He made her moan and sigh, and her legs shook as she turned to give him better access to her neck.
She arched away from the bed, taking Saint up with her, clutching him to her. She pulled him back down and he complied, not missing one beat during the aerial interruption. He listened closely to her breathing, knowing she was about to cum again. She shook beneath him, around him, so violently that he lost control. Saint came again, holding tightly to her as he shouted, releasing his tension deep within her. His dick throbbed in her vessel, matching his heart rate. Saint slowly opened his eyes and looked down at her. He caressed her hair with his fingertips, his body still joined with hers as he continued to lie inside her.
“Xenia, I didn’t cheat on you. I feel like a fuckin’ broken record, baby,” he said breathlessly. “I swear. I will keep repeating it forever if that is what it takes. I know how it looked, but you have to believe me.” He waited for her to open her eyes and look into his.
Xenia shook her head with determination. “No, Saint! I can’t trust you. You won’t even admit the truth. How could we move forward if you won’t even admit what you did?” she asked, opening her eyes and looking up at him, his face close to hers.
He smiled at her, a sad smile that reflected his heartache. Her stomach flipped when she buried her face in his chest and she smelled his skin, then looked straight into his hauntingly seductive light brown eyes with flakes of gold and green.
“Have you cried since I’ve been gone?” Xenia asked coolly, her face a mask.
Saint was silent for a moment, taken aback by the question.
“What do you want me to say, Xenia? I can’t win with this question. If I say ‘no,’ then you think I don’t care. If I say ‘yes,’ you’ll think I’m only feeling sorry for myself and that you’re the only one that should be allowed to cry.” Saint leaned slightly closer to her. He cupped her right breast but when he lowered his mouth to it and sucked gently, she turned her gaze away. He took his time moving his warm, wet tongue along the nipple and in response she softly rubbed his dark head of hair, her hold on him tight. He went from one breast to another, treating each with the same thorough attention but then he slowly slid off of her and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a warm wash cloth.
Xenia gave him a confused look as he lifted her legs and cleaned her pussy thoroughly but gently. Still confused, she looked at him closely, her mouth agape.
“What are you doing?” she asked quietly.
His gaze roamed lazily over her before he swiftly disappeared between her thighs, pushed her legs wide apart and let his tongue taste her pussy.
“I told you ‘no,’” she whimpered helplessly as he continued to tongue sex her silly.
Xenia bucked against his lips as Saint languidly moved over her delicate, sensitive folds. He orally massaged her clitoris while simultaneously inserting three fingers inside her, expertly manipulating her G-Spot.
“Saint!” Xenia screamed as her body gave in to what it wanted.
Saint consumed her, drinking every ounce she showered into his mouth. He kept on; even minutes after she had cum back to back, and ensured her body wouldn’t miss another opportunity at complete bliss.
Saint sat back up, wiped the side of his mouth with the back of his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, deliberating before he stood up and put his robe back on.
Xenia was passed out. He leaned back over her, pinched her inner thighs in his usual fashion and kissed her stomach. Xenia stirred and slowly opened her eyes.
He stood back up and looked down at her briefly before turning and going towards the bedroom door.
“Wait,” she said as he tied his robe around his waist and gripped the door knob. “I want…the swing,” she said softly, longingly.
Saint thought about what he just heard. After a few seconds of silence, he walked to a hidden door in their bedroom wall. He pushed the silver, rectangular button next to it, punched in a three-digit code and stood back.
The door slid electronically to the right, exposing a shoe box shaped, black painted room full of shiny silver medieval looking toys and contraptions. Saint disappeared into the darkness, hit a switch inside the room that caused it to glow blood red, then strobe. He untied his robe, letting it fall to the ground, then spun around to adjust the hooks on a swing that hung from the ceiling with thick, steel cables and knots. He motioned to her to join him.
Xenia rose from the bed and walked slowly into the room, a glow of anticipation spread across her face. He knew she hated herself for feeling so weak. Saint was the only man that made her crumble, sexually. The fact that she was in love with him also put a helpless, hurtful spin on the realities she grappled with since the day they separated. He’d felt every ounce of her pain.
