Chapter 49
MMy little hummingbird relaxes in my arms at Oliver’s question. My friends have welcomed her with open arms, and she has been a force to be reckoned with. She answered all their questions with ease, as if she had always belonged in our little group.
“I do. It has been so nice meeting all the people who have enriched M’s life.” She is so fucking adorable.
“I think we should be thanking you. We haven’t seen him this happy in a while.” This is one of those rare moments where Oliver is sweet and shows that he is a down-to-earth guy.
“True. But, I think it’s time for us to go right now,” Adam says as he stands up. “So these two lovebirds can relax. Do you want our help to clean up?” Adam asks Lana and me. It's common in Bosnia for everyone to help clean up after a get-together.
“That won’t be necessary. We’ll walk you out.” Lana and I stand up and walk the guests to their cars. Adam, Sara, Oliver, and Josh leave, but Hana stays behind for just one more minute.
“M, I’m leaving in two days. If you need anything while I’m there—” I cut Hana off and hug my cousin, as does Lana.
“We’ll manage, and you need to rest. You have done way too much anyway,” I tell her. As she gets into the car, she addresses Lana.
“Keep him in check, Lana. We’ll see each other in three weeks.”
We wave her off, and once we are back inside, we start cleaning up the place. After the cleanup, we head into our bedroom, and while I’m brushing my teeth, Lana asks me a question.
“Do you have anything planned for Tuesday?” I shake my head.
“Good. I’m meeting Emin before he leaves for Tuzla.” I finish brushing my teeth, and I lean against the bathroom counter.
“So he is really moving away?” I ask her.
“Yes, and it’s for the better.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want my father to go after him.
He has been good to me in the diner all these years.
” She is right. Emin has rescued her from uncomfortable situations many times, and I respect him for that.
While observing him and Lana, and him alone, I have never thought that he is into her.
Their dynamic is almost like Sara's and mine, good friends.
“I know. Where are you meeting him?”
“I’m meeting him at the diner, and after that we are off to grab a quick bite.” I grunt.
“What? Don’t you want me to meet him?”
“No, it’s not that. I don’t like you going back to the diner.” Lana puts her arms around my neck and gazes deep into my eyes.
“You can put the tracker back into me if you want to. You know, for your own peace of mind.” I raise an eyebrow, and I see the tiniest glint of desperation in her eyes. I put my hands on her hips and pull her toward me so she is plastered against my front.
“While the idea is tempting, I still love the chase. Besides, if something goes haywire, I can have somebody at your location in five minutes.”
“You crazy man.” She gets on the tips of her toes and kisses me. Our kiss becomes deeper, and my dick is hard. Lana looks at me with scrunched eyebrows.
“What?” I ask her. “I’m perpetually hard when I’m with you. Besides, you kept that information about the burned-down house to yourself.”
“I did.” Her obedient voice locks in because she knows what is coming. Punishment. Her craving for reprimand only fuels my desire to make her soul black as mine.
“Go lie on the bed with your stomach down on the mattress. And undress yourself beforehand.”
“I will, my god.” When she turns around, I slap her ass for good measure. I look in the mirror and smile because I can’t believe my luck. I have finally found someone who is as deranged in bed as I am. I step out of my clothes so I’m fully naked and walk into the bedroom.
Every time I see her in a delightful pose like this one, she becomes even hotter.
“You are like a mirage, little hummingbird.” Being honest with her in moments like these is really fucking easy. My love for her comes straight from my heart, and she is holding that one firmly in her hand.
I go to my dresser and pick out a little toy I bought for us on the day I purchased the board. I take the toy and place myself on the bed. I tap her ass.
“Ass up high, little hummingbird.” She obeys like the bad little pet she is. I rattle the toy and her head gears toward the sound.
“What’s that?” she asks me with equal parts fear and anticipation.
“I’m going to put a collar on you while I hold the leash,” I say as I put my left hand around her neck.
“Expose your neck to me.” She tilts her head upward, and I secure the collar around her, and then I grab hold of the leash.
I straighten myself, and saliva is forming in my mouth, and I’m behaving like a rabid dog.
“You are my fuck toy, little hummingbird. Mine to fuck hard into oblivion.” I leave no room for doubt there. When she doesn’t answer, I pull on the leash.
“Answer me, dirty slut.”
“Yes, my god.”
“Good. But that isn’t the punishment.”
“It isn’t?” She sounds disappointed, while I need to keep my cool.
“I’m going to spank you four times while you push two fingers in your pussy. Get your cunt nice and wet for me,” she gasps. “That’s an order.”
“Yes, my god.” Her words might sound detached, but I know her. She is just listening to my orders and being obedient. Lana’s left hand goes to her pussy and pushes two fingers inside of her, while I get ready. I tug on the leash for just a little bit, and I strike.
Lana’s breath could tell a story on their own right now. I don’t need her words or her permission. There’s a tremble in each inhale, like her body is reacting faster than her mind can catch up. The ego boost I’m getting right now is insane—I’m responsible for her downfall, and I love it.
“Dirty little sluts don’t get rewarded right away.” Slap. “Will you be honest next time to me?” Slap. Lana doesn’t say anything right away as she is driving herself insane. Her fingers are pushing deep inside of her pussy, and the sounds from down there are an aphrodisiac.
“Answer me, now!” Slap.
“I will, fuck, M!” Slap.
“My bad girl will learn the consequences.” Slap.
I stop slapping her because I don’t want her to come on her fingers.
Her orgasm is mine. Lana leaps forward to balance herself on her elbows and with her face into the bed.
Her ass is now almost in my face, and I will never fucking complain about that.
I push my cock inside of her, and it’s like a knife cutting through butter—smooth and easy. I’m moving with a relentless, intoxicating rhythm. With every trust, I tug on the leash harder.
“Your pussy is my motherfucking kingdom, little hummingbird,” I tell her as she gasps because of the pleasure I’m instilling into her.
“Only fucking yours!” The sounds she’s making are unraveling me. I push deeper, and the collar and leash are a great way to support the way we are fucking each other’s brains out.
“Come for your god then!” My scream is as honest as hers before. I give Lana one last tug on the leash, and she falls apart. I’m filling her because I want to have our baby.
Our child.
Forever with Lana.
Once we are both spent, I turn her over and remove the collar. I place it in the bathroom to wash, then return with our underwear and pajamas. We slip into our clothes and drift off to sleep.
This is tranquility, and I won’t let her fucking father ruin this life for us.