Sive

by Daniela Jackson

  My hand rises and the plastic bag sways in my grip. “Llu-nch.”

  “For me?”

  “Ffor evv-ry—“

  “For everybody?”

  I bob my head several times.

  “You are a real treasure.” Zane takes the bag from my hand and steps forward, lessening the distance between us. “Do you need anything, sweetheart?”

  Of course, I do. A laptop and a camera would make my existence much easier, but I can’t ask him for such an expensive favour. It would be too much.

  “Sive, what do you need?” Zane insists. “I want to do something for you. Don’t be shy. Just ask.”

  Fuck it. I need to start earning money so I can move out of Axel’s house.

  “A lap-top. A ca-me-rra,” I say.

  “Anything else?”

  I shake my head.

  “I will bring them tonight, but you have to kiss me in return,” Zane says and narrows his eyes. “Deal?”

  I step back with my arms elevated. My heart skips a beat.

  “A kiss,” Zane teases. “It’s a fair deal.”

  I bob my head at him, step forward and lean towards him, rising on my tiptoes. It’s fair enough. Well, it isn’t. The price for his favour is laughably low.

  He bends his neck forward and his lips touch mine. It’s delicate like a spring breeze; like he doesn’t want to scare me and I think I would want more of that delicate kissing. With him, it feels so safe. Axel is wild and dangerous, completely unpredictable to be honest. And he doesn’t want me.

  Zane seems to be an honest man and is treating me with respect. I like him.

  I step back and drop my head.

  “Can you teach me sign language?” Zane asks.

  I raise my head and smile at him.

  “How do you sign ‘yes’?” Zane asks.

  I lift my hand, roll my fingers and flex my wrist.

  “How do you sign ‘I like you’?” Zane questions.

  I show him a sequence of gestures and he repeats after me with the bag hanging over his wrist which makes me giggle.

  “How do you sign ‘I’m in love with you’?”

  Chapter 11

  Axel

  I can hear Zane saying ‘I’m in love with you’ and fury spreads in my veins. Sive giggles and clenches her hands in front of her stomach.

  I’ve heard the whole conversation, but now it’s going too far. My brother is stealing Sive from me and I can’t let this happen. She is mine. If I can’t kiss her, nobody else will kiss her either.

  I approach them and rub my palms against my jeans. “Get back to work Zane. We have a tight schedule.”

  “Sive has cooked lunch for us.” He raises his hand holding a white plastic bag.

  “I heard.” I send him a warning glance and he walks off.

  Sive’s expression darkens as her forehead wrinkles. She seems to feel uncomfortable around me, and I don’t blame her.

  “Thank you for the lunch, Sive.”

  She nods at me and delicate pink paints her cheeks.

  I have to ask her for one to one lessons so I can learn that fucking sign language too. It would make the things between us much easier.

  “What are you going to do in the afternoon?” I ask.

  “Bu-sy.”

  “With what?”

  “Mi-nne, A-xel.”

  Fuck. She’s just cut herself off from me. It’s something new to me that a woman isn’t seeking my attention despite my horrible behaviour. That a woman has respect for herself. It’s a challenge for me.

  She backs up and goes towards the exit as I follow her. “Sive, wait.”

  She stops and turns around to face me.

  “Do you need anything from the shop?” I ask.

  “Nno.”

  “I will buy that laptop and camera for you. Why do you need them anyway?”

  She growls, raises her hands and gestures at me. Her moves are frantic like she is furious and I’m sure she is sending swear words in sign language towards me. Her face frowns with emotions and her whole body dances ardently. The blood in my veins starts to boil. There is wild passion inside her and I want to taste it now. I want to tame it.

  I step forward and shoot my arms towards her, grasping her waist. She growls as I pull her to me, grip the back of her head and crush her lips with mine. The boys whistle behind me but I don’t care. Only Sive’s lips matter to me at the moment. She wiggles like a wild animal in my arms and tries to avert her face but I don’t allow her to. My palm holds her head in place as my arm entwines her chest like a noose of rope. She’s helpless against my strength. I love that feeling.

