Chapter Ten
Confessions of a Broken Heart
Zacharias had never been so nervous or uneasy in his life. The bubbling sensations didn’t even compare to when he had first entered battle many centuries ago.
Then again, the outcome of that battle had been less defining than the war he waged with Mila.
In this battle he could lose his very heart.
As he watched the swish of Mila’s hips, Zacharias cursed Liana. He knew the gargoyle had purposely dressed Mila in a costume guaranteed to drive him crazy with need.
And it was working.
If Zacharias wasn’t careful he would lose his control, control he had cultivated all his life. Control that was the only thing keeping him from giving in to the beast that lay deep within him.
He couldn’t seem to drag his eyes away from the full scoops of Mila’s dark breasts above the low neckline of her dress. Throughout their dance he’d found himself alternatively cursing Liana and thanking her. He would give anything to tongue those mounds.
Mila paused at her bedroom door and looked over her shoulder. The slow, sultry smile she gave him made his heart jump. He watched her slowly twist the golden knob and open the door.
When he followed her over the threshold he felt like he had just crossed a chasm.
Zacharias watched, bewitched, as she moved across the room and placed one arm on the chair in front of her vanity table. He couldn’t help the groan that slipped past his lips when Mila bent low at the waist and pushed it a few feet.
She cocked one eyebrow at him and smiled. There was little doubt in his mind that she knew exactly why he groaned. Her gorgeous breasts had almost spilled right out of her dress when she bent over. Zacharias had even gotten a glimpse of her dark blackberry areolae before she stood.
The tease!
Mila moved the chair until it sat before him. She plopped herself upon it and eyed him. He stared at it. It was gigantic, large enough to accommodate his giant figure. And hers.
The chair had been specially made for him. He wondered when Mila had it removed from his bedroom.
Zacharias’s gaze lifted. He braced his feet apart and folded his arms over his broad chest. “Where do you want me, Mistress?”
Her smile widened at his tone. There was nothing submissive about it. But this was their game, their own little piece of pleasure where they battled one another for dominance.
“Exactly where you are.”
She bent at the waist and gathered her skirts in her hands, slowly lifting the garments until her knees, thighs, and pussy were revealed. Zacharias sucked in his breath when he saw Mila wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Will you do anything I ask?”
Zacharias stared at the dark folds of her cunt, mesmerized. The midnight curls shrouding the haven of her sex were shiny with moisture. She was wet. He took a deep breath and drank in the musk of her desire. It was thick, heady, and more alluring than the French perfume she wore. He licked his lips, imagining the taste of her pussy.
“On your knees, Zacharias.”
He couldn’t help the wide smile that came over his face. Zacharias would gladly do her bidding. He lowered to his knees.
“Touch me.” Her words came out a shivering gasp.
With shockingly steady hands, Zacharias wrapped his long fingers around her mocha thighs. He watched the sharp planes of her lovely face soften with pleasure as she groaned his name. He tightened the grip on her thighs and pulled them apart, creating space for his large body. Tightly wound muscles trembled beneath his fingers. Zacharias looked up to watch Mila shiver at his touch.
The sight settled deep in his gut before winding its way south to his cock. The engorged length twitched with need.
Zacharias ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs until he reached her soft ebony curls. He traced one finger over the slit, separating the folds of her sex. He reached the apex of her sex, and slowly parted her lips, revealing the swollen bud of her clit. He pressed his thumb against it, watched as the nub doubled in size. When he pulled his finger away it was wet with the moisture of her desire. He held her gaze as he licked it off.
“Don’t you dare tease me, Zacharias,” she growled, wantonly spreading her legs wider.
Zacharias felt heat infuse his system at her actions. Mila wanted him and she was woman enough to admit it. She wasn’t hiding from her desire.
He put his mouth to her skin, kissing the insides of her thighs with soft lips, licking her, and alternating with shocking love bites on her tempting flesh.
