TWENTY-FIVE
Nyx
Two whole fucking weeks, my little lamb has hidden from me. I know she's still at Nyte's Hall because Adrik has told me so. Raya's getting along with the other Heirs, but she's kept her distance from me, and I know why.
She owes me an answer.
I thought we would talk about everything during my recovery time, but I guess she has other plans. I let a grin spread across my face because Raya has no idea what kind of position she has put herself in.
I've been recuperating for fourteen days, and although I'm far from healed, Doc has permitted me to move around the Hall freely. I still can't go to the club, but at least I won't have Mahony or Sasha, my special guard dogs, watching my every move. I now know why my little lamb dislikes Cale.
It's late afternoon when I finish my shower, dress in sweatpants and a black T-shirt, and leave my room.
Having the nurse tend to me was nice, but she wasn't Raya.
Now, I need to go find the object of my obsession because I have needs that nobody else has been able to help with, and I've had an itch for a really long time.
"Take it easy, Mr. Beckam." Dr. Mahony instructed me this morning, "No straining yourself and no heavy lifting."
My only response was, "Well, I guess I'll need someone to help me every time I take a piss, now, won't I?"
He wasn't too impressed by my words, but do you really think I gave a fuck? Nobody is going to tell me that I can't fuck my girl, and that's precisely what I'm going to do once I find her. She can deny it all she wants, but we both know that she's addicted to me, as I am her.
Once again there is no answer when I knock on her bedroom door. My hands ball up into fists as I try and keep the irritation at bay. Typically, I would walk away, not knowing whether Raya was in her room, but not this time. This time, I twist the doorknob and push the door wide open.
Empty.
"Looking for little Raya, are you?"
I swing around and find Cray leaning against the wall across the hallway with a big ole smirk on his face.
Rolling my eyes, I shut her door and head for the stairs, ignoring Cray altogether.
I don't need to catch shit from my friends.
They've been up my ass ever since they watched the video themselves.
They're finding the situation way too amusing for my liking.
They're all waiting to see me grovel, but that won't happen in front of them.
I don't owe them shit, and I refuse to be their entertainment.
I get that I fucked up, we both did. It seems we were young and easily influenced, but now that we are older and know better, we need to figure this shit out because I refuse to go another day without calling her mine.
When all is said and done, Saraya Abbott is mine, but apparently, I need to give her time to get used to the idea. Time is up now. I'm going to find her and reclaim her, and she's going to accept it because Nyx Beckam doesn't take no for an answer.
I pass a still smirking Cray but slow down when I hear him say, "I saw her heading to your kitchen. You may want to make her change. I may not make a move on your woman without your permission, but that doesn't mean my dick won't get hard at seeing her in certain attire."
I don't look at him when I warn him, "That permission will never come. Raya is off limits to all of you…"
Cray's laughter is all I hear as I continue downstairs, heading in the direction that my friend directed me in.
I prepare myself for what I presume will be a delightful picture of my little lamb working in the kitchen wearing clothing that makes my best friend hard and knowing that I will have to punish her for it.
I hear her as I approach the swinging door, humming a tune I'm unfamiliar with. Pushing the door open a crack, I find my little lamb standing at the stove, adding some hamburger to a pan. I find it a bit amusing and cute.
Saraya has been cooking all my meals, and I really need to thank her personally.
So, slipping through the door silently, I walk up behind her, admiring her very short skirt.
Cray wasn't lying; my dick is instantly hard as I peruse her slender legs, from her bare feet all the way up to where they disappear right before her beautiful ass.
I take hold of her hips and grip them tight, knowing she's going to jump. Feeling her in my grasp again sends a jolt through me, and suddenly, my irritation from her avoiding me again takes hold.
"Jesus, Nyx!"
I ignore her as I dip my head and nuzzle her neck while I grind myself against her ass. She tries to move away, but I won't allow it. Without saying a word, I lift her skirt, push her panties aside, and run my fingers through her folds. The moisture pools instantly, and I chuckle.
"Nyx…"
I yank the front of my sweatpants down and push into her, not stopping until I'm balls deep inside her. She's trying to stir the hamburger but pauses when she gasps with my intrusion.
"Nyx, you need to stop. I'm trying to make dinner since someone decided to let the help go…"
"And?" I ask, "Did I tell you to fucking stop?"
I pull out to the tip, then thrust back into her, letting her gorgeous cunt swallow me whole. My little lamb hisses with the intrusion, but it only makes me want to fuck her harder.
I chuckle when she pauses her cooking and instruct her, "Don't forget the seasoning, little lamb."
"Nyx, you shouldn't be exerting yourself…"
"Salt, pepper, garlic powder, and chopped onion, Raya." I lift her leg and plunge deeper into her depths, groaning at the way her walls grip my fucking cock.
"Phoenyx—I can't!"
"Does it look like I give a fuck if you're cooking? I'll take you… anywhere… and anytime… I want." I thrust hard and deep in between my words. "We both know this greedy girl will welcome me whenever I want it." I reach around and pinch her clit, making her cry out.
Raya pants and moves her hips to meet mine, but I'm not sure whether she is aware of herself doing so.
I bite her neck, and she moans as her head rests against my shoulder.
With her eyes closed and mouth hanging open, Saraya, in the throes of passion, is so fucking hot.
The fact that it's my cock making her feel this good only adds to my ego.
