Chapter 41 #2
I sealed my lips around it and slathered as much saliva as I could onto it, swirling my tongue the same way I did when I licked her pussy, my eyes never leaving hers.
Her hand caressed the side of my face lovingly. “Good boy,” she whispered.
I melted under her praise.
The handle left my mouth, and she leaned back, adjusted herself slightly to get comfortable, and then the handle disappeared into her tight hole. She moaned, arching her back.
Fucking, fucking, fuck, fuck.
It was a delicious kind of torture, watching her fuck herself with my knife while I was chained to the bed, unable to do anything except watch.
Watch as she palmed one of her breasts, squeezing tightly, wishing it was my fucking hand instead.
Watch as her hips rolled. Watch as the handle went in and out, in and out, wishing it was my cock in that tight little pussy.
It was agonizing. And the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
The chains around my wrists snapped taut as I stretched toward her, trying to get as close as possible. “Please. Please, I’ll be your good boy. I promise. Just please, let me touch you. Let me fuck you.” I was a begging, pathetic mess. I knew that, and I didn’t fucking care.
Lyla’s eyes snapped to me, burning with fire. She threw the knife to the side and climbed on top of me. “Condom?” she asked, getting into position.
I barely had enough common sense left in me to utter, “Side drawer.”
She reached forward, plucked one out, sheathed my cock, and then dropped herself down on me quickly, as if she couldn’t wait another moment to feel me inside of her.
I knew the feeling.
We both moaned at the same time, the overwhelming sensation overtaking us both. Her pussy was hot. Tight. Squeezing my cock with a vicelike grip.
Heavenly.
Pure. Fucking. Heaven.
Lyla started to move. The sight she made…I couldn’t stop looking at her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I breathed out in reverence, pleasure shooting up my spine. I wouldn’t last long. It’d been over three months since I last came. I was built up, ready to explode, especially after the hot fucking show she’d just put on.
Lyla’s hands wound up her body and tangled in her hair. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I moaned.
“Tell me you need me.”
“I need you.”
“Tell me—”
“I love you,” I panted heavily, each bounce on my cock ripping a deep groan from my lips. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” She didn’t even need to tell me to say that. I would have gladly said it on my own. “I’ve loved you for longer than you even realize.”
“Lukyannnn,” she screamed out, her body trembling.
Her pussy clamped down on my cock, rippling around me, the pleasure so intense my ass lifted off the bed.
I thrust upward as my own orgasm ripped into me with such force it took my fucking breath away.
A long, deep, masculine moan rumbled out of my throat, and I fell back down onto the bed.
Lyla followed quickly after, collapsing forward onto my chest.
We both tried to catch our breath. My heart raced, beating so fast I feared it might jump right out of my chest. Lyla placed a soft kiss on my pec before climbing up and unlocking the padlock.
She untwined the chains from around my wrists before settling back right where she was, resting comfortably on top of me.
I wound my arms around her instantly, holding her close. “I missed you so much.”
“Did you?” she asked in a quiet voice.
The hesitation in her voice made me pull back slightly. “Of course I did.” When she didn’t move to look back up at me, I grabbed her chin softly and forced her eyes to me. “Don’t you know how much I love you? How much I can’t get you out of my head? You’re all I think about. Day and night.”
She bit her lip nervously.
“What?” I asked, voice soft. “You don’t believe me?”
Her eyes darted down.
“Don’t do that,” I whispered. “Talk to me, baby.”
“I—” She took a deep breath in as if she was gathering her thoughts. “For the last three months, I thought you didn’t care.”
Hearing that broke my fucking heart. “Baby.” I grabbed her face with both hands, staring deep into her eyes, hoping she could see my sincerity.
“All I’ve done for the last three months is look for you.
I never wanted to leave you. Never. The only reason I did was because of the shit with my grandfather.
As soon as that was handled, I was going to come back to you. ”
“Really?”
“Yes.” I poured as much emotion into that one word as I could.
“There was never any doubt in my mind that you’re the one for me.
I love you more than I could ever put into words.
Ever convey. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing when I go to sleep.
Every part of me yearns for you. My heart.
My soul. My light. It’s yours. It’s all yours.
Forever until the day we die, and beyond that.
You once said ‘we were bound together by forces beyond our control’.
That we were destiny. Fate. You were right, baby.
I was meant to be yours, and you were meant to be mine.
I will never let anything or anyone come between us again. I promise.”
Tears gathered in her eyes. She buried her face into my chest, burrowing into me.
I let her, squeezing her tight. I didn’t blame her for being skeptical.
We’d built such a strong connection, and then when I just left, it had hurt her.
I understood what she was feeling, and I would do whatever I could to make it right.
We laid like that for I didn’t even know how long.
Just enjoying each other’s company. Each other’s presence.
Neither one of us wanting to move. I stroked her head, running my fingers through her hair.
She drew little circles into my skin, the feel of her breath fanning out over my chest setting me completely at ease.
All my life, I’d been searching for something, and I never even realized it.
It was that. That feeling of absolute belonging. Connection. Like I’d found the other half to my soul.
“I’m sorry about your brother,” I whispered softly into her hair. Lyla stiffened in my arms. I tightened my hold on her, fearing she would get up and leave because of the painful topic.
“He wasn’t always like that,” she began in a quiet voice.
“When we were kids, he was the only one who was nice to me. My father used to lock me in the closet whenever I misbehaved. His version of ‘misbehaved’ ranged from not doing as I was told to speaking when I wasn’t spoken to.
The slightest thing would set our father off.
As his firstborn son, Lev had always been exempt from his wrath.
I wasn’t. He would lock me in there, sometimes for days at a time, with no food or water.
Lev was the only one who gave a shit. Not my mother or the maids or soldiers. No-one. Just Lev. Only Lev.”
Hearing what her father used to do to her made me wish I could drag him from his fucking grave just to send him right fucking back. The bastard.
I kept that anger locked away from her, not wanting it to touch her, and continued to rub small circles into her skin with my thumb.
“He used to sneak me food under the door. Sit outside the closet and sing songs to me so I would know he was there. He was my big brother. My protector. And I killed him.” Her voice broke, and along with it, my heart.
“Baby.” I held her even closer, wishing there was some way I could take that pain from her. Endure it myself so she wouldn’t have to. “You know it wasn’t your fault, right?”
She sniffed and lifted her head. Red eyes found mine, shining with tears. “If not mine, then whose?”
“His. You begged Lev to walk away. You begged him to let his revenge go, and he couldn’t.
Your pain that day was clear for everyone to see.
He should have chosen you over his revenge.
He should have wanted to spare you the pain of the choice you had to make, and he didn’t.
He only cared about getting what he wanted.
Nothing else. That’s not your fault.” Her gaze lowered, but I wasn’t having it.
I raised her head up and grabbed her attention once more. “It’s not your fault.”
“It hurts so much.” She sobbed.
Pain lanced at my heart, seeing her so torn up. “I know, baby, I know.” I buried her face into my chest, holding her as tightly as I could as she cried for her brother. “I’m here. I’m here.”
Lyla let go. She grieved the loss of the only family she’d had left, and I held her the whole time, letting her work through it for as long as she needed.
There were no words I could say to make that pain go away.
All she needed was my support, my love, and she had it.
From then until the end of time and beyond.