Zaiden
SECRETS
SARAH
T ears sting my eyes as I end the call with Natalia. Sniffing them back, I press a hand to my closed eyes. Yes, she had a rough day, but that’s no excuse for the cruelty of her words. I never judged her stance on children, but I at least expected her to be a little more supportive of mine.
“Little raven?” Dropping my hand, I whirl around to face Zaiden, who stands in the doorway of our bedroom, looking at me with a mixture of wariness and hesitant joy.
“How much did you hear?” I ask, bottom lip trembling. He slowly steps into the bedroom, broad shoulders hunching forward, as if ashamed of being caught eavesdropping. His ears turn a shade of red and his eyes dance around my face.
“Enough. Are you—” He blinks rapidly without finishing the sentence, one hand gesturing at my flat stomach. Biting my lip, I nod, with my heart climbing up my throat. This is the moment of truth.
A steady drum pounds behind my ribs as I wait for him to digest my confession and react. In the whirlwind of getting him adjusted to the normalcy of life outside of mental health facilities, setting up appointments with trustworthy psychiatrists, trying out various meds to get him regulated and meeting Zaine and Zoe, we hadn’t broached the subject of children despite having unprotected sex just about every other day.
It’s like he poured gasoline on my libido and his cock is the match to light the fuse. With him, I’m insatiable and he’s just as crazed for me in spite of the stray strands of gray hair I find every few weeks, the fine wrinkles settling into my skin and my looming appointment with menopause. This pregnancy had made me question what the hell am I doing with someone as young as Zaiden?
But my mouth won’t open to express my doubts and insecurities. Fortunately, I don’t need to. His long legs eliminate the distance between us and he pulls me roughly into his arms, burying his face against my neck.
“Is it really true? You’re having my child?” I nod as I wrap my arms around him, inhaling deeply. Some of my anxiety settles at the choked emotion in his voice. He doesn’t sound upset or disgusted. I can’t believe I even wondered that he would.
His shoulders sag and the arms wrapped around me tremble slightly. My fingers skate up and down his nape and the fine hairs resting there.
“We’re going to have a baby,” I whisper into the ear near my lips. A shudder travels through his large frame, his grip tightening around me. I pull away and tug on his hair. His mouth claims mine immediately, teeth nipping my lip, a quiet admonishment for keeping our baby a secret from him. Hands travel down my back to grip my ass and press me into the erection straining Zaiden’s pants.
Our mouths drift apart, and our breaths mingle.
“You should’ve told me,” he growls softly, fingers kneading my flesh. I nod, desire and guilt clogging my throat in an odd mixture.
“No more secrets, Sarah.” His nose slides along my cheek. “Do you think I should punish you for keeping this from me?” Holy shit, my thighs clench tight and I fight a moan.
Zaiden had NEVER done that, but suddenly, I want him to. I’m enjoying this side of him entirely too much. Call it pregnancy brain, but lately I’ve been eager for him to take the reins. Like settling into a new skin, he’s eased into it, growing more confident and playing my body like an instrument that he’s mastered. It’s easy to forget he was a virgin when we met. Or more accurately, when he kidnapped me after stalking me.
Suddenly, one of his hands flies up to my throat, quieting my wandering thoughts. My attention hones in on the male in front of me. Gently, he applies pressure, guiding me down until I’m kneeling, staring at the imprint of his cock.
Saliva floods my mouth. Zaiden’s other scarred hand tugs on the drawstring of his sweats, pulling down to free his cock. Slick dampens my panties. My tongue swipes out, eager for a taste of the man that’s stolen my heart and given me the one thing I thought I’d never have, a child of my own. I adore Lauren and being a mother, but some things I yearn for, like experiencing pregnancy first hand, the ups and the downs.
“Should I make you pleasure me, my raven, and leave you unfulfilled as a lesson?” he asks, eyes hooded. I whimper, leaning up, throat pressing into his hand.
“No,” I whisper, watching his hand lazily stroke his hard cock. I want it.
“Do you promise to not keep things like this from me? Even if you think it’ll upset me?” he coaxes. His thumb swipes a bead of pre-cum and brings it to my lips. They part easily, tongue sliding along his calloused digit. I moan around his finger. I need him inside me. Now.
“Zaiden, please. I promise. Just fuck me.” My voice takes on a whiny note, but I can’t help it. With him, I can be like this. Not Mom, not Dr. Bell. Just a woman in need of her man’s cock.
His fingers tighten around my throat and I let out a choked gasp of surprise.
“I’ve never hit you, Sarah. But the next time I will spank you. Would you like that?” Oh, fuck. Where did this side of him come from and why did it take so long to unearth it? Maybe hints of it were present before but never like this. My clit throbs for him.
“Yes,” I answer honestly. “Do whatever you want with me, Dayton. I’m yours.” His eyes close like my words struck a nerve before snapping open. Fire blazes in glacial depths.
“Get on the bed. Face down, ass up. If I go too far?—”
“You won’t. I trust you,” I reassure him, my hands coming to cup the one around my neck. He frowns, some of the heat dimming. I wonder if the voices in his head war with my words.
