Taeja

29. Chapter 29

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Watching Zain move from between her legs and walk toward his suitcase, she nibbled her bottom lip.

She’d never done anything like this before, and she’d been trying her best to keep around there clean for whenever he eventually asked because she said she would think about it.

Still… Taeja never thought it’d be so soon.

Scared as she was, she was excited. Zain always knew how to show her a good time. She trusted him to do it again.

He returned with a bottle in his hand and a small butt plug. He laid them on the bed beside her. “Turn around.”

Taeja complied. She arched her back, and he fixed it some more — exposing all of her to him. He groped her ass, running his fingers over it, then slapping it. Taeja jerked, surprised yet loving the sting, especially when he rubbed it away.

“I’m not going to fuck you here today,” he said. “But I’m going to start stretching you out, little by little, until you can take me. All of me.”

Taeja’s eyes widened. “ All of you?”

“Yes.” Zain answered almost immediately. He rubbed his finger through her pussy, prodding at her wet hole with a finger while he said, “You’re dripping wet, Taeja. Does the thought of taking my dick up your ass turn you on as much as when I fuck you right… here?” He shoved a finger inside, and a soft whimper passed her lips. “Words. ”

“Yes,” Taeja admitted. “Yes, Zain.”

Humming, he took his finger out of her pussy. He grabbed the lube. She listened as he opened the cap, waiting in sweet anticipation while he got his finger ready. She trembled when he rested it on her asshole, circling it with his finger and getting it ready for him.

“I need you to relax,” he said. “And tell me if it gets too much for you.”

“Okay.” Taeja smiled because of how gentle he was. She loved this side of Zain.

His finger stopped circling and started pressing against the hole. The intrusion was strange. Her ass was tight, putting up much resistance. Zain stopped pressing and used his other hand to tease her clit. Then, he started pressing again… slowly and slowly until he got in the first knuckle.

Still stroking her clit, he asked, “Are you good?”

Taeja nodded. “Yes.”

Zain hummed, and took his finger out. She heard the lube open again and this time it was two fingers he pressed against her asshole. The gentle rubbing on her clit eased her muscles, and both fingers slipped in much easier this time. He thrust his fingers in and out of her slowly while rubbing her clit.

“Fuck, Taeja,” he forced out. “Your ass is so fucking tight, I don’t know how my dick will fit.”

“You’ll fit,” she said. “I… I trust you.”

“Good… That’s it, relax,” he coached, slowly inching his fingers further inside until they were buried inside her ass.

She could feel how wet her pussy was. With him touching her back there… a place so naughty that she never thought of using… and making it so sensual. She wanted him to fuck her there now, but she knew she had to wait. Be patient like he said. The pleasure he was building up to would be worth it.

Zain stopped teasing her clit while still stretching her ass. “I’m going to put the plug in.”

“Okay,” she said, feeling him carefully remove his fingers. She saw him take the plug off the bed, along with the lube.

A moment passed before he inserted it into her ass. Slowly and carefully, just like he did with his fingers. It was slightly bigger than his two fingers, but she relaxed enough for him to slip the butt plug all the way in.

“You were so good,” he said while rubbing her ass. “How does it feel?” he asked, flipping her over to lie on her back. He wiped his fingers against his shirt while staring down at her.

Taeja could feel the metal press against her walls. It almost felt like Damon’s dick piercing in her pussy. It rubbed her the same, and it felt… “Great.”

Zain smirked, dropping to his knees before her. Without warning, his head disappeared between her thighs. His tongue flattened against her clit, tasting her for the first time. It traced her bud, along her slit, and into her dripping hole.

“Oh,” Taeja moaned. She gripped his locs, tugging and pulling them as Zain quickened his pace.

He ate her into oblivion. Using two fingers to thrust into her pussy while he lapped at her swollen clit.

Taeja was a moaning, squirming mess. Her climax was near, and she had to force herself not to tighten her legs around him. “Mm,” she moaned. “Faster.”