She wiggled her hips and slid lower in her chair as he moved up her thighs, nearing her pussy.
“How many times, Mistress?”
Mila’s onyx lashes fluttered at his words. He could see her quick mind trying to work through the haze of lust clouding it. “Excuse me?” she whispered softly.
“How many times would you like to come? How many orgasms would you like me to give you?” Zacharias whispered against the moist lips of her pussy before running his tongue down the same trail his fingers had caressed.
He held her lips apart and swirled his tongue around her engorged clitoris. Mila jerked and groaned his name, tangling her fingers in the strands of his hair, pulling Zacharias closer to her hot pussy.
“Damn it, Zacharias.”
“By the Goddess.” He dragged his teeth down her pussy lips, growling when he heard Mila sigh. He pressed her lips further apart, revealing the mouth of her sex. His tongue, agile and wet, thrust deep within her cunt, capturing the creamy essence of her desire.
Zacharias swirled his tongue over her, teasing her, tasting her, devouring her, as he licked her opening, thrusting it deep to touch her inner walls, before moving north and flicking her swollen clit.
He stabbed his tongue against it, making it hard, and flicked her clitoris once, twice, three times.
She shrieked above him and gasped his name. One large thumb pulled back her clitoral hood to reveal the painfully sensitive head of her clit. He tongued the tiny, bright red pearl, watching Mila’s face for signs of her pleasure.
“Bloody fucking hell.”
Two long, thick fingers thrust deep within her tight cunt, stroking her from the inside. His tongue continued to foray over the engorged nub, stroking it, flicking it, as his fingers thrust in and out of her pussy.
“Oh God. Oh my fucking God,” Mila moaned when Zacharias curled his fingers and dragged them along her inner walls. Knowing she was near the edge, he wrapped his lips around her clit, flicked his tongue against the exposed head, and suckled the bud hard.
“Zacharias,” she cried out, jerking beneath him as her body erupted in a powerful orgasm that had her thighs clenching tight around his head. Zacharias groaned deeply when he felt her cunt tighten almost painfully around his two fingers.
He swirled his tongue around Mila’s clit as she moaned his name and slowly withdrew his fingers, only to thrust three back in. Mila stilled and, for a moment, Zacharias worried that he had overestimated her. She was tight, almost too tight, and then with a deep breath she took him, accepting the long, thick length of his three fingers.
“Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!” she screamed, tugging on Zacharias’s long locks, pulling him closer to her quivering cunt. Zacharias tongued the area surrounding the portal as his fingers kept disappearing in and out of flesh. She flinched and her eyes slowly fluttered open. He caught her gaze and held it as he lowered his head.
“Yes,” she breathed out on a whisper.
He gave her a heated, devastatingly mischievous smile before hardening his tongue and flicking it with fast strokes against her clitoris. He thrust all three fingers deep and twisted them.
“Holy fucking shit.” Her lips parted, her mouth dropped open, but nothing more came out. Mila gasped for breath as her body imploded, erupting around his fingers, against his tongue as she came in a hard, fast, blinding orgasm that literally robbed her of breath.
He was there when she came down from her high, tongue mo
ving slowly around the still hard nub of her clitoris.
“No more. Oh God, I can’t take any more.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled against the moist, fragrant lips of her sex. With gentle pressure, he widened her stance and continued his merciless, sensual assault, licking, sucking and fingering her pussy until she begged for mercy. Even then he continued, eating at her mound until her voice was hoarse and he had tasted enough of her unique cream to get him through the day.
He slowly lifted his head.
Five times.
He’d made her scream for him five times.
Zacharias had never suspected that Mila would be so sensitive or that he would be relentless with his need to give her pleasure. Still…
Five orgasms.
She stared at him with passion-glazed eyes. After a moment she smiled. “You didn’t stop, even when I told you to.”
He sat back on his haunches. “No.”
“You disobeyed a direct order.”
“Yes.”
