Dirty Passions

by Wright, Kenya

  Slowly moving my hips and pressing my cock on her center, I let go of her nipples and whispered, “Does it hurt, when I rub like this?”

  “No,” she groaned. “It feels good enough for now.”

  And so we humped our way to a subtle release. She shivered as she came. It wasn’t the loud shrill of ecstasy like usual. But it would be enough for her, for now.

  Rising, I kissed her and then sucked on that bottom lip. My whole body was hungry and on fire. Pre-cum stained my boxer briefs, but the final shot would not come. I craved more. Only that wet, warm pussy would do.

  I lay next to her. Over my pants, I gripped my cock in my hand. “As soon as you’re ready for me. Please let me know immediately.”

  “I will.” Her eyelids drooped. “Why don’t you put it in my mouth? I’ve come. . .a little.”

  “No.” I gritted my teeth, knowing that she was exhausted. “Go to sleep.”

  “I’ve barely been up today.”

  “And you still look tired.”

  She yawned. “When I wake up, I’m going to suck you off.”

  My cock jerked in my pants. “Trust me, mysh. I will be waiting. You will not have to remind me.”

  Minutes passed. She fell asleep in my arms. And all I could do was watch her. Stare at my love. She looked so innocent and defenseless in sleep, the threat of death gone from those brown eyes, and those stubborn words away from that passionate mouth.

  And there as she slept, all I could think of was how I wanted to slide deep into her warmth until I filled her womb several more times.

  Get used to this pregnancy, mysh. There will be others.

  Imagining more babies to come, I relaxed and brought her closer to me, within the fold of my body. I breathed her in, thinking of all the ways I would fuck her once she was healed.

  You have no idea, little mouse.

  I closed my eyes and pictured myself pinning her down. She would be blindfolded. Wrists and ankles tied. Legs spread open. Pussy wet and dripping. And my cock deep insider her, slipping and sliding. Thrusting and pounding.

  And there would be no possibility for you to surrender, mysh. No way to escape my bed.

  Chapter 9

  XXX

  Emily

  In my dream, I stood in a crowded nightclub, wearing a purple sequined dress.

  Blood red paint decorated the walls. White carpet covered the floors. The tables were silver and the seats black leather.

  Where are they?

  I passed a mirrored wall.

  A deep voice sounded within the club and over the music. “Emily!”

  I turned in that direction and hurried. “Yes?”

  The deep voice rose over the music. “Emily!”

  “I’m coming.” I hurried, increasing my steps. “I’ll be right there.”

  I arrived at a long bar. Here, no one stood but four men in suits. Their backs were to me.

  They’re here.

  I stood in the space, confused, but excited.

  And then each man turned around. The first one was Max. He had a black suit with a multicolored tie. The whole time he laughed and smoked his joint.

  I held out my hands. “What’s so funny, Max?”

  Laughing even louder, he pointed to the next man as that one turned around.

  Boris faced me. He didn’t wear a suit. Instead, he had on a solid black shirt with no tie, further exposing the tiny crosses covering his chin and neck. He didn’t smile or laugh. He just intensely watched me.

  Next, the third man turned around. Jean-Pierre stood in front of me. Broad shoulders and a hard body of muscle. Thick, dark hair teased his forehead. Although taller than me, he was shorter than Kazimir. That put Jean-Pierre around six feet. He directed his attention my way.

  “Jean-Pierre?” I stepped back. “What the fuck are you doing here? Kaz is going to kill you.”

  “Will he?” Jean-Pierre gestured to the fourth man.

  My lion revealed himself.

  My heartbeats increased. Finally everything was starting to make more sense.

  Kaz prowled my way. “Take off your dress, mysh.”

  “Oh no. What?”

  “Now.”

  I swallowed. “But, there are people all over here. . .”

  I looked behind me. The club was suddenly empty. Only the four men and I remained.

  “Off. Now.” Kaz pulled me to him and unzipped the back of my dress. “I want you naked and spread out on the table.”

  “W-what table?” I turned to my right.

  A silver table stood there. It was like a small bed, approximately four feet wide and six feet long.

