Kairus
“You’re changing, my friend,” Nolan mentioned once we were in the air.
I kept my eyes on my tablet in front of me, mentally running the numbers on my screen.
“Are you gonna tell me what you mean or just keep staring at me?” I didn’t have to look at him to know he had an obnoxious grin on his face.
“I’ve never seen you so protective of a woman before. Hell, we’ve shared our fair share over the years.”
That statement made me snatch my eyes up and glare at him. “Azeira is not up for sharing.” I shut him down, in case that was where he was headed.
He smirked. “Of course not, but you’re proving my point. You care for her?” His head tilted. He studied me as if I was a foreign creature he’d never seen before. “I’ve never in our thirty-two years of life seen you act like this with a woman. Even before the accident you never cared to get too close to a woman, only using them as something to get off with.”
“She’s mine,” I stated.
Nolan waved me off. “Yeah, yeah I get it. She’s yours. Growl, growl. No one else touches her. Save the barbarian act because we both know that’s not what I mean.”
I didn’t consider myself to be friendly. Nolan was the closest thing I had to a friend. We grew up together, learned the business together, and caused a lot of havoc together. He knew more about me than anyone else so hearing his take on Azeira wasn’t completely off base.
I cleared my throat. Suddenly my tie seemed too tight around my neck. I adjusted it and shifted slightly.
“What’s your point?”
He shrugged. “Just want you to admit it. You have feelings for her, don’t you?”
When I didn’t respond right away, Nolan continued. “She asked me about your past, more specifically about your mom.” My body tensed and my jaw clenched.
“What did you tell her?”
“Nothing. You came in before the conversation could go further.”
Most people didn’t know about my mom. She was the queen trapped in the tower, never to be seen by the public. Most people didn’t even know she and my dad were married or that she was around. They also didn’t know my dad wasn’t the only abusive parent in the household. As a child I used to justify my mom’s actions because I knew she couldn’t help how she was. Still, never having that nurturing love from her I saw other kids experience, hardened me more than my father’s heavy hand could ever.
“Good. Some things are better left in the past. As for my feelings for Azeira…” I paused, attempting to gather my thoughts. “It’s complicated.” Suddenly I felt uncomfortable in my skin. It was tight and prickled as if bees had stung me over and over.
“Complicated you say? In what way?” His smile was taunting, causing me to grit my teeth. He knew feelings were something I didn’t make use of. I surely didn’t discuss them. “You know once her dad pays you back, you gotta send her back, right?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t have to do shit.”
“But your word is bond. You’re not the one to go back on it, correct?” I chewed the inside of my cheek. My hands balled, causing my short nails to dig into my palms. Nolan was right, I might have been a lot of things but I always stood on my honor. I didn’t like liars and if I said something I meant it. In my business, your word was everything.
“When the time comes, then that bridge will be crossed. However, I have no plans of letting her go. She knows it and so does her pathetic excuse of a father.” I’d never felt how I felt about Azeira with anyone. The feelings she stirred inside me were different. The need to keep her at my side was too strong. Even leaving for the few days I would be gone had me on edge. I knew she wouldn’t run. If she did I would always be able to find her. That wasn’t my issue. My issue was her being out of my sight. I almost forced her to come with me, but thought against it at the last minute.
Nolan chuckled. “Yeah, she definitely changed you.”
Not bothering to respond, I turned my attention back to my tablet. I had some business at the office I needed to handle and planned on finishing before the jet landed.
Nolan and I grew up similarly, except his house was a little warmer than mine. He used humor to bury the cruel reality we both know lived inside him. A lot of people saw him as easy going until it was too late. Most didn’t know there were times when his temper and anger outdid mine. He got off on torture and the screams that came with it.
Back in the penthouse hotel room, I showered today off me and was now propped up against the headboard. Currently I was in the process of securing a few business ventures. Expanding my business outside of Willow Point would make my reach way larger. The shipping company I met with today would port directly at the docks in Willow Point. Tomorrow I was meeting with a man and his sister about an unsettled debt.
I watched Azeira on the tablet propped on the standing tray. She was in my bedroom, snooping around my things. I knew she had to know I was watching her, yet she seemed unbothered. She cursed when she attempted to open the drawer near my bed. She yanked the nightstand drawer a couple more times before giving up and moving away from it.
Azeira went through my dresser and when she saw nothing exciting she moved to my closet.
I had a safe in the closet but it was behind my suits and behind a faux wall. I wasn’t worried about her finding it because she would never be able to break into it.
My hand rested on my length and I stroked it slowly, watching her. A predatory feeling rushed through me. I squeezed my dick and clenched my jaw. Azeira was dressed in one of my shirts, something I’d never seen her in, but I wasn’t complaining. It was sexy as hell seeing her in my clothes. It swallowed her small frame, stopping right at her knee.
