by Jenesi Ash
He pressed his finger down on her mouth, circling her lips until they became rosy. Until her lips parted and his own mouth burned for her touch.
Amir trailed his finger on the interior of her lips, grazing his nail along her even white teeth. She instinctively pushed him out with her tongue.
“Don’t do that again,” Amir warned her as he dipped his finger in her mouth again. She must accept his touch and his domination over her.
Right now he would rather be rimming her lips with the head of his penis. He gritted his teeth as the image flashed across his mind while her hot, moist breath wrapped around his finger.
Amir reluctantly withdrew his hand from Noukrani’s mouth. He stroked her cheek with his hand, reveling in the soft heat. He cupped her other cheek with his other hand and roamed his finger across her face, leaving his fingerprints. His scent. His most basic claim.
Raking his hands through her glorious hair, his dark skin disappeared in the silky silver. Noukrani titled her head back and closed her eyes. A purr rumbled in her throat as his fingers traced the outline of her scalp.
Her expression was of hidden passion. So desperate not to show how she felt. How much she longed to beg.
“Open your eyes, Noukrani. I want you to watch your master claim you.”
Her eyes flickered open. The blue, usually startling, was clouded with a storm of conflicting emotions.
He untangled his hands from her long hair and smoothed his fingers across her shoulders. She immediately shrugged him off. Amir ran his hands down her arms. Up and down. Up and down. Rubbing away the patches of goosebumps, stoking the inner fire until her pale skin blushed.
Amir circled his fingers around her wrist. Her pulse galloped, the tender skin twitching under him.
He stepped behind her. Tension coiled her body. Her spine was ramrod straight. Amir saw her turn her head abruptly and stopped. She was determined not to show her vulnerability.
Amir brushed his fingers along her spine. She arched away. Amir curved his hand around her and splayed his fingers on her breastbone, teasing the slope of her breasts. Her heart leapt under his touch.
He stroked her spine and breastbone in unison. Slow and gentle. Fast and rough. Slow and rough until she shuddered and quivered, her spine bowing under his hand.
Amir stepped in front of her and returned his intense gaze on her flushed face. Her eyes glistened with lust. Her breasts heaved with every harsh gulp of air. Her nipples were tight and protruding.
Amir grasped the underside of her breasts. He wanted to nuzzle them and suck her nipples until they turned a purplish-red. The exact shade when Noukrani would scream with unabashed fervor for him to plunge into her.
Instead he lazily brushed his thumbs against her hardness. He felt anything but lazy. On fire. Tight. Ready to explode. He held himself in check as Noukrani moaned when her nipples tightened.
He plucked at her nipples, twisting them while listening to Noukrani’s breath hitch in her throat. He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Noukrani bit back her pleasurable sigh, catching her lip with her teeth.
Amir continued rolling her nipple as he stroked her stomach with the other hand. His fingers tripped down her ribs. He dipped his fingertip in her navel, filling it. Expanding it. Her muscles trembled around him. He wanted to spread her legs and drive into her. Feel her body accept and suck him in.
Noukrani thrust her pelvis against him. Amir was more than willing to oblige. He ignored the path he was taking and immediately cupped her sex.
She was so hot. So wet. He rubbed his hand against her swollen, engorged lips.
Noukrani shook. Her knees bent and she widened her unsteady stance.
Amir removed his hand from her nipple. She whimpered, closing her eyes and lightly tossing her head side to side.
Plunging his fingers into her, Noukrani gasped with satisfied delight. She bucked against his hand, wanting more. Wanting whatever he could give.
Amir clasped her hip. His hand skimmed the curve of her derriere. He dipped his finger along the crease.
Nourkani gasped, her body tightening. Her eyes blasted open as one of his hands teased her clitoris while the other taunted her puckered rosebud in the back. He silently met her blinking eyes, dipping his finger into the shadowy cleft.
