chapter 36
Zloban
What does a predator love the most? Hunting his prey. And this woman is doing the very thing I love. She is giving me a challenge, and the challenge is finding her in darkness, in the wild. Finding the thing I love most in a place I know best. It’s as easy as breathing, yet exhilarating.
She isn’t making a sound, but I know I’m close.
I can hear the faint shuffle of her shoes brushing against the grass.
I go still, tuning in to the soft rustle of leaves, the whispering wind, and the distant cry of a night bird—then I shut them all out, narrowing my focus to the almost imperceptible sound of her movements.
My eyes adjust to the darkness by the time I reach behind her. I can see her now, taking small steps, one hand on a tree, looking around. She can’t see as clearly as I can in this dark, she’s not trained for this. I take two steps closer to her. Still, she doesn’t sense my presence.
I take another two steps and stop. I’m close enough for her to feel my presence. My Dove’s survival instincts are poor, but she doesn’t need to worry about that. I have more than enough for both of us.
I take two more steps closer. This time she catches my presence. She turns around and screams, but her voice only escapes for 0.8 seconds before I shut her mouth with mine.
I hold the back of her head and tilt her face up to get full access to her sweet mouth. She recovers from her shock quickly and starts responding. Her fingers reach my scalp, scratching me with her small nails.
Our tongues meet in her mouth. She sucks on my tongue, and I press her lips between mine harder.
She pulls back a little, dragging long breaths from her mouth.
I lift her up, she locks her legs and arms around me.
I claim her lips again with a hunger that has no end.
I hold her waist with one hand while holding her neck with the other.
She pushes her tongue inside my mouth. I tighten my grip on her, licking her tongue, then biting her lips.
I let her move her head back when her breaths grow shallow. She rests her chin on my shoulder, hugging me tightly.
“Shall we go home, or do you want to play more?” I ask her while rubbing her back.
“I thought I was winning,” she hits my back. “Why do you always have to win?”
I chuckle, walking us toward the mansion. “You picked the wrong game.”
We come out of the forest onto the road leading to the mansion. She lifts her head to look at me. “Why is it always you who has everything in control? I also want to have control over you.”
“I have worked very hard to get this control over everything, Dove,” I meet her eyes. “But I have no control over anything related to you.”
She rests her chin on my shoulder again.
“Liar. Everything happens according to you. When you want distance between us, you keep me away. When you want to kiss me, you kiss me. When you want to move our relationship forward, you make it happen. Whatever I want never happens. I don’t want to stay in an unequal relationship. ”
We reach the mansion. She removes her shoes using her toes, tossing them into the hallway while never stopping her complaints, and I keep listening to her without interruption.
“Do you still remember you promised me never to kiss me again, and yet you kissed me today just because you wanted to? If it had been me, you would have said no.”
I take her inside my room and close the door behind her. I place her on the bed. She climbs down and sits cross-legged. I sit in front of her.
“You want me to kiss you?” I ask.
She pouts. “When did I say so?”
“Then what do you want? From now on, whatever you want will happen.”
She narrows her eyes, and then my little demon’s smile paints itself on her beautiful face. “Strip.”
I get up from the bed and start doing as she demands. She lays down on the bed, propping her head up with her elbow, watching me remove my clothes.
I remove my shoes and socks, then my T-shirt, placing it at the end of the bed. Next, I pull off my sweatpants and place them over the T-shirt.
I tug at the waistband of my boxers when she says, “Stop.”
I raise a brow. She watches me, her face flushed. “Come closer.”
She sits on the bed, coming closer to me.
Then she lifts her hands and begins to touch my body.
She doesn’t realize how painfully intense her teasing is for my balls.
Every touch of her soft hands feels electrifying.
And then, without caring about the consequences, this little demon licks my abs.
I clench my fists to stop myself from throwing her onto the bed, tearing every piece of fabric off her, and devouring every inch of her body.
Just when I forcibly calm myself from her licking me like a kitten, she starts nibbling. I grab her hair and pull her head back. She looks up at me, complaint shining in her golden eyes.
“Don’t do something whose consequences you can’t handle,” I mutter in a thick, low voice.
“I’m allowed to do whatever I want, right?” she asks.
I nod, massaging her scalp. “But there will be consequences, Dove.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Like?”
I bend down, bringing my eyes level with hers, my mouth close to her ear. “Like getting fucked really hard.”
I suck on the skin below her ear. A breathy moan rewards me.
“I’m not afraid of consequences,” she mutters, touching my chest.
I stand tall again. “You have touched me enough for free.”
She doesn’t stop, her hands reaching lower on my boxers. She runs her fingers over the bulge. “I can pay.”
“Then remove your clothes.”
She looks up at me with her half-drunk, golden-eyed stare. I touch her face. This little demon—so beautiful, so alluring—is mine, and I will never give her a chance to complain again.
She removes her jacket, then holds the hem of her T-shirt, looking into my eyes, and slowly pulls it up. Her hands stretch over her head as the T-shirt rides up, now covering her face and exposing her breasts.
My dick twitches along with the snapping of the last thread of my patience. I grab her arms, pressing her down on the bed, moving on top of her. I rip the T-shirt off in one swift motion and latch my mouth onto her breast, taking a mouthful of flesh and sucking hard. She gasps.
I move upward, holding both of her breasts in my hands, kneading them. My tongue slides from one hard nipple to the other, licking each.
I take one nipple into my mouth, graze it with my teeth, and then suck it hard. She moans loudly, her body arching under me.
I leave her and move up. She watches me with hooded eyes.
