Lara's Last Journey [One More Time 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Mya Larose

  “Are you in pain?” he inquired with a worried expression.

  “Oh, nothing major. Just a simple headache,” she said without stopping.

  How was she going to go back? Could she go back home? If not…She didn’t want to think about that possibility. She went back to Suleyman and hunched down in front of him, and to steady herself, she placed her hands on his knees. She stifled the urge to shiver at the contact. Waves of desire and longing washed over her.

  She lifted her head to gaze into his luscious dark eyes. “Do you suppose there is the slightest chance for me to go back home? Can you help me please?” She begged him.

  She could see the weariness in the depth of his beautiful eyes. “I don’t know how to help you,” he replied softly, and held her hands in his.

  Deep down, she knew there wasn’t a chance for her to go back. Putting her head down, she had to accept her destiny or she was going to go insane. She could feel tears running down her cheeks and landing on their joint hands. She wept silently for her lost life, her friends, and the happy memories she had.

  She felt him drying her tears away with the corner of her blanket. He lifted her from the floor and settled her in his broad lap. She leaned her head against his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around her. She breathed in his scent, masculine and inviting. It was so heady it made her dizzy.

  He sighed. “Lara?” She heard him calling but couldn’t answer him back.

  “You’ll stay with me,” Suleyman continued. “As long as you want, of course. Would it be so bad if you stay here with me? By God, I will protect you with my life, look after you, and cherish you for the wonderful gift of your presence. Please, Lara!” he said, hooking a strand of her hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek.

  She began to tremble like she was cold but his bedroom was warm and cozy, especially with the fire roaring behind them. He pulled the blanket around her shoulders tighter, put his arms around her, and rocked her.

  Without uttering a sound, she lifted her head from his shoulder and looked over his bedroom. She had better get used to it. She would be living the remainder of her life here. She never was going to see a mobile phone, shower, car, or her friends again. She would never be able to phone Zara and talk to her until they had nothing more to say to each other, and she would never go to her favourite coffee shop.

  Letting out a choppy sigh, she would have to get over it and start to live and think like them.

  “What has you grinning like that? The fact that I proposed you stay with me or that the thought pleased you greatly?” His voice was deeper than usual.

  “Something like that. I was thinking about how I’m going to integrate into your world without attracting too much attention.” She wiggled and squirmed, feeling very nervous about the prospect.

  She turned her head and looked at Suleyman. He was staring at her with hunger.

  “Lara, I promise on my honor and name that nothing will happen to you while I have a breath left in my body. You belong to me now, and nobody will dare to touch you,” he stated.

  “That isn’t the point. You cannot be by my side all the time. I have to learn about your customs, your way of living and even talking. For the love of god!” Lara said tiredly.

  “With time and my help, your worries will vanish, beloved,” he replied confidently with a nod of his head.

  The way he looked at her made her insides warm and it seemed to ease her worries. For the first time in her life, she had to rely on another human being. She had been on her own since she lost her parents at the tender age of eighteen years old. She’d had Zara and no one but herself to rely on.

  “What do you really want from me? There must be a good reason why you kept calling for me.”

  “I want you, Kadin. I want to take you as my wife. I promise you, I wouldn’t take other Kadin under my roof,” Suleyman whispered.

  “You want me as your wife and not your mistress? Are you getting rid of your harem, then? If my memory’s right, I read somewhere that the Sultan, your father, has four wives, and hundreds of women kept on the side for his pleasure,” she said with a displeased frown, although, making sure not to insult his father.

  “You have read well, Kadin. I have four mothers and a bundle of siblings. However, I don’t have a harem here. My father offered me some girls to take with me before I left the capitol though,” he replied sheepishly.

  “Oh, dear heavens!” She groaned.

  Suleyman had loosened the blanket around her until her shoulders appeared. With the tip of his finger, he grazed the curve of her shoulder, shooting electric waves down her breast to her pussy. She never realised such a simple touch would make her pussy throbbing wet.