I continued watching her, stroking myself slowly until I felt my nut rising. By now she was in my bed, laying on top of the covers. She had made herself comfortable with sleeping in my room and strangely I didn’t have the urge to kick her out. Instead I welcomed the embrace, clinging to the warm body next to me. Azeira was a cuddler too. When I woke up in the morning she would be wrapped around my body like a spider monkey. It was like she knew she belonged at my side and in my bed.
Her hands rested between her legs and she lay on her side now, watching something on her screen. It made her smile and that sparked a strong urge to grab the burner phone to learn exactly what had her grinning that much.
Picking my phone up, I went to my contacts and found her name. This would be the first time I used her number. When I first learned Azeira had taken her phone I was tempted to take it back but then I thought against it. It didn’t bother me that she had her phone.
Confusion filled her face when I called. More than likely because she didn’t know the number.
“Hello?” she asked hesitantly.
“Beauty,” I said lowly, squeezing my dick.
Her eyes shot open and she lifted. “?”
“You’re being a bad girl, snooping in my room,” I mentioned.
Her eyes flickered around the room and she grabbed her phone. “You can see me?” she whispered.
I smirked. “I see everything.” Her voice was making my dick harder. Watching her, knowing she couldn’t see me, made my nerves quiver and explode in excitement. “I like seeing you in my clothes,” I breathed. “Do you have on anything under the shirt?”
Azeira leaned back on the bed and this time her legs were gaped and propped up. The shirt rose and I tapped a button, getting a different angle of the room.
“No.” The sultriness tone in her voice didn’t go missed by me.
“Show me.”
Her eyes bounced around the room, as if she was trying to figure out where exactly the cameras were. Licking her lips, she slid her hand down the front of the shirt and pushed it up. Her bald mound came into display.
“Mhm. Stop,” I demanded when she went to touch herself. Over the past couple of months Azeira had grown obedient, especially when it came to sex.
“Spread your lips and brush over your clit slowly.” Her breathing picked up in my ear. She repositioned the phone, laying it on the pillow and doing what I said.
“Is it sensitive, Beauty?” She sighed and nodded.
“Yes.”
“Pinch it.”
A moan left her mouth. “Use your other hand to caress your breasts and tease your nipples.” I didn’t realize I was a breast man, more importantly a nipple man, until meeting Azeira. They fit my hands perfectly as if they were created for me only.
“How does it feel?” I asked. “Stick a finger inside you and push it deep.”
“Good, but…” she whined.
I licked my lips and used my precum to stroke myself again. “But?”
Her eyes bounced around the room before she arched her back and closed her eyes. “I want you.”
I want you.
A flame grew in my stomach, stoking my desires even more. “You want me?” I asked, my voice more husky.
“Mhm. Need you,” she whimpered.
My heart exploded with need, my chest bled of passion and lust. “Stick another one inside you. Imagine my fingers inside you, stretching your walls. Your tight pussy squeezing and soaking me up.”
The moan that left her mouth was sweeter than any instrument I could play. Her back arched. “Squeeze those perfect breasts. That’s right. Good girl. Fuck your fingers. Curl them forward. I wish I was there, to taste your breasts. Add another bite mark right next to the first one.”
“.” I could hear how wet she was as she fucked herself.
“I’m not . Tell me, Beauty, who am I?” I pictured my hand wrapped around Azeira’s neck. Her eyes fluttered as she was barely able to breath, her body flushed and her breaths were heavy.
I watched her body move vigorously. Her fingers pumped in and out of herself faster.
“ Beast .”
“Fuck!” I gritted as I came. White ropes of semen coated my hand, thighs, and the bottom of my shirt. My heart hammered wildly.
“Cum right now, Beauty. Fuck, let me hear it.”
Her body shuddered and her eyes squeezed shut. I watched her push her hips upward before she came.
“That’s it. Soak your hands.”
She whimpered in my ear and I brushed my thumb over my tip. “Taste yourself, Beauty. Tell me what it tastes like.”
She sighed and slowly lifted her hand to her mouth, sticking her fingers inside. “So good. Like fruit.”
I licked my lips. “Don’t you dare wash my sheets either. I want to smell you when I step into my room. It brings me pleasure knowing I’ll be coming home and you’re covering my sheets.” She moaned.
“I can’t wait until you come back.”
I chuckled and glanced down at my limp dick.
“Be good, Azeira. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “I miss you already.”
I wasn’t expecting those words to come out of her mouth. No one had ever uttered them to me before. I wasn’t expecting the way it caused my nerves to short circuit. My pulse got caught in my throat. My ears rang as blood rushed through my head.
Hanging up quickly. I eyed the tablet, watching how confusion filled her face. She slowly lifted her head off the pillow and glanced at her phone.
Although I just released a nut, my muscles felt tight.
Pushing a deep breath through my nose, I shook off the heaviness that formed inside me. I couldn’t let three simple words shake me like this. More than likely it was an empty confession anyway.