Chapter Twenty-Two
RUN LIL’MOTHERFUCKER
HASSAN
I watch my little menace run. A smile spreads across my face despite my fury. For the first time since that night I thought my world was over, I feel at ease.
She fucked up, thinking to leave me. I’ve heard all the excuses as Ghad, FADE and even Sadiq tried to plead her case. How it looked. I don’t give a fuck. She took me inside her body. She knows my soul. I’ve bared it to her.
Thinking those first twenty-four hours she and Ayaan were dead were enough to make me kill myself. It wasn’t until I got the footage of them taking her did I realize she’d been taken. Then I waited for a ransom demand. When none came, it knew it was some sort of so-called rescue. Prosper Shipmoore is out of commission, so I reached out to FADE to see who cared about Lyric enough to foolishly try to take her from me. He put Ghad and Hisashi Takeda on the case and they discovered the intricate plan that made it look like I put a hit on my wife and kid. Though I don’t know who the culprit is, I found out who took the job. My old friends from the Savalle Syndicate. I would never guess they would take the job, though the amount of three hundred million was enough for them to forego their rule of no women and kids.
Now I find my wife not only safely ensconced in one of their compounds, but being pampered. This is more than a crush. One of these motherfuckers is in love with her. I came here to kill either Nikko or Oz’s ass, then fuck her in their blood as they bled out while either or both of them still twitched.
They did the smart thing leaving, but they will pay for inferring in my family’s business.
My watch chimes. “Times up, Sparrow.” Calling out into the night, I slip on my night vision goggles.
Tracking her is so easy. A natural hunter, our father trained us with the Bedouins, then the Gendarmerie and our palace secret forces.
She never had a chance, not then, not now. My shit gets hard just thinking about how I’m going to punish her.
The scent of the vanilla rose is quick to pick up. The sweet southern scent is not common in Western Cape’s earthiness. It’s too delicate, just like her.
I don’t let her supposed softness fool me. She’s a powerful woman in her own right. I was foolish to believe because she gave herself to me she wouldn’t unsheathe her ruthlessness and eviscerate my soul. She did. Now I will have recompense with every inch of her body.
She’s clever. I smile, pulling out the wrap she tucked into a brush. Bring it to my face as I inhale.
“Fuck,” I groan, burying my face in the scent of the body butter and that which is uniquely her.
Casting my gaze to the ground, I notice her footprints. Using the quietness learned from my various training — Bedouins know how to track without leaving footprints in the sand or make noises to startle desert animals they need to sustain their tribes. Drawing back on that knowledge, I follow those little feet as they lead me deeper in Oz’s managerie.
Glowing eyes of Oz’s pet jaguar, Onyx meets mine as it lazily snacks on a gazelle high in a branch.
She passed this way, not even noticing him until too late from what I can tell by the way her foot prints dart with a heavier impression on the right heel as she switched direction.
“Little idiot.” I mutter, promising I’ll teach her about taking care in an unfamiliar country after disciplining her for leaving me in the first place.
An amalgamation of lust and fury spur me onward. Her scent teases me with each step I take closer to her.
I almost pass her. Good girl, she hid herself well. Circling back I wait for her to come back in the opposite direction.
“Got you.” I say over the high-pitched screech as she runs right into me.
Her heart is beating out of her chest. The little piece of nothing she has on is clinging to every inch of her plump body from her exertions. Nipples budded and hard like diamonds pierce the fabric. My mouth waters, my dick firms pressing hard against my pants.
“Let me go.” She pants but her pupils are blown. She wants this. Maybe even needs it.
“I bet your pussy says different.” She bites her bottom lip. She knows the truth, just as I do.
Stopping myself from kissing her, I give into the need to punish. “Get on your fucking knees.” Pressing her down, I watch through slitted lids as she obeys.
Something in me kicks into gear as she unzips my pants, taking my dick out. “Open.” Tugging her loose ponytail back, I watch as she licks those juicy ass lips. Taking me in hand, she laves the head, her tongue fat and pink licking the precum slipping from the head. She doesn’t miss a drop. Catching each before they fall.
“Stop playing with me,” I growl, widening my stance. Gripping the other side of her head, I press deep into her throat. Her gaze is soft when it meets mine.
“Hot ass motherfucker.” My eyes roll back as the hot warmth of her mouth encases me. My toes curl from the sensations bracketing my body. Rocking back, I plunge again, slowly fucking her mouth. Her throat is welcoming and a furnace. Tight wetness mingles with the swirl of her tongue is the stuff of dreams.