“You’re pregnant, little bird. I don’t want to hurt you. But I like playing like this,” he says, thumb rubbing up and down my carotid artery.
“Zaiden—” His growl cuts me off.
“On the bed, Sarah. If you want me to stop, say ‘Daniels.’ Got it?” Mouth dry, I nod eagerly, strands of hair brushing my cheek.
“Good girl.” His head jerks toward the bed and I don’t wait for him to give the order again, jumping to my feet. I want him to fucking wreck me and forget all about my sister’s words.
* * *
ZAIDEN
A man with no skin stands near the head of the bed, leering down at Sarah’s prone form—hips raised off the bed like I asked—with a toothy grin. I blink once. Twice. He’s still there, shooting me a wink from an eyeball that sits like an over-easy egg in his skull.
Deciding to ignore his presence, I walk toward one of the cherry wood dressers. My Sarah wishes me to punish her. Her pulse sped up against my palm when I suggested it, beating like those pink rabbits on television with a drum. Who am I to deny my raven?
Leather slides against my palm as I pull a belt free from one of the drawers she assigned to me. I’ve never done anything like this but instinct and a strong desire to please my Sarah guides me. My hands slip a thin camisole from the drawer before I stride back to my raven. Dark lashes rest on her cheeks.
Upon hearing my approach, emerald eyes pop open to follow me to the bed. They widen when they land on the belt, but I don’t provide an explanation as I climb onto the bed and loom over her stretched out body. Leaning down, my lips trail along her cheek.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” A shaky breath slips from lush lips and she nods, letting her eyes drift closed again.
“Say ‘Daniels’ when you want to stop,” I remind her, sliding my hand down to gather up the silky shirt. She doesn’t fight me as I loop the front around her eyes, craning her neck back so I can tie the back to make a rudimentary blindfold. The woman in one of those romantic films she had me watch with her appeared to enjoy being blindfolded.
Sarah’s pliable, slumping back to the mattress after I obscure her sight. Shuffling down until I’m straddling her hips, my fingers slide into the crevice of her thighs and push her shorts and panties aside so I can stroke her slick folds. Already, she coats my fingers, offering soft moans as I caress her tender flesh.
My other hand snatches up the belt. Trepidation zings through me and the skinless man leers closer. Ignoring both, I pull my hand back and let the leather kiss her ivory skin. Her gasp mingles with a moan as I slide a finger into her wet channel. It grips me, pulsing around my digit. She likes this.
So I do it again, cock twitching upon receiving the same result. Her moans glide around my cock, stroking the feverish flesh. I keep it up until she cries out loudly, body jerking beneath me. Her pussy clutches my finger tightly and I keep stroking her walls and circle her clit while letting the leather belt turn her skin a pretty shade of ruby.
When her moans subside to weak whimpers, I slide my finger free and bring it to my salivating mouth. Her taste lands on my tongue, making me groan. My cock jerks impatiently, eager to slide into my raven’s slick hole. She’s more than ready for me.
I toss the belt to the floor and shove my sweats down until my cock can slide through her folds.
“Dayton,” she moans, lifting her hips to ease my entry. We both groan when my cock eases into her soaked pussy.
“Oh, Sarah,” I groan, dropping my forehead to her neck. Sweat dampens her skin. I won’t last long inside her and she shifts beneath me, hungry for my cock to stroke her insides. My hips retreat and her whine urges me to slam back into her, sending our flesh slapping together.
“ Ung ,” she grunts, taking my hard thrust while her walls spasm around my cock. Fuck, she likes this too. I’m a goner, pulling my hips back and repeating the action.
“Dayton!” she cries weakly and pushes her hips back. My cock twitches with the need to release, but I need to make this more than just good for her. She wanted to be punished. She doesn’t get to come again, but I don’t know if I can stop it. My cock slides in and out of her at a rapid pace, her moans spurring me on.
Pleasure tightens my balls and I groan on the next thrust, fitting my hips flush with her ass cheeks and emptying my seed. She moans, wiggling, milking my cum. My eyes roll slightly and I pant heavily, holding still as she slides back and forth on my softening cock until a weak orgasm causes her pussy to tighten.
“Sarah,” I groan, collapsing on top of her. A muffled laugh jostles me and I slide off of her, cock slipping from her pussy with a wet sound. I land on my back next to my raven, curling a strand of hair around my finger.
“No more secrets, little bird. Promise?” I ask, tugging on her hair. She shoots me a dazed smile, eyes unfocused. Her head nods in agreement while her palm slides to snake up and down my chest.
“Promise,” she reiterates. My body loosens. She promised, and she’s never let me down before. Sinking into the soft mattress with her juices drying on my exposed cock, I blink lazily up at the ceiling. Life with my Sarah keeps getting better and better despite the apparitions haunting me.
And now she’s carrying my child. It’s more than I could have hoped for all those years ago when my mother urged me to find my brothers.