  He yanked my dress away. The purple sequence garment fell to the floor.

  I was naked underneath.

  Unsure of what to do next, I raised my hands to my head.

  “No,” Kaz whispered. “Keep the heels on.”

  My body heated.

  “Do you want my cock?”

  A shiver raced down my body.

  Jean-Pierre walked up to me and got to my left. “Who gets to fuck her first?”

  “Only me,” Kaz growled.

  “Remember.” Jean-Pierre extended his hand, cupped my ass, and squeezed. “Lions should always share.”

  My nipples hardened.

  Boris strolled over and stood behind me. “Emily, your to do as you’re told. If you do, we won’t punish you.”

  I sucked in a breath and glanced Max’s way. “W-what’s going on?”

  “Em, I don’t know.” Max leaned against the bar. “I’m just here for the weed.”

  Jean-Pierre gave my bottom a light swat and leaned in, “You think the lion will let me get my cock inside of you?”

  “No.” I turned to Kaz. “Right? That’s a no. Or I’m missing something.”

  Kaz took off his jacket and handed it to Jean-Pierre. “Here. Make yourself useful, Butcher.”

  Chucking, Jean-Pierre slung Kaz’s jacket on the floor and then took off his own. “I can think of other ways to be useful.”

  Undoing his shirt, Kaz closed the distance between us, pressing his hard bulge against my stomach. He ran his hands up and down my arms and then leaned in. “Get on the table, mysh.”

  Breathless, I stumbled that way and got on top of the table. The silver surface was cool against my skin. A person could be stretched out on it. I wondered, if the other men would join and what was I expected to do.

  I bit my lip. “What now?”

  My whole body erupted with fire. All four men stared at me. Lust filled their gazes. Even Max watched me as he inhaled his joint and then blew it out. A second later and he rubbed the big bulge in his pants with his free hand.

  I looked away.

  Jean-Pierre opened his pants and pulled out a fat, long cock. He let it hang between his muscled legs. As he walked over to me, it bobbed, making the tip hit his thigh.

  “Oh, God. What’s going on?”

  Licking his lips, Kaz came over. “Get on your hands and knees, mysh.”

  “Yes.” Boris got to the other side and opened his pants. “Crawl to the center.”

  “O-kay. That’s cool, but. . .w-what are we going to do, guys?”

  No one responded.

  Lusty excitement swirled within my core.

  I further got on the table and obeyed Boris’s demand. I balanced on my hands and knees. My ass was propped in the air. My breasts swayed side to side.

  “Beautiful.” Kaz circled the table.

  In front of me, Boris pulled out his cock and stroked the thick length.

  Kaz stopped on my side and caressed my ass. “Open your legs wider. I want to see that wet pussy. I can already smell it. So delicious. Do you want me to lick her good?”

  “Yes.”

  I parted my legs. My arousal pushed me close to the edge.

  Kaz caressed my ass some more. With each second of the massage, he came teasingly close to the entrance of my pussy.

  And then hands were on my breasts. I looked to my right.
Jean-Pierre toyed with my nipples. “Will you be enough for all of us?”

  “She will.” Kaz dipped his finger in my pussy. Slowly, he slid it inside, made it nice and wet, then he pulled it out and massaged my clit.

  I moaned in pleasure.

  All around me ecstasy came. Jean-Pierre toying with my nipples. Boris stroking his cock in front of me. Kazimir stroking my pussy from the back.

  “Damn, Em.” Max came closer and blew out more smoke. “How are you going to fuck all of them?”

  “I. . .I don’t know,” I groaned.

  “Come here,” Kaz whispered and moved his fingers from my pussy. “I’ll show you.”

  Jean-Pierre moved his hands from my breasts and moaned something in French.

  I turned around and crawled to the edge of the table, excited for what Kaz had in store.

  Kaz growled, “Get off the table.”

  Panting, I whispered, “Okay.”

  And then he lifted me up by my hips and entered me with one deep thrust.

  “Ah!” I gasped.

  His cock pumped into me next. My pussy clenched, wetness soaking his hardness. My breasts heavy and fully aroused.

