Zandor

by M. J. Fields

  Before I could say a word his hand covered my mouth. “No thank you, but next time we visit the area we will get in touch. I have your card, thank you, ladies.”

  The other girl looked at me. “Your boyfriend was a perfect gentleman.”

  I tried to pull away and he held me tighter as the elevator started to fill up.

  He started rubbing my arm slowly up and down and whispered in my ear. “I scheduled a couple’s massage for us. A surprise for you. I was sure you would be a ball of stress when you came back to me. Then I called you over and over and over again. I didn’t think about cancelling because I was driving myself crazy worrying about you as I sat in the hotel room that you and I christened last night, and this morning. I didn’t do anything wrong, Kitten.”

  “I hope you fully enjoyed yourself.”

  The elevator was empty when it stopped on the top floor and he shuffled us forward and down the hall. I was too tired to argue.

  We walked in the room and there was a huge bouquet of flowers and candles everywhere. He let go of me and walked into the bathroom. I looked around and noticed the candles had not been lit. I took a deep breath.

  He came out still draped in the towel and called room service and ordered dinner, prime rib he said with a smile in his voice and then he hung up the phone.

  He let out a long slow breath as he took my purse off my shoulder and placed it on the bed. He walked behind me and took off my coat. My phone fell out of the pocket and he picked it up. He walked over to the nightstand and unplugged his phone and plugged mine in.

  His phone was in one hand and he took my hand and walked to the bathroom. He was running a bath and had candles lit. He closed his eyes and rolled his neck, stretching, calming himself.

  “I was pretty amped up when I left you this morning. But right now I feel pretty damn relaxed. I could call the masseuse back but I don’t think you’re in the proper mind set for that. So I’m going to take care of you and you’re going to let me. Is your father alright?”

  I nodded my head, “Zandor I…”

  He pressed one finger softly over my lips. “I. Am. Going. To take care of you.”

  He leaned in and rubbed his nose softly against mine and set a forgiving kiss on my lips.

  He walked behind me, grabbed his phone and gentle soft music oozed out of the speakers, filling the suite. He turned me facing the mirror and his arms wrapped and crossed in front of me. He kissed my neck, as he rubbed his fingers under my shirt.

  He slowly lifted my shirt. “Lift your arms, Kitten.”

  His voice was pillow soft, intoxicating. It commanded every part of me and if I wasn’t a selfish girl I would have stopped this. Each doubt erased by his lips, his voice, his touch. Before I knew it, I was standing in my bra and thong shamelessly in front of a wall of mirrors softly lit by candlelight. The heat from the flames was nothing compared to the heat I saw coming from the reflection of his eyes as they slowly raked over my body’s reflection.

  As self-conscious as I was about being naked in front of a man, the feeling I received from him took the insecurities I felt and set them on fire until the ashes of self-loathing fell to the floor beneath me.

  “You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, Rebekah George.” He rubbed his thumb under my bra strap and kissed my neck as he pulled it down.

  He stepped back and unhooked my bra and watched in the mirror as he seductively pulled the other strap down. My bra dropped to the floor and he gave a low admiring groan as he cupped one slowly in his hand rubbing his thumb across my hardening nipple.

  “Perfect.”

  I watched as his eyes began to darken, the cinnamon color that I now knew meant one thing. His jaw muscles clenched and he hissed as he pinched my aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he sucked air in slowly between his teeth.

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his head fell backwards as he stretched his neck slowly rolling it from shoulder to shoulder. He was trying to calm himself and as much as I appreciated his slow seduction I wanted him, needed him as badly as he needed me.

  I reached my hand up behind me and rubbed his cheek and he rubbed his sexy stubble against my hand and then kissed my palm and took my hand in his and used it to pull my thong down my hip. He walked in front of me and knelt as he pulled them down slowly looking into my eyes the entire time.

  “Lift.” His voice was raspy and thick and made me wet immediately.

  If I put my foot down in front of me I would step on him so I stepped to the side spreading my legs a little.

  He took in a very deep breath, inhaling me, and made my heart start pumping faster. He bit his lower lip hard and then cleared his throat. His finger ran down my inner thigh to my ankle.

  “Lift,” he growled.

  I whimpered as my sex clenched in response to his command. “Zandor?”

  “Not yet, Kitten.” He stood quickly with my thong in hand.

  I closed my eyes and waited. I needed him to tell me what to do next. I looked up in the mirror and looked at my naked body. Without him standing behind me I felt all those feelings of shame, self-hate, and loathing start to creep in again.

  I heard the water turn off. “Come.”

  One word and I turned to see him drop his towel. I watched as he started to pull down his boxer briefs. I was so relieved that he had those on. I looked up at his eyes when he stopped and he rolled them, cocking his eyebrow. He knew what I was thinking, damn it!

  He held his hand out and nodded to the bathtub and helped me in. I sank down into the hot water and bubbles surrounded me. I looked over as he finished pulling his boxers down. His thick, long cock launched out and my legs clenched together, protectively.

