Taeja

38. Chapter 38

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Zain parked before the house, glancing at Owen, who sighed after seeing Dijonae sitting on the porch. “She’s still not talking to you?” Zain pried.

Owen shook his head. “Dee naa try see weh mi a come from.”

“You’re not seeing her side either.”

“I am. Mi understand seh if this fi happen, the baby a the one thing she ago have fi remember mi by. But mi know mi woman. She’s going to hurt more when she looks at our baby and realizes I’m not here to help her raise it.”

Zain forced down the lump forming in his throat. “I’ll try to fix this.”

Owen smiled weakly. It pained Zain’s heart. A decade in the field with this man, and this was the first Owen seemed not to have faith in Zain’s words. Even Nwabisa looked the same when he dropped her off earlier.

“Later, Stork,” Owen said, and Zain nodded. Owen put his hand on the door, pausing when a delivery truck pulled up before them. After the mailman placed letters in the mailbox and drove away, Owen sighed.

Zain raised a brow. “What is it?”

“Yago laugh afta mi,” Owen said.

“I won’t.”

“My hand isn’t cutting it anymore cause Dee naa medz mi, so I bought a pocket pussy…” He glared as Zain chuckled. “I told you not to laugh!”

Zain loudly laughed this time, barely getting a hold of himself.

Owen joined the laughter until silence fell over them. “It’s rough out here, Scar. My dick only gets hard for Jamaican women and I’m so desperate to get my dick wet, I thought about cheating on her. Mi nuh waa diss her certain way cause she go through the struggle wid mi, and the pocket pussy a tek forever fi come. I’m in for a long few weeks.”

Zain’s jaw clenched. Time was winding down. If he didn’t find a way out of this, they’d leave in three weeks… Gone to the training facility up north where they’d train and study for three months before leaving the country.

“I’ll catch you later, Stork. And thanks for the drinks. The three of us need to do this again before we leave,” Owen continued.

“Yeah. Later.” Zain watched as his squad mate walked up to the house and disappeared inside. Sighing, his grip tightened around the steering before he drove off. Pondering his options made the journey pass by in a blur.

Parking beside Kacian’s car in the somewhat empty parking lot, Zain pulled his phone out to check the time.

Thirteen hundred hours.

Taeja should be on her way home from her last class.

Tomorrow, when you get here, wait for me in the dungeon.

Put on the white lingerie I bought you.

Braid your hair.

Put in the butt plug.

Blindfold yourself.

Be on your knees before the bed.

And don’t move until I get there.

He sent off the texts in rapid succession, then locked the screen without waiting for her reply. He exited the car, then went inside to meet his mother .

After they exchanged greetings and got themselves ready, Kacian asked, “Can you grab me a different carry bag?”

Zain nodded, walking away to grab a new one from the area that hosted all the complimentary golf equipment. He froze when he saw familiar faces there.

Seth and Lashay.

Zain quickly turned his back, not daring to move. He’d almost forgotten that this was where Seth visited with his daughter every Thursday.

Usually, Zain would come here on Wednesdays with Kacian, but he’d been busy all week, so they pushed it to today.

They left, and Zain’s tense stance slackened. He grabbed a carry bag and hurried to Kacian.

Kacian smiled at him. “What took you so long?”

“I saw Seth,” he answered.

Kacian’s smile faded. “Did you talk to him?”

“I don’t have anything to say to him,” Zain said. “Let’s go.”

Kacian nodded, and they hopped onto the golf cart. After Zain drove them to an obstacle course, they spoke while Kacian played. “I wish you’d allow me to introduce you to him. He probably won’t remember me, but—”

“No, Mom,” Zain said, harsher than he intended to. He dragged a hand down his face. “Sorry. Continue.”

Kacian sighed, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead to rid the sweat. “Let’s change the topic. How are things with Taeja?”

“Good,” he answered, the bitterness seeping away. “Haven’t seen her in a while, but she’s coming home tomorrow.”

Kacian hit a ball. It rolled down the grass and missed the hole. “Damn it,” she hissed before looking at Zain. “How’s work?”

Zain’s mind flashed to the client he had yesterday. He loved working as a personal trainer. It gave him the power to order people around like he was still in the military, but sometimes, civilians were too stubborn for his liking. “It’s okay. How’s the hospital?”

