Sive

by Daniela Jackson

  “Listen to me, Axel.” He is the president now not my father. “There are rules about keeping a woman for longer. You know these rules. Marry her or get rid of her. She knows too much.”

  It means that either she is my wife and stands in the shit with me or she ends up six feet under. That’s why the boys and I have always stayed far from any kind of relationships. The girls living in the town suspect that we‘re outlaws, but they don’t have the slightest idea of what business we do.

  “She’s not from here,” Boulder continues. “Your other chicks were from here. They accept how the things work here.”

  “Sive knows how the things work here.”

  “It’s a smart girl, indeed. I want her here, for you. She’s a good match for you.”

  “I know that,” I say with anger.

  “I really love that little girl.” Boulder’s face softens. “But I have to think about the club too.”

  He means that women and the club don’t mix very well.

  “Your mother is right, Axel. Keep her, marry her, put a baby in her belly and be happy.”

  “I am happy.”

  Boulder nods several times and takes out a small velvet box from the pocket in his cut. “Your mother wants you to give it to Sive.”

  I lean towards him and grab the box. Ma’s engagement ring is inside. It belonged to Boulder’s grandmother, then to his mother, a family treasure passed on to next generations.

  “Sive will love it,” I say.

  “Have a drink with me,” Boulder says and rises to his feet.

  We saunter to the bar and my head is foggy. My life has become so unpredictable that I don’t know how to regain control over it. But I love every bit of it.

  I sip my beer and we talk about Gunner.

  “A few bruises on his face and a broken arm,” Boulder says. “He was lucky. Dash appeared unexpectedly and helped him.”

  “It’s bad,” I say. “I mean our situation. Really bad.”

  “Probably.”

  I finish my beer and hurry to the house but Sive is not there. She’s still with Zane. Fury bubbles in my chest like a snake venom.

  Chapter 23

  Axel

  I take a shower, sit in the couch and stare at the velvet box that Boulder gave me. Rules are rules, but it’s a very important decision to make. The marriage means that I wouldn’t be able to walk away if something went wrong.

  The front door opens and Sive walks in. Except she’s not Sive. Well, she is, but she looks different. She has a black dress on. Except it’s not a dress just a piece of fabric with the plunging neckline, barely covering her thighs and ass. Sive’s heels are clicking against the floor. She’s a true temptress.

  I put the box into the pocket of my jeans and rise to my feet. Zane walks behind Sive. He looks different too. He has a white shirt, jeans and elegant shoes on.

  “You didn’t take her to the club or something,” I say with anger.

  “No,” Zane says. “But the movie was very long.”

  “Why is she wearing such an indecent dress?” I’m talking nonsense and I can’t recognise myself.

  No—

  I’m taking care of Sive properly. She’s too young to wear such dresses.

  Sive gazes at me with wide eyes. “Zzane.”

  My heart melts. “Zane bought it for you, baby? You look beautiful. I will buy you five dresses like this one.”

  Sive steps out of her heels and walks towards the cupboards. She takes out three mugs and puts the kettle on, standing with her back towards us.

  I run the tip of my forefinger across my throat like I’m slitting it and glare at Zane.

  “It was nice, ya know, to take a chick and see all those envious glances,” Zane says. “Even women look at her with amazement.” He steps towards me, leans forward and mouths to me, “Keep her at home.” His palm makes an arc in front of his abdomen, and he adds with his lips making no sound, “Put a baby in her as soon as possible.”

  I nod and salute him.

  Even my brother agrees with me that Sive should be a housewife occupied with kids. So nobody will steal her from me.

  The decision has been made. I just need to inform Sive that we should get married as soon as possible.

  Sive places the mugs on the table and they disperse herbal aromas into the air. We gather around the table and Sive is sitting next to me. I can’t take my eyes off her. I will buy her more such indecent dresses and more pairs of heels but she will wear them only at home. Only for me.

  “Zane, aren’t you tired?” I ask.

  Sive shows him something in sign language and he nods so she approaches the fridge and takes out eggs, peppers and tomatoes.

  “You didn’t waste time,” I say.