“Such a good little cumslut, letting your husband have his throat the way I want it.” I look down, watching her beautiful eyes spill from her efforts. Her work and dedication won’t be rewarded, though. This is not about pleasure, but punishment. I tap her cheek, making her open wider, angling so she can take more. Her gawk and gag have a mix of tears and wet spilling down the neck and saturating her pretty titties and tummy.
“Fucking beautiful, but you have more work to do.” Dragging her up I turn her away in a swift motion. “Touch your toes.” She shivers at my command, yet acquiesces beautifully.
Flipping up the gown, I speak with dispassionate succinctness, “We’ll test your limits, since you’re such a bad bitch running from me.” Dragging her panties to the side, I notch the head of my dick at her entrance.
“Shh,” Slowly pushing in on a groan, I promise, “I’m never going to hurt your lil’mama. I’m just going to ruin you.”
The curve of her back dips as she relaxes around my length, allowing me to drive deeper. “That’s it. She can take me. She missed me.” Her pussy slicks at my words. “Jameela, look at how well you doing. Fuccck.”
Thrusting, I bottom out much quicker than I thought. “This motherfucker is so fat, so wet.” The sounds our bodies make are so illicit, even in the darkness of the wilderness. A symphony of wetness of our bodies slapping together.
My grip on her hips is going to leave bruises but the way I’m beating this pussy up, it’s either hold her tight or risk her flying into the ground.
Ass jiggling as she takes me, “Hassan,” keeps erupting from her beautiful lips like it’s a litany of love.
I don’t let it faze me.
“Uh-uh, take this motherfucker you ran from.” Slapping her ass in tandem, I watch it jiggle and shake. She bounces on my dick like a champ.
I feel my crisis rise. Just as I feel her pussy starts clenching as she nears her own climax. I pull out.
Immediately, she drops to her knees.
“So good, sparrow.” I cup her head as she down my dick. “Don’t swallow.” I growl, letting my nut flow into her mouth in hot, heavy spurts.
“Let me see.” The liquid honey of her gaze meets mine as she opens her mouth.
“Swallow.” Not missing a drop, she does as I command.
“You don’t get to come.” Taking her hand, I drag her behind me to the compound.
She’s been squirming in her sleep all night. Poor baby is uncomfortable. After she pleasured me, we came back here to shower together. I edged her in the shower, taking my fill of her pussy in slow drags, then reacquainting myself with the delicious taste of her.
Every time she got close, I stopped, slowing, taking my attention elsewhere while she begged for me to complete her.
“Nah,” I shook my head. “I bet you couldn’t satisfy my pretty little pussy. She’s weeping for me now.” I mocked her with a sigh, though it was a struggle. Which only made me more determined to punish her for running. Not trusting me as she should. I’ve vowed to find those responsible, and I won’t rest until I do.
I know how it looks, but I don’t care, she’s knows me now. She knows we fit, is aware of all I will do to keep and protect her and Ayaan.
I rooted out those within the palace who thought to harm her. The ones who orchestrated this could have only done so because of the concert.
Baba’s and Sadiq’s investigations showed out-of-state actors, but I know it’s closer to home and if my suspicions hold true, I will be putting more work in.
Once the news Lyric and Ayaan are alive and not under the rubble hits the news all hell will break loose. Another attempt will be made, and this time I’ll have a trap well laid in advance.
Those responsible won’t try to retaliate against the Savalles. No, they wouldn’t be so careless. My connection to the Bastard Brothers is only known to those closest to me. They took the anonymous job to save Lyric’s life. I want to know why. How is she connected to Nikko Savalle and why the fuck is he so protective of my wife? That shit still grates, though she’s assured me they were childhood friends and she thought he was dead — FADE did, too. Whatever the reason or the debt he feels he owes them, he’s inserted himself in my business and for that, there will be a reckoning.
My messy ass little songbird is paying for her distrust beautifully. She squirms so needily. I bite back a chuckle, not wanting her to know that I’m awake and very aware of her dilemma. Poor baby needs to come so badly.
She shifts, sneaking her hands between her legs. I watch her through the fringe of my lashes. Slowly inching her hand down, she pauses here and there to make sure my breathing hasn’t changed.
Patient as a cobra, I wait until she reaches her prize. I even let her play for a few seconds.
“Aht, aht.” She stiffens as my lips brush her ear lobe. Tugging the soft flesh into my mouth, I nip, making her startle then suck, causing delicious little shivers to wrack her body.
Pressing my length into the crevice of her ass, I tsk, “You know you are forbidden from playing with my pussy.”
