When Saint Goes Marching In (19 page)

She continued to suck him, this time without grazing her teeth across him though. Saint groaned. He released his grip on the sheets as his body gave in to the new wonderful sensations. He watched her head rise and fall as she took him in her mouth, in an erotic rhythm.

Xenia
stopped and climbed atop him, prepared to slide down his pole. Saint urgently reached forward to cup her ass and usher her quickly over his face. He thrust his tongue deep inside her and she squealed.

“No!” she said, shocked and breathless. “I don’t want you to do that. I call the shots here.”

He could faintly hear her thoughts right then.

I don’t want to feel that, it’s too, intimate.

She squirmed in his grip and pushed herself off of him. Saint reluctantly let her slide back down and mount him. She took him all in, hard, and he couldn’t help a loud groan as he watched her rock vigorously and work her rounded hips on his flesh. He held onto her swaying body and thrust deeply skyward within her, matching her speed. A moan escaped her lips, but she bit her lips then, as if she despised any show of emotion on her part.

“Shit,” Saint gasped. “Baby, please…please come back home. You have to. I
need
you. I miss you, I miss our children. I miss waking up to you and falling asleep in your arms.”

Xenia
turned away but he hadn’t missed the moisture brimming in her eyes. She kept silent but never stopped moving, never stopped driving him just a little more insane with each descent onto his shaft. Saint felt her shudder as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He felt it swelling against his fingers while he pressed on, gasping for air with each thrust.

“I want to eat you
so
bad…
please
?”

He looked at her, his eyes hooded with the power of his emotions.

Xenia
shook her head. This time a tear escaped down her cheek as her second orgasm arrived. Her hips jerked, causing her to fall forward helplessly on his chest, as Saint continued to grind ruthlessly inside her. He left her no quarter.

“Ssssssssshit.”

Saint pressed his eyes closed as he felt his climax approaching.

Xenia
breathed heavily. He could feel her eyes on him, could sense her dismay as his pleasure loomed close, pleasure that he took with her body.

He opened his eyes to find her looking at him with disgust, her face twisted in a scowl. Abruptly, she started to get off of him before he came.

No fucking way.

Saint grabbed her by the arm, an unyielding grip, as he pumped harder and faster inside her. He quickly shifted his hands to her wrists and forced her body down so her chest was flush to his and her lips just above his own.

“Let go of me!” Xenia screamed, hissed and gritted her teeth.

“No, I won’t let go, Xenia. I won’t
ever
fuckin’ let go.”

Saint continued to pump mercilessly inside her until he drew another orgasm from her. She came with a keening moan; this time she couldn’t stop the flow. He came at the same time, his climax hitting him hard like an angry storm. It was weeks of pent-up sexual frustration finally being set free.

Before Xenia could attempt another escape, Saint flipped her onto her back, stroked her long and hard, and pressed his body down on hers. He weaved his fingers into hers and brought their joined hands above her head as he slowly sucked on a nipple. She whimpered a cry of half-pain, half-pleasure.

Soon, all resistance stopped and the emotions flowed freely. His chest tightened. He’d broken her heart.

“I gave you everything. I gave you all of me!” Xenia cried out.

“I know, baby,” Saint cooed in her ear.

“I hate you, Saint.” As she flung her words at him, she grinded back against him. Xenia pounded his chest with her all of her might, branding him with the heat of her hand. But he never slowed his thrusts, and their slick bodies slid up and down one another effortlessly. She followed his lead, dancing and grinding, not missing a beat.

Saint sucked on her neck, reached down between her legs and massaged her clit as he pushed deeper inside her.

“I’ve got what you need, right here,” he said softly.

He made her moan and sigh, and her legs shook as she turned to give him better access to her neck.

She arched away from the bed, taking Saint up with her, clutching him to her. She pulled him back down and he complied, not missing one beat during the aerial interruption. He listened closely to her breathing, knowing she was about to cum again. She shook beneath him, around him, so violently that he lost control. Saint came again, holding tightly to her as he shouted, releasing his tension deep within her. His dick throbbed in her vessel, matching his heart rate. Saint slowly opened his eyes and looked down at her. He caressed her hair with his fingertips, his body still joined with hers as he continued to lie inside her.

“Xenia, I didn’t cheat on you. I feel like a fuckin’ broken record, baby,” he said breathlessly. “I swear. I will keep repeating it forever if that is what it takes. I know how it looked, but you have to believe me.” He waited for her to open her eyes and look into his.

Xenia
shook her head with determination. “No, Saint! I can’t trust you. You won’t even admit the truth. How could we move forward if you won’t even admit what you did?” she asked, opening her eyes and looking up at him, his face close to hers.

He smiled at her, a sad smile that reflected his heartache. Her stomach flipped when she buried her face in his chest and she smelled his skin, then looked straight into his hauntingly seductive light brown eyes with flakes of gold and green.

“Have you cried since I’ve been gone?” Xenia asked coolly, her face a mask.

Saint was silent for a moment, taken aback by the question.