Zain thrust another finger inside her. Stretching her pussy. Caressing her walls. Treating her to a good time as her walls tightened around him.

Jumbled words left her mouth as her orgasm took control of her, arching her back off the bed and making her legs shake. “Ah!” she screamed, dropping onto the bed with a huff.

She breathed heavily as she watched him stand.

Zain was hard again.

Taeja gulped.

No matter how many times she saw it, his dick was still scary to her. And she promised herself to him, so now she’d be a good girl and take it. Take it all.

Zain lifted her off the bed and laid her on the tiled floor. He took her hands in his and held them above her head. “Hold it.”

Taeja looked above her head, seeing the foot of the dresser. She wrapped her hand around it, and Zain found something to tie her hands with. Then, he moved back between her thighs. He laid his dick on her stomach. Taeja looked down at it, once again impressed by his size.

“When I fuck you, you don’t cry for God.” He took his dick off her and rubbed it between her pussy, getting it slick with her juices. “You cry for me.”

“Zain!” she exclaimed at the top of her lungs as he suddenly thrust inside her, barely giving her time to prepare. Her pussy stung. A pleasurable pain.

Zain smirked. “That’s the name.”

Then he started to fuck her. Hard and fast. Sending her into a burgeoning frenzy. Driving her senseless.

She was so full with his dick in her pussy and the plug in her ass.

Her grip tightened around the post as she moaned, barely holding onto the sanity that this man was stripping away from her. With each powerful thrust. Sexy grunt. Suck to her overly sensitive nipples.

He curled his fingers around her neck, squeezing her throat — not too lightly, but tight enough that she couldn’t breathe unless it was his will.

Zain looked ethereal above her. His eyes dilated like he was looking his salvation in the eye. He was hitting her cervix, and it was painful, but damn, did she crave that pain. She loved how she had no choice but to stay there and helplessly take what he gave her.

Taeja locked a leg around him, bringing him closer as he gave her every inch of his dick. He pressed his thumb on her lip, playing with it before sticking it in her mouth. She wanted to suck it, but she couldn’t. Her mouth was too occupied with screaming for him at the top of her lungs.

“Faster,” she begged, her voice foreign to her ears.

The dresser was banging against the wall, so when something fell with an almost deafening crash, it didn’t surprise her.

She was too high in ecstasy to even care what it was.

Her boyfriends were rich, they could buy it back.

“I’m close, I’m close,” she panted.

“Scream for your god, Taeja.”

“Mm, Zain!”

“Yeah.” A thrust. “Scream for me.” Another hard thrust that made her come so hard, she saw stars behind her closed eyes. “You look so beautiful coming on my dick,” Zain said, fucking her through her orgasm until she came down from her high .

Her legs and arms fell limp. Her chest quickly raised and fell. She thought Zain would come soon and give her aching pussy a break, but she thought wrong.

Zain was only just getting started.

He untied her from the post, but kept her hands restrained as he turned her to the side. He was on his knees and both her legs were thrown over his right side. Zain fucked her hard and fast from the side, on her back, made her ride him, and twisted her body in ways she didn’t know was possible.

She came once. Twice. Three times. Then, he flipped her onto her belly and fucked her savagely.

Her legs were so weak, even with him holding her up as he slammed himself inside her, Taeja couldn’t maintain her arch.

Zain used her like a rag doll.

Until he reached his end, pulling out and emptying on her back.

Exhausted beyond repair, Taeja collapsed onto the floor and shut her eyes. “I need a wheelchair and life support.”

Zain chuckled from behind her.

“I’m… so… serious,” she panted.

She heard movement and lazily peeked open an eye to watch him. Zain didn’t look half as tired as her. She was sure that if she wasn’t lying half dead on the floor with cum all over her skin, he would’ve taken her until she passed out.

Damn. Was this man a stallion? His stamina was crazy.