She smiled. “My coworkers are throwing me a retirement party next week. I want you to come. ”

“Mom—”

“Don’t fight me on this, Zain. You’re the one who told me to retire early so you can take care of me. I want them all to see what a nice son I have.”

Unable to deny his mother, he sighed. “Fine.”

Kacian smiled, walking toward him to pat his cheek. “You’re up.”

Zain grabbed the club. “I don’t want us coming here anymore,” he grumbled. He’d only switched their usual tennis playing to golf in hopes of feeling connected to his biological father, but seeing the man today didn’t make him want to feel connected at all.

He strolled down the steps. His dick was brick hard and he could hardly wait to bury it deep inside Taeja’s pussy.

He turned the knob and the door quietly swung open. He took a moment to admire the sight. From the whips and chains hanging from the ceiling and walls, to the big bed in the middle of the room, and the woman kneeling before it.

Taeja was adorned in skimpy white lingerie that left very little to the imagination. Not only did it have a complimenting collar, but it also had straps circling her breasts instead of cloth. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy peeking out from under the crotchless panties. Her hands were laid palm up on her thighs, the garter clinging to her skin nicely. Paired with the silky blindfold, she looked like an angel.

One he would corrupt. Devour. Leave unholy.

He stepped further into the room, and Taeja inhaled a shaky breath. Zain smirked. He loved how she was aware of his presence. He walked behind her, gently grazing the side of her face and making her shudder. “Did you move?”

Taeja shook her head.

“Words.”

“N-no,” she said, her voice dripping with a need for him.

“Look how needy you are, and I haven’t touched you yet. Tell me, Taeja, is your pussy wet for me? ”

She nodded. “Yes, Zain.”

He smirked. “What’s your safe word?”

“Lavender.”

“And the other thing?”

“I’m at your mercy,” she recited. “And you can do whatever you want to me.”

Fuck. His dick was throbbing hard now. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Zain pulled Taeja to her feet by her hair, then smashed his lips on hers. Taeja gasped into the kiss, and he took the moment to force his tongue into her mouth. She tasted minty.

Roughly kissing her, his hand found the apex between her thighs. Stroking a finger through her, he was amazed at how wet she was already. Like the perfect little slut waiting for him to come there and take her.

Breaking away, he was breathless. He took his finger from between her legs and rubbed it across her bottom lip. “Taste yourself.”

Taeja’s tongue jutted out, running across her lip before pulling it between her teeth. When she freed it from her teeth, he traced her lip with his thumb. He lowered her blindfold, and her eyes blinked open, adjusting to the red light as they settled on him.

He smiled. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Taeja smiled shyly. “You tell me all the time.”

Zain smirked. “Stay here.” He walked to the corner of the room. His eyes scanned all his toys on this wall before settling on a nipple clamp, a gag, and a small ball.

He walked back over to her, and Taeja inhaled a quick breath after seeing what he had. Looking at her, he opened a clamp and closed it around her nipple. She winced slightly, but stayed silent as he did the next.

He met her eyes. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He smirked, connecting the chain of the clamps to the collar around her neck. Then, he placed a small black ball in her hand. “I’m going to gag you, so hold this ball and only drop it if you want me to stop.”

Taeja tightly gripped it.

He smirked, meeting her eyes before blindfolding her again. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, and her lips parted. “Wider,” he said, and Taeja obeyed. He slipped the gag into her mouth, securing the strap behind her head.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed, dropping her onto it. Her body bounced as it landed on the soft mattress. The new ring in her belly button dangled. He and Damon got it crafted for her; it was simple, but pretty and expensive. Engraved in red diamonds, their initials were conjoined — the D before the Z. Attached below it was the small tip of an arrow, pointing toward her pussy.

Grabbing Taeja by the ankle, Zain tugged her to the edge of the bed. He flipped her over, and she arched without him telling her to. Humming, he grabbed the rope and tied her feet by the ankles. He grabbed her arms and bounded her wrists by her ankles. Kneeling behind her, he admired his handiwork.

She looked so beautiful with her ass in the air, the gem winking at him, and with her pussy gleaming with her juices.

He wanted to do foreplay, but he was too desperate to be in her right now. His anger was already eating him alive, and he needed to get some steam off.

He pulled his shorts off and took his dick out. Slapping his dick on her pussy, he smirked when she squirmed, then he sank into her without warning. Taeja’s muffled cry rang out into the room.