  Sive holds her lips tightly together, but my thumb presses against her chin and I open her mouth for me. My tongue thrusts in and strokes hers.

  Fuck. It’s like in one moment everything changes. Like I die and I’m reborn the next instant.

  I want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bedroom. I want her like mad and I can’t fight it any longer. The only problem is that Sive doesn’t want the same. Her fists dig into my chest and she wiggles to free herself from my embrace.

  I pull away from her but my hands are still on her waist as she catches a rapid breath. Tears roll down her cheeks. The black smudges of grease mark her skin and dress.

  It seems like I’m no better than that sick fuck she escaped from.

  “Go to the house,” I say with a high-pitched crackle.

  She turns back and runs away.

  Dash stands beside me. “Who of you is fucking her, Zane or you?”

  “Nobody.”

  “Can I fuck her then?”

  “Get back to work, Dash.”

  I shove his back and bend under the hood of a car but I can’t focus on anything so I go to the office instead and eat the bun Sive prepared for me. It’s delicious. I could get used to having her around me. A beautiful and sweet woman cooking lunch for me, spreading her legs for me at night. Definitely, I could get used to that.

  I resume my work but my head is as though a piece of sponge has replaced my brain.

  “Zane,” I rumble.

  My brother approaches me, rubbing his dirty hands against his chest.

  “I have to go somewhere,” I say. “Take over from me.”

  “We have a tight schedule. I have my own job to do.”

  “I have to buy that laptop and camera for Sive.”

  “She asked me.” Zane is furious but doesn’t let his emotions pour out of him.

  “You better don’t talk to her again. It’s not the girl for you. You can’t play your tricks on her.”

  “I’m not playing any tricks on Sive,” he snaps.

  “I heard you. She may take you seriously.”

  “I was serious.”

  I step back as the meaning of his statement tears its way to my head. He is in love with Sive. My Sive. A possessive animal awakes within me.

  The only reason we haven’t clashed yet is that he’s struggling with being loyal to me. I think it’s only a matter of time when he chooses her not me.

  “She is mine, Zane. I mean it. Mine.”

  “Yours? For how long, Axel? One night? Two nights? You are taking advantage of her.”

  “My bed is none of your fucking business. Stay away from Sive. I’m warning you for the last time.”

  “You can’t decide for her, Axel.”

  “I’m looking after her and I will decide for her.”

  “You are sick, man.”

  Maybe I am. Sive did something to me, and I’m behaving like an irrational starving animal.

  I look around. Dash and Gunner are staring at us like we are on a fucking circus arena and an electrified silence layers the garage.

  I rush towards my small office behind the glass door to take my t-shirt and wallet.

  “What are you waiting for?” I growl as I walk to the main exit.

  The trip to the town centre takes me fifty minutes.

  With the laptop under my arm and the camera in my
hand, I enter my house and remove my boots, then climb upstairs.

  The door of my bedroom is closed so I knock on it and pull it open. Sive is sitting in the middle of the bed with her knees bent and a pencil in her hand. A sketchbook leans against her thighs and sheets of white paper are scattered around her. As I move closer, I notice that they are drawings.

  Sive starts picking them up and glances at me like she is a startled bird.

  “Can I look at them?” I ask and place the laptop and camera on the puffa stool at the foot of the bed.

  “Mi-nne.” A flush pours onto her cheeks.

  “I know they are yours. I just want to look at them.”

  I can be a stubborn prick when I want something badly. And I want Sive badly.

  She crawls out of the bed with the drawings in her hand and stands beside me, showing me her work.

  “What is it?” I ask as my eyes flick over a creature with dragonfly wings.

  “A fai-ry.” She puts the drawing under the pile, showing me another creature.

  “Another fairy?”

  Sive chuckles and we look at the third drawing. It’s an angel, kneeling on one knee and leaning against his sword. He has my face, two wings and wears my cut. My glance meets Sive’s and her face tenses as her cheeks burn with dark red.

  “That’s really good,” I say.

  It hits me like a hammer how Sive perceives me. I’m an angel to her, a saviour. That’s unexpected but tells me a lot about her. Us.