Her smile widened. Zacharias found himself clenching his hands into fists to stem the desire to shiver under the viciously sexual look in her dark eyes.
Damn, she was tempting. Tempting enough to make him consider breaking the rules and taking her the way he wanted to fuck her.
Then she spoke. “You have earned a punishment, Zacharias.”
He lowered his head. “Yes, Mistress.”
She slowly stood. “Get in the chair.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Zacharias slowly stood from his kneeling position. He found himself stifling the urge to groan out loud when he stood. He had been down on his knees so long his body protested the movement.
But it was worth it.
He didn’t believe he would ever forget the look of pleasure on Mila’s face when she climaxed. He had emblazoned in his mind the image of her face for each and every one of the five orgasms.
He would always have the memories of her satisfaction.
His cock, hard and heavy, ached with every step Zacharias took as he made his way across the room and grabbed the chair.
“Middle of the room.”
He quickly obeyed Mila’s simple order and placed the chair in the center of the spacious bedroom, facing the bed.
Behind him he could hear Mila rustling through her luggage. He ignored the urge to look over his shoulder to see what she was looking for or, better yet, what she would find.
“Take off your costume.”
Zacharias couldn’t stifle the urge to turn and look at her at those words. Even though he had suspected the request was coming, he had not been truly prepared to hear her demand he disrobe.
His hot emerald gaze caught her smoldering brown eyes. His gaze drifted down to settle on the black lace stockings she held.
By the Goddess!
“Zacharias,” she purred softly in a velvet voice, informing him the woman before him had steel at her core. It was a warning, one he heeded. His fingers went to the lacings binding up his vest. He quickly shrugged out of the leather vest and ruffled shirt of his pirate’s costume.
He sat upon the chair to pull off his knee-high black leather boots and kicked them away once he had removed them. His hands on the waistband of his ancient pants stalled when he felt Mila move across the room. His thick lashes slowly lifted to find her standing before him.
Zacharias had been so preoccupied with getting undressed he hadn’t realized she’d somehow managed to rid herself of her gown. She stood before him, legs slightly braced, wearing a bright white corset, stockings, garters, heels, and nothing more.
He swallowed thickly.
Son of a bitch!
“Let me,” Mila murmured. She couldn’t quite hide the smile on her full lips. She obviously knew what she was doing to him.
The minx.
His minx, his mind corrected automatically.
“Mine,” he growled.
She blinked up at him, fingers gripping his breeches.
“You’re mine,” he said slowly, enunciating the declaration. Her eyes slowly fluttered closed. Zacharias felt his heart and very soul plummet. And then, just like that, he was flying. Her eyes opened, her gaze connected with his, and she spoke. “Yes, and you are mine,” she whispered.
To emphasize her point, she dragged one nail across the heavy bulge between his thighs. He jerked and his eyes slammed shut at the torturous pleasure. “Yes.”
She scraped her nail against him again, a little harder, with a little more determination. “Look at me, Zacharias.”
His eyes snapped open. “Yes, I am yours. We belong to one another, Mistress.”
Shock lit her face as though she had just realized what she had declared. Her midnight eyes searched his and her full lips parted. “Bad boys get punished,” she murmured, dropping her gaze away from him.
Whatever she had been about to say was forever lost to him. And Zacharias wasn’t sorry for the fact, because he knew she had been about to refute his ownership.
And, submissive or no submissive, she was his forever, entirely, until death did them part. Mila just didn’t know it.
But he would make it very clear to her.
His teeth dug into the firm flesh of his bottom lip when her fingers danced over the lacings fastening his breeches. Her heated gaze caught his, leaving no doubt of her purpose.
This sexual torture was his punishment.
As she loosened the first cross of string, her nails scraped along his bulging erection. Hands gripping the carved chair, he tensed and the swollen length of his cock jerked. She undid the next row, repeating the caress, but dragging her fingernails just a little harder against the leather.
Zacharias felt the touch down to his soul.