As a matter of fact, both he and Damon could go rounds back-to-back if they truly wanted to. And she had to deal with them for the rest of her life? Her pussy would need detailed repair by the time they were done with her.

“Come,” Zain said, stooping to lift her in his arms. Taeja wrapped her legs around him and laid her head on his shoulder. He stepped toward the door.

“Zain,” she said groggily. “I don’t want my mom to see us naked.”

“It’s fine,” Zain said. “Damon’s probably doing something else for her because he’s good at what he does, so they would’ve been back by now.”

She shook her head. “No,” she said, making him pause at the door. “I’m tired. I want to sleep. Everywhere hurts.”

He kissed the side of her head. “I’m sorry. ”

“Don’t apologize. I liked it… Loved . I loved it,” she said, lazily smiling as he laid her on the bed. She spread her legs wide, feeling the cool air from the open window brush against her tender flesh.

Zain gave her a small smile. “You were great. Now get some rest.”

Nodding, her heavy eyelids fluttered closed. Before she surrendered to the darkness, she vaguely sensed Zain leaving the room… reentering… his hands on her body… and something incoherent being whispered into the air.

Hours later, she woke up from her sex-induced coma. Sitting up with a stretch, she looked around the room. She smiled, remembering all that happened hours ago, and it widened some more when she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror.

Her usual afro was braided into two long braids. She was in fresh clothing. She didn’t feel the plug in her ass.

“Him need fi stop fuck mi so good so I can see when he does all these nice things,” Taeja said.

She wondered what Zain did for aftercare aside from standing in the shower and handing her everything she needed while silently watching her.

Damon always ran her a lavender bath. Sometimes, he’d crawl into the bath with her and give her long kisses until she fell asleep while he whispered how much he loved her.

She wondered if Zain was the same. He probably was a big softie beneath his whole tough-boy exterior.

Smiling at the thought, she crawled out of the bed and limped out of the room. There wasn’t anyone in the living room, but she heard laughing drifting from the veranda. She headed there.

Cassedi and Damon were talking and laughing while freeing gungo peas from their shells. Zain was walking in circles on the driveway, throwing a small ball at the pavement and catching it. He had his earbuds in.

“Hey, baby girl,” Cassedi said, and Damon looked in Taeja’s direction. “How are you feeling?”

Taeja’s brows creased. “Huh?”

“We came back and saw you sleeping. Zain told me you didn’t feel well.”

Taeja blushed and looked away. She felt great, but she couldn’t tell Cassedi that. “I’m fine now.”

Cassedi smiled. “Okay, come sidung there so and help we shell dem peas here. Sister Pansy’s husband come back from bush, so dem seh mi fi come fi some. Damon followed me and we stayed longer than I planned.”

Damon chuckled as Taeja slowly sat beside him. “She told Sister Pansy what I did, so I was down there working on updating an old computer.”

Taeja’s mouth dropped. “What? That old core system could handle it?”

“Surprisingly. I had to run it through a lot of programs that could extract the files for the update, but you know me.” He winked.

Taeja bit her lip and looked away. If her mother wasn’t here, she’d tell Damon how much his flaunting his smarts made her pussy throb. He could really swoon her with his brain.

Cassedi, oblivious to their sly flirting, smiled. “Sister Pansy is very thankful. So thankful she tried pairing him with her daughter,” Cassedi said, and Taeja raised a brow, her tongue growing hot for this ‘Sister Pansy’. “But, baby girl, mi grab up Damon isi. Mi mek Sister Pansy know that is my son-in-law— Nuh my phone that a ring? Sorry mi deh.” Cassedi stood and hurried inside.

Damon dusted his hands off and threw an arm over Taeja’s shoulder. “I heard you had the time of your life.”

Taeja blushed, glancing at Zain, who was arguing with someone again. She looked back at Damon. “I’m sore, Damon. I can barely walk.”