  I screamed, “Oh!”

  I slid up and down on Kaz’s huge long cock.

  And just when I thought I couldn’t get anymore.

  Jean-Pierre got behind me and pressed his cock against my ass. “Do you want me inside you too?”

  Boris now stood by my side. “Or me?”

  All I could do was moan. “Oh.”

  Max cleared his throat by the bar. “Yo, Em.”

  “Yes,” I groaned.

  “You’ve got to wake up now.”

  “What? No.”

  “Wake up, Em.”

  My body shook, and then I opened my eyes.

  Max stood over me, holding Harlem in his arms.

  I blinked and scanned the space. “I’m on the plane.”

  “Yes. You’re on the plane.” Max put Harlem on the bed. “Your lion won’t let me smoke on here. You’ve got to talk to him about it. I mean. I’m talking about doing it in the other room with the door closed.”

  “I’m on the plane?”

  “Yeah, man.”

  I rubbed my eyes and checked the window. All I spotted was clouds. “We’re still flying.”

  “We are.”

  “Wait. You want to smoke on the plane?”

  “Back in the day, you could smoke on the plane in any seat. It was no big deal.”

  “What do you even know about that? You saw it on a movie. You weren’t even alive when they were smoking on a plane and if you was, you were just a kid.” I lay back down. “Jesus Christ! Why the hell did you wake me up?”

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Nothing.” Guilt hit me a little. It would not be smart to have continued that dream. The more that I thought about it, the more I felt icky. Jean-Pierre and Boris were good-looking guys, but they couldn’t stand next to Kaz.

  Max grinned. “What were you dreaming about?”

  I widened my eyes. “Huh?”

  “You were moaning and shit.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I sat up in bed. “I was dreaming about nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

  Suspicion covered Max’s face. “Yeah. You was having a nasty dream.”

  “I was not.”

  “Lots of denial. Damn. It was that nasty.”

  “What? No.”

  “Who was in it?”

  Harlem came over and licked my hand.

  Guess. It is definitely time to get up. No one will leave me alone.

  “There was no dream.” I rose from the bed. “Where’s Kaz?”

  “Yeah. Go talk to him about my smoking. He’s in the gym.”

  “Did you say gym?”

  “I did. This plane is bigger than Valentina’s. Which is why it shouldn’t be a big deal to have a little smoke in the extra bedroom.”

  “I’m ignoring you.” I yawned, picked up Harlem, and brought him with me. “And I don’t remember a freaking gym.”

  “Yeah. It was supposed to be a third bedroom, but I guess no one ever flew with his ass.” Max followed me out of the bedroom. “So, about why I woke you.”

  “No. You’re not smoking on here. We only have a few more hours.” I set Harlem on the ground. “Can you get control of your addiction, please.”

  “It’s not the addiction. It’s that we’re going to that creepy ass castle and I want to be high as fuck before I get there.”

  “You need to be sober.” I left him.

  Harlem trotted after me.

  After a minute or two, I found Kaz in the small gym. I crept closer. The gym was quite impressive to be in a plane. A weight machine. Elliptical. Treadmill.

  Kaz was the only one in the small space. He wore jogging pants and a loose t-shirt. One that was covered in sweat. He pounded a big red punching bag, hitting it over and over again with lightning-fast moves. His biceps flexed with the impact. The poor bag swung here and there, looking close to falling down.

  For several seconds, I paused and watched him.

  Kaz was incredible, representing pure masculine sex.

  How the hell could I dream about fucking him and other men, when I can barely recover from his cock?

  I spoke up, “What did that bag do to you?”

  Kaz stopped punching and looked at me. Sweat dripped down on the side of his face. He caught the swaying bag in his hands and stilled it. “I’m getting out some of my sexual aggression.”

  “I can’t wait for you to get that out on me.”

  “Me either.” He took off his gloves, slung them on the floor, and then pulled off his shirt. Muscle upon muscle greeted my eyes. Deliciously sculpted. A drop of sweat slid down his cheek. He wiped it with the shirt and then threw that down too.

  I licked my lips. “You’re all mine.”

