I bet I can get you off by spanking you.” Raising his hand, he landed the first gentle slap to her ass.

Kera cried out, arching as much as she could to get away.

Devon landed several more spanks on Kera’s ass. They were firm enough to only leave red handprints but would be effective nevertheless. He kept her legs spread with his knees between them, and every time she tried to rear up, he teased her damp pussy with his fingers.

After maybe ten swats, he stopped, rubbed her cheeks with his face, and slipped a finger inside her body. She was hot and wet from the spanking. Kissing and licking at the red marks on her ass, he continued to stroke his finger in and out of her pussy.

He heard her moan quietly even as she pressed her face into the pillow to mask the sound. But she was moving with him, not against.

Another finger joined the first to stretch her and Devon skimmed up her body to lie against her back. He took hold of her hair, turned her head and gave her a light kiss and lick on her neck, never stopping the movements of his fingers. He watched her face while he finger-fucked her, saw the pleasure build inside her. The plan was simply to give her as much pleasure as he could before he entered her.

“You feel it, Kera.” He licked at the tears and whispered into her ear, “That very first orgasm is quickly approaching.”

“What are you doing to me?” she cried out as he nibbled on the ear he was whispering into, thrusting his fingers in and out faster.

“Loving you.” He groaned in pain. Damn if he wasn’t hard as stone, ready to thrust into her, to take and love her until he became exhausted. “God I want to taste you, too, feel your climax, to sip every drop of your release.”

Kera’s head went back on his shoulder and she screamed.

He felt her contract around his fingers, felt the very first orgasm wash through her body, and it just about made him come also.

Devon stopped what he was doing and slid back down her body. He rolled over to his back and lifted Kera up by her hips, 35

moving her into position. Kera cried out when Devon lowered her hips to his waiting face and tongue, and immediately started to work on her damp mound. He worked his tongue back and forth at the slit that held his treasure. Every so often, he would flick her straining clit, causing a few small moans from her.

“Oh god,” she moaned loudly. “Shit, shit, shit.” She panted, almost gasping for breath as she moved her hips, wanton in her need.

Devon attacked her clit. He sucked on it, pulled, rolled the tiny nub with his tongue into his mouth. He brought out every whimper, every moan he could from her. He built up the pleasure to the point that it caused
him
pain. At the same time, he thrust two fingers back inside of her and finger-fucked her fast. He felt her tense up as he moved his fingers, heard her gasping for air, and loved it all. He moaned against her clit while he sucked it and she cried out, humping her hips. He held her with ease, using only one arm around her waist. Kera began to move and moan, her actions speaking loudly to him; instead of pulling away or fighting, she pressed herself down harder onto his mouth.

The tension in her body told him how close she was getting.

Kera’s release was so close that Devon didn’t know if
he
could withstand it. He wanted so much to feel her lose that control she had over her mind and body. He could barely wait to feel her tremble with the power of the climax. But what he wanted the most was to feel her orgasm around his cock.

When he heard the faint, muffled “Oh God” from her, he knew he had her. She wanted this now. Devon released her clit slid up under her body and kissed her deep. With his mouth over hers and his fingers deep inside, he felt every tremor in her as she experienced one hell of a powerful orgasm. Before she could come down from the high, Devon stopped kissing, skimmed back down some and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Not once did he stop pumping his fingers into her, drawing out each sensation, each pleasurable feeling. By the time Kera settled down and regained her senses, Devon was lying back under her fully with her legs spread over his hips. He was in the perfect position to take her, and when she gazed at his face, he could see by her expression she knew it also.

“I could take you just like this, Kera,” he told her softly, gently 36

brushing sweat-damp hair from her eyes. “But I think this position might be too much for you for your first time,” he purred, rubbing his lips across her own. “Too deep,” he continued as he raised his arms and let her arms loose, then quickly flipped her over onto her back with him on top. “I think this way would be better for you, for our first time.”