Noukrani quivered. He could see the waves of pleasure sweeping her body. She grabbed his shoulders and burrowed her face into the crook of his neck. She was unable to withstand the sinful gratification on her own.
Someone knocked on the outer door. The noise ricocheted through the suite. ‘Room service,’ a male voice boomed out.
Noukrani jumped and bolted from Amir. She wrapped her arms around her body, flashing a panicked look at the door.
“Relax,” Amir said, wanting to tear the head off of the guy behind the door. He made his way out of the bedroom with some difficulty. His ravenous, penis made it impossible to walk. “It’s just breakfast. I’ll let you know when he’s gone.”
Noukrani looked down at her clothes. She made a grab for her dress.
“No clothes, Noukrani.” He fought his instinct to offer her clothes back.
She froze and gave him a horrified glance. “I can’t eat like this!”
“You can, and you will.” Amir closed the door behind him, wondering exactly who the punishment was designed for.
Chapter Six
“Do you like St. Louis?” Sahib asked as he laid the cloth napkin onto the polished breakfast table and reached for his teacup. The clink of china and silver scraped across Belinda’s nerve endings.
“Yes,” she bit out, tightening her arms across her breasts.
“Drop your arms,” Sahib commanded. “I forbid you to hide.”
She wanted to tell him to go to hell. Wanted to clamp her arms around her even tighter. But she needed to prove that she wasn’t hiding. If she could do that, he wouldn’t delve so deeply for the answers.
Belinda slowly released her arms and let them drop from her breasts. She purposefully placed her hands on each armrest and cupped the edges. Leaning back in her chair, she winced as the needlepoint scratched the spot between her shoulder blades. Her buttocks prickled with awareness from the rough cushion while her knees flinched every time they brushed against the tablecloth.
She wondered if she stumbled into some weird European art film. She couldn’t believe Sahib could conduct idle chitchat while dining with a naked woman. A naked woman who wore a priceless gold necklace. Who knows, maybe this was a routine situation for him.
“What made you choose it?” Sahib picked up the folded newspaper and scanned the headlines.
“It was far awa—” she bit her lip and looked down at her untouched meal.
Sahib glanced above the paper. “Far away from me?” he helpfully supplied.
She inhaled sharply. “From my former life.”
“Why?”
She shrugged, uncomfortably aware that every movement made her cleavage deeper. “I needed a change.”
“In every aspect of your life?”
She looked away and studied the drawn curtains. “All the aspects are related.”
Sahib nodded his head in silent agreement and went back to reading the paper.
Belinda had enough. She could feel a scream building inside, ready to burst out of her body. “I feel ridiculous without my clothes.”
“Why? I’ve seen you naked.” He placed the newspaper back on the table.
“That was different.” Her voice shook with exasperation. “We were usually in a hot session at the time. And you were naked as well.”
“Is that what you prefer? Would you like me to strip and take you?”
Her mouth drew into a straight line. “No. And when do I get my clothes back?”
“When you no longer feel the need to hide.”
“I don’t feel the need.”
“You keep trying to cover yourself up, you’re looking everywhere but at me, and you can’t talk about anything that isn’t sup
erficial.”
“It’s difficult to have a deep, meaningful conversation while naked.”
“No, it’s not. We had quite a few in the past.” The harsh lines in his face softened. Belinda knew he was remembering their pillow talk. She cherished the moments when they shared their thoughts and dreams.
But those moments were as dangerous as they were treasured. She revealed more than what she wanted. During her unguarded moments she revealed her insecurities and past failures. She showed what was important to her, thereby making herself vulnerable.
Belinda knew she had to get him off the topic before he remembered some of her dreams. “You know, if I had an inkling what your plans were for this weekend, I wouldn’t have accepted the invitation.”
Sahib leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. “Now I’m intrigued. What did you think my plans were?”
She scooted her chair back an inch. “A few scenes.”
“What?” His forehead crinkled with disbelief. “For old time’s sake? You don’t know me very well, Noukrani.”
