Chapter 20
Moira
“So what did
you think?” I ask Zach as we get back into the black Range
Rover that Randall loaned us for the length of our stay here. He has
several cars that just sit in a huge, climate-controlled garage
detached from his mansion.
“It was
interesting. But I don’t feel any affinity toward it,”
Zach says as he buckles his seatbelt.
We had just exited
the church I had chosen to take Zach to for a Wednesday evening
worship service. We were both dressed casually in jeans and had eaten
at a pizzeria close by for dinner before it started.
“You sound a
little bit disgruntled,” I observe.
Zach shrugs his
shoulders. “I didn’t know what to expect, but it just
seems foreign to me. I mean… I remember some of what my
parents taught me about Christ, and I listened to Father Gaul’s
teachings, but I just don’t have any real connection to it.”
“It’s
understandable,” I tell him as I reach over to squeeze his hand
before I start the car. “I think faith takes practice and you
really haven’t had that.”
“It’s
just not my type of faith,” he asserts.
As I pull out onto
the highway, I ask him, “What is your faith then? What do you
believe in?”
Zach is quiet for a
moment as he stares out the car window. Finally, he says, “I
believe in myself, and I believe in my tribe.”
My heart sinks a bit
hearing this because those are clearly Zach’s two main
loyalties. Every day that goes by, I fall further under his spell. I
want desperately for him to stay here because I’ve become
fiercely attached to him in the short time we’ve been together.
It’s not just the unbelievable sex, and the sad realization
that when he goes, I’ll never have something so amazing ever
again. It’s because as I’ve gotten to know Zach, I’ve
come to understand the purity of his soul and appreciate the courage
with which he has faced this new life of his. He’s kind,
patient, and curious. His laugh comes easily now, and when those blue
eyes turn my way, whether it’s in lust or levity, I immediately
fall slave to the power he holds over me.
He has thoroughly
possessed me, and he has no clue. He has no idea the power he holds,
and he clearly has no idea that my heart is now involved too. I only
wish it weren’t so, because I have a feeling I’m going to
be destroyed when he goes.
“I believe in
you,” Zach says quietly, and my head snaps over to look at him.
He stares back at
me, his eyes shimmering with intensity. I hold his gaze for only a
moment before I have to turn it back to the road.
“You do?”
I ask, my throat tight with emotion over the prospect that maybe he
finds something else within me other than a willing body.
“I do,”
is all he says, but it’s enough for now.
We make a quick stop
at a local drugstore, as I have to pick up a few things like shampoo,
and Zach needs some more razors to shave his face.
He carries the hand
basket while I take my time walking the hair product and cosmetic
aisles. He’s always patient when we go out shopping, and I
expect it’s because he finds extreme interest in it. Not like
most men who would rather be immersed in a tank full of hungry
sharks. But the concept of having your heart’s desire available
at a whim is something that I’m sure Zach won’t be used
to for a while.
While I check out
the shampoo, Zach busies himself with doing the same, popping the
tops and smelling each one. He hands one over to me, and says, “I
like the way this one smells. Buy it.”
I smile because I
know he’ll never lose that commanding presence with me, but I
indulge him. If he likes it, then that makes me happy.
As we walk up toward
the checkout counter, Zach suddenly stops and grabs something from a
display rack. I turn back to look at him, and my eyes go wide when I
see what’s in his hand. He holds it up for me, and I see a
devious glint in his eyes.
A bottle of lube.
He tosses it in the
basket and simply says, “For when I take your ass.”
Oh my word. Will I
ever get used to the way in which a few simple words, or a look, or
even a brushing touch, will cause my heart to beat like a drum and my
panties to immediately soak with need?
He grins at me, and
I can see he thinks he’s shocked me senseless.
“Where did you
learn about lube?” I ask him, aghast. “And how do you
know it’s needed?”
He brushes past me
but not before leaning in and saying, “I’ve been reading
up on it. I don’t want to hurt you, and I felt firsthand how
tight your ass is. I want to make sure I get you good and ready for
when I possess it.”
I almost go up in
flames… right there… in Aisle Five of the drugstore.
As he walks by me,
my mouth hanging open, I impulsively reach out and grab his wrist. He
turns to look back at me, his head tilted to the side.
“Don’t
ever change,” I tell him urgently.
He steps back in
toward me, and his fingers come up to caress my jaw. “What do
you mean?”
“I mean…
I love how sexy you are and how dirty you talk to me, and I love the
way you push at my senses. Just don’t ever change that.”
