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Dane

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by AC Arthur


  When he stood, he took her mouth again, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. She clasped her arms around the back of his neck, her hands flattening on his head. She pressed into him and every part of Dane’s body hardened. Not yet, he had to tell himself. The words played over and over in his mind as he continued to drown in her kisses. She was so sexual, so amazingly in tune with everything he liked. At least Dane hoped that would continue to be the case.

  He broke the kiss finally, giving himself only a few seconds to catch his breath before grabbing her hand and telling her to, “Come.”

  Dane walked her back through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He switched on the water in the shower before removing his shirt. Zera stepped to him, dipping her head so that her lips and tongue could meet his tight nipple. Dane let her continue as he pushed at his shorts. She picked up there, moving the shorts and his boxer briefs down to his ankles and waiting while he stepped out of them. She reached for him and Dane looked down to see her slim fingers wrapped around his veiny dick. He wanted to push her to her knees and let her bring him the pleasure he craved, but again, he refrained.

  Moving out of her grasp, Dane stepped into the shower and waited for her to do the same. She removed her thong and joined him.

  He grabbed a sponge and poured liquid soap over it. He washed her, starting at her neck and going down over her breasts, under her arms, down her torso and then between her legs.

  “Shhh, baby. I know what you need,” he told her when she gasped at his touch.

  Dane continued to run the soapy sponge over her body. And when he was finished he switched places so that she was under the spray of hot water. She tilted her head back to keep her hair from getting wet. He stood behind her, using his hands in conjunction with the water to clean her body of the soap. She leaned back against him and once again the punch of reality hit him with force.

  They were acting like a normal couple enjoying their private time in Paris. Is this what it felt like to be involved in a committed relationship? Coming in from work to dinner with her and now showering with her? What was next?

  Dane had that answer.

  After allowing her to return the favor of washing him, Dane and Zera stepped out of the shower. He dried her body and then wrapped the thick plush towel around her. He dried himself and walked them out to the bedroom.

  “Is this dessert?” Zera asked when they were standing at the foot of the bed.

  He looked at her, tendrils of hair that had gotten wet anyway stuck to her forehead and temple. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. Dane pulled the towel away from her.

  “You’re my dessert, Zera,” he said before picking her up and dropping her onto the bed.

  Chapter 9

  Dane Donovan was a man of his word.

  Zera’s fingers clenched the duvet beneath her while the heels of her feet dug into the mattress. Dane was kneeling at the bottom of the bed, his strong hands clamped onto her ass cheeks as he held her to his mouth and feasted on her as if she were, in fact, the top dessert offered on the menu tonight.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh!” she whispered, then wailed as his tongue moved over sensitive flesh and created a slurping rhythm that she knew she’d never forget.

  It was as if he were purposely being loud and fast, pushing her already burning arousal to higher heights. Zera was panting now, her thighs quivering as he continued to lick and suck. A magical finger pressed against her clit and circled in quick motions that had her hips lifting from the bed, as she grinded wantonly into his face.

  Heat soared through her body, landing with accurate precision between her legs and at her aching nipples. Zera pulled her hands away from the duvet to cup her breasts. They felt heavy and full and she moaned as her own touch brought on even more pleasure. With her thumb and finger she squeezed each nipple and moved her hands so that they shook. Her breath was coming in heavy pants now, her arms and legs shaking as she grew closer to her release.

  This was unlike anything Zera had ever felt before. Sure, she’d pleasured herself more times than she could count and even then, knowing her body as only she could, there was nothing as fiery and intense as she was feeling right at this moment.

  His fingers were moving alongside his tongue, one still working her clit, the other gliding through the thick essence flowing from her, coating her plump folds. He’d pushed her back a little, so that her feet were now a couple inches off the bed, her legs spread even wider as he stayed positioned between them. When he pushed two fingers into her, scissoring them so that she felt him against her honey coated walls with on-and-off pressure, Zera groaned loud and long. Her toes clenched, fingers squeezing her nipples until tears stung her eyes. How could even the pain feel so good?

  Zera was in no way prepared for how that question would continue to resonate in her mind.

  Not until Dane’s fingers moved, spreading her now constantly flowing juices down to that forbidden place he’d touched so many times throughout this week. Almost every time they were together, he touched her there. That first night it had been just a brush of his fingers and she was so caught up in the ecstasy of the moment, Zera had actually thought it was a mistake. But then the next night as he’d pressed her back against the wall of the shower and she’d wrapped one leg around his waist. He’d slammed his dick into her while his hand came down from her ass to press a finger inside that illicit spot. There’d been more touches, more probing that again, she’d dismissed because everything else had felt so damn good.

  Tonight, Zera thought differently.

  He was continually touching her there, as if he were purposely moistening the area for something…more. Her pulse quickened with the thought, her tongue snaking out to swipe over her now dry lips. She released her nipples, her hands slamming down onto the mattress as his tongue thrust inside her entrance, two of his fingers applying pressure to the other place.

  “You want it, don’t you?”