She rolled her eyes. “And you know me so well?”
“Yes, I do.”
The simple certainty in his voice rattled her. She felt at a disadvantage and immediately went on the defensive. “If that’s the case, then tell me your theory about my disappearance.”
Her mouth clipped shut. She sat in frozen shock as her words reverberated in her head. How could she be so stupid? Belinda wanted to run and lock herself far away from Sahib. Instead she was motionless, feeling horribly exposed as he slowly set his teacup onto the table and studied her intently.
“You are an adventurous woman,” he finally said. “You will accept any professional challenge and experiment with sex. But there is one thing you can’t try. You wouldn’t dare show your emotions. You won’t reveal your soul to anyone.”
Belinda scoffed while fear sizzled her stomach. He knew. He knew and he was using his knowledge to his advantage. “That is not true.”
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.” He tilted his head to one side. “Do you remember our last time together before you left?”
She frowned at the change of topic. She felt off balance, a dangerous place when dealing with Sahib. “What about it?”
“You showed more than you cared to.”
“Nonsense.” Her off-hand comment sounded wheezy to her ears. “Is this your way of saying it was good for you, too?”
He smiled, something he didn’t do often, and she decided it was a good thing. Her heart clenched as his eyes shone with amusement.
“Did you have a problem with that particular theme?” Sahib asked.
“No, of course not.”
“Good.” He rose from the table. “Then we will do the scene again.”
She drew away from him. “I can’t remember it.”
“Not a problem,” he answered as he offered his hand. “I’ve replayed it in my mind every night since you left. I remember it exactly.”
Belinda ignored his assistance.
“Of course, if you prefer, you can tell me why the last scene bothered you. That wouldn’t be my first preference, but…”
Belinda stood abruptly, knocking her chair down. “I don’t know why you have it in your head that I was bothered. If it means going through the motions again, so be it.”
“Fine by me.” Sahib hooked his arm around her waist. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. She tried to shake it off. Belinda knew what to expect, so why the low pulsing sensation deep in her womb? She shouldn’t be looking forward to it.
He swept the thick curtain with a determined hand, exposing the ceiling to floor window. The morning light blazed through. Belinda blinked and shielded her eyes as the downtown buildings reflected the sun.
“Walk up to the window and press your hands against the glass.”
Belinda frowned at the windowpane. The last one hid her from the waist down. “It doesn’t look safe.”
“It’s safe. I promise.”
She slowly reached out to the window. The glass was surprisingly warm. Her hand curled and she rested her knuckles against the thick pane.
It’s Sunday, she reminded herself. No one is out there looking in. They can’t look in anyway. The windows are probably tinted.
Belinda curled her other hand against the window and stepped closer. Sahib hands closed over hers. His mouth brushed the crown of her head.
He trailed his lips down the side of her face, grazing across her jaw before seeking her mouth. She eagerly opened for his kiss. He claimed her until she was weak and breathless, resting her head against his shoulder.
Sahib slid his mouth down her throat, his hot breath fogging the gold necklace. Belinda pressed her forehead against the window, squinting her eyes closed.
I really don’t want to know if someone can see me. The images were blurry as she opened her eyes just a slit. If someone saw her naked, she would just die. And yet, the idea of being seen made her wet. It made her heart jump against her breastbone.
It wasn’t just about being seen naked. It was being seen as Sahib touched her. Having someone watching her expressions and reading the emotions behind it.
She gasped, her eyes widening as Sahib tweaked her nipples with rough fingers. Her hands flattened and slid, smudging the glass.
“Sahib!” She arched her spine away from his chest, thrusting into his hands. She frantically scanned the dark windows across from her.
“Yes, Noukrani?” he whispered in her ear, capturing the lobe between his teeth. “Tell me what you want.”
Deep in her psyche, she knew she should beg for something traditional like making love in a bed. Sahib would refuse, of course, wanting to break down her need for convention. But she didn’t want to risk it. What if he took her to the bed as some twisted sense of retaliation?
