by Alam, Donna
‘Ah, well. We spoke about it.’ There’s a strange lilt to his voice. Sounds like trouble. ‘We won’t have any ongoing issues on that score.’
‘But my visa? Is he going to fix it?’
‘I have people working on it already. It’s complicated, and but for our marriage, you’d have been on the first plane back to Brisbane.’
I push my palms against the hardness of his chest and step away. ‘This money he offered me to leave, he thought he’d won, so he screwed—’ Kai’s brows pull together ‘—I mean he double crossed me, didn’t he?’
‘Why, have you changed your mind?’ If possible, his brow furrows further, his gaze hardening.
‘It’s just another demonstration of how untrustworthy he is. He stitched me up, didn’t he?’ Promised me money to leave, not that I’d wanted it, or that I’d even have taken it, but it just goes to show what a ratbag he is.
‘It’s in your local bank account. In dirhams.’ Kai’s tone is arctic.
‘Oh.’ Oh, shit.
‘You get to keep it now, obviously.’
‘I don’t fucking want it!’ I yell, twisting from his grasp as his hand clasps my wrists.
‘Give it to a charity, but it’s yours, nonetheless. He’ll pay for hurting you.’
‘It’s a drop in the ocean to him,’ I spit viciously.
‘It is,’ he agrees. ‘But I’m not yet done.’
His fingers uncurl, releasing me, but I don’t want to leave. Not yet. I also don’t want to admit this. Compromising, I perch my butt on the side of the bath. I’m so tired of all this bullshit, but I suppose if I’m honest, I’d hoped Kai would’ve found it to be all Faris’ fault. Maybe then I’d never have to see him again.
‘Sweetheart, this isn’t how I planned for our future to begin; our first day back. Please, let’s not fight. I have to leave in a few hours, and believe me, it’s not by choice. But I must.’
‘I know,’ I mumble, holding out my hand to him. He takes it, lowering himself beside me and I rest my head on his arm. ‘You’re wasting water,’ I say referring to the still-running shower.
‘We could get in?’
‘You just want to see my boobs.’
‘And if I said I did . . .’
His words are left in the air as I stand and slip the shirt from my arms. Turning to look over my shoulder, I tell him if he loses the shorts, he can even help wash them.
There’s something about kissing . . . something sort of mysterious. An unthinking symbiosis where lips meet. Soft, like petals rubbing, each not wanting to bruise the delicate bloom, each keeping pace, almost like it’s been choreographed.
Until it peaks.
Things get frantic for a moment, mouths and teeth clashing, hands grasping as though to overpower, to conquer, to crush.
Water falls in a torrent around us, Kai’s body shielding me from the brunt of its force. My fingers are tight on his arse as his cock strains between us.
‘Not in here,’ Kai gasps, as I wriggle against him, trying to work him lower. I’m impatient and feeling a bit desperate. I’ve heard of spoiled orgasms, and while I’m pretty sure this isn’t one, so far this morning we’ve already buggered this up once.
I need him inside me. Stat.
‘What happened to making me sore,’ I tease. ‘Though I have heard water can do that to you.’ Create drag. My words end in a giggle. God, I kill sexy. And not in a good way.
The noise from his chest sounds more derisive than amused as he half turns to stem the flow. Turning back, he pulls me from the glass enclosure.
‘I’d say that all depends on what you use for lubrication.’ He throws me the tiniest towel, and it lands against my head. As I peel it back, the first thing I see is his smirk. The second is how he’s holding himself in his hand. Stroking, once . . . twice. Running his fingers over the tight head.
My hand reaches out unbidden as I stare at the one thing guaranteed to make me wet.
‘No touching. Not yet.’ His voice is like a warm caress as he takes my hand, leading me from the bathroom. ‘Go lay on the bed.’
Not that I’m eager or anything, but I’m probably there before the words are even out of his mouth.
‘Keep still.’ His voice is a low growl, almost a warning.
My fingers still from tapping nervously on the bedding as he towers over me, his nakedness, his rock-hard cock and abs making it difficult to concentrate.