Saint breathed deeply, shakily, and walked to the other side of the room, red, pulsating light bathing every inch of his chiseled body. The smell of new leather permeated the area, intoxicating him with the powerful sexual torture their mutual lust conjured. Saint hit a stereo button, and Faith Evans’ “I Love You” boomed through the bass amplified speakers.
Xenia frowned. “Turn to something else. I know why you chose that song, you asshole.” She sucked her bottom lip.
Saint’s smile faded, replaced with seething rage that welled up from deep inside him. He knew what she was referring to. The night she conceived Dakarai, this same song was playing and brought her to tears as he whispered in her ear right after he ejaculated.
That’s it, baby,” he told her.
Saint held her trembling body while he continued to spill himself inside her. “It’s done…you’re pregnant again…we’re going to have another baby…and I’m sorry, it’s out of my control but I know you’ll be happy regardless, it’s another boy. I’m so happy. Thank you, my Goddess, for my second son.”
“That’s just what came on, Xenia. I didn’t select any song in particular.” Saint reeled in his anger and chose something else. Pretty Willie now sang “Touching It” as Saint gritted his teeth and walked over to Xenia.
He lifted her abruptly in his strong arms. Xenia’s head fell on his chest as he gently placed her in the leather covered swing with silver metal chains hanging from it. He felt a mixture of resentment and melancholy as he mourned what they used to have, and was no more.
He tied her in the seat, adjusting the leg and stomach straps. Toggling between hostility and calmness, he caught himself applying unneeded pressure to one of the holsters around her leg.
“Do you want your arms free or not?” he asked solemnly.
“Free,” Xenia answered quietly, the red strobe lights shining down onto her silken bare skin. He picked up the red and black candy ball strap and inserted it into her mouth, tying it securely on both sides.
The ball pushed her mouth open so all she could do was mumble. It forced her eyes and hands to have to do all the talking. Xenia whimpered, her pussy instantly growing wet against his hand when he touched her.
“Bend your head forward,” Saint demanded as he covered her eyes with the black blindfold.
Xenia immediately did as she was told. Saint tied it securely and gently pushed her back flat onto the back of the swing. It swayed slowly, jeering off a bit more to the left than needed. He watched her swinging, with the music playing in the background; the scent of the leather and metal becoming warm awakened his senses once again.
He rubbed the back of his neck, preparing for the sweet leather harnessed game he was about to inflict. Xenia curled her toes. Saint zoned in on her gaping thighs and glistening pussy.
Xenia tilted her head back and her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Saint wiped a trace of saliva that dribbled from her lips. As the swing moved toward his pelvis, Saint reached down and grabbed his hard dowel, pointing it directly towards Xenia’s warm, open pussy. Each time she brushed against him, he bumped the head of his cock onto her love. As she’d retreat back, she’d gurgle, a muffled moan that showed she wanted him inside her.
He intention
ally tortured her, made her crave him like he craved her. Finally, he let her have him. He grabbed onto the left side of the swing on the forward momentum and pushed deeply within her.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” Saint moaned loudly, letting his head fall back as he released the swing from his grip. Xenia’s swinging body met his over and over again. He grabbed the swing securely, pushed in and out of her rapidly – this time, not allowing her to fall backward.
“Who’s pussy is this?” Saint demanded. “It’s mine, isn’t it? Nod your damn head.”
Xenia’s eyes watered as quick back-to-back orgasms made her body limp.
“Nod or I’ll pull my dick out of you, walk the fuck out of here and go to sleep!”
Xenia nodded.
“Wait right here,” he said angrily.
Saint quickly pulled out of her, his dick slick with her juice as he made his way over to a series of shelves in the room. He took down a large black container and picked out an open mouth gag and a vibrator.