She didn’t want that. Belinda felt wild and wicked against the window. Freedom unfurled from her chest as she glanced at the ground below. No one could see her, so her reactions held no consequences. She could open herself wide in front of the indifferent world and accept Sahib deep within. Show her love through the window without letting Sahib see.
“Tell me what you want, Noukrani.” He lapped her ear with his tongue. Shivers danced down her neck and sprinkled across her shoulders. His breath billowed across her cheek like steam.
His hands roughly kneaded her breasts, leaving red streaks on her pale skin and a dull, insistent ache between her thighs. “I want you in me.” Her voice was hoarse and throaty. “I need all of you in me, Sahib.”
Sahib’s groan rumbled through his chest. He rubbed his hardening penis against her, cushioning it between her buttocks, stretching the ultra-sensitized rosebud. His belt buckle bit into her back. Anticipation scattered across the back of her knees and radiated up her legs.
His hands speared through her dewy curls and swollen vulva lips. “Damn, you’re wet,” he said against her necklace. He burrowed his finger into her opening. The sound of skin sliding against wet skin filled the air. “So ready. So hot and wet.”
“Take me.” Take me. Make me yours. Make me a part of you. She whimpered as he slid his finger in her. “Just take me, Sahib.”
He rubbed her inner folds while tugging his trousers open, driving his finger into her center with rough, hurried strokes. She felt the stir of his clothing and then the heat of his skin.
Sahib grabbed her hips with both hands. She swayed her back and pressed her breasts against the window. Her nipples stuck to the glass. Every move brought of twinge of discomfort.
Doubt fanned her mind. She wasn’t so sure about being against the window. She didn’t think she could confine her responses to the unseeing outside world. It felt different this time. More important. More intense.
Her breath caught in her throat as Sahib pressed the rounded tip against her core and her muscles insatiably sucked him. Sahib hissed through clenched teeth as his penis tunneled into her hot clasping channel. She groaned as he plow
ed into her eager flesh. His restrained shout vibrated through her back to her chest.
Belinda’s nails scraped the glass, the shrieking rendering the air. She rocked against Sahib’s length. Rode his penis as he rutted with sharp, fierce jabs. The molten friction seeped through her quaking muscles, the primal mating feeding her most base, most coarse desires. Her body grabbed and clung to him, sealing, fusing them as one.
“Sahib, I—I,” She choked back the words, the begging not to let go. To hold on tight. Forever. She couldn’t voice it and expose herself to a danger she wasn’t capable of withstanding. She could only spread her legs further apart and accept every thick, pulsing inch of Sahib until it felt like it thrashed in her stomach. And then she shimmered against the cradle of his pelvis and accepted more.
Belinda pressed her hot face against the unyielding glass, offering the sun a glimpse of how Sahib’s touch ruled her, how he surged through her body, storming past her flimsy defenses and captured her heart and soul.
Sahib’s raw kisses slicked across her shoulder blades. Her body tightened into a coil that grew smaller and smaller, spiraling to her molten core. She was going to explode.
Belinda trembled, her legs spasmed. The powerful energy swirling inside her was frightening. A power greater than herself. She was going to burst into fragments, but she was too weak to put herself back.
Sahib angled his arm across her chest like a sash, anchoring her to him. His heat, his strength excited and empowered her. She knew he would let her soar to sun and land without crashing and burning.
Belinda was caught unaware as Sahib pressed his thumb against the nub hidden behind her fragrant wet thatch. She pressed her open mouth against the glass as the tight coil snapped. Fire splintered outward, robbing her of her breath as she silently screamed Sahib’s name.
A kaleidoscope of vibrant colors scorched her mind as the white-hot energy ripped through her body, branding every fiber in its wake. Her climax triggered Sahib’s. His choppy, unrefined thrusts bumped and knocked her against the window, bruising her tender skin. She opened her eyes, squinting from the brilliant sun as she braced her forearms against the pane.