Zach’s eyes
grow warm, and his lips curve upward. He leans down, kissing me on my
forehead, and my eyes flutter closed at the tenderness of his touch.
“I couldn’t
change if I wanted to,” he murmurs as he pulls back. “You
make me this way.”
When we get back to
Randall’s house, we find him in the library reading the
newspaper. Zach walks in to talk to him for a bit but after bidding
them both a good night, I head up to my room, carrying our purchases
from the drugstore. The bottle of lube seems to weigh a ton in my
hands, and while I’m wildly excited about Zach wanting to do
this to me, I’m a bit terrified as well.
I decide to take a
shower, hoping to relax the sexual tension that I’m sure is
going to have me exploding the minute Zach walks in to my room
tonight. And I know he’s going to be coming to me.
He has every night,
and it’s been amazing. He’s taken me in so many different
ways and given me so many orgasms that I think I may actually be
addicted to sex with him.
By the time I finish
my shower, dry my hair, and slip into a robe, I walk out into my room
to find Zach casually laying on my bed, completely naked with his
hands tucked in that casual pose he loves behind his head.
“Drop the
robe,” he says, watching me hungrily as I let it slither off my
shoulders and down to the floor.
My eyes flick to the
bottle of lube that I had placed on the bedside table and then back
to Zach again. He grins at me deviously, and then pulls a hand out
from behind his head to crook a finger at me.
I walk slowly to the
bed, my eyes raking over his body. He’s already erect and I
wonder if he had been touching himself before I came out of the
bathroom, or is it merely the thought of being with me that does it
for him? His cock is so beautiful… so large that I can’t
close my hand all the way around it, shaded a dusky rose and with
creamy liquid already pearled around the tip. My mouth waters for
just a taste, but I wait to see what Zach wants me to do.
When I reach the
edge of the bed, he reaches a hand out to me, and I place mine in
his. He tugs at me, urging me to climb onto the mattress.
“You’re
so fucking beautiful,” he growls as his eyes focus on mine. His
words caress over me, causing tingles to break out over my skin. He
makes me feel so beautiful… so alive and free.
Taking me by the
waist, Zach pulls me across his body so I’m straddling his
hips. His cock pushes against my backside, but he remains absolutely
still.
Reaching up, his
hands gently cup my breasts, his eyes focused on his work. He pinches
at my nipples, then smoothes the pad of his thumb around them until
they are stiff and aching.
“Tell me,
Moira… do you like it when I order you to do something?”
The shudder that
runs through my body is answer enough for him, but I admit with a
whisper, “Yes.”
“Don’t
you ever want the control?” he asks as his hands continue to
work at my breasts and his gaze remains focused there. A warm flush
creeps through me.
I swallow to make
sure my voice comes out clearly. “Sometimes. But I’m
finding that it’s a huge turn on when you exert your will over
me.”
“How does it
make you feel?”
“Liberated,”
I answer him immediately. “Rather than feeling constrained, I
feel free.”
He makes a low hum
of approval and raises his eyes to mine. “So if I commanded you
to get on your hands and knees right now, lubed up my cock, you’d
give me your ass with no reservations?”
My entire body
quakes with the thought. Even though a hint of fear courses through
me, I admit to him, “Yes.”
Zach’s hands
release my breasts, and he brings one up to curve around the back of
my neck. “Good girl,” he says and then pulls me down to
his mouth where he kisses me deeply. He tastes like mint toothpaste
and some other sweet spice I can’t place as I give back to him
passionately.
Pulling back on my
hair to disengage our lips, he looks at me with dark eyes. “But
just to let you off the hook, I’m not fucking that sweet ass
tonight.”
A rush of breath
escapes my lips and I can’t tell if I’m disappointed or
relieved, but probably a mixture of both. “You’re not?”
He shakes his head
with a grin. “No, you’re too nervous and I’m
thinking a few drinks beforehand will help loosen you up. Besides…
while I very much love ordering you to submit to me, I think in this
instance… I want you begging for it.”
Oh, God. I’m
ready to beg now I think.
Licking my lips, I
rotate my hips against his erection and ask, “Then what do you
want to do tonight?”
Keeping one hand
firmly gripped behind my neck, his other slides between my legs. He
sinks his middle finger deep into me and uses his thumb to press down
on my clit. My body bucks against the touch, and a groan tears free
of my lips. God, he’s gotten so good at this.
“I think,”
he says thoughtfully as his eyes go down to watch the way his hand is