by Zoe Blake
Ella meant every word she had said. She couldn’t explain it but it was almost as though Zainon—a virtual stranger—had some sort of power over her, making her want to obey and please him more than anything else.
It was bizarre but it was also the most liberating thing.
As he came down to join her on the sofa, she was careful to avert her eyes from his prominent erection. It seemed huge, and for the briefest of seconds she wondered whether she should admit to him that she was, indeed, a virgin. In fact, up until a few minutes ago, she had never even been kissed.
But there was a dark flame in his eyes which she felt drawn to like a moth, and she was desperate to avoid doing anything which might cause him to look at her differently.
So she held her tongue and allowed him to move over her, his skin surprisingly smooth and hot to the touch as it met her own nakedness.
I would do anything for you, she thought silently, closing her eyes as his mouth once again found hers and his tongue claimed her. Despite his sometimes rough, almost brutal handling of her, she felt strangely safe with him. She trusted him.
And so it was that, when he gripped her thighs in his big hands and drew them apart so he could align his cock with her slippery virginal entrance, she spread them willingly.
Ella didn’t have anything to compare this night’s events with but even so, she had a feeling it was something special. Magical, almost. Is this what love feels like?
She had no more time to dwell on that thought as he gave one great heave and tore her apart, his broad, rigid length thrusting all the way inside while he kissed her, drinking in her scream of agony.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned against her lips as he began to move back and forth, filling her… filling her…
Just like with all the other pain he had inflicted on her body, the stinging burn in her sex quickly morphed into something else; something infinitely more pleasurable. Thank God I was already so wet, she thought as the familiar pulsing began once more in that sensitive spot he had already paid so much attention to.
She cried out as he began to increase his pace, ploughing into her hard and fast, his teeth once again finding that delicious place where her neck and shoulder met, and biting her possessively. His behavior reminded her of an animal as he mauled her breasts, his husky voice whispering how beautiful she was, how she was his now.
His.
Ella wasn’t naïve enough to believe that he meant it—even she knew enough to realize that men had a reputation of saying anything in the throes of passion—but she couldn’t deny the warmth which spread over her at those words, nor the desperate wish that he did mean it.
The feelings he was invoking in her were like a drug; the more he gave her, the more she wanted. And she wanted to feel them forever.
“I’m sorry, baby, you’re just too damn exquisite, I’m afraid I’m not gonna hold out much longer,” Zainon groaned, his pelvis grinding against her with more urgency.
Her response was to raise her head and kiss his shoulder, at which something inside him seemed to snap. Wrapping his hand around her throat, he pushed her head back down and growled as he squeezed.
Ella couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but allow him to pin her down—and yet her pussy responded instantly, clutching at him, that delicious ache increasing until she thought she might explode.
The tingling went all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, and she was just about to lose control when he gave a shout, one last, deep, thrust, and collapsed, shuddering, on top of her, removing his hand from her throat and panting into her hair.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before in my life,” he groaned.
I think I love you, she thought, relishing his weight and heat, trying to ignore the insistent, unsated pounding between her legs.
After a few moments to get his breath back, he raised himself enough that he could look down into her face. “Did you come?”
“No, Sir, but it’s fine—”
“No it isn’t,” he said, “but it’s okay. You will now.” He had just withdrawn from her when he paused. “You on your period?” he said at length.
Ella considered lying and saying yes but decided he might want to know the truth. “No, Sir.”
He chuckled. “There’s blood on me. Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
She remained silent, the heat prickling across her face as she blushed.
His startling eyes met hers, his expression suddenly very still. “You’re a virgin?” he said slowly. “Are you kidding me? Oh, fuck.”
“I was,” she said quietly, unable to suppress a small smile at the look on his face. “I guess I’m not now.”
“This isn’t fucking funny,” he snapped, getting off the couch and disposing of the condom. “Christ, if I’d known… I would never have… I would have been more damn gentle, for a start—”
“Please, Zainon. Sir.” She cast about, trying to find the right words. “It was wonderful. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. And I’m so, so glad it was you. I meant it when I said I’m yours.” There was a pause. “Are you worried you hurt me?” She raised an eyebrow and at last he smiled.
“Cheeky little Ella doll,” he said, going to the sink and wetting a washcloth before moving back to the couch. After he’d handed it to her and she’d wiped between her legs, he took her in his arms. “Wow. Your first time? You did great.” He kissed her forehead. “I didn’t even suspect. So this Nathan never—”
“No! Like I said, he’s my stepbrother!”
Zainon shrugged. “So? First of all, that’s not typically a blood relation, and second of all, we have all sorts of titles in the scene. I don’t know whether he’s your proper real-life stepbrother or just someone you asked to fulfil that role.” He paused, caressing her cheek. “I don’t know anything about you except what I feel when you look at me that way.”
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” she said, “but it’s not a very nice story.”
She expected him to tell her to dress and leave—after all, he’d had her, so what reason could he possibly have to ask her to stay and tell him all about herself? Why should he care? But to her immense surprise he reached down behind the sofa and retrieved a big fleece blanket. Settling her, still naked, on his lap, he wrapped them both in the soft material and held her close.
