Chapter 14 #2
Melek taps away on his phone next to me, the black rectangle he has on his person at all times, barring when he locks it away each evening with his weapons.
I turn to face him, the strap holding my body against the seat cutting into my large stomach.
“How much longer is this car ride?” My legs are becoming restless.
The baby in my lower abdomen stretches, pushing on my bladder.
The tin can we are confined in is the opposite of what I grew up in, being surrounded by land and sky, caged with the illusion of space.
Whining, I throw my head back against the headrest, pushing at my temples. Melek stops what he is doing.
His predatory glare is intoxicating.
“What do you need?” He says it for my ears only as he leans down towards me, placing his hand over our baby.
“I need out of this car. I need to stretch my legs.” My eyes plead with him.
A look of contemplation paints his features, his brow creasing in the middle.
A hard foot digs into my abdomen, stretching through the wool fabric of my black dress.
Malek takes his hand and smooths it out.
“We can’t stop because it would put us off schedule.
” We can’t interrupt his precious schedule.
“But you can lie down. Take off your seatbelt and lie back. You’ll fit if you put your feet in my lap.
” He pats a broad hand on his thighs. My mind goes to other things in his lap.
I internally slap myself, allowing my body to give in, shuffling my ever-growing butt down the seat.
With my back somewhat flush to the seat below, I twist to the side to fit into the divot in the backrest, giving my husband my feet.
Annoyingly, his suggestion works, and I audibly sigh for the whole car to hear.
The commander slips off my black suede boots and starts massaging my feet over my stockings.
The forced proximity makes me feverish, the clothing I have on for the cold weather outside burning me up from the inside out.
“Take off my tights,” I command him, unbothered by the two men sitting in the front seats. Melek’s jaw hitches, his eyes flicking over to assess my face, noticing my red cheeks. In his stare, I can hear him without needing his words, saying, “Watch it.”
I mouth the words “Please, sir. Commander,” and he grunts, depositing his phone in the pocket of the seat in front of him.
“Lift,” he mouths, waving his hand over my midsection.
I roll my eyes. Easier said than done. His eyes are dark at my unintended eye slip.
Blinking a few times, he sees my struggle and pushes his hands under my dress, running them up my legs until he gets to my waist. He finds the hem of my tights and shuffles them down my body, giving my ass a slight tap on the sides.
He keeps the momentum going down my legs, the last of the clinging fabric pulling free from my toes.
Moaning, I blush for a whole new reason.
I can’t help it. His eyes come back to mine, set with a new ferocity.
“Rest, wife,” he says, voice full of gravel.
Closing my eyes, I finally let myself sink into the cushions of the seat, and Melek goes back to poking and prodding my feet in the most delectable way. The baby no longer stretches, gifting me some relief.
Each point he hits loosens the tension, sending tingles right to my sad core because, apparently, one night without my husband’s cock is enough to turn me into a pool of raging need for him. She’s already overly greedy for the harsh commander, but this caring act sends her straight to pussy heaven.
One of his hands begins to wander down my leg.
I’m unsure of its purpose. The kneading of my muscles is welcome.
His other hand continues alternating between my feet.
I keep my eyelids and mouth locked tight.
Spasms shoot up from lingering caresses, inching closer and closer to my inner thighs.
Tapping them, Melek lets me know he wants access to the promised land. I’m tempted to keep them closed.
He is relentless and resorts to giving my skin a slight pinch to get me to open up.
My heart flutters wildly. I want to open my eyes and show him the meaning of a death stare. Though here I am, wanting this just as much as he does.
I hate this.
And if that hardness in his pants is anything to go by, I’d say he’s close to getting his keepers to stop our convoy, telling them to evacuate the car with Sunny until their commander is finished taking his frustrations out on his wife.
If they looked back here, they’d be able to see the ferality in his features—the same look he gives me daily. Most likely, a frazzled side of him they’ve never seen before. The thought makes me smile just as his hand makes contact with my panties. Fuuuck yesssss.
My body turns liquid to his ministrations.
Melek’s broad hand teases up over my underwear, and to my utter needy delight, he slips his hand under the edge of my cotton panties and goes straight for the wetness streaming out of me.
Roaming a thick finger up and down my pussy lips, he spreads me.
I try my hardest to keep my lips firmly shut, even though a moan is desperate to slip out.
Another large finger circles over my clit, my hips jerking.
My hand flies to my mouth to stifle any sounds, and I keep it strapped there.
With my eyes closed, I focus on the sensations of two fingers delicately moving to my opening and oh, soooo slowly sliding inside of me.
Damn him.
Damn him.
Damn him.
I stifle another noise trying to escape from my mouth.
His fingers pump, hitting that soft bit of wall that lines up perfectly with my clit.
The action consumes me. He takes my pleasure with abandon, that part of me belonging wholly to him.
And I give it freely. There’s no longer a beginning and ending of us.
We just are—like our rings, eternal. My teeth sink into the back of my hand.
He adds his thumb to my overly aroused clit, pushing his fingers against it each time he spears them up.
I count down to my imminent explosion in my head. Five… Four… Three… Two… Oh, Melek…
His hand holds me in place from the inside as my walls convulse around him, darkness all I can see.
The commander extracts himself from my pussy, and I take in air for the first time, my eyes suddenly popping open as a squelchy sound lingers in the air, only to find hooded eyes looking at me as he places both of his fingers in his mouth. Like the sweetest of nectars, he licks his fingers clean.
My core quivers at the suggestive manoeuvre. Feet shuffling in his lap, I hit a hard length. Melek is beyond ready to burst. Blowing out all the air in my lungs, I sink all the way into the seat, satisfied and no longer needing to use the bathroom.
On instinct, I want to crawl over him and take what I want.
I refrain. Perhaps I will tease him with my feet, make him regret keeping me in this car for so long without a thought to my needs.
But my husband, the commander, knew exactly what he was doing, sleep overtaking my every sense.
I hate that most of all: how well he truly knows me.