I remove my boxer. Her eyes drop, then her hand slides over it. She gives my dick a long stroke from base to tip.
“Can I taste it?” she whispers.
“There’s nothing to ask, Dove. It’s yours.”
She looks into my eyes. “But the consequences…”
I smirk. “You said you’re not afraid.”
She bends her body, bringing her face closer, and takes my tip into her mouth. As soon as her warm, wet tongue slides over me, my head goes blank.
She takes more of the length inside, and my head falls back from the surge of pleasure rolling through me.
I hold her face and move it away from my dick. She licks her lips. Every small reaction she gives, every subtle signal of desire, makes me more alive.
She leans back on the pillows, raising herself up on her elbows and watching me entirely.
I lean down and kiss her mouth. She falls back onto the pillows as I press down further.
Her soft breasts press against my chest. I slide my hand along her side, feeling the velvet texture of her body under my calloused hands.
I circle my arms around her waist, moving my hands over her back.
Every inch of my Dove is made to be worshipped by me.
“Zoan… I want consequences,” she rasps softly against my lips, her voice hoarse yet feminine, almost pleading.
“We need to make you ready for consequences.”
She gives a long, wet kiss on my lips. “I’m ready. You can check.”
I remove her sweatpants. She isn’t wearing any panties.
“Why are there no panties?” I ask.
“I don’t like wearing panties in winters.”
I massage around her folds, she releases a shaky breath. I press her lips together, pinching her clit between them. She arches her back, moaning. I leave them and rub my thumb along the inner side of her folds.
“Hmmm… dripping perfectly,” I murmur.
I move on top of her, balancing myself with one hand while holding my dick with the other.
“Are—are we going to have sex?”
“No, Dove. We will only deal with the consequences of your actions.”
I rub my tip from her wet entrance up to her clit.
“Open your legs wider,” I command.
She obeys instantly. I massage her entrance with the tip of my dick, giving small, deliberate pushes to her tiny hole.
“Go inside, Zoan,” she moans.
“Shhh… let me prepare it properly,” I whisper.
I push a little further into her hole, but it’s still not relaxed enough. I massage it carefully, and she moans, opening her legs wider. It takes all my willpower not to slam myself inside her when she’s offering herself so willingly, but I know I won’t be able to stand seeing her in pain.
She’s releasing hot juices, the more I rub her entrance, the wetter she becomes.
I push with slightly more force, and my tip goes inside her.
I pull out and push back in, over and over.
I look down to see trails of her clear juices running down her ass onto the bed.
It looks so erotic that my head starts feeling like it’s in a pressure chamber.
I lift my gaze to her face, so flushed, so beautiful. Divine. Her eyes are filled with the same hunger for me I’ve seen mirrored in my own.
I push myself deeper, my head sinking into her warmth. Her eyes go wide. I kiss her jaw. “How’s it feeling?”
“Perfect,” she breathes.
I slide further inside her, and she gasps.
“This is enough for today,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
She holds my waist with her legs. “No… finish it.”
I’m torn between pushing fully into her, connecting with her in the most precise, intimate way, and pulling out to save her from the pain.
“It will be painful,” I warn.
“I don’t care.”
“I do. I only feel pain through you, and it’s unbearable.”
She purses her lips. “For God’s sake, Zoan, don’t argue with me with your dick half inside me.”
I laugh, the sound unfamiliar even to my own ears. She smiles, watching me. “You look so handsome when you laugh,” she chuckles. “I can’t believe we are having such conversations right now.”
I kiss her mouth.
I grab her waist and push myself all the way inside, tearing through her barrier. She cries, trembling in my arms. I hold her tight. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
I pull out of her, she winces as my length slides free. I lay down beside her, pulling her into my arms and rubbing her back.
She lifts her head to look at me with glossy eyes, her face streaked with tears. I wipe her face. “Is it still hurting?”
She shakes her head. “But it feels stretched.”
She rubs her eyes. “Why did you take it out? I’ve read in books that it starts feeling good after some time.”
“Not everything written in books is true. There would have been more pain if I had rubbed the injured parts.”
“But they say it’s pleasure in pain,” she murmurs.
“You are not that type of person. For you, pain is only pain.” She has very low pain tolerance, and it creates negative affectivity for her, she doesn’t feel good about anything and even struggles to find comfort when she’s in pain.
She draws circles on my chest. “Will it be like this every time?”
I kiss the top of her head. “No.”
We stay like that for a long, comforting time, then she whispers my name. “Zoan.”
I run my fingers through her silky strands. “Hmm?”
“Why did you say you only feel pain through me?”
“I don’t feel pain when I get injured. But when I see you in pain, I feel it in my body.”
She studies my face. “Why don’t you feel your own pain?”
“I became accustomed to pain a long time ago.”
She frowns. “Did she use to beat you a lot?”
I stare up at the ceiling. “She used to beat me until she got tired.”
She touches my face, caressing my cheek with her soft fingers.
I look at her sad face. “I didn’t used to feel any emotion, so I placed all my emotions in you.
If you were smiling, then everything was good, if you were sad, then everything was wrong.
It carried on like that for a long time before I started feeling my own emotions. Still, I can’t feel pain.”
“That bitch should pray she doesn’t meet me in the afterlife,” she says through gritted teeth. “I will boil her in hot oil, then chop her into small pieces and feed her to hell’s dogs.”
I laugh and pinch her puffed cheek. “Demon.”
She rolls on top of me and holds my face in her hands. “You laughed twice tonight.”
“I’m happy,” I whisper against her mouth and capture her lips.