  She shows me another drawing. It’s Zane. I’m not surprised who he is, at all. He’s a knight. There is also Ma and she’s a priestess or something.

  “Do you sell them?” I ask.

  Sive gasps like only she can gasp and bobs her head at me.

  “How much per drawing?” I question.

  She shows me her thumb.

  “One hundred?”

  Sive giggles. “Onne.”

  “You must be joking. They are worth much more. How much do you earn a month?”

  She raises her palms and shows me twenty-five with her fingers. That’s a pretty rubbish income.

  “I have an idea,” I say and take the drawing representing Zane, Ma and me, placing them on the bedside table. “I’m having a few drinks with the boys tonight in Blaze’s bar. I will take those drawings with me and ask Blaze whether he will be happy to buy them from you and hang them in his bar.”

  Sive squeaks like a little happy mouse and climbs onto the bed. I’m disappointed that she doesn’t want to kiss me or something. No—

  I’m fucking furious that she is not rubbing her body against mine. My eyes travel to the armchair where the unpacked stockings lie on the pile of clothes. She could put those stockings on and thank me properly for the stuff I bought for her.

  “Are you mad with me, Sive?”

  She sits on her heels and averts her face.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, ya know.”

  She crosses her arms over her breasts and looks to the side. He body freezes like she is a marble sculpture. It drives me fucking mad. My dick grows hard.

  “I’m hungry,” I growl. “Make me a sandwich or something.” It’s her responsibility now.

  Be around me. Don’t cut yourself off from me.

  Sive jumps out of the bed and passes me. I grab her arm and hold her in place as her face winces in pain.

  “I will take a shower now. When I finish, I want to see those stockings I bought for you on your legs. Understood?”

  I’m insane. My dick is so hard that it aches. Sive sighs and pulls back but I clutch her other arm. My palm travels to her head and I wind her hair around my fist then hold her hand, guiding it to touch my hard on. My mouth brushes her ear. Sive’s palm trembles against the bulge in my trousers like she’s repulsed by me. I’m pure rage and pure hunger. Nothing more.

  “Put those fucking stockings on,” I say and the tip of my tongue traces her ear.

  She smells of shower gel and her hair is still damp, but I feel no remorse about leaving the greasy marks on her skin again. She could take a shower with me.

  No—

  I want her in the stockings.

  I free her from my grip and back up. She freezes with her palms facing the ceiling and her lips forming ‘o’. With her lips pleading me to drive my cock into that sensual mouth of hers. I wink at her as I move back and go to the bathroom.

  Chapter 12

  Axel

  I step out of the bathroom and go to the kitchen. Sive is standing at the kitchen worktop. She’s preparing a sandwich for me. She has put the stockings on but hasn’t peeled off her dress. I wasn’t precise enough. She looks over her shoulder and her eyes flick over my bare chest and jeans then drop to my naked feet.

  I stride over towards her and she cringes into herself as my arms envelop her and my hands gather up her dress. I pull it over her head and toss it onto the floor.

  Fuck, I’m embracing an every man’s fantasy. The underwear Wendy chose for her enhances her perfect curves and she looks like one fucking hundred percent of femininity. The stockings have been made for her slim legs.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I rasp into her ear.

  It’s true. Sort of. I want to drive my cock so deep into her pussy that it will force whimpers from her beautiful mouth.

  “A-xel,” she hums.

  Her hands clutch the worktop as her back rests against my chest.

  I can feel her rapid heartbeat under my wrist. Her chest rises and falls in an ardent effort.

  “Hy-po-crite.”

  “Maybe,” I say and plant an open mouth kiss on her neck. “You want me, Sive, don’t you?”

  She gasps in her unique tempting way.

  “I want you,” I say. “I want you so badly that if you don’t let me touch you now I will kill someone.”

  Sive chuckles. “Hy-po-crite.”

  “My sweet little mermaid.”

  I bunch her wrists, entrapping her between my chest and the kitchen worktop and bite her neck. Sive squirms in my arms and settles her back against my chest more solidly.