  “I am.”

  My head tilted as I studied him. “I did promise your cock a kiss.”

  A muscle flexed in his jaw. “You did, but we’ll be landing soon. I’m going to shower and get dressed.”

  I pouted.

  “Don’t worry, mysh. I’m going to stuff that mouth tonight. It’s all I can think about right now. Painting your face with cum and watching it drip on your bare breasts.”

  My body heated.

  It wasn’t a declaration of undying love. The words were rough and raunchy. Nasty and wicked. But they still made my heart beat faster as a warm glow spread through my chest. And my nipples came alive.

  Stretching, he rolled back his shoulders.

  I placed my hands on my hips. “God, must you look so damn hot right now?”

  “That’s how I feel every time I look at you.”

  I beamed. “Good. I can’t be the only one drooling in the relationship.”

  “How did you sleep?” He walked over to me. “What did my little mouse dream about?”

  Shocked, I parted my lips, but had no response.

  “Mysh?”

  “Nothing. I mean. It wasn’t anything. It was just a dream. And it. . .was about metaphors. Not what was going on, but it all meant other things. Because that’s really what dreams are. Metaphors and deeper symbolism about. . .other stuff.”

  “Then, it was a confusing dream?”

  “Yes.” I cleared my throat. “Yes. Confusing and not. . .something that would ever happen. Just symbolism.”

  He laughed, took my hand, and walked me out of the gym. “Let’s get ready, mysh. We should land soon.”

  But as we headed to the bedroom, I wondered about that dream. Why had it come to me? I didn’t have any attraction to Boris or Jean-Pierre.

  Still, a little guilt came.

  Relax. It was just a dream. And dreams are metaphors and I’m also really horny. At least my sexual libido is returning.

  Still, I pushed all those thoughts of the dream out of my head and focused on the lion prowling next to me.

  Kaz took off his gym cl
othes, teasing the hell out of me.

  I couldn’t help but go in the shower and help him with all that sexual aggression. Lathering my hands, I stroked his cock, double fisting and slipping along that massive length.

  “Oh, mysh,” Groaning, he raised those muscular arms in the air and planted his hands on each side of the walls, giving me all control of him. Still jacking his cock, I lowered to my knees, knowing how much he craved my mouth.

  “Yes, mysh, please.”

  At that command, I rinsed his cock in the warm spray of water and then took him between my lips. At that motion, he couldn’t keep those hands on the walls. He was the boss and could never relinquish command. With one hand, he grabbed the back of my head, taking control and dominating my mouth.

  Damn.

  Only Kaz could make me moan, when I was solely pleasing him. Only he could drive my body crazy, during a blow job. Thrusting his cock into my mouth, he grunted and cursed in Russian.

  While the plane floated on clouds and moved over the earth. I fucked my man with my mouth in the shower. Warm water sprayed down our naked bodies. Steam curled along his muscular legs and rose around my face. And the whole time, my mouth sucked, twisting and turning. Slipping and sliding. Time passed as he pumped his cock between my lips within the pitter patter of the water’s spray.

  The plane’s engine rumbled under my knees.

  In no time, his cock jerked against the roof of my mouth.

  “Mysh!” He exploded, pulling that throbbing length out and spilling white cum all over my lips.

  I lapped at it.

  “Yes, mysh. Yes. Take it all.” He rubbed the mushroomed top some more, pushing more semen out of the tip and smearing it on my cheeks. “You naughty little mouse. I’m addicted to you.”

  And I’m addicted to you.

  Chapter 10

  Renovations

  Kazimir

  After the shower, we landed.

  I was sure the rest of our people headed to the castle. However, Boris and Maxwell would remain until Emily left the plane. Those two represented Emily’s most loyal, and I was learning to appreciate them.

  My main security team would also stay behind.

  I wasn’t sure how much effort would be put to Uncle Igor’s funeral. To be safe and still show respect, I wore a hand-tailored black suit. It was a comfortable fit. Two-button single-breasted jacket, featuring fully lined construction. Matching trousers reinforced at the waist. It was the expression of Brioni's tailoring excellence.