  Slowly, her hands let go of the blanket and he enveloped her breast. She arched her chest up towards his hand. She needed more. She moaned when he pinched her nipple. It wasn’t enough. Suddenly, she remembered what Zara told her about her needs and how Peter was the only man to deliver them. She had told Lara that she was into rough sex.

  She realised that her dilemma was the same as her friend. She tried to recall her past experiences and came to the realization that, like Zara, something was missing in her life, and that thing was her Ottoman prince. He was playing with her body like a musician with his instrument. He knew where to touch exactly to make her sing.

  He bent his head, took the tip of her left breast between his lips, and gave a hard tug. He slid his hand down her body, over her stomach. She shivered and parted her legs. His roughly sunk one finger, then another into her dripping pussy, was sending shivers all over her body.

  He fucked her with his fingers while he sucked her nipple. It had been so long since a man’s touch felt so good.

  “By God! Your taste is exquisite, sweet as a pearl of a grape” he murmured.

  She moaned, thrust her breast into his mouth, and ground her pussy against his hand. He left his head and put some distance. He felt her cunt pulse around his intruding fingers. Ever so slowly, she watched him pulling out his fingers from her pussy and started to lick at them like he was licking on a lollipop.

  “Your pussy is warm, moist and sweet as an overripe peach left under the summer sun.” He growled.

  She gracefully got up from the bed without uttering a single word and faced him. Hesitantly, she let the blanket slide down her body. She had always been terribly self-conscious about her body. She had large breasts and her stomach wasn’t flat, not to mention her ass. She had enough padding for two. She wasn’t the slender type he must’ve been used to.

  “You’re beautiful, Kadin, on the thin side for my taste, but nothing like a little love and some good food,” he said with an air of cheekiness.

  What! He thought she was slim! She looked down at herself and back at him with wonder. The women of this time must be well looked after. Well, she wasn’t about to complain anyway. This little bit of information gave her more confidence.

  He reached out a hand and gently touched her breast. With his hands he molded her body, the valley of her stomach down to her weeping pussy. Palming her pussy again, he slipped his middle finger into her slit and touched her clit, sending waves of electric sparks through her.

  He pulled his finger out and licked it. She shuddered and clung to his shoulder, moaning softly. He took hold of her hand and pulled her down along his body.

  “Come and lay down with me,” he grunted.

  “With pleasure!”

  She didn’t know how he had done it but he wasn’t wearing his robe anymore. His naked body was a work of art, enough to make any man from her time jealous. What attracted more of her attention was his cock jutting from the nest of dark and curly hair.

  He eased her down on him. She spread her legs, put her knees on each side of his hip, and reached for his cock. Ever so slowly, she lowered herself down, closing her eyes and gasping softly. Abruptly, he flipped her around and onto her back. She found herself beneath him with his cock embedded deeply inside her. He kissed and started to thrus
t slowly. She shivered and wrapped herself around him as well as her cunt around his cock.

  Breaking the contact of their lips, he started to drive his cock into her faster and rougher. She raked her finger over his ass cheek to entice him to move harder.

  “Here it comes, my beloved!” He grabbed her hips and hammered into her.

  “Ooh! Don’t stop now. Harder!” She yelled some more.

  “You’re going to kill me, Kadin!” He roared loudly.

  She clutched him, thrusting her hips up, trying to keep up with his cadence. Her climax, which shook her body, made her scream and bite down on his shoulder. He pushed one last time into her, harder, and collapsed on her. Trembling and groaning, he put his face in the crook of her neck.

  Chapter 7

  Lara slowly woke up from her slumber. It had been a week now since her best friend’s wedding and she found herself in Suleyman’s bed. She looked at the ceiling for some times and shook her head to chase away the urge to cry.

  Crying wouldn’t answer to her questions. How could it be possible for a person to time travel? But it did happen. She was the living proof. She physically travelled from Northern Ireland in 2014 to find herself in Izmir, Turkey, in the sixteenth century.