“I’ll carry you on my back if you need me to. Just don’t fall off.” Damon burst out laughing.

Taeja gasped and punched him in the side. Damon held his side, tears coming to his eyes as he laughed.

“Yu know seh mi hate yu!”

“Like you hate this picture?” He pulled his phone out and showed her his lock screen, then started loudly laughing again .

Seeing a picture of her hanging upside down on the tree, Taeja glared. “Yu better hope nun embarrassing nuh happen to yu round me.”

Getting control of himself when Cassedi returned, Damon said, “That’s never going to happen.”

Cassedi sat on the chair she was in moments prior. “Baby girl, I hope you don’t mind, but some of our family is coming over here.”

“Why would I mind?” Taeja asked. “It’s your house.”

“I know, but everything happened suddenly. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel—”

Taeja smiled. “Cassedi, it’s fine . Do I know them?”

“You met two of them before, Wayne and Sakara, but you probably won’t remember Sakara. Then there’s ZsaZsa, that’s Sakara’s baby. You’ll love them,” Cassedi promised, and Taeja nodded.

Taeja wasn’t worried about loving them, she was worried about them loving her. She could only imagine all the hate spewed by her grandmother about Jerry before she passed away. Surely the newer generation inherited that hate?

Wanting to distract her mind until they arrived, she continued helping Cassedi and Damon. Zain moved to the backyard moments before Taeja’s family arrived.

“Evening,” Sakara greeted. She was a beautiful black girl that looked and smelled expensive. She had a small child in her hand, who she put to her feet once she was close enough.

ZsaZsa ran toward Cassedi. Cassedi pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheeks.

“Evening,” Wayne said, looking everywhere except at Taeja.

“Evening,” Taeja said with a shy smile.

Sakara laughed. “A me and you used to play with dolly ino, Tae.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember,” Taeja apologized.

“That’s fine.” Sakara sat on the stair below the one Taeja sat. She smiled at Damon. “And who’s this?”

“Her boyfriend,” Damon stated proudly.

“One of…” Taeja muttered, deciding to get it out into the air.

“One of?” Sakara asked, and Taeja nodded. “Oh…”

An awkward silence fell over the group, and Taeja inched closer to Damon. She wasn’t ashamed. No one could shame her for her relationship. She chose this life. However, it didn’t take away from the sadness she felt after seeing disapproval mixed with disgust on Sakara’s face.

Cassedi broke the silence. “Look, ZsaZsa, this is your cousin.”

Sakara smiled at her daughter, her disgust washing away. “Come say hi, baby,” she urged, but ZsaZsa looked away from them, focusing on playing with the hem of Cassedi’s blouse. Sakara sighed and said to Taeja, “She doesn’t take a liking to people too easily.”

“Oh,” Taeja said, offering her younger cousin a smile, which ZsaZsa ignored.

“Alright, Sakara, tek her from me. I’m going to shower so I can hurry to the setup, help, and carry back food for my daughter and her boyfriends .”

“A dead yard food yaa feed the foreigner dem, Aunty?” Sakara asked.

Cassedi placed her hands akimbo. “Yes. It’s the same food.”

“Mr. Valery duppy a help season dat deh pot deh,” Sakara said.

Wayne laughed. “Dead yard food dem deserve.”

Taeja’s brows crinkled as she looked at Cassedi. “We don’t mind.”

“Well, I do.” Sakara stood. “Let me bring you guys to get some real yaad food.”

Cassedi sighed. “Alright, mek mi go see if mi have any likkle shillings—”

“I’ll pay,” Damon offered, and Cassedi smiled at him. He stood, then helped Taeja to her feet. “Are you okay?”

Taeja nodded. “Let me go ask Zain what he wants.”

Damon nodded, and she walked as normally as she could to the backyard. Zain was burning a hole in the ground as he stormed back and forth, barking at whosoever was on the other line. Taeja gulped, wondering if she should turn and run away. She stood a short distance from him, yet she felt anger roll off him in waves. She hoped he didn’t plan on taking his anger out on her again. Her body still ached; her pussy needed a break.