‘I’m going to be gone for a while.’ His voice is almost a whisper—and without a hint of apology—his gaze intent on my own. ‘So I’m going to need you to do a few things for me.’ Somehow I can tell it isn’t laundry. ‘Take care of a few things for me.’
His tone drips with innuendo and I can’t help the wide smile I find I’m suddenly wearing. Without really thinking about it, my hand creeps over my hip, fingers inching lower still.
‘Oh, kitty-kat, I didn’t mean that,’ he adds, part tease, part reprimand as his liquor-lustre blaze stares down. ‘In fact, I meant quite the opposite.’
‘What—’ I begin when he turns and walks away.
Balanced on my elbows, I’m confused. Even more so as he opens a drawer. Coming back to the bed he has something black and lacy hanging from one crooked index finger.
‘Recognise these?’
‘They’re mine!’ Black lacy knickers, last seen on the floor after my first night with Kai. He’d said they hadn’t returned from the laundry service the next day, replacing them with expensive lingerie. Come to think of it, he also tied my hands together with them not long after that, holding me up against the door. I’d never seen them again after that. ‘You’re a dirty knicker thief.’
Funny how this sounds more like an encouragement than a reprimand.
His lips curl into a smile that could only be described as wicked.
‘Guilty as charged, for being dirty, at least.’ With this, he throws the scrap of underwear onto the bed. ‘But you knew that before you married me. Put them on.’
What? ‘Hang on, I thought we—’
‘Put them on, habibti,’ he purrs dangerously.
Why the hell am I covering the place I need him to fill? Seems redundant. Unfair, ffs! With a small huff, I wiggle my feet into the legs, shimmying the material up my hips, snapping the elastic against my skin once it’s in place.
‘There. Satisfied?’
‘Not yet, but I have high hopes.’ One knee hits the bed.
‘Why? What have you got planned?’ I ask, my hands feeding themselves above my head. Kai doesn’t miss my movements, smiling like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
‘That would be telling.’ He trails his fingers down the sensitive underside of my arm, causing me to shiver deliciously. ‘Maybe I don’t want you to know quite yet.’
If I wasn’t shivering before, I certainly am now. Those tantalising words hang in the air as he slides his body along mine. His erection presses into my thigh.
‘I’m going to miss you so much. I’ll be gone when you wake.’
‘Suppose you better make it up to me now, then,’ I say seductively. Hopefully.
His soft chuckle brushes air across my breast, my nipple standing taut, begging for his touch.
‘Have you ever had phone sex?’ he asks, as his lips lower to my chest.
‘You haven’t gone yet.’ I begin to giggle, my mind filled with the ridiculous—not that I’m unfamiliar with the concept—but an image flashes behind my eyes of me using my phone on vibrate.
‘Answer the question.’ One hand feeds upwards to hold mine, the other skims my waist as he teasingly dips his head again.
‘No,’ I confirm, my giggles halting as I gasp when his tongue darts out, wet and warm, against my pebbled flesh. ‘I haven’t,’ I rasp, my nipple now caught between his teeth. The teeth tighten.
‘Why?’ he demands after releasing and licking the pinched flesh. ‘And open your eyes. You know you like to watch.’
I blink my eyes, not realising I had closed them; a blush
crawling up my chest a moment later. Because he’s quite correct. Closing them was more a sensory thing.
‘J-just never happened. Never seemed like much of a point.’
‘Anticipation, kitten.’ His teeth trail my jaw, lips feathering the side of my mouth. ‘It’s sweetness and it’s pain. Those moments when we’re apart, separated by continents, with only the echoes of touch for company.’ He kisses me then, all warm soft lips, but it’s all too brief before breaking contact to slide his hips between my legs. ‘In that moment, we’ll be together, recalling biting kisses.’ He follows his words with the same. ‘Sharp gasps.’ I do just that as he rocks his pelvis into me.
‘Oh god.’ I tilt my hips, moving my legs wider as though I could draw him in, my insides now a liquid heat.
‘So we’ll talk. Daily. And then you’ll do as I ask,’ he says softly. Affirmatively.
‘I will?’ Oh god, I will.
‘When I tell you to touch yourself, you’ll do it. Your hand will be mine.’
‘Touching,’ I repeat, not making much sense as I become a molten puddle on the bed.
