Orient Fevre

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  “Wait here.”

  I answered him with a purr. I wasn’t going anywhere with a bed this sweet. He disappeared from my view and returned with some wicked things in his hands. Two pairs of handcuffs were among them. He grabbed my arm and cuffed one wrist to the headboard.

  “Wait!” I was alarmed. “Don’t you think we should discuss the safeword first before you do this to me?”

  He cocked an eyebrow up. “The safeword is my name.”

  “But…I don’t know your name.”

  “Do you want to know?”

  I clammed shut. He must have thought I was being ridiculous that I was willing to be fucked at his whim and yet, I refused to know him personally. I’d planned for tonight to stay as a nameless fuck, my own way of a personal detachment. If I knew his name, I’d be thinking about him all the time. There was something about this man that drove me wild.

  He grinned. A row of white pearly teeth looked dazzling against his luscious tanned skin. His eyes glittered. “We’ll see how long you last without the safeword, kitten.” He grabbed my free wrist and handcuffed me to the other post. “What’s your name by the way?”

  “I’m afraid that information is highly classified.”

  “I can check on your ID implant and snoop everything I want to know about you. Not like you’re going anywhere, anyway.”

  “Why don’t you?”

  “‘Cause I want to hear it from your own mouth.”

  I writhed, my handcuffs clanking against the headboard. “Violet. My name is Violet Cross.”

  “Violet Cross. I love it. Such a pretty name.” He took off his watch and placed it by the nightstand. He disrobed, unbuttoning his black shirt. “Tell me, who’s this loser you’re trying to forget tonight?”

  I gulped. Was I that easy to read? “What are you talking about?”

  “You’re a classic example of rebound. You’re a pathetic drinker, got lost in a bar, and didn’t mind picking up a random guy as long as you got laid tonight. So, who is he? Or perhaps, she?”

  “That’s not your business.”

  “I want to make sure that I’m not going to fuck an attached woman. I don’t like taking somebody else’s lover, even though you’re so damn pretty.”

  “I’m free. Don’t worry about it.”

  He purred, considering. His gaze feasted on my sprawled, naked body. He burned me again, caressing me with a pair of invisible hands. My nipples hardened and the thrums in my pussy intensified.

  “Good enough for me.” He kicked off his boots and shoved down his jeans. He was a commando type of guy. His cock sprang from his dark thatch.

  Just like I had suspected, he had a magnificent cock—a cock truly primed to blow. He was huge even though he wasn’t fully erect yet. I thought about taking a nibble at that mouth-watering cock at some point later.

  “What do you think?” he asked me.

  I unconsciously swallowed my saliva. “Sweet.”

  He laughed. He grabbed one of his toys and climbed on the bed. My eyes widened when I got a good look at what was in his hand. It was an anal plug.

  “Whoa…I don’t know about that. It won’t fit.”

  Curiosity flashed across his face. “Don’t tell me you’re an anal virgin.”

  “No. Yes. Well sort of.”

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”

  “Not with a cock if that’s what you mean.”

  He let out a smile as if he was a sugar addict who’d been presented with an unexpected cupcake. “There’s a first time for everything. You did grant me an all-access pass.”

  “Can I revoke it now?”

  “Too late, kitten. I’m going to fuck your every hole, and you’d better like it.”

  “Oh man.”

  A dark thrill crept through me as he splayed my legs wide apart and stroked my pussy lips.

  “Pretty,” he commented on my cleanly shaved sex. “Just like the rest of you.” He oiled me with my own juice, his fingers eddying on my anus.

  My sphincter contracted at his very touch. My pussy spasmed.

  He pushed a finger in my ass, burying it knuckle-deep. I tensed. My muscles clenched from the intrusion, tightening around his finger. I felt violated, so lewd and tawdry, but excited at the same time. My ex, Mac, had liked playing with my ass once in a while, but he’d never had the guts to actually fuck me there. I was too tiny, Mac had said, and he’d worried he would’ve hurt me. But this nameless man, a finger bang extraordinaire, didn’t seem to mind if he hurt me there. He was going to fuck my every hole and I’d better like it. The notion elicited a sheer anticipation inside of me.