“I do want to know,” he said after a few moments. “I don’t know why, but there’s something about you that brings out sides of me I usually keep hidden—both good and bad. Tell me about yourself. Please.”
Unwilling to bore him, she kept it as short and matter-of-fact as she could, telling him about her stepmother, Nathan, and Anastasia, and how she was forced to live in what essentially boiled down to unpaid servitude.
Zainon listened without interrupting, occasionally kissing the top of her head, his arms tightening around her the more she talked.
“My God, that’s awful,” he breathed when she’d finally finished. “My poor little doll. You’re like a modern-day Cinderella.”
“Or just Ella,” she said with a giggle. “You’re definitely a good fit for Prince Charming.”
He gave a bark of laughter at that. “Hardly. You barely saw a glimpse of my dark side this evening, princess. My tastes run far deeper and more sadistic than that.”
She shivered at his words, and he pressed a kiss to the raised mark his teeth had left on her neck.
“It’s all right, baby,” he said. “I had no idea. I would never have—”
“No!” she said, cutting him off. “That’s not why I shivered. The truth is… well, I really don’t know how to explain it, but I enjoyed every single thing… all of it. This was the best night of my life and if I had my way, it would never end.”
She was glad she had her back to him and couldn’t see his reaction to her ridiculous outburst. This was Zainon Matthews. He probably had girls fawning over him all the time… a theory which was only borne out by th
e long silence that ensued. Ella was about to break it, to change the subject, when he spoke.
“There is one thing I would change. You haven’t come yet,” he said quietly.
“Oh, that’s all right,” she said. “You don’t have to—”
“Do you want to?” he said, his warm hand sliding between her thighs and cupping her sex, which immediately resumed its former pulsating ache.
“Oh yes, Sir,” she breathed, grinding her still hard clit against his palm. “So very much.”
“You’re not too sore?”
“No. Besides, you know I like it when it hurts a little…”
He chuckled at the obvious understatement. “Very well. Turn around, so you’re facing me.”
Her heart pounding, Ella did as she was told, gasping with surprise when he, still seated, lifted her up so her sex was on a level with his mouth.
“Shall we see whether you taste as delicious as you look? You can hold on to me or the back of the sofa if you need to keep your balance,” he added before his lips settled around her rigid clit.
She had never known such squirming, breathless ecstasy. His big hands gripped her buttocks tightly, renewing the ache in her whipped flesh, not allowing her to move even just the slightest bit while he plundered every inch of her pussy with his mouth, his tongue flickering back and forth, around and around, until she thought she would scream with frustration because he kept bringing her close… so close to the edge… and then stopping.
“Beg me for it,” he growled, his breath cool against her wetness.
So Ella did. She begged, she pleaded, she promised to do anything, anything he ever wanted, so long as he didn’t stop until she—
When his grip on her ass tightened and he drew her stiff nubbin between his lips, hammering it with his tongue, she came apart, great waves of pleasure starting in that tiny bundle of nerves he was sucking so relentlessly, and rolling through her entire body until she was shaking and begging him to stop, to let go, she couldn’t take it anymore.
But it was apparently not in Zainon’s nature to give in, as he continued to lick and suck until he decided she’d had enough, not before. And that wasn’t until she had gone limp in his grasp, shuddering with overstimulation and exhaustion. Only then did he relent and draw her back down, cradling her in his arms once more.
Zainon’s thoughts were tumbling over one another as he held her, savoring the occasional ripple of aftershock which went through her exquisite body.
He was smitten.
It was too soon to talk about love, surely, but he did know this: he had bedded and played with many, many women, and none had ever affected him the way she had. Especially not in so short a time.
What she had told him about the way she lived, the way her so-called family treated her, had infuriated him to the point where he wanted nothing more than to keep her by his side. To make her happy. To see her smile.
For all his fame and fortune, even though he had luxurious apartments in both London and New York, when he returned from being on tour and all his friends went home, he was alone. And he was growing tired of feeling lonely.
He had pretty much given up on the idea of finding a partner ever since he’d made it big. There was never any way to tell whether or not a girl was interested in him as a person, or in Zainon Matthews the brand—and the money that came with it. He had serious trust issues.
Not to mention his kinks. Two hearts beat in his chest; one good, one bad. One light, one dark. Any woman he took on as his girlfriend—with a view to perhaps making her his wife one day—needed to be able to handle both. To accept the fact that as much as he loved to nurture, protect, cherish and worship her, his inner beast also needed to be sated sometimes. His tastes were extreme—far more extreme than most—and sometimes his dark desires demanded that he hurt, humiliate, and push that same woman to her breaking point. He would always be careful never to cause real or lasting harm, but there would certainly be times when she didn’t know that.
He had always been that way. There was something indescribable about the level of power and trust his partner had to give him in order for him to be able to break her… only to build her back up again afterwards. It was on a far deeper level than mere love or lust. It was primal.