“What do you want me to say, Xenia? I can’t win with this question. If I say ‘no,’ then you think I don’t care. If I say ‘yes,’ you’ll think I’m only feeling sorry for myself and that you’re the only one that should be allowed to cry.” Saint leaned slightly closer to her. He cupped her right breast but when he lowered his mouth to it and sucked gently, she turned her gaze away. He took his time moving his warm, wet tongue along the nipple and in response she softly rubbed his dark head of hair, her hold on him tight. He went from one breast to another, treating each with the same thorough attention but then he slowly slid off of her and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a warm wash cloth.

Xenia
gave him a confused look as he lifted her legs and cleaned her pussy thoroughly but gently. Still confused, she looked at him closely, her mouth agape.

“What are you doing?” she asked quietly.

His gaze roamed lazily over her before he swiftly disappeared between her thighs, pushed her legs wide apart and let his tongue taste her pussy.

“I told you ‘no,’” she whimpered helplessly as he continued to tongue sex her silly.

Xenia
bucked against his lips as Saint languidly moved over her delicate, sensitive folds. He orally massaged her clitoris while simultaneously inserting three fingers inside her, expertly manipulating her G-Spot.

“Saint!” Xenia screamed as her body gave in to what it wanted.

Saint consumed her, drinking every ounce she showered into his mouth. He kept on; even minutes after she had cum back to back, and ensured her body wouldn’t miss another opportunity at complete bliss.

Saint sat back up, wiped the side of his mouth with the back of his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, deliberating before he stood up and put his robe back on.

Xenia
was passed out. He leaned back over her, pinched her inner thighs in his usual fashion and kissed her stomach. Xenia stirred and slowly opened her eyes.

He stood back up and looked down at her briefly before turning and going towards the bedroom door.

“Wait,” she said as he tied his robe around his waist and gripped the door knob. “I want…the swing,” she said softly, longingly.

Saint thought about what he just heard. After a few seconds of silence, he walked to a hidden door in their bedroom wall. He pushed the silver, rectangular button next to it, punched in a three-digit code and stood back.

The door slid electronically to the right, exposing a shoe box shaped, black painted room full of shiny silver medieval looking toys and contraptions. Saint disappeared into the darkness, hit a switch inside the room that caused it to glow blood red, then strobe. He untied his robe, letting it fall to the ground, then spun around to adjust the hooks on a swing that hung from the ceiling with thick, steel cables and knots. He motioned to her to join him.

Xenia
rose from the bed and walked slowly into the room, a glow of anticipation spread across her face. He knew she hated herself for feeling so weak. Saint was the only man that made her crumble, sexually. The fact that she was in love with him also put a helpless, hurtful spin on the realities she grappled with since the day they separated. He’d felt every ounce of her pain.

Saint breathed deeply, shakily, and walked to the other side of the room, red, pulsating light bathing every inch of his chiseled body. The smell of new leather permeated the area, intoxicating him with the powerful sexual torture their mutual lust conjured. Saint hit a stereo button, and Faith Evans’ “I Love You” boomed through the bass amplified speakers.

Xenia
frowned. “Turn to something else. I know why you chose that song, you asshole.” She sucked her bottom lip.

Saint’s smile faded, replaced with seething rage that welled up from deep inside him. He knew what she was referring to. The night she conceived Dakarai, this same song was playing and brought her to tears as he whispered in her ear right after he ejaculated.

That’s it, baby,” he told her.

Saint held her trembling body while he continued to spill himself inside her. “It’s done…you’re pregnant again…we’re going to have another baby…and I’m sorry, it’s out of my control but I know you’ll be happy regardless, it’s another boy. I’m so happy. Thank you, my Goddess, for my second son.”

“That’s just what came on, Xenia. I didn’t select any song in particular.” Saint reeled in his anger and chose something else. Pretty Willie now sang “Touching It” as Saint gritted his teeth and walked over to Xenia.

He lifted her abruptly in his strong arms. Xenia’s head fell on his chest as he gently placed her in the leather covered swing with silver metal chains hanging from it. He felt a mixture of resentment and melancholy as he mourned what they used to have, and was no more.

He tied her in the seat, adjusting the leg and stomach straps. Toggling between hostility and calmness, he caught himself applying unneeded pressure to one of the holsters around her leg.

“Do you want your arms free or not?” he asked solemnly.

“Free,” Xenia answered quietly, the red strobe lights shining down onto her silken bare skin. He picked up the red and black candy ball strap and inserted it into her mouth, tying it securely on both sides.

The ball pushed her mouth open so all she could do was mumble. It forced her eyes and hands to have to do all the talking. Xenia whimpered, her pussy instantly growing wet against his hand when he touched her.

“Bend your head forward,” Saint demanded as he covered her eyes with the black blindfold.

Xenia
immediately did as she was told. Saint tied it securely and gently pushed her back flat onto the back of the swing. It swayed slowly, jeering off a bit more to the left than needed. He watched her swinging, with the music playing in the background; the scent of the leather and metal becoming warm awakened his senses once again.