  “The sign language is easy,” Zane says. “If you can focus properly, of course.”

  Sive starts cooking a meal for us and the sounds of chopping and sizzling fill the air.

  “Beer?” Zane asks.

  I shake my head and jut my chin towards Sive who stirs chopped onions in the pan.

  Zane nods as a wide grin crosses his face. “It’s different when a woman lives with you.”

  “It is. It’s better.”

  “But you can’t do the stuff you used to do.”

  “You don’t need that stuff anymore.”

  Sive chuckles and throws peppers with tomatoes into the pan.

  “How are Boulder and Ma?” I ask.

  “They’re talking a lot,” Zane says and lowers his voice, “about Sive and you. They are so busy planning your future that there is very little time left for their arguments.”

  My glance meets Sive’s. “You see, baby, you saved my parents’ marriage.”

  Sive gestures to Zane. Her body movements are expressive and alluring like she is dancing. My dick grows hard at once. A fantasy flashes through my head—Sive on her knees, sucking me off, swallowing every drop of my cum.

  Zane chuckles, and fury runs through my veins. I don’t understand her but my brother does.

  “What did she say?” I ask.

  “Sive said that Ma and Boulder were prying. But she loves it.”

  Sive puts eggs into the pan and stirs energetically. She slices two baguettes and serves the supper. We start eating and Sive talks to Zane with her hands and face expressions. He nods or chuckles and I just gaze at her.

  It’s nice, but I have an impression that something is missing. Zane’s woman apparently. The woman he will love as much as I love mine.

  Sive turns her face to me, her cheeks burning. She raises her hand and her knuckles run down my cheek.

  I want Zane to go and he must have realised that as he finishes his food and rises to his feet.

  “Thank you,” he says to Sive. “It was delicious.”

  “See you tomorrow, bro.”

  “See you tomorrow,” Zane says and leaves the house.

  I pull Sive to me and set her on my lap.

  “What did you do with Zane, baby? Did he behave?”

  Sive nods at me and touches the dressing on my cheek.

  “I’m fine,” I say and bury my face into her neck.

  She smells of eggs, jasmine and her own musk. My mouth grazes along the curve of her neck and her body shivers in my arms.

  “How is your period? Very painful?”

  Sive shrugs. “Fi-nishedd.”

  “Really? That’s wonderful.” My mouth captures hers and I taste her impatiently. “Put your heels on, Sive. And take off your panties. And leave the dress on.” I’m going to devour her.

  Sive takes my head in both her hands and gazes at me with a silent question in her eyes.

  “Hurry,” I say. “I’ll go mad.”

  She rises from my lap and goes to pick up her heels. I watch her as she removes her panties and pulls the edge of the dress down. Sliding into her heels, she walks towards me.

  I stand at the table and take out the box with the ring. Sive stops beside me and her eyes flick over the box.

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bsp; “This is what you think it is, Sive,” I say. “Now, when everything is clear between us, I want you to be nice to me.”

  Sive

  I think Axel has just proposed to me in his crude unromantic way. He did it so I shouldn’t complain about the way he did it.

  His eyes blaze with lust. He’s hungry for me like a starving animal would crave food. Vibes of desire shoot through my body, but I resist that sweet temptation. First, I want to see the ring. I want to try it on. Nobody has ever proposed to me and emotions strangle my throat. I will be a wife. Axel’s wife. My dreams have materialised.

  My hand reaches for the velvet box, but Axel smacks my ass with his palm and a delicate burning spreads across my ass cheek.

  “You were supposed to be nice to me,” he says as I guard my ass with my palms.

  His hand plunges under my dress, and he glides his fingers over my ass cheeks, spreading them. I guess, my refusal to marry him is not an option.

  “You like driving me mad, don’t you?” he rasps and his lips crush mine.

  I like these moments, when I feel my power over him. I’m stronger than him in these moments.

  I feel the edge of his hand moving up and down my ass crack. His mouth runs up and down my neck, then he sucks on my earlobe and nibbles it with his teeth.