  “Damn. You’re tight,” he announced in a matter-of-fact tone. “I guess today is my lucky day. Yes?”

  I only whimpered. He inserted a second digit into my asshole, stretching me to prepare my body for a bigger object. My heart thundered. I stole a glimpse at his granite-hard cock. He was fully erect now. Oh fuck. He was going to tear me apart. I sucked a hard breath and the panic caused my sphincter to contract.

  “Relax, kitten,” he cooed to me, “try to relax for me.” He pulled his fingers out. He wetted the toy with his saliva and pushed the blunt tip of the anal plug into me.

  “God.” I mewled.

  The plug was five times bigger than his fingers. The rings of muscles of my sphincter denied the entrance at first, but then surrendered when he forced that toy inside me. A scream halted in my throat as the slick, thick, cylindrical toy invaded my virgin hole. My muscles clasped around the plug, protesting the intrusion. A deep, dark feeling overcame me. The toy felt weird, surprisingly good, in a wicked nasty way. I was so turned on by the impact, my pussy creamed.

  “There, there,” he rasped, almost lovingly, his voice thick with lust and approval. “How’d you like it?”

  “Fuck,” I gasped.

  “We’re getting there, don’t worry.” He shifted, leaning above me to check my handcuffs. Satisfied with what he saw, he wedged himself between my thighs, his broad chest against my swollen nipples, belly to belly, and his hard cock resting on my stomach. The erection felt hot on my skin. His tip glistened with pre-cum. “Last chance. Do you want to know my name?”

  “This is supposed to be a quickie.” My voice sounded desperate. If I knew his name, I’d be thinking about him after this was over. If he stayed anonymous, I’d be okay. It would be a nameless fuck. Nameless cock. And I’d move on.

  “Well, kitten, you picked the wrong guy.” He leant down, brushing his lips over mine, teasingly. “I don’t do quickies. Ever.”

  “Great. I knew I shouldn’t have picked you in the first place.”

  “Why did you?”

  “You’re delicious.”

  His laugh rang to the ceilings. “Do you want to know something? It’s fate, our encounter. We’re like moths to a flame.”

  “Burn me then.”

  “Mmm.”

  I shuddered as he stroked his ready cock and positioned his tip on my drenching pussy. He thrust, spearing me open with his pristine virile meat. The thick, fat cock ripped my pussy with semi-brutality. I yowled. Even though I was more than ready, the initial penetration was not without pain. New heat exploded, searing me alive. My overly sensitive cunt walls contracted as his veined shaft grinded my passage. He plunged down until he hit my cervix. I was breathless, the air around me thinning. He felt hot. Too fucking big. So damn good.

  I gasped a lungful of air, the sinful pain and ecstasy seizing me in a tight grip. My eyes flew wide, mesmerised at the sight of our joining sex. There was still more of him left, a few good inches. And judging from the look on his face, he was planning to shove that cock all the way inside me, making me take him whole, stretching me beyond the impossible.

  “I don’t think so,” I cried, shaking my head. “You’re nuts!”

  He shushed me quiet, tossing his thick long hair to his back. “You’ll take me. All of me.” Arrogance laced his voice. “Give me a few minutes until you get in the groove.” />
  “You crazy son of a bitch.”

  “And this crazy son of a bitch, darling, will be the only son of a bitch you’ll ever love for the rest of your life.” He ground his hips, gyrating.

  His thick cock plundered my cunt, ripping the last strands of my sanity to pieces. I keened.

  He shushed me again. “Sssh, kitten, be quiet. Feel me. Good, isn’t it?”

  I wanted to say yes, but only gibbers came from my mouth. My pussy throbbed with burning desire. My body quaked with fire. And my mind? It was lost somewhere between heaven and hell when he started fucking me in short, jabbing thrusts. He watched me, assessing my reactions. I felt like a fish out of water, panting for breath from the exquisite pleasure he gave me. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, feeling him skin to skin as his cock continued to ravage my pussy, but I couldn’t because of the handcuffs. The helplessness incited a new delirious ecstasy within me.