“ Fuck ,” he drawled, wondering how it was possible for her pussy to feel tighter every time.

Her pussy was a perfect fit like it was made for him.

For them.

Every time Zain fucked Taeja, it felt like the first time he was inside her. He’d never get tired of this. Of her.

Her pussy snugly wrapped around his dick, and he fucked her like a feral beast. Thrust after thrust, his thighs slapped against her skin as he took her. His fingers sank deep into her waist, pulling her back on him some more.

Her first orgasm was quickly approaching. Zain could tell by how tight her walls clenched around his dick and how her grip tightened around the ball. He moved one of his hands off her waist to grip the back of her neck. He forced her upper body further into the bed, making her breasts rub against the mattress. Her muffled moans increased, and he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

What he’d give to see her face as she came. With her breasts being stimulated while he took her relentlessly from back here.

Taeja stilled as her climax took control, and he fucked her through it. Her orgasm passed, and he moved his hands to stop fucking her completely. He pulled out, then gently removed the butt plug from her ass. Grabbing a condom out of his shorts, he slid it on, lubed them up, and flipped her over.

Taeja panted toward the ceiling as Zain pressed his dick against her asshole. He preferred fucking Taeja from the back, but he needed to see her face. He wanted to see if she showed too much discomfort when he fucked her here the first time. Taeja probably wouldn’t protest to it, but he needed to be alert, despite still being blinded by rage.

“Push out,” he said, and she did. “I need you to relax, Taeja.”

She mumbled something.

“What?” he asked, rubbing his dick along her ass.

She mumbled again.

Brows furrowing, he looked up. “Fuck,” he cursed, moving to take the gag out of her mouth. “What did you say?”

Taeja inhaled a deep breath. “I’m relaxed… I’m just scared.”

“I’ll go slow.”

“Okay,” she said, still sounding breathless. She opened her mouth, and he slipped the gag back in.

Zain pressed against her sphincter again. Slowly, he inched inside her, breaking past her resistance until his tip was settled comfortably in her ass.

Zain paused, glancing at her hand to see if she released the ball.

She didn’t.

Taking that as a sign to continue, he put more of his dick inside her. Damn. She felt amazing. He’d been telling her to stretch her ass when she was away at school, but there was no way she could take all of him today.

Fixing himself on his feet, he pressed his thumb inside her pussy as he thrust his dick in and out of her ass. The sweet sensations running up the tip of his dick were marvelous. “Doing okay?” he asked, his voice gruff .

Taeja nodded, unable to use her mouth except to moan very low. She sounded shy, like she was in disbelief that she could get pleasure from right here.

Zain smirked, he loved that she loved it, but this gentleness wasn’t working for him. Not right now when he wanted to slam into her until she forgot her name.

So he pulled out, disposed of the condom, then untied her hands before telling her to roll over. They gripped the sheet on either side of her body as he settled himself between her legs. Zain thrust inside and ruthlessly pounded her.

He used a hand to grab her braids, hauling her back and hearing a mix of screams and moans escape her bounded mouth.

He loved how she screamed. From pain. From pleasure. From the need for more of him, despite taking all of him to the hilt.

She was his sexy, little masochist, and it had his orgasm drawing near. He wanted to hold out and make this last as long as he could, but it was hard to do when her pussy kept clenching so tight around his dick.

Zain slapped her ass. “Throw it back,” he demanded while slipping his thumb inside her ass.

Taeja started bouncing back on him while he pulled her by the hair. He loved how her small ass jiggled, and how his palm print was on it despite her dark skin.

His core tightened, his climax so close he could taste it now.

Zain bit into his lower lip, trying his hardest to maintain his strokes. But that was hard to do when Taeja was clenching around him at will.

His orgasm took control, and he looked from her ass to the mirror on the ceiling.

From above, they were a sight to behold. Taeja’s body jerked as she reached another orgasm. Drops of sweat dotted his forehead. His locs framed his face wildly.

Releasing a heavy sigh, he released her hair and looked down at her as she dropped flat on the bed.

He slowly pulled out of her, and cum dripped out of her pussy. “Shit,” he swore.

Taeja looked over at him, her brows raised and weakly mumbling something.

“It’s nothing,” he quickly answered, then removed all her ties, careful when he removed the clamps. Her nipples were engorged, and he traced his thumb over them. She pulled away from his touch, and he took that as a sign that they were too sensitive. He moved his hand.