  She dried her eyes with the back of her hand. Also, her tears wouldn’t help her to adapt to this new era she found herself in. she was thankful for the help of their old servant, Ali, Suleyman’s right hand man, Salim and Suleyman, himself.

  The fact that three people knew how she came to be here kept her sanity in order. If someone had told her that she was about to move between different points in time, she would have giggled.

  However, it broke her heart to know that her friends would be frenetic at her disappearance. As she knew Zara, she wouldn’t stop searching for her. The last thing she wanted was to cause them any distress.

  She came to accept that her home was alongside Suleyman. Therefore, she meticulously learned everything about this new life style. For the last seven days, Ali had come and teach her all about how a Kadin should or shouldn’t behave in public along with the special garment she had to wear, like the veil to cover her visage. She learned that only the male family member could see her face. She had to wear it when venturing out of the door.

  The first question she had asked Salim, when it was his turn to educate her, was how come they could speak perfect English to her? His replied was very simple. The royal children had an English tutor and Salim was educated along Suleyman. She also learned that such a practice of schooling a slave’s child wasn’t heard of. Also, Suleyman made sure that Ali was taught, as well.

  Suleyman was such a caring man. When it was his turn to teach her Turkish. The teaching and learning went out of the window. She couldn’t get enough of her Pasha. It was like he was some kind of drug and she was addicted to him.

  Just the thought of him made her pussy gush with her sweet cream. She slowly glided the palm of her hand along her body to her pussy and dipped a finger in the depth of her honey pot to confirm her suspicion. She was soaked, again. Damn! She was turning into a slut.

  She bit down on her bottom lip as she slowly grinded her middle finger down her dripping pussy lips to collect a thick layer of her juices. With a bliss sigh and her thoughts to Suleyman’s thick cock, she pushed again her finger down her slit and felt her clit throbbing.

  Her other hand glided up her body languorously. Her fingers cupped her nipple, already sensitive, hard and erect. She gave it a sharp pull as her middle finger began to push in her inner walls. Her pussy slurped and gulped down her finger as her teeth dug into her lip more as to stifle down her moans as best as she could.

  Thinking it was his hard cock sinking in her pussy, her finger pumped deep in and out of her walls, her clit got beaten by her palm as she whimpered out a bit louder pushing her head back into the pillow. Her body bowed off the bed towards her finger as her hand tugged and pinched harder at her nipple.

  She slightly opened her eye lids to catch Suleyman walking through the door. She was far gone to stop. The knowledge that he was in the same room sent her over the edge. Her inside clenched as she felt her cum gushing along her pussy and ass. The smell of her sex was all around them.

  “Kadin! What are you doing?” Suleyman asked with a luscious smile.

  She tried to slow down her erratic breathing. She leisurely swirled her finger around her clit. Damn, the man! Two could play the game, “Nothing, my love,” she replied, sweetly.

  “Are you lying to me? I heard moaning coming from this room”

  “Suleyman! I would never lie to you,” she stated and batted her eyelashes seductively at him.

  He startled her as he grabbed the duvet and yanked it away from her naked body. Suleyman’s eyes widened.

  “You are a shameless hussy, my beautiful Lara!”

  With a throaty chuckle, she glanced down and realized that his cock made a tent out of his robe. Instantly her pussy started to quiver all over again. She doubled the pressure on her clit and licked her lips.

  “You should continue,” he said gently. “What were you thinking about?”

  “I can’t tell you,” she said.

  “Continue what you were doing,” he repeated as he waited for her to resume and she didn’t disappointed him.

  She squeezed her nipple gently and pressed on her clit with the pad of her finger, sending a zigzag of pleasure through her body.

  “What are you thinking about?” he repeated. His tone was…aroused and gently insistent.

  She closed her eyes, “You,” she hummed.

  “What about me?” he groaned, as he walked very slowly toward the bed like a predator stalking on his prey.