  “What do you feel now, kitten? Still good?” He licked my lips. “God, I can feel you’ve creamed. You’re so wet. Sticky. Oh fuck. You’re so fucking unbelievably good.”

  He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard. He didn’t stopped until I could feel his balls slapping my perineum and his dark thatch grounding my clit. I threw my head backward, feeling as if I’d been punched from the inside.

  I heaved, shouting a silent scream. Like he’d promised, he made me take him all. Whole. His massive hard cock was completely inside my woefully tight cunt. And I’d better like it, he’d said. The worse thing was, I loved it, every inch of him, feeling him throb in my depths.

  He snarled like a crazed beast, his eyes blazing with fire. “See? You can take all of me. Now, kitten, I’m going to make you beg. Pity you don’t want to know my name, ‘cause you’ll need it.”

  I writhed against my bonds. My brain was temporarily on vacation so I didn’t fully digest what he meant until he started fucking me again. No more gentleness this time. Only slam upon slam of battering fucks. Hard. Rough. Unmerciful. I found myself tethered at the precipice of an orgasm. A little more and I’d be gone. The pleasure built, climbing higher and higher…my body tensed, my voice lost in my throat.

  He stopped in an abrupt fashion. He pulled out, leaving me empty. My pussy mourned its lost.

  “No,” I gasped. I was so close…

  “Beg me,” he rasped. His tone was cruel and teasing.

  “Please, fuck me.”

  “Beg for my name, kitten.”

  “You bastard.”

  His laugh stormed the room. “I can go on like this forever. In case you haven’t noticed, you, darling,” he cleared some stray hair from my face, “are under my mercy.”

  “Why does it matter, anyway?”

  “I want to hear you to say my name.”

  I growled in frustration. “Fine. What’s your name?”

  He lowered his head until our faces were only inches away. “Levy Frye.”

  “Please, Levy, fuck me.”

  “Say my full name three times.”

  “Levy Frye. Levy Frye. Levy Frye. Happy now?”

  But he was occupied with something else. His blue eyes looked even brighter, almost luminous. He palmed both my cheeks and ranted some foreign words in front of my face. He kissed me, full of greed, teeth scraping my bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood. One of his hands slid down, squeezing my breast, then travelled to my thigh. He reached for something. When he tore his mouth off me, I heard a clinking noise on my left arm. I looked up. He’d clasped a gold bangle on me.

  “It’s official now,” he announced. “You may kiss me.”

  Like a loon, I kissed him. Mainly because I wanted my reward. He wouldn’t deny me my orgasm after I’d done what he’d wanted, right? He kissed me back with the same ferocity. We mauled each other until he pushed my thighs up to my stomach, his cock on my pussy, and slammed home balls deep.

  I cried. I screamed. I lost my mind.

  He braced his arms next to my head, his hands fisting my hair as he fucked me like an animal. He snarled, showing too much teeth as he fucked me to the point I could only feel fire. He bruised me, ripping me to pieces with his lust. God, it hurt. But it felt so good, too. I panted. My throat was raw from screaming. The air around me thinned. I exploded.

  I came so hard, I was dying. And I died for quite some time…

  I was dimly aware that he was still pounding me while I was trapped in pure ecstasy, until he growled beast-like and jerked, climaxing. His face contorted in sweet agony as he spurted his cum into my battered cunt.

  I sobbed when the rapture was over. My body quivered. My mind was in a haze. I was drunk from too much pleasure. I thought that couldn’t be possible, but it was. My strength had left me indefinitely.

  Levy kissed me, tenderly this time, as I lay semi-dazed. He pulled out of me and a gush of warm juice from our mating wet my thighs. I heard him curse about something, but I didn’t really pay attention. I felt sleepy and could barely open my eyes anymore. He groped my pussy and pulled the anal plug from my ass. I felt relieved, but missed it at the same time.

  “I guess we’ll save your ass cherry for our honeymoon, darling,” he whispered.

  His words came in and out like an echo. Then they faded as the sandman lulled me into dreamland.

  Chapter Two

  The scent of coffee woke me up.