“Zain,” she hesitantly called out, despite knowing that he saw her from the moment she appeared. “Sorry for both—”

“Just talk, Taeja,” he hissed and stopped pacing to fix his angry eyes on her.

Taeja’s mouth and heart dropped. He had no right speaking to her this way! Whatever this was must’ve been getting to him, so she’d excuse his behavior.

“Sorry for interrupting,” she apologized. “We’re going to a cookshop. Do you want anything?”

“Yeah.”

Her brows raised. “What do you want?”

“What you’re having.”

Nodding, she turned to walk away. She hated leaving him in a strange environment when he was boiling with the rage of a thousand men. But there wasn’t much she could do now — she knew he wouldn’t touch her while she was still this sore.

So, she left him there and entered Wayne’s vehicle. Wayne drove off with dancehall music playing in the background.

Watching Sakara bob ZsaZsa on her lap, Taeja asked, “What do you do?”

“A lot of things,” Sakara replied. “I’m a social media influencer, and I model hair and clothes. It helps me with dental school. You?”

“An intern at his company,” Taeja said, glancing at Damon.

“That’s how you met?”

“We met at a club.”

Sakara’s brows furrowed as she stared at Damon. “You don’t look like the clubbing type.”

Damon shrugged. “I’m not. I was just trying to have fun with my brother.”

“I see…”

“What do you do, Wayne?” Taeja asked. She hoped he wasn’t still beating himself up about earlier. How could he know they were cousins?

“I carry tourists for a hotel and do rafting,” Wayne said.

Sakara said, “You should carry them rafting before they leave. When are you—”

“Thursday morning,” Taeja said, and Sakara frowned.

“That’s not a lot of time to do anything, but I’ll think of some places if you’re down for it,” Sakara said, and Taeja nodded.

Minutes later, they arrived at the cookshop. Sakara ordered the food, then they were off again. Staring at her phone, Sakara hissed.

“Is everything okay?” Taeja asked.

“I have a practical tomorrow, and my friend had something come up. It’s going to take forever for me to find someone to fill in—”

“I can do it,” Taeja offered.

“Are you sure?” Sakara asked. “I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“It’s fine,” Taeja assured. She wanted to spend some time with Sakara.

“Okay. Thanks, I appreciate it. When we get back to Aunty, I’ll let you know what time you should be ready.”

Taeja nodded, leaning her head off Damon’s shoulder as they arrived at Cassedi’s. The first thing she noticed was that Zain wasn’t in the house. He was still in the backyard. She shared some food and brought it to him, then returned to the front yard. She chatted and laughed with her cousins, and even Wayne relaxed completely.

After she finished eating, Cassedi said, “It’s late now. I’ll go over to Mr. Valery.”

“Let me get ZsaZsa to bed. When Jaheim comes for her, I’ll come over there,” Sakara said before heading into the house.

“Are you coming?” Cassedi asked Taeja.

Taeja shook her head. She didn’t want to leave Zain again.

“How about you, Damon?” Cassedi asked.

“Sure.” Damon stood while looking at Taeja. “Text me if you need me, okay?”

Taeja nodded and watched them leave. She went to the backyard. Zain was off the phone now, finishing the last of his drink.

Cautiously, she sat on the chair beside him. “Are you okay?”

Zain sighed heavily. “Yeah.”

“That nuh sound like yu okay, Zain.”

He didn’t answer, and she gulped, unsure what to do. She hated that something was bothering him. She’d never seen him this angry about anything. So, she did something she thought would help him.

“I love you…” Taeja whispered, so low she was afraid he wouldn’t hear her over her pounding heart.

But he did.

Because he froze. His eyes widened as he looked at her.

Then, Zain said, “I don’t love you.”