  “I was thinking…I thought…” she whispered and sensually bit on her lower lip, “How you fucked me hard and fast with that big and fat cock of yours! Also, I thought about how I would want you to clean me up. To feel your tongue, your breath, your lips… Hmm!” She cried as she dipped her finger in her already wet and sticky pussy.

  He sighed heavily. “You’re killing me, my love! You’re so beautiful, like a rose opening her petals to catch the first ray of the morning sun.” He groaned and exhaled noisily through his nose with his jaw clenched.

  His hypnotizing black eyes were hooded with desire and love. He smiled as he moved between her spread legs. She pulled her knees up and placed her feet flat on the bed as he stretched out between them and lowered his head.

  Without any hesitation, he flattened his tongue and slowly licked her juices from her inner thighs then moved to the crease of her legs to her weeping pussy. His long, slow and leisurely licks were so powerfully erotic that she felt her next climax building.

  He pointed his tongue and pressed it against her ass. He rimmed it and lapped her up the result of her previous climax. He slithered his tongue up her slit to her clit to flick at it playfully while she arched against him.

  “You taste so good!” He hummed and then pressed his tongue into her again.

  She moaned loudly as he licked and sucked at her cunt, driving her to another orgasm.

  “Yes!” she moaned, “Eat my pussy, Suleyman. Make me come for you!”

  He dragged his tongue up to her clit and began to flick it up and down, back and forth, until she grinded her pussy against him. She ran her hand down her body and placed it on his midnight black hair.

  He sucked harder on her clit and felt his teeth press against it. The sting from it was on the borderline of pain and pleasure. Her legs locked against him as she came, arching and shuddering beneath him. Swiftly, he rose from between her legs to grab her by her hips and turned her on her stomach. It was so fast that she didn’t know what was happening.

  “On your hands and knees, woman!” he grunted

  She didn’t need to be told twice as she immediately took position and waited impatiently for Suleyman’s next move. She was so horny!

  She heard him inhale deeply and then quietly moaned, “That’s it.”

  Th
ose two words from him made me instantly wet. That man could say anything and her pussy would unleash her sweet nectar.

  She felt his breath on her shoulder as he stood behind her and then he gently caressed her ass cheeks. Her skin rippled at the touch and she pressed back, physically begging for a firmer touch. Would he fuck her if she asked him? Maybe not yet!

  She heard him inhaled sharply as she felt his hand slide over her hip and his fingers dug into it. She braced as Suleyman’s monstrous cock drove deep into wet pussy in one hard thrust and then stop, buried deep inside her.

  She writhed on his cock, “Right there,” she purred, “That’s it. Now, fuck me hard!” she shouted.

  Something deep inside him must have clicked then and the lust completely took over him. He pounded his hips over and over in a frantic speed.

  She felt his fingers dug hard into her hip. He thrust deeply inside her, arched his back and moaned loudly as he emptied his cum within her clenching depth, her pussy still gripping on his cock.

  With a grunt, Suleyman gently rolled over his side and took her with him. They lay with her back nestled against his hard chest.

  “My sweet, Lara, if my enemy barged through that door, now, I wouldn’t have energy to fight them. You have brought me to my knees, beloved,” he muzzled the side of her neck.

  With a happy sigh, she said, “I aim to please my lord and master.” She giggled.

  He gently rolled her on her back and looked deep into her eyes. His were full of love and wonder. God help her but she loved and adored him.

  “Before I forget it! I found you a young woman from the village who’s going to be with you all the time when I’m afar, beloved.”

  She jumped slightly, “Suleyman! I don’t need a woman servant. I can occupy himself when you’re away.” She frowned.

  “What about a companion, then or a friend!” He smiled

  She really liked that idea. “Well! I wouldn’t mind having another girl to talk to.”

  As he palmed her cheek, he said, “That’s decided, then. Her name is Anya. She’s an only child of a widow woman. Also, I have to go to Istanbul tomorrow and meet with my father, beloved! It pains me to leave you but Anya, Salim and Ali will be with you.”