  Drunk it was big, really really big. But once the beer goggles are on, anything is possible. Hidden under covers, still hung over I knew I could handle him. But now sober, looking at him I no longer wondered why I was so damn sore today.

  “What are you thinking, Kitten?” he chuckled as he stepped into the water.

  “Wow?”

  “That’s it?” he sat down across from me smirking that arrogant Yeah I know I’m the shit grin he wore from time to time—rightfully so.

  “Impressive?”

  “Try again, what do you really think when you see my cock?”

  “I think, how the hell did that fit in me?” I smiled for the first time in several hours.

  “You were primed well.” He winked.

  “You have a big dick.”

  “Dick? That’s not a dick. We’ve had this discussion already. What is it that I have for you?”

  I splashed him.

  “You embarrassed to say it?”

  “No!” My voice squeaked and he chuckled. “Fine --COCK!”

  “Mmm, say it again.” He bit his laugh back, smiling beautifully.

  “Cock.”

  He sucked air in through his teeth and then.“Yeah it is.”

  I covered my face and laughed.

  When I looked up, his smile had softened and the way he was looking at me sweetly made me a bit uncomfortable and so did the silence.

  “Zandor, I’m…”

  “How’s your father?”

  “Alright, sleeping.”

  “At home?”

  “No, he has two clogged arteries. They have to operate tomorrow morning.” I took a deep breath. “And I need to stay for a few days extra, a week if it’s okay?”

  “We can stay as long as you need, Bekah.”

  “No, I mean thank you, but you should go home.”

  “I will stay.” He had no expression on his face.

  “And I’ll feel torn.”

  “Torn by what? I’ll support you in any way you need.”

  “This happened because of me, Zandor, because of all the ugly things….”

  “Hold up just a minute. Just stop and think about what you just said. Now tell me how the fuck it’s your fault that his arteries harde
ned. Jesus Christ, Bekah, what the fuck did he do to you? I have sat here all fucking day long worrying about you because that mother fucker…”

  He stopped when he saw tears spilling out. “No, fuck!”

  He reached forward and dragged me to him by my ankles.

  He pulled my up onto his lap and hugged me.

  “I’m sorry, Christ, Bekah. I’m a shitty boyfriend, huh?”

  “No, it’s not you it’s me…”

  He kissed my head. “Shitty line, Kitten.”

  “Yours are better, huh?”

  “Got you back here didn’t they?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Turn around and tell me what you need from me.”

  “Turn around?”

  “Yeah, I don’t wanna fuck you while you’re sad, and your pussy is rubbing on me.”

  “If anyone else said that I would find it offensive.”

  He smiled. “You and me get each other.”

  “Sluts?”

  “Nah, sexually charged beings.”

  I turned and he pushed me forward. “Lay back, I wanna wash your hair while you tell me everything I missed.”

  I told him about the hospital and what the nurse said as I enjoyed his fingers rubbing into my scalp. He pulled me up and rubbed my back and then reached around to my front.

  “Did he stay?”

  “Yep, I told you he had to, overnight. Probably coming home tomorrow, the next day at the latest depending on how he does.”

  “Not him.”

  “Oh.”

  His hands went back to my shoulders. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

  “Yeah.”

  “All day?”

  “Yes, but I told him to leave.”

  “Hmm.”

  “I told him to leave.”

  I started to stand and he wrapped his legs around me and held me in place.

  “I would suggest you stop struggling because it’s doing shit to me, Kitten.”

  “Pig.”

  “Yeah, a little. Now let me ask you another question, did you tell him you were mine now?”

  “Yours?”

  “Yes.”

  I laughed and he tugged on my hair bringing my head back as he looked over my shoulders and down at me.

  “Why is that funny to you?”

  “Well you sound like a cross between a two year old and a baboon.”

  He smirked. “I’m neither.”

  He leaned down and his lips were inches from mine.

  “Whose lips should I be kissing?” His whisper hit exactly where he intended.

  “Mine,” I whispered back and leaned up wanting his kiss desperately.

  He pulled back out of reach. “When will you tell him?”

  “Now? Tomorrow?” Whenever you want me too!!!

  “You’ll let me.” He stood behind me and stepped out. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around him and grabbed one for me.

  He held his hand out to me and I took it.

  “I want to speak to him.”

  “That’ll go over well,” I whispered under my breath.

  “Are you afraid of him?”

  “No, Zandor. Not at all.”

  “Then what’s the issue?” He wrapped the towel around me and stepped back.

  “I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” I wrapped the towel tighter around me and put my hands on my hips trying to prove my point.

  His lips turned up and his eyes rolled slightly. “Bad ass, are you?”

  “It’s my problem. I will deal with it.”

  “Alone?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Because that’s what you’ve always had to do, Bekah.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  He looked around the room and clenched his jaw. He didn’t answer he just started blowing out candles. When he finished he looked up at me and contemplated what he was about to say.

  “I am real good at some things. I don’t fumble with anything. You’re making me feel a little less in control than I am comfortable with. What I am saying is that as my Lady friend I will not let someone hurt you. I will be your knight in shining armor, I will be the one to protect you from those who hurt you.”

  “I’m not comfortable with that.”