“Please,” she begs so prettily.
“Nah, I don’t think so. You haven’t learned not to defy me yet, songbird.”
Rising from the bed, I leave her going to the bag I brought the items to carry out her discipline.
“What are you doing?” Gasping, she tries to grab the silken rope I use tying her to the bedpost.
“Punishing you. Now be a good little wife for me and lay back and take what you’re owed like a good girl.” I screw her with a look of promised cruelty.
“What are you going to do?” she asks instead of demanding or telling me to stop.
“Do you trust me?” Sitting back on my hunches, I wait for her answer.
She’s already nodding.
“Your actions said otherwise. So this will be your first lesson.” Smoothing my hands down her silken legs, I watch her expression closely for signs of distress. “I know you’ve only had yourself in private matters. Now you have me. You need to learn there is no one who will have your best interests at heart more than me. You’re a kinesthetic learner. So just as in other ways, I will put trusting me into practice as often as you need in the privacy of our bed until I drive the point home.” Rubbing up and down her legs, I soothe and comfort her. She’s a little jumpy.
“How are we doing, jameela?” Her mouth takes on a mutinous little pout at my question.
“I had no choice but to leave, you know that.”
“You had access to a phone and the internet when you got here.” Slowly shaking my head, I give her the soft reprimand.
“The argument was compelling.” The distraction of my hands stroking over her tummy and up to her breasts makes defending herself harder.
“You’ve made my point, sparrow.” Tweaking her nipples, makes her bite her lip. “What do you say when you need me to stop?”
“Rahma.” comes the soft reply.
“Good fucking girl.” Leaning forward, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. Her mouth is still sweet from brushing her teeth. She’s so quick to open for me. I love that shit. Groaning, I lose myself in the delicate kiss she gifts me. Soft sips of lips move into heavy tangles of tongues and damn if she doesn’t have me regretting my mission. Settling over her, I nestle into the heated wetness of her soft pussy. The head of my dick spills pre-cum in amounts so copious I may as well have a full nut.
Pulling back, marveling at the sight of our juices smeared together, making her fat pussy look glazed is enough to make me quit if I were a weaker man.
Still, I have a better idea.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I leave the bed. Ignoring her anguished cry of having her climax denied, I go back to the bag.
Lyric is damn near vibrating from her need for release. “I have something special for you, wife.” I place two silver bullet vibes on her soft tummy.
Taking the lube, I slather them both. Watching her eyes round. “You will trust me to pleasure you in every space and in every way. Open for me, beautiful.”
“Hassan,” she pants with fear and eagerness. Her chest rising and falling like a hummingbird’s wings.
“Shh, I got you.” Focusing on my task, easing the vibrator into her slick pussy, I assure her.
“I know I haven’t taken your ass yet, but I need to train you for my dick first. Relax and push down.” As she presses down, I push the silver bullet in until she fully accepts it in her tight little hole.
“That motherfucker looks so pretty. Keep them open for me, sweet sparrow.”
She paints the most erotic picture with both her holes filled so beautifully. Legs trembling, she does as I ask. “You’re taking them so well.” Taking the phone I pull up the app, I move it to the second lowest setting. Her body arches as if she’s been hit by electricity for a hard second. Dropping back onto the duvet, she fucks the air, body dancing on the bed as she grinds against the sensations. Her arms strain against the binds as she uses them for leverage in her frenzy seeking bliss.
I watch her. She’s in a world of her own. “Keep your legs open, jameela. Let me see you fucking that pretty pussy.” I encourage her to drive me toward my own private hell.
Her pussy is drenched. The lips swelling, her fat clit popped free of its hood, begging for a touch, a lick, a spanking.
“Damn.” Watching her, I’m mesmerized. I’v never felt so jealous of an inanimate object in my life. Never wanted to be anything other than Price Hassan Al Rasheed in my life, but right now I want to be a fucking silver bullet being drowned in my wife’s pussy.
Stepping towards her, about to take the vibes out, my phone rings with a particular tone my brother only ever uses in the case of an emergency.
I grab a robe tossed over the foot of the bed. “Yeah,” belting the robe, I ask, taking a seat that the bottom of the bed, gaze never leaving the magnificent view of my lovely sparrow fucking herself.
“We have a lead.” He informs me.
“Okay.” Taking the bullets up to level three, I watch her body quaver as mini climax, after mini climax hits her. Hands pulling at the binds, she arches. Slumping back into the bed, she looks down at me. “Hassan?”
Disbelief rife in every syllable. I hold my finger to my lips, silencing her.
“Wassup?” turning back to the conversation at hand.