‘You’ll be on one side of the world, and I’ll be on the other. This will be our connection.’
‘Each with our hands down our pants.’
His head nods against mine, his tongue working its magic against that most tender place where shoulder and neck join.
‘So you’ll be touching yourself, too?’ I ask a little breathlessly
‘Maybe. Maybe you’ll have to watch to find out.’ My heart stills at the prospect: Kai with his cock in his hand. Heaven.
‘I thought we were doing this by phone?’ I whisper.
‘Does it matter?’ he asks, pressing himself into my centre again.
‘No,’ I whisper, flexing back against him. ‘I can do that.’
‘I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.’ He kisses me fully then, his weight a delicious pressure between my legs. Tongues tangle and teeth graze as Kai slides both hands up my body, slipping my hands into his. ‘You’ll mean well, but I doubt your commitment.’
‘Commitment?’ I repeat. The slight questioning inflection is by accident. Right now, all I care about is getting him inside me.
‘Mm-hm.’ I feel the vibration of this rather than actually hear. ‘Because you’re all about the moment. Instant gratification.’
He rocks his hips and I moan, biting my lip, desperate not to beg. As I look up into his face, the bastard is smiling.
‘See what I mean? Those moments, they’ll scratch the itch, but they won’t be enough. And you’ll be desperate for more.’
‘Doesn’t that work both ways?’ I whisper breathlessly.
‘Kitten, remember. I want to be the source of all of your pleasure.’
‘And my pain.’ I’d been so turned on when he’d told me; when he’d began to help me see any act of sexual submission to him as an act of will, not an escape from it.
‘Sensual pain. And that’s how this will be. I’ll give you your pleasure—’
‘Or you’ll take it away.’
‘My darling girl.’ He looks down at me as though I’ve just said something adorably cute. ‘I knew you’d understand.’
Understand?
‘So you’ll . . .’ Stop me from, you know?
‘I’ll decide how you come. And when.’ Like usual, then.
‘I’m not—what happens if—’
‘You’ll be punished.’ This he says with a wicked gleam and another flex of his hips. ‘I’m rock hard just imagining it. You’ll be so desperate; swollen lips, your clit shiny and fat, and desperate for my tongue.’
‘How will you tell?’ I rasp, beginning to writhe under him. The imagery, his voice, his words, hell, his command, pushing all my buttons at once. If I could only just get him to move a little, he’d be rubbing against one button in particular . . .
‘Because you’ll show me. As your nails scrape the sheets in absolute desperation, you’ll spread yourself for me, desperate to share. Begging me for relief.’
An uncomfortable thought suddenly occurs.
‘Is that why I’m wearing underwear?’ I almost whine.
Please, please, please don’t let this be starting right now.
‘No.’
‘Oh.’ Oh?
‘You’ll crave me.’ It isn’t a question he breathes into my ear, which it just as well, as I couldn’t answer it anyway. Not verbally, at least.
Kai slides one hand down my body, beginning to tease the elastic at my hip. In the absence of words, of thought, I nod, which seems affirmation enough as he moves his hand between us, sliding under the elastic.
‘Oh god,’ I call out, my body surging upwards, pressing into the palm of his hand as his fingers seek entrance between my lips. Teasing, swiping his fingers back and forth, and spreading my wetness against the black lace.
‘You’re so sweet.’ His words are a strained groan. ‘I can smell how much you want this.’
Fuck a duck; that’s so dirty and yet so sexy to hear. Conflicted, I begin to twist under him, trying desperately to hide my blush, desperate for him.
‘You’re so fucking wet and needy. And I want you.’
‘Yess,’ I hiss, pushing into him again.
‘Tell me you need me.’
‘I do.’ Two tiny words, barely a breath.
‘Tell me who this belongs to,’ he demands, two fingers sliding the length of me.
‘You,’ I rasp, my hands beginning to thrash against the bed. ‘Yours.’
‘What’s mine, kitten?’
‘I am,’ I repeat, rising higher, desperate to be filled. By his fingers. By his cock.
‘What about this?’ Those two fingers dip into me, but not enough. I hear a sound leave my mouth; almost a keening as he continues. ‘Tell me this is mine.’