  It’s so different with her. She won’t tell me anything. I can only read from her body language and I need to know for sure whether she wants me. My fingers slide under her panties and I touch her mound, then move my middle finger down along her slit. She is so fucking wet for me. Soaking wet.

  Her body jerks to the side, but I wrap my arm around her chest, immobilising her. We tumble towards the table and bend over the top. Her ass presses against my erection. It’s such a turn on that I could come if she just dry humped me.

  “Relax Sive. I will only touch you. Nothing more. Okay?”

  “O-kay.”

  Her body tenses and wiggles as I slide her panties down to her ankles.

  “Spread your thighs, Sive.”

  She steps out of her panties and plants her feet apart. My forefinger finds her clitoris and rubs it gently.

  Sive gasps and her body rocks beneath mine. With her, it’s like taming a kitten that has been beaten. Like balancing between strength and tenderness. Like I’m immersing myself in a total madness.

  “Has anybody touched you like this before?” I rasp.

  “Nno, A-xel.”

  Of course not. She is all mine. I will be first to finger fuck her and to bury my cock into her. Somewhere in between I’m going to taste her pussy with my mouth.

  My finger massages her fleshy nub and she starts breathing heavily. I bunch her wrists behind her back, bending her elbows, and pin her chest to the table with my weight so she won’t wiggle anymore.

  It’s all new to her as is it to me. None of my women reacted like her. I can literally feel how intense it’s for her. The muscles of her body clench and release as she moans louder and louder. No sound escaping her mouth resembles anything I heard before. They are breathy, unique and only hers. And her scent is deliriously tempting. She smells just right.

  My mouth touches her neck and I kiss my way down to her shoulder. I rub her cli
toris harder, then slide one finger into her hot pussy. It’s a drenched heaven, so tight that even my little finger is too much.

  Sive lets out a throaty groan and shivers.

  “Sive, I wanna make you feel good. Just let go.”

  “A-xel,” she hums.

  My finger pumps in and out and her moans turn into low screams. She wiggles again like it is too much for her, but I hold her in place and massage her clitoris with my thumb. Her juices leak from her pussy as her body becomes taut. Her breath halts, and her inner walls contract around my finger.

  I wait until she stops shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm then I straighten and lay her on her back. Her heels dig into the edge of the table. I part her thighs and pull her bra down, leaning over her. Now it’s my turn. Her mind seems to be still in a haze, and her wide eyes stare at me like she can’t see anything. And I stare at perfect tits that belong only to me. My mouth starts devouring them.

  Sive wraps her arms around my head as I draw her hard bud into my mouth and bite her nipple. The tip of my tongue trails circles around it as my fingers roll her other nipple.

  “A-xel.”

  I’ve never heard anybody humming my name like that.

  “Touch me, Sive.”

  I lift her to a sitting position and open my trousers impatiently. My hard dick springs out and her eyebrows arch at the sight of my erection. Her face wrinkles, and for the first time in my life, I feel nervous with a woman.

  “Just touch me, Sive.”

  I will go mad if I don’t get the release from the pressure building within me. Sive bobs her head at me and my heart races like I’m a teenager again.

  Women love my dick, but only Sive’s opinion matters to me now. I want her to be crazy about my member. But she looks surprised, shocked even. Maybe it’s too much for her.

  “Sive,” I say and kiss her lips.

  It’s a fucking bad luck. I will have to jerk off in the shower again.

  We kiss gently and suddenly her fingers close around my cock.

  The awareness that such a pure woman is touching me strips me of control. She’s never had a dick in her hand, never even seen a real one. The primal animal in me growls in excitement. I cover her hand with mine and guide her how to stroke me. And it’s perfectly imperfect.

  I lay her on the table again and lean over her as her tiny hand is jerking me off. I don’t need much. A few strokes only. My orgasm starts to build and heat shoots through my legs and feet like an electric current. I know I will come hard. I urge her to stroke me harder as my toes curl and the earth shattering pleasure ripples through me. My cum spurts onto her stomach and breasts. I moan and my head drops onto her shoulder.