And although he’d had his fair share of experienced submissives and slaves, Ella was the first girl who had seemed completely unfazed by even that side of him. Not only that, she genuinely enjoyed it. Her eyes, when he’d gripped her throat, rendering her unable to breathe, had been glazed with lust and trust, not fear. He’d actually felt her gush onto his cock.
Not to mention the fact that she’d been a virgin. He was her first. He would always be her first. That was something special, something that appealed to his protective and nurturing side. While her family had hurt her, no man ever had—not in a romantic sense. And if he ensured that he was her last as well as her first, he could rest easy in the knowledge that she would never have her heart broken by a man. He certainly didn’t intend to ever hurt her emotionally.
We hardly know each other. We’ve only just met. On the other hand, the mutual chemistry and attraction is undeniable. And we could spend the rest of our lives getting to know one another…
Telling himself he was being ridiculous, he took a deep breath and loosened his hold on her. “We should get up and dressed,” he said, as matter-of-factly as he could. “People are probably wondering where I am—technically I, as the host, should make an appearance—and you’re missing a great party.”
She shot out of his arms as if he’d touched her with a cattle prod, and rushed over to where her clothing still lay in a pile. She slipped her skirt and panties on, then picked up the corset.
Zainon sat, unmoving, watching her beautiful pale skin as inch after inch of it disappeared from his view. There was a strange, unfamiliar tightness in his chest.
“I-I’m sorry,” she said in a choked voice. “C-could you p-please help me?” Moving to stand before him, she clutched the corset with trembling hands.
“What’s the matter?” he said gently, taking the satin from her and pulling her to sit on his knee.
“N-nothing. It’s fine. I’m all right. I-I just can’t do this up myself. My hands—”
“You’re not fine.” Raising her chin with a fingertip, he forced her to look up at him. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Her huge, beautiful eyes were brimming with tears and her lower lip, still slightly swollen from his kisses, was quivering. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know I’m being silly. I know we just met and you’re… you’re Zainon Matthews, and you can have anyone, and I’m just… just me, not important at all… but this was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced and I never wanted it to end…” A tear spilled over, leaving a glistening trail down her cheek. “And I knew it had to end, I knew it would, but still, I don’t want it to. I don’t…” she lost her battle with the tears, then, and burst into great, wracking sobs, “I don’t want to go home!”
“Listen to me,” he said, forcing himself to remain calm, “you’re not unimportant. In fact, I should take my belt to you again just for saying so, but then, you’d enjoy that.” He winked and was gratified to see a small smile curve her lips. “You are special. You’re fascinating, in fact. I never want this evening to end, either, but it’s just not realistic to consider a future together. You’re…” he cast about for the right words, “fragile. Sweet. I mean, fuck, you were a virgin! And as much as I want to love, cherish you and treat you like a princess, there are—and always will be—things I want to do to you which would seem, to the outside world, at least, abusive. You got a tiny glimpse of it this evening, but believe me, that was nothing compared to what I would do if I could. If you were really mine. If you truly belonged to me.”
Expecting her to shy away, he was surprised when she raised her chin and looked him square in the eye. “Like what?”
“Like ordering you to take off all your clothes, except mayb
e your shoes, and making you go out there,” he indicated the music and general party sounds beyond the door with his head, “and crawl across the room, through all those people. Naked. If you hesitated, I’d be quick to encourage you to keep moving. With my boot.”
“Why?” She didn’t look afraid; merely curious.
“Why not?” he countered. “To humiliate you. To show everyone in that room that I own you, that you’ll do anything I ask you to. That you’re mine.”
There was a flicker of something he couldn’t quite read in her eyes, then she leaned forward and kissed him. “If I could be yours, I would do that,” she said quietly. His heart skipped a beat even as he wanted to throw his hands in the air with frustration. Was there nothing that would shock this girl?
“Then,” he went on, drawing as far away from her as the back of the couch would allow, “when you reached the other side of the room, I would mark you as mine in the most intimate way there is.”
“How?”
Deciding to be as brutally upfront and shocking as possible, he told her. “I’d piss on you.” This is it. This is where she runs out of the room, screaming. But instead of doing that, she simply met his eyes. Her face was open and trusting.
“I don’t think you understand, Sir,” she said at length. “I know you’re trying to shock me. I know you’re trying to frighten me into leaving. But that’s not necessary. If you really want me to go, tell me so, and I will. Before you do, however, I want you to know that I really and sincerely would do anything you asked me to. I can’t explain why, but I trust you. You make me feel like… like I could do anything. I want to do anything I can to make you happy, to make you feel good—as good as you’ve made me feel. If you really did make me yours, I wouldn’t just crawl across that room naked, I’d do it with a smile on my face because I’d be the happiest girl on earth.” Then a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “Besides, how do you know I wouldn’t enjoy it? I’ve enjoyed everything else you’ve done to me so far.”
Zainon was seldom speechless, but this was one of those rare moments. He stared at her in disbelief, aware he should say something but completely clueless as to what.