‘It is.’
‘Tell me,’ he demands. Yes, it’s a demand, and his eyes burn like molten amber, but there’s that almost ever-present hint of amusement lurking in his tone. He wants to embarrass me, push my boundaries. Make me blush. ‘I want to hear you say the words.’
‘It’s yours, Kai,’ I pant, almost lost to my sense of shame or embarrassment. There’s just my want and need of him. ‘My-my—’ Sex? Slit? Vag? ‘—my pussy is yours.’
‘That’s right, kitten,’ he says, his sinful smile free.
Removing his hand, my knicker elastic hits my skin with a slight snap. My legs stiffen and my jaw is clenched; at this glacial pace, we’ll both be rubbed raw before we get to finish. He flexes into me again, hard and undulating above me, exposing the delicious column of his neck, and all I can think is I want to place my mouth there, my teeth.
‘This pussy is mine,’ he growls above me. ‘And I’m going to eat it.’ With this, he slides his body down, until he’s there, between my legs.
‘Oh my god.’
My breath halts as he moves my underwear aside, his fingers dipping into my wetness and parting me. His mouth is like an arrow, and my centre its bullseye; one brush of his tongue against the swollen point of my clit and I’m ready to come undone, almost immediately.
But that would be too easy. For Kai, anyway.
His soft lips and tongue work me slowly, his licks and kisses drawing my climax closer, only to move back again, like waves not quite hitting the shore as he slows his pace.
I’m left almost breathless. Desperate. Moaning for more.
Soft words blow over my heated centre as he whispers how good I look, splayed out, all twisted with need. How delicious I taste. How he can’t wait for me to come on his tongue.
‘Please, Kai.’ I beg. I plead as his mouth now teases with purpose, with fervour, until I feel I’m fit to bleed from all the layers of sensations; soft lips and kisses, the abrasion of nipping teeth and stubble on sensitive skin. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going, quite literally.
Until I do.
‘Please, please, please.’ Like an unholy litany, I chant. ‘Just fuck me, please.’
Th
en he’s there, over me, but not within. Black lace back between my legs, his cock rubbing and sliding against the fabric covering my wet length as I come.
‘Get on your knees,’ he rasps as I begin to still, externally anyway, my insides continuing to pulse emptily. ‘Pull down your underwear. Now,’ he adds, as I just stare up at him.
As I process his words, I scramble up onto my knees to do just that, all fingers and clumsy thumbs. Rolling to the side, he props his head on one hand to watch. My crotch level with his head, I’ve pulled my knickers down as far as mid-thigh when he stills me with a hand on my hip. His golden eyes are focused between my legs, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
‘What is it?’ I ask, threading my hands into his hair.
He doesn’t speak. Instead, he pulls me down by my waist, pulling me to him as he lies back on the bed. His kiss is deep and hungry, my face now tight in his hands.
‘I’m going to miss you,’ he says eventually, his voice so soft.
I scarcely have time to answer before he lifts me, pushing my knickers off the rest of the way. Kai slides my legs wide as he lifts me to straddle him, my hand slipping between our bodies to direct my descent. His eyes close as my body accepts him, and as he fills me, my moan is long and soft, as though the presence of him inside has expelled all the air from my chest. His hands against my hips, he’s completely still, his expression one of agony and ecstasy; a look that’s almost bittersweet.
I shift against him, the tiniest of motions, and Kai exhales a strained groan. He uses his hands to lift me, his hips rising from the bed to meet my descent, and as my breath catches on that first thrust, Kai pulls me to his mouth, devouring and inhaling, feeding me back my breath from his.
The pace changes again, a moment of hard gasps and thrusts, of ragged and violent collisions as Kai pushes my chest from his, his fingers tight on my hips as he impales me again and again. It’s hard, fast and punishing. It’s fucking great.
‘Don’t,’ I pant. I can’t catch my breath to get the rest out. Don’t stop.
‘Don’t,’ he repeats, his expression tight, his voice a dangerous growl. ‘Are you telling me how I can use my cunt?’
Talk about upping the ante. I close my eyes as though he can see how this one tiny word, bundled in his hard consonants, blooms inside me.