He…. he was the one….Letting go of the door, I closed my eyes and took a breath, feeling that building rage simmer. Surprised by how fast I was able to do that, I looked down at my hands and realized they weren't shaking. Taking a mental catalog, I realized my body didn’t feel as sluggish as I had been and I was able to control my emotions a little bit better. The only thing I could think of was that I got out of the detox phase.
In fact, I hadn’t thought about blow since she got shot. My mind was so consumed with the shooting and then about her getting better. Sure, I glanced at her pain drugs once or twice, but with Nicu and Cezar right there I quickly let those thoughts go. Now we were heading back home.
Home. A familiar dread filled me, thoughts of going back there, horrors resurfacing. All of it made my skin itch, and the demon rose up in the back of my mind.We can text someone, have them leave some blow in the bathroom at the airport and you can feel so much better. Not let any of that shit affect you. You could protect Kazia better.
Maybe I could–, No!Clenching my fist so hard I thought I would burst a muscle. I took a few breaths, reminding myself that I was not going down that road again. Picturing Kazia’s disappointed face, turning away from me, leaving me. A pounding came from my chest, one that physically hurt, and I knew I couldn't do that. I needed to stay clean, stay sharp in order to help Kazia with our father.
Taking a deep breath, I turned to see Cezar drying his hands and the toy off with a towel. He gave me a knowing smile, patting me on the shoulder, and I immediately hated it.
“You did good, Ion. I officially accept you as second husband.” Turning on his heels, he waved at me, tutting out, “And remember to read the handbook. All violations will come with punishments by me. It's my right, as first husband. I gotta keep the rest of you in line with a firm hand. Don’t want my Roma to sully those perfect hands of hers.”
He shut the door behind him, leaving me in a stupor. Husband? First? Did Kazia know about this? Why did the word ‘first’ bother me more than husband?
Moving back to the shower, I unbuttoned my pants when I saw the wet spot I made. A flash of her breasts rubbing up against me, her hair going wild as she bounced from Cezar fucking her. Her face flushed, her hands gripping my thighs, her labored moans still echoed in my ear.
My cock tightened, and I looked down to see I was already half-hard again. Fuck. I was going to need to rub one out. Do you know how long it's been since I had to do that… with my own hand? It was almost preposterous, but there was no way in hell I was going to sit across from Nicu with my cock in full salute.
Peeling off the sticky fabric, I stepped under the scalding hot water. Scrubbing my face, I realized I'd never delved into that kind of play before. I've dabbled in various kinds of kinks: denial, pain play, dom/brat scenes, praise, and cuckold…. I've even done degradation before…but never had it done to me. Never let a woman have that kind of control over me.
Scratching my head, I tried to make sense of it. Maybe it was because I felt like I owed her, that I knew I stepped over the line that night and wanted to give her control over me. A kind of penance.
I don't think penance should feel so fucking good.
When she pleaded with me, asking me to come to her, my whole body grew stiff, unable to move. Women have always been like that with me. Pleading, begging, hoping. I hated it. I couldn't remember a single one of their faces, not wanting to remember, just there to do a job. To collect secrets and gather intel. It was easy when they were crying and writhing underneath me. Just a job.
What we just did was anything but a job, and I wanted more.
As I stood there, drinking in her body on display, I remember thinking to myself that I didn't deserve her. Couldn’t touch her. Not with these vile, dirty hands.
Then she commanded me to go to the bed, called me a fuckboy, made me feel seen. I couldn't move fast enough.
Closing my eyes, feeling the burning wet trails travel down my body, and I couldn't get her image out of my head. Those small, delicate hands gripping my hair so hard my scalp seared, her creamy thighs enveloping me, the slightly sweet smell of her arousal filling my lungs.
My fingers drifted down my body, fisting my hard cock, pumping up and down furiously. She was already so wet when she sat on my face, practically dripping, and when I ran my tounge around my mouth, I could still taste her. Grunting out, I reveled in her rough treatment, fucking my face as she used me to get off, practically suffocating me with her juices.
Pumping myself in time with my memory, a deep moan fell from my lips.Take off your shirt and lay on your back like a good little fuckboy.Her words bounced around in my head, causing my balls to tighten as my hip thrusted vigorously. I couldn't get enough of her, or her strong, commanding voice in my memory. I just needed a little more, just a little fucking more.
I'm going to use you, fuckboy. I'm going to use your mouth and face to get off, like my own personal toy.
“Oh Fuck! Fuck!” My body clenched up, pleasure surging every cell like a live wire. Shivers run up and down my body before cum shoots out, hitting the wall of the shower.
Slumping forward, the cool tile helped calm me down. I think this woman ruined me in the best of ways, and now, I didn't want to let her go. Was I capable of holding on to her? Of being worth her?
I was an Azadian.Crushing that doubt like the insignificant thought it was. I could do anything if I wanted. Even if I had to go against my father to do it.
“Is she sleeping?”
Nicu kept his head down, tapping away at his tablet as I made my way back to my seat. My older brother gave nothing away, body relaxed, voice level with no inflection, but when his tapping paused after the question, I couldn't help but smile. I guess he wasn't as unaffected as he seemed.
“Ya, she's knocked out for a good little bit.” Crashing into my seat, resting my head back, I closed my eyes. Maybe I could finally rest.
“You good?”
My eyes snapped open, looking at him as he kept tapping away on his tablet, but I could feel his attention on me all the same.Was he asking in general or about…“Ya.” I shrugged it off like it was nothing. He put the device down, looking up at me with a raised brow, and I knew what he was referring to and wasn’t going to let it go. Looking away from him, embarrassed by my weakness which was now so obvious, I mumbled, “I’m fine. Sleeping through the night without the pills anymore.”
He gave me a single nod before moving on. “Since that’s taken care of, let's talk about what’s going on back home.”
What the fuck is it now?Turning my chair towards him, leaning forward on my knees, I gave him my full attention. His lips pulled into his no-nonsense thin line and his back up straight as a nail, everything about him was under control, which ment other things weren’t. Fucking Hell.