  “It’s not up to you. I said we will stand by each other and you agreed. That’s the way it’s gonna be.”

  He was getting angry.

  “I need to take care of unresolved issues.”

  “When will you figure out that there are some issues that you can’t take care of? Your father should have protected you from day one. He isn’t up for the job, it will be my fucking privilege, Bekah, to do that.”

  He opened the door for room service and wheeled the cart in.

  “Prime Rib, Kitten, for you. Sit, please.”

  He turned the song and it was beautiful.

  A girl like me could buy into all of what he was saying, hook, line, and sinker. A girl like me would get caught and tossed back weakened to the sharks and make the mistakes of the past over and over again.

  The song he played repeated Hello My Old Heart by the Oh Hello’s. He meant for me to hear it.

  I sat across from the table eating steak with a beautiful man who was seducing me with his eyes, his words, his promises made in a song. A man who had never done this before. As real as it felt I knew it would end like everything else did. Ugly, sad, and I would be broken.

  I knew this would be a fight until the bitter end and I wasn’t ready for that. I chose not to fight with him and enjoy the illusion set before me. For now.

  Let Her Go

  Zandor

  Looking at her across the table, I felt that feeling in my stomach again. A feeling I felt earlier, down deep. A feeling I’d never had with a girl or woman. I couldn’t stop looking into her eyes. She was the same girl who walked into the shop, confident and beautiful. The girl I knew now was full of shit that day, and just as full of shit right now.

  “Is it cooked alright?” I was making small talk about food now.

  “Yes, I’m just tired. I should probably go home and get some sleep.”

  “No!” Okay Z, that was real cool you fucking pussy. “I mean stay here. We can have your clothes washed. You said you were going to.”

  She smiled sadly. “Listen…”

  I stood up and pulled her chair out. “No, come here.”

  I pulled her behind me toward the bedroom and when I turned around she was looking down, deep in thought. “I don’t want you to leave. Not now, not…”

  She grabbed my face and kissed me. She kissed me hard, not easing into shit. “I want you.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” She dropped her towel and pulled mine off. “Now.”

  “Easy, Kitten. We have all night.”

  She shoved me on the bed and straddled me.

  She leaned over and kissed my neck and then up to the top of my head. Her plump tits were in my face. Now I’m no country music fan, but that Motorboating song popped in my head and fuck if I could control myself.

  She giggled when I motorboated them tits and flipped her on her back.

  “You have the best tits, Kitten.” I held her arms up and held them down with my knees. “I’m so pissed that I blew those candles out, I want to drip wax on them so fucking bad.”

  I pushed them together and shoved my cock between them. She bent down and nipped the tip of my cock and I was shocked.

  “Hmm a naughty little Kitten. I should spank that ass and then fuck it.”

  She looked shocked and I smirked. “Just joking.” For now.

  “You scared me.” She closed her eyes.

  Okay, note to self. She can act like a crazy ass all she wants, and you can’t tell her what you have in store for her…yet.

  I slid down her body and lay between her legs.

  “You’ve never done that?”

  “Anal?” She gasped.

  “Yeah.”

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p; “Exit only.”

  “You might like it.”

  “I don’t think I would.”

  “Hard limit?”

  “What?” She laughed nervously.

  “Never mind. Tell me what I can do for you right now, Kitten. Tell me what you need from me.”

  I kissed her neck and let my hand slide down her body. Her little purrs told me what she liked and what she wanted. But as much as I wanted inside her, raw dog, I needed her to talk. Because I was not ready to leave her here without letting her have a reason to come home.

  I rolled off her and lay beside her and took her hand and kissed it. “Il mio dolce gattino.”

  She smiled sweetly. “What does that mean?”

  “I can’t tell you.”

  “Say it again?” She yawned

  “I’ll tell you when we’re back in Jersey.” I leaned over and kissed her. “Please listen without getting pissed.” I leaned forward and kissed her. “I want what’s best for you. I want you to move forward and not back. I have a past too, Bekah, I am choosing to keep it there. I wanted to break two men in half today…”

  “Okay, I really don’t want…”

  “Two men that hurt you, the girl that has made me, ME want her and only her, to have a relationship? It’s fucking crazy, Bekah. Beautiful, crazy, and alien to me. I know you’re blaming yourself for…”

  “Please don’t, just please.”

  I held her against me.

  “Bekah, I won’t leave you here alone. I can’t, not with them, not when you’re unable to see that you are wonderful and deserve far more than what they are capable of giving you.”

  “It’s not your choice, Zandor. I have obligations to my father.”

  She was getting pissed, tensing up and distancing herself.

  “It’s not your fault that he’s in the hospital.”

  “Then whose is it?”

  She sat up and grabbed the towel, wrapping it back around her.

  “Okay, just lay back down. I won’t push, I get feeling obligated to family. I just wish you’d see that it’s not alright for someone to treat you like that.”

  “It is! Did you not hear what I’ve done? I’m an awful person. A disgrace to my father…” I tried to interrupt. “No! I’m dealing with it. I’m trying to become a better person and then you…”