He jogged back over to her, removed the candy ball from her mouth and tied on the open one, after which he plunged his tongue down her throat as he began to thrust into her with force. He placed the small silver bullet vibrator on Xenia’s clit as he continued to move swiftly inside her, his balls slapping against her dripping wet pussy.
Saint thrust with all of his might, watching Xenia’s eyes widen as her orgasms were wrenched from wild and deep within her core.
He looked at her and felt anger not at her, but at himself, for he knew it was his fault she was in the shape she was in. He had done just as she had accused, he had turned her out. Over the years, he continued to step up his game with her – taking her through his terrifically twisted, seductively sordid, deliciously deviant mind and desires with perfectly timed baby steps until finally, he had her just where he wanted her.
He soon found himself being woken up in the middle of the night with her demanding to be spanked, gently gagged and for her favorite collar to be put around her neck, the white leather one with the rubies and diamonds that Saint had specially made to fit his Queen’s neck perfectly two anniversaries ago. He had known all along that Xenia was a freak, just like him; she just needed someone to bring it out of her.
He couldn’t be married to anything less and he knew after the first time he made love to her that they would be fucking happily until the day they died. The special cave was their rarely spoken of reprieve. One of them would request the other’s company inside – and that was how it would start and end. It was an occasional treat, so that each and every time they entered their secret retreat, it never became mundane or something they got completely used to. They just knew that when the mood struck, there would be a date in the ‘red room’ and it would be a shockingly fantastic experience they’d never forget.
Xenia bucked against his groin, her orgasm building as Saint angled his body to keep rubbing against her G-Spot with the vibrator on full blast on her clit. He quickly reached forward and removed the gag when she raised her hand and gave the ‘safe sign,’ which was all five fingers spread and waving ‘hi’ or three head nods if her hands were tied. She sighed in relief as she moaned loudly, her back arched, causing the swing to move around wildly from her contorting, quivering body.
“Oh God!” she screamed as the third and fourth wave of multiple orgasms consumed her. It was too much. Saint watched as she came again then slowly withdrew from her.
Zero 7 sung “Destiny.” The soothing melody played in the background. Covered from head to toe in sweat, Saint walked back to the shelves and pulled out a vibrating cock ring. He wrapped it on his dick and returned to Xenia’s languid body. He removed the blindfold.
Xenia looked down between her legs, as Saint pushed back inside her. He groaned when he moved in and out of her saturated pussy, bumping the vibration firmly against her with each stroke. Xenia closed her eyes in submission, only to flash them back open when he suddenly untied her.
Saint stopped moving and worked quickly to unsecure her. He picked her up in his arms, allowing his dick to slide out of her as he placed her, belly first, on a black rubber mat.
“What are you doing?” Xenia asked weakly, her pussy throbbing yet begging for more.
“Be quiet. I didn’t ask you to speak. You think you can just come into our house and have me fuck you and walk away? Then you are going to play by my rules,” Saint said sternly as he began to loosely hog-tie her with the Japanese silk bondage ropes.
Xenia burst out laughing. He was playing one of her favorite games. Saint had no problems talking dirty to his Queen, but it took him a little practice to talk down right rudely to her during sex games. He still held her in high regard and he usually needed a couple of minutes to get into character.
“Thank you!” she giggled. “I wasn’t sure under the circumstances that you’d…”
She yelped when the leather whip hit her ass, got her flesh stinging and burning red. Xenia bucked. Her body rocked on her stomach because he did it harder than usual. He wanted to make it hurt, to make her pay for not doing what he said. Saint fell down on her back and forcefully pried her thighs apart to enter her while her restrained body took his sexual beat down like a champ.
“That’s right, take it, take that big fuckin’ dick in your tight little pussy!” Saint hissed in her ear as he pushed his weight onto her.
“You’re an adulterer, a male slut,” Xenia responded harshly. “My husband is the biggest whore of all!”
Xenia’s eyes narrowed, heartbreak and reality clearly now seeping into their ritualistic game.