  My body burns for him as I rest my palms against the waist of his trousers. Axel moves a bit forward, lessening the distance between us so our bodies touch, and I nudge the chair behind me. He unzips his trousers and strips. His hard cock springs out and throbs against my tummy. Our auras merge together; his heat envelops me and the opposite. The molecules of the air around us stir in anticipation as do the ones of our bodies like everything has become pure sensual energy.

  Axel kisses my cheek and licks my earlobe. “Suck me, Sive.” His thumbs circle my nipples through the fabric of my dress, making them harden.

  Well, I have an opportunity to put the knowledge I’ve gained searching the net into practice.

  My body lowers clumsily as I sit on my heels and take his hard shaft in my hand. My tongue swirls around the head and I lick him up and down, squeezing gently his balls. A pearly drop of precum emerges from the tip so I capture it with my toungue. Axel growls like a contented beast and his thigh becomes taut under my palm.

  I draw his cock deep into my mouth and the head slides against my palate. He’s so big that I gag and tears well up in my eyes. Axel looks down at me with insane eyes and winds my hair around his fist, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. His other hand rests against the edge of the table.

  I’m breathless, but I know what to do to make it easier for me. My fingers close around the base of his cock. I focus on breathing and suck him harder. My teeth scratch him gently and I caress him with my tongue.

  Axel’s hand drops away. “Fuck. Just don’t stop, baby.”

  So I don’t stop and his moan drifts in the air. My hand strokes the area behind his scrotum and Axel pulls out of my mouth.

  “I have a better idea,” he rasps.

  His hands land under my arms and he lifts me up. I groan as he bends me over the table and dips his finger in my pussy, running it up to my other opening. He spreads the wetness around it and pushes the tip of his little finger in.

  It feels weird. Axel moves his finger in a circle, then pulls out and pumps two fingers into my pussy. My body shivers in anticipation.

  Axel plants on open mouth kiss on my neck. “You will be my wife. I own your sweet mouth, your pussy and your ass.”

  His forefinger pushes into my tight hole and goes knuckle deep. A stinging sensation makes me gasp. Axel stretches me, bending his body above mine. His other hand holds my chin and our lips meet.

  I don’t know whether it’s pleasant to me or not. The stinging fades, but then I feel two fingers invading my other opening. And it burns like hell. I wiggle, but Axel’s chest presses against my back, immobilising me.

  “Touch yourself, Sive. I will make you feel good, I promise.”

  I touch my mound. My finger rubs against my clitoris and a wave of warmth floods my tummy. This is definitely pleasant. The pain is still there, but the decadent mixture of sensations makes me want more.

  I massage my clitoris as Axel pumps his fingers in and out. He’s gentle and slow and I allow myself to float in this dirty tempting pleasure. My body moves back and forth beneath his as his fingers pull out and the head of his cock runs up and down my slit. Axel enters my pussy then pulls out and pushes at my tight hole.

  I suck in a breath and my muscles contract as the head of his cock goes past my sphincter. The pain from his intrusion is agonising. It hurts more than my first sex and it’s different like my insides are burning and twisting. A low scream escapes my mouth and I stiffen.

  Axel doesn’t move. His heavy breath scorches my cheek.

  “Breathe, baby.” He sounds like he can barely control himself. “Breathe and try to relax.”

  His hand dives between my thighs and he rubs my clitoris, pushing his cock into my ass inch by inch until he’s buried to the root. Nausea rolls over my stomach and pain pierces every molecule of my body, but he doesn’t pull out, just waits. His lips kiss my desperate gasps, soothe the pain as his finger strokes my swollen nub expertly. And it helps.

  My body accommodates him at last. I feel stretched and full like never before. Axel starts thrusting into my ass and I take his hand off me, replacing it with my own. My finger touches my clitoris harder and harder as a strange pleasure builds inside me. It’s an intense blend of throbbing heat and forbidden novelty. Our bodies sway together as I clutch the edge of the table and arch my back, rising higher and higher towards my peak. I’m pure desire, fever and greed for release. Nothing more.

  Axel’s breath puffs into the back of my neck as his hips slam against my ass.