“Okay,” she said, her voice hoarse.

Her eyelashes fluttered closed, and he smirked. She could never stay awake after they finished having sex. It was amusing that she was like a battery, and he drained all her energy.

Zain moved around the room and tugged on his shorts. Seeing her body lightly rise and fall, he walked over and carefully took her up.

She mumbled something and wrapped her arms around him. “Sleep…”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Mm,” she mumbled back.

Unsure if Taeja heard what he said, Zain chuckled. He gently laid her on the bed. He went to the bathroom and grabbed all the necessities, then placed them on the bed beside her. Taking his time, he wiped her down with a wet rag, spending extra time between her legs. Her pussy was swollen, and he felt both accomplished and guilty.

“I need to sit her down and talk to her again about her limits,” he said to himself, grabbing a salve to rub the areas he knew would be sore. “I get that she wants me to do anything to her when I need it, but I can’t go all the way yet.”

Sighing, he brushed the locs out of his face before redoing her messy braids. He took her sleeping form into his arms and brought her upstairs to his room. He paused at the door, looking around the room before entering. Zain had to admit that he loved what she did with the place. The house felt more like a home now.

Settling her on the bed, he grabbed one of his shirts and put her in it. Then, he kissed her forehead, nose, and lips. “I love you…” His nose crinkled. “Still feels weird saying it,” he muttered, wondering if he’d ever get the courage to freely say it to her like Damon always did.

Zain admired how they always said it to each other whenever and wherever, and would look at each other like love-sick puppies.

Chuckling at the thought, he lay in the bed beside her. His fingers gently ran over her exposed skin, familiarizing himself with her body, and his skin against hers. He grabbed one of her hands, tracing the lines in her palm with the tip of his finger. He looked at it from several angles, poking and prodding it.

Why was her hand this tiny?

How did she fit his dick in it?

Could she feel things below her pinky? Or did she need a lot of pressure applied to it like he did?

Taeja stirred, and he quickly dropped her hand, tensing until she settled down.

He released a quiet breath, rolling over onto his side and staring at her. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. Graceful too, like she did in the club that night.

He’d never understand how this woman loved a flawed man like him.

Whichever one of the gods gave him her, he was forever in their debt.

Smiling at the blessing right before his eyes, Zain reached over and pressed his lips against her forehead, lingering a few seconds longer than he normally would.

Light footsteps were heading in the direction of the kitchen. Zain smirked.

“ZAIN!” Taeja announced.

He turned around from the sink, his face a blank slate.

“You heard me?” she asked, her joy dwindling.

“Yes. Still not light enough on your feet.” He smirked, and she rolled her eyes. “Why’d you take so long to wake up?”

“Wa yu mean?”

“I know I always tire you out, but you rarely sleep that long,” he said. He’d hoped he could’ve had his drink of water and return upstairs before she woke up.

“Oh… I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Damon stays on the phone with me until I fall asleep, but it doesn’t feel the same sleeping by myself anymore,” she answered. Limping over to the stool, she started climbing onto it, then decided against it.

“Are you in pain?”

She blushed and looked away. “N-no. ”

His eyes narrowed. “Taeja.”

She looked at him. “I feel very… open… back there.”

He tilted his head to the side. “It’ll be back to normal soon.”

Nodding, Taeja approached him. She wrapped her arms around him and expectantly looked up at him. He kissed her forehead, and her eyes fluttered closed with a smile.

“Are you okay?” she asked, opening her eyes.

His jaw ticked. “Kinda.”

“What made you angry?”

He sighed. “I went to the base today.”

Gasping, Taeja yanked her body away, and Zain pulled her back to him. “What happened?”

“I had to kiss Byfield’s ass,” he spat bitterly. “And make him think I’m beneath him.”

“Why does that make you angry?”

“Because Byfield has been wanting to break me since I got promoted. He did today.”

The memory surged of him begging Byfield to release his squad mates while Byfield smirked after every word. Zain forcefully pushed it away.

“Why’d you do it?”

“For my people, Taeja.”

“Wait… Does this mean you’re not leaving anymore?” she asked, and he slowly nodded. Her mouth fell, and she tightly hugged him.

Warmth blossomed in Zain’s chest.

Yes, he was still enraged that he gave Byfield what years of disrespect could never do…

But it was worth it making this woman happy and giving his squad mates another shot at life.