"Don't burn the meat, baby." I give a slight chuckle.
"Oh fuck—I'm going to come, Nyx…"
I thrust in a few more times just to fuel her climax, and then I pull out just as she's about to explode. My own cock aches, but it will wait. I'm not ready to give her what I know her body wants.
"What the…" Raya complains.
"That was just the appetizer," I say, turning as I tuck my throbbing cock back into my sweats, "You'll get the main dish soon enough."
"Fucking asshole…" comes from her pouty lips, and I snicker.
"Yeah, but you want this fucking asshole." Those are the last words out of my mouth before I walk out of the kitchen.
ME: Eat with me in my room.
LIL LAMB: No.
ME: That wasn't a request, Raya.
LIL LAMB: It's still no.
ME: Don't test me, baby.
She leaves my last message open , making me wonder if she will defy my orders. I know she doesn't like being told what to do, but I love riling her up. I love doling out punishments more, and she will be adding to her long list of punishments if she doesn't eat with me.
Lucky for her, when she brings me my food, there are two plates on the tray. I smirk at her, earning me a glare from those beautiful brown eyes. She says nothing as she sets the tray down on the bedside table.
"No, bring it to the table in the corner so we can eat together," I tell her, earning yet another glare.
I tilt my head and watch her ass as she walks to the corner where said table is at. Damn, that skirt really is super short. I frown with displeasure as I walk up behind her, and lean over her back.
With both my hands on each side of her, braced on the table, I bring my mouth to her ear and say, "I'm going to burn that skirt if I ever catch you wearing it outside of our wing of the Hall."
"What? Why? "
"Because you don't need to be flaunting that beautiful ass in front of my friends. They can only take so much and are already annoyed that I won't share you."
I watch as she swallows hard before responding with, "I don't flaunt—"
I grip the hem of her skirt and hold it to her body, cutting off her words with my own, "This is how high your skirt is in the back," showing her how it sits just above the bottom of her ass cheeks when she's bent over.
I may have accidentally let a finger or two slip between her thighs as I do so. She's still wet from earlier.
"Don't…"
"Don't what?"
Raya pushes herself back, taking me by surprise and making me step back. "Don't start something that you're not going to finish."
My cock jerks, and the next thing I know, I'm spinning Raya around to face me. Slipping my hand around her throat, I push her back until her ass is against the edge of the table.
"Pull it out, little lamb."
"What?"
"You heard me. I said pull… it… out. I told you the main dish was coming, and now, I'm ready to serve it, so pull it out."
Raya's eyes flash with need before she glances down at my package. “You’re hurt; you shouldn’t be doing this…”
"I didn't ask for your opinion. I gave you an order, little lamb. Now, will you follow it, or will I have to take it once again?"
Raya glowers at me, but her hands swiftly push my sweatpants down past my hips, letting my hardness spring free. I want to flip her over and redden her ass so badly, but I won't. I want to see just how far she will let me push her before she gives me hell.
"What do you want to do with it, little lamb? Tell me…"
She gazes into my eyes, and I cock my brow. She then looks down, and I have to grind my teeth when she wraps her hand around it. The hand around her throat moves up to grip her jaw, but it's all I do.
"Take my panties off," she murmurs.
My eyes light up, and instead of taking them off properly, I rip them off. "There—done."
Reaching behind her, Raya shoves the tray over and sits on the edge of the table. I wince as she pulls me with her by my cock. When I growl at her for doing so, she gives me a beautifully wicked smile.
"What are you waiting for, Nyx? Are you going to fuck me?"
"No."
Confusion crosses her delicate features, and I hold back a grin, waiting for her to say what she wants. I can see the irritation in her eyes—she's frustrated. Good.
"If you want my cock inside you, then make it happen," I tell her.
"Fuck you."
She lets go of my length and then moves away. Maybe she's not used to asking for it. I have no doubt that sex with Ken was anything but consensual, and she had no choice. Instead of asking her what she wants, which can wait until another time, I sit and hold my hand out.
"Nyx, I think it's best—"
"—that you get that ass of yours over here and ride my cock," I cut her off.
The little minx stands there, biting her bottom lip, contemplating what she wants to do. I want to give her the choice as long as she makes the right choice. I'm not trying to be a dick, but I know she wants it. She's getting inside her head, and we all know what happens when he does that.
"Be a good girl and come here."
She crosses her arms.
"This is going to happen, Raya. I'm just giving you the chance to take control." I begin stroking my cock for her. "It's no secret that I want inside that glorious cunt of yours, so why is it so hard to admit that you want me there, too?"
"It's not that, Nyx. I'll happily admit to wanting you, but sex won't fix the underlying problems we have."
I stop stroking to say, "I know, Raya. We will talk about it, but right now, I need to be inside of you—it's been too long."
I hold my hand out once more, and after staring at it briefly, Raya takes it and lets me pull her to me. For the first time in God knows how long, I ask instead of demand, "Will you please sit on my cock and ride it?"
Laughter bubbles out of my little lamb, but she swings her leg over and hovers over my shaft until I'm lined up to her wet slit. We both moan as she descends, and our foreheads press together as she adjusts to my size again.
"My God, Nyx…"
"No shit. You feel fucking amazing, but I'm sorry, this can't be slow. I need you to fuck me hard, baby. Can you do that for me?"
"Are you sure you're up for it?" She cocks her brow at me.
"Oh, you better believe it…"