He eyed the rest of the lacings. Three more crosses to go. His eyes slammed shut.
One small palm landed hard on his bulging thigh, inches from his cock. His eyes popped open and glared down at her with the simmering beginnings of anger. The slap hadn’t hurt, but it had irritated the hell out of him.
He was tired of waiting, tired of being played with. He wanted her, needed her, and she was taking her time. All he really needed Mila to do was climb up on top of him and slide down his cock so he could fuck them both senseless.
“Did I give you permission to close your eyes?”
The deep velvet of her voice drifted over Zacharias’s heated skin to settle between his thighs. His already hard cock thickened further. He felt the retort on his tongue slip away, forgotten and ignored, when he gazed into the feverish heat of her midnight eyes.
He bowed his head low. “No, Mistress.”
“Look at your Mistress, Zacharias.”
He slowly lifted his head until his gaze collided with hers.
“I want to hear you say it.”
His tongue, long and thick, swept over his bottom lip. “I want you, Mistress. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any other female.”
She blinked up at him, once, twice, thrice, and licked her lips. Zacharias’s gaze followed her tongue. He wanted that tongue in his mouth. Better yet, he wanted it on his cock, licking the painfully swollen head.
Mila’s hands slipped lower and undid the next intersection of lacings. Zacharias ignored her hands to focus on her lips. He was suddenly ravenous for her kiss. He bit the inside of his mouth, knowing that if he voiced the demand that burned deep within him, he would have to wait longer for the sweet touch of her lips.
Her fingers tightened on his pants. Somehow Mila had finished unlacing his pants without his notice. “Lift,” she whispered lightly. Zacharias complied, groaning when she pulled the top band of his breeches low on his hips. When she reached his lower hips, the fabric scraped over his cock, teasing him with the glide of leather over flesh.
He suddenly wasn’t so sure it had been a good idea to go commando.
Mila stood up and threw his bottoms clear across the room. In the other hand she held a pair of black fishnet stockings. He eyed them with barely leashed anger, dis
satisfaction, and suspicion. Zacharias knew exactly what Mila planned to do with them and he wasn’t sure he wanted it.
She stepped forward; one high heel landed on the carpeted floor. The act thundered through him. “Put your hands on each of the chair’s arms.”
Almost as if to dispel the illusion of his dislike, his cock jumped at her words. Both their gazes lowered and together they watched as a single, milky tear slid from the small eye in the head of his ruddy cock.
Zacharias moved his arms, aligning them with each of the chair’s arms, just as she had ordered.
Mila took another step forward, moving to the left as she made her way behind him. He breathed in her unique scent-, tinged with the musky perfume of her desire, felt it roll over his tongue before he swallowed it, taking it deep within him.
His eyes drifted to her naked sex. He found it almost impossible to keep his head forward, knowing that was what she desired when all he wanted to do was turn and watch her walk past him. Watch the slick movement of muscles as her thick thighs contracted and lengthened. Watch the tempting slide of flesh as her pussy lips rubbed together with her every move.
Small, warm hands with devastatingly smooth fingers grabbed his wrists. The soft glide of flesh upon flesh flickered across every one of his nerve endings. Then there was the even more demanding caress of fishnet stocking across his skin.
He turned, trying to get a glimpse of her face. The soft midnight strands that shielded her from his view brushed over his heated skin as she bent and tied the stockings around his wrists.
He flinched when she grasped both ends of the stocking and pulled, tightening the already strong hold she had over him.
Zacharias was acutely aware of where Mila stood. He heard the cushioned sound of her heels digging into the plush carpeting as she stepped away from him. He felt every step she took across the room to reach her dresser. He even felt the slow pull of the drawer opening.
When he opened his eyes he found her making her way across the room. Wide, plush hips swishing, beautiful ebony hair shielding her most important secrets, thighs eating up the distance that separated them, and it all was framed by the lovely, antique gold satin and lace.
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