  “Cum for me, Sive,” he says. “Now.”

  So I cum for him. My scream echoes in the kitchen as a powerful orgasm ripples through me and my whole being shatters in the decadent ecstasy. Axel moans and pushes his cock into me deep and hard, then his body trembles against mine.

  We rest against the table, his chest crushing my back, until our breaths steady. Then he pulls out of me and wipes our combine come dripping from my ass with his t-shirt. He scoops me up in his arms. I sway in rhythm with his strides as he crosses the living area and climbs the stairs. He lays me in bed and pulls my dress over my head. I curl up into a ball.

  “Do you want something to drink, baby?”

  “Wa-tter.”

  “Sure.”

  I close my eyes and float in a desensitised weightlessness. Axel returns and hands me a glass of water. I take a sip and drop off to sleep.

  Chapter 24

  Axel

  It’s a fucking heaven. I mean my life, of course. I go to work every morning; my little mermaid brings lunch and we kiss passionately or fuck in my office. I go home late in the afternoon, eat a nice meal and lie down between my woman’s thighs. Sive has cast a spell upon me and other women don’t exist for me. My world has narrowed to her luscious body and her beautiful smile.

  I fuck her every hole or I fuck her twice a day, then sometimes wake her up at night when it’s not been enough in the evening. I’m addicted to the sensation of our naked bodies covered in sweat, rubbing against one another. Every inch of Sive’s body belongs to me and I remind her about it each time I fuck her. Just as a precaution. She’s my woman, after all. I chose her to fill my life with light and fulfil my every dark fantasy at night. Sive seems to enjoy both.

  We are renovating the gallery; Sive is drawing and I’m happy.

  But my sixth sense catches some subtle vibes of threat. I just know that something bad will happen.

  This evening, we are sitting at the kitchen table and making a shopping list for our engagement party. Sive gestures to me expressively and I don’t grasp anything. I’m not good at languages. She threads her fingers through my hair and pours me a glass of orange juice, then scribbles something on
the piece of paper. I pinch the letter and read it.

  I will take Amanda for a shopping trip. Don’t worry.

  “This is my engagement party,” I protest. “You want to serve seafood. I hate seafood.”

  Sive shrugs as her palms face the ceiling.

  “Alright,” I say, “but I want chicken thighs.”

  Sive runs her palms up and down her outer thighs and winks at me. My naughty girl. We’ll have a shower together and I’ll make her scream of pleasure tonight.

  We discuss a few more points of the list then strip and go to the bathroom. I’m slow with Sive tonight. I want her to shiver with pleasure at the slightest of my touch. I want her to burn for me. I want her to beg me to fuck her.

  We stand opposite each other in the shower cabin; the water streaming down engulfs us with its murmur and heat. I palm Sive’s breasts as she traces every scar on my chest with her forefinger. I shiver at the slightest of her touch. She owns me. I would die for her.

  We lather ourselves with the shower gel, rinse the foam off our bodies and hurry to the bedroom, naked. Wet footprints mark our way.

  I pull Sive onto the bed and sit, planting her on my thighs. We face each other as her legs wrap around my hips. She leans towards me to kiss me, but I don’t allow her to. I love that sweet consternation painting her face each time I tease her.

  My hands travel to her hips and I lift her then impale her on my hard cock, grinding her bottom against my hips. Her drenched pussy clenches around me. Pleasure and pain sharpen her face as her eyelids flutter and she arches back. Her breasts wave in front of my eyes. What a delicious view. My woman has the most perfect tits in the world.

  I hook her under the arms with my palms and move her up and down. My heart starts beating faster and euphoria clouds my head.

  “Fuck,” I rasp. “Just like this, baby.”

  Sive’s body tenses as her sweet convulsive gasps drift through the air. He pussy is massaging my cock with just the right pressure. An electric current shoots to my toes and something pricks the skin of my lower back. I’m very close to my peak.

  Sive slides up and down on my cock, her elbows locked, fingers rolling into fists. Her lips part as her orgasm ruptures through her. Good girl. Just as I need it. Watching her pleasure is a massive turn on for me.