“Are you fucking?” The dry chuckle makes me smirk.
“Indeed. It’s important, is it not?” Admitting with boredom, I don’t feel. I take the dial back but to level two, watching as her thick little body starts humming again. She’s had enough of a reprieve. Her bottom clenches. Her pussy quivers. I’m captivated.
“Okay, I’ll make it quick so you can get back to your make-up session.” He laughs outright this time.
“I appreciate that, twin.” Reaching out I take one of her feet, pressing the erogenous zone behind her ankle and the center of the foot.
She stiffens momentarily, then relaxes into my touch. “Ohmygoodness,” her body quakes on the word as a tiny orgasm hits her.
She’s so slick now. Her tight little pussy is practically pulsating. The sweet muskiness emanating from her has me licking my lips.
“Ahem, okay, well, Ghad and Hasashi have narrowed it down to three possible opps.” He says over the line, giving me the names he’s checking out. None are a surprise. “When I know for sure I will let you know.”
“Shukran.” Hanging up after thanking him, I toss the robe on a nearby couch.
“I can’t believe you answered the phone.” She’s upset, but it won’t last.
“Your safety comes first.” Moving to the head of the bed, I take the robe off. Using her limited mobility, I turn her towards me. She gazes at me with pupils blown with desire.
“I know you’ll take care of us.” Instinctively I know she means it.
“Yeah?” I murmur, looking down into the umber of her gaze.
Taking her lips again, I reward her with a kiss and she blesses me right back. Soaking in the vulnerability and trust she’s rewarded me, I feel my heart expand to a frightening degree. This woman slays me.
The kiss deepens and soon I find myself settling back between luscious thighs she’s kept open for me.
“Such a good ass wife. Keeping this pussy open. Shall I kiss it?” Moving my hand between us. I take out the vibe nestled inside of her luscious pussy.
“Umm, no. I just want you, Hassan.” She begs so adorably.
“Damn girl,” Notching the head of my dick at her entrance, I push in at a painstakingly slow pace, stretching her to fit me as I go. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Her body still welcomes me, sucking me in like the greedy little thing it is. I turn the vibe still nestled in her ass up to three.
My toes curl as heat and wetness surround me. She envelopes me in the snuggest hug, nearly strangling my dick. I’d gladly die like this if it meant never leaving the comfort of her arms.
Reaching up, I loosen the binds. Immediately, her arms encircle me. Legs wrapping around me as best she can, she allows me to sink deeper. Bottoming out, I revel in the closeness, the feel of our bodies meshed together. Like this, there is no beginning to her and no end to me. We are one.
“Incredible.” She kisses my neck, sucking the flesh there into her mouth hard, marking me.
Sliding out, I slam back. Relishing the click of her teeth. She bites me in response. The sting makes my dick kick. I slam home again, bottoming out in her hot little snatch.
This motherfucking snapdragon grabs me like it doesn’t want to let go. My ass cliches trying to hold back the nut she’s trying to choke out of me.
“Fucck, you taking me so good, Sparrow.” Fucking her deep and long, I bring her leg up high over my arm as I hit her A-spot.
“T-too much. I can’t take it.” She stammers, trying to hold me back, pressing on my abdomen.
“Fuck that.” I growl slow-rolling into that spot. “You can and you will.” Making her take me, I hit the deepest part of her fat ass pussy. The gush of that sweet spot of hers feels like heaven. The muscles spasming as her resistance gives away to bliss is nearly my undoing.
“Come with your man, lil’mama.” I demand fucking her hard now. Damn, I’m close. Tiny nails grip and rake my ass as I pound my pleasure home.
“Has-san.” She cries, her pussy clenching as she creams all over me.
Hot jets of my come bathe her easing my way. So caught up I can’t stop, my hips piston into her again, and again. Stars dance behind my eyes as I put my seed into my pretty little wife.
Rolling to the side, I pull her over me. Our bodies still in engage, I can still feel her spasms as she comes down from her climax.
“You’re amazing, sparrow.” Pressing soft kisses on her forehead, I ease the vibe out of her bottom.
I say the words, I should have before. “You’re an amazing mother. The choice you made for Ayaan was the right one at the time. You didn’t know me then. I broke your trust that nigh though I didn’t know it at the time. You were perfectly within your rights not to trust me then.” Cupping her face, I make her look at me. “I will never betray you, Lyric, in any way. I made vows to you when I made you my wife. I vow now, I will never break them.”
Tears well, in her eyes. She presses her forehead to mine. Her next words slaying me.
“Habibi.”