“I was only your slut, Xenia. Either play the game or we won’t play at all. Makes no difference to me. You wanted this shit – to come in here and get fucked. So either get fucked or get out. I don’t need this shit.” Saint continued to shove his thick, stiff cock in and out of her hot, soft, sopping pussy.
“Fuck you, Saint! You fucking liar.” Saint ignored her and continued to ram her.
“Oh shit!” she cried.
“This is what you want, right?” he said roughly as he squinted in the dizzying red lights. “You like it hard and rough today, don’t you?”
Saint’s anger grew as he looked at her smiling face.
“I hate you, but I can’t live without the sex,” she admitted. “Do you know how pathetic that makes me feel? I tried to go without it, but I just can’t. You’ve done something to me.” She pushed her ass up against him, swallowed all of him in her body.
“The only thing I’ve done to you is love you the way you’re supposed to be loved. If fucking you right all of these years makes you hate me, because now you have to come back to get refills, then I guess that’s just how it is.”
He pulled out of her, removed the hog ties from her body and laid her back flat on her stomach, on the mat.
Her body and hair glistened with sweat. Saint rubbed an ice cold cloth along her skin, flipped it over, then turned her on her back, and dabbed at her face. Xenia looked up at him, confused.
He knew what she saw. He bloomed with warm light. From the top of his head to his knelt silhouette, every inch of him seemed to be filled with white iridescence in the dark red, flashing room. He glowed.
She doesn’t look at me the same. Saint’s heart sank at this realization, and his frustration mounted. She no longer sees me, the real me. I need her to feel our soul connection – she won’t let me in. Look at me! He thought angrily as fragments of his wounded spirit oozed from his body.
She probably thought herself crazy or high on something, to see him glowing like a fucking Christmas display. She rubbed her temple, without a doubt trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
Saint wanted to erase that confusion, he wanted her to see him for who he was – the man who loved her. He lowered himself onto her, his luminescence slowly fading as his hot and wet body entered her again as he grinded against her in nastily gorgeous rotations. Saint slid his hands under her ass, and gripped the soft flesh tightly as he approached his cl
imax. He rubbed his bottom lip against hers, sliding it slowly back and forth before giving her a sweet, delicate peck.
He kept his expression cool, and felt answering chills go up her spine. Yet, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull out of her – just like she couldn’t stop hating and loving him simultaneously. She gasped and sighed, the pain in her heart taking her body over, causing her to cramp and shake…and his heart to break all over again.
“You’ve hurt me so bad,” Xenia choked out. “This shit is so unbelievably painful – when you’re in love with someone who doesn’t give a fuck about you…and don’t tell me again that you didn’t really do it. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”
Saint kissed her cheek and held her closer to him. He lightly bit her shoulder blade and cradled his face between her neck and shoulder. Xenia held onto his slick back, his dick’s rhythm lulling her to bliss and tranquility as her body reverberated with soft orgasms that tingled her spine. He knew the moment when she let go.
“You’re so warm, baby,” Saint whispered as he came quietly inside her. “I just want to be inside you forever. Xenia, don’t stop loving me. Please.”
Xenia hugged him tighter; kissed his forehead as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
They slept for a half an hour before Xenia woke. She quickly made her way out of their secret room, back into the master suite and hastily re-dressed. Saint stayed close behind her. When she reached for the front door to leave, Saint softly touched her hand.
“So, this is all I get? This is all you plan to give me? I can only sleep with you; I can’t have your heart anymore?” Saint asked, looking deeply into her eyes, pleading.
“You had my heart, and you broke it. It’s not available to give back to you even if I wanted to. The shattered pieces can’t be glued back together.” With those words, she left the house that she, too, had once called home.
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CHAPTER SIX
Saint lifted his right leg and set it up on the chair ahead of him. He gripped his red and white striped bucket of buttery popcorn as he waited for Raphael to return. The lights began to dim, along with the large screen that provided warnings against cell phone usage and talking excessively in the movie theater. Raphael sprinted down the aisle as the lights dimmed.
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