  I lazily opened up my eyes and saw him put a large cup of coffee on the nightstand. “Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” His greeting came with a smile. “I wrung you out last night, didn’t I?”

  Levy had showered. The smell of fresh soap lingered. He’d dressed in a fresh white shirt and black pants. His lush raven hair was gathered into a ponytail and tied with a leather thong. God, was he a total heartbreaker. If I hadn’t needed to go to work soon, I would have pulled him back to bed and rode him for a couple more rounds.

  “Shit. What time is it now?” I scrambled up, sitting. “Ouch.” My body was sore. My pussy was sore. I felt sticky and dirty. My thighs were covered in dried semen and the juice of our mating. I saw some splotches of blood, too, staining the sheet.

  “I’m sorry.” Levy had also noticed it. “I went overboard last night. I’m ready to take you to the doctor as soon as you freshen up.”

  “For fucking too hard? Don’t be ridiculous.” I dragged myself out of the bed. “Can I use your bathroom?”

  “Can you?” He cocked an eyebrow up. “After last night, you’re free to use everything in my place, Violet.”

  He’d called this penthouse his place. “Don’t tell me you own this suite?”

  “I own this hotel.”

  I whistled. “Why did you wander to a place like the Howling Owl last night? Don’t you have a fancier bar in this hotel?”

  “It’s fate. I wouldn’t have met you if I hadn’t wandered to the Howling Owl, now would I?”

  “Heh. Good point. Where’s your bathroom?”

  He pointed to a door next to the big armoire. “I’ll make you breakfast when you’re finished.”

  “Thanks, but no thanks. I should be going soon.”

  Levy paused, his eyes narrowed. “You think so?”

  “I know so. Got to feed my hamster and go to work.” I scurried into the bathroom and took a quick shower after I did my womanly business. As I was drying up, I noticed the gold bangle that Levy had clasped on my arm last night. It looked so pretty, engraved with strange Draconian hieroglyphs and decorated with precious rubies. I didn’t know what his intention was, donning me with jewellery in the middle of fiery love-making, so I slipped off the bangle and put it on the vanity. If this was a gift, I couldn’t take it. It looked too expensive. I went out of the bathroom, looking for my clothes.

  He ambushed me in the hallway. “Where’s your Marktha?”

  “Gesundheit,” I replied, walking past him to the living room. I found my clothes there, folded neatly by the sofa. I snatched my pants and got dressed in a hurry. The stupid leather pants were hard to put on with damp
skin. I flinched as I zipped up. My sex was very tender. I felt sore everywhere and I wanted to sleep for three days straight. But I was almost late for my shift, and my ship departed in seven standard hours.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Levy followed me to the living room. He had the gold bangle in his hand.

  “My ship. You should have woken me up last night. I overstayed this quickie.” I grabbed my bustier and donned it in a hurry.

  Levy wriggled the bangle right in front of me. “Your Marktha.”

  “Gesundheit.”

  “This Marktha should stay on your person the whole time from now on.”

  “May I ask why?”

  “Because we’re married. This Marktha will mark you as mine.”

  “Say again?”

  “This Marktha will mark you as mine?”

  “No, before that.”

  “We’re married.”

  “We are?”

  “Yes. I married you last night in a D’Keghan ceremony.”

  I burst out laughing. This was fucking hilarious. Only, Levy didn’t join my laugh. He looked dead serious.

  “No, really. I don’t recall I was that drunk I can’t remember my own wedding. Which parts during our romp were we married again?”

  Levy grabbed my arm and clasped the bangle on me. “When the chosen bride utters the man’s name three times, and the man recites the Kisacte-nya Zharaiha, the man shall go forth to mark his mate with a Marktha, which binds the holy matrimony between them, followed with the claiming and spilling the man’s seed into his bride’s womb.” He tugged my chin up. “I think that covers everything we did last night. Any questions?”

  “You’re joking, right?”

  “I don’t joke in matters like this. You are officially my wife. I claimed you lawfully according to the D’Keghan law.”

  Out of nowhere, a headache slammed my cranial like a hurricane crashing into a small island. I swayed, feeling so unreal. I couldn’t be married. This whole thing was a joke.