  His voice was thick as he spoke between licking.

  Zera’s body shook. What was he asking her?

  She couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t figure out what was happening. All she knew was that whatever it was, it felt good. Too good.

  “Yeah, you do,” he said, pulling back slightly and blowing over her clit. “You know what’s coming and you can’t wait.”

  Zera shook her head. It was an impulse. She heard his words and a part of her said “no” he was wrong. She didn’t want it. Wait, what was it that she didn’t want?”

  He moved away from her and she actually cried out. The loss of him near her and the incompletion that instantly filled her brought forth an immediate reaction.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, coming up on her elbows, mind still foggy with desire.

  “Shhhh,” was his reply.

  He was moving to the chair closest to the dresser where she’d noticed a bag that he must have brought in with him while she’d been in the bathroom earlier. He was beautifully naked and for a few quiet seconds she took in the magnificence of his body from the back. His shoulders were wide and swollen with muscle that stretched down his back to a tight ass with matching indentations on each side. His thighs and biceps screamed strength, and when he turned to face her, his long, thick erection bobbed and extended as if calling to her personally.

  Zera swallowed hard. Her mouth watered and she swallowed again.

  “Yeah,” he said. He nodded his head as he walked toward the bed. “You definitely want it.”

  Yes, she wanted that dick. There was absolutely no question about that. But something told Zera, Dane was talking about something else. Something darker and illicit, wicked and for whatever reason, she thought, sexy as hell.

  “Get on your knees,” he said when he was once again standing at the foot of the bed.

  Zera hesitated. She was no stranger to him hitting it doggy-style. She’d learned this week that, it, along with her riding him, were Dane’s preferred positions. Zera was cool with that. Even though she loved being able t
o wrap her legs around his waist, holding him close to her when they both tumbled into their climax together. There was a certain primal enjoyment from him standing behind and pumping into her with all his strength.

  “What is that?” she asked when her gaze fell to the black box and tube he’d set on the bed.

  “It’s for you,” he replied. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you this morning, so I made a stop before going to my meeting.”

  “A present? For me?”

  Zera knew she sounded foolish. The box wasn’t gift-wrapped and the tube, looked like tooth paste or some sort of ointment, or…her pulse tripped again and her clit throbbed.

  “It’s all for you,” Dane said.

  He stood there as if he were actually offering her everything. His body and whatever was in that box. She could have it, all she had to do was take it. Zera didn’t know what to do. That wasn’t accurate. She knew. She only prayed it wasn’t the wrong decision.

  But how could it be wrong? If she felt so damn good just thinking about it. Anticipating and needing…

  She sat up, keeping her gaze locked on Dane’s as she slowly turned away from him, pushing herself up onto her knees. Her arms shook slightly as she flattened her palms on the mattress to evenly distribute her weight. Her ass was in the air, her legs spread slightly so that he now had a clear view of her ass and her pussy. A shiver ran through her, a cool slice so thrilling and wickedly pleasurable, she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out before he ever touched her.

  “Do you trust me, Zera?”

  She heard the question as his palm rested heavily on her right butt cheek.

  Zera inhaled deeply and released the breath slowly. “Yes,” she said, acknowledging to herself that she actually did trust Dane. Moreso, than she had ever thought she would trust someone who wasn’t her family.

  “I’ll only do what’s pleasurable,” he continued.

  She nodded as his other palm rested on her left cheek. Then he was pulling them apart. It was a slow, but definitely delicious sensation that ran through her with the knowledge that he was looking at a very private part of her. What was he thinking? Feeling? Her breasts dangled, nipples still taut.

  He was still for endless seconds and just when she was about to turn her head to see what he was doing, Zera felt one of his hands move and then the other. He was moving behind her and the next thing she felt was coolness that had her gasping. The lube touched the skin of her sphincter as he pushed one cheek to the side and rubbed his finger over her.

  Zera’s arms shook and she licked her lips. It felt good. Cool. Sensual. Forbidden.

  “Whatever is pleasurable,” he whispered, his finger slipping past the tight rim to move slowly inside of her.

  She audibly sucked in a breath at that point. Dane removed his finger quickly. Zera tried to steady her breathing. She knew what he was doing. There was no mistaking now. The question was, how much more would she take? Could she do this? Had she ever considered doing this before?

  He was opening the box and she did turn to look at him at that point. The top was off the box and inside were three silver items, stark and shining against the dark interior. He picked up one, the smallest, and coated it with lube. A part of her wanted to bolt. She should have rolled off the bed and run for cover. Another part, the darker side that she had no idea existed until this moment, kept her gaze focused on that silver item.

  “Tell me to stop,” he said.

  He was looking directly at her now.

  “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop right now.”

  Zera blinked. She licked her lips again and told herself how strong and confident she was. How she wanted Dane and whatever pleasure he could bring her. How whatever small bits of fear might be dancing around inside of her were normal, but not necessary. She did not speak, but turned her head so that she was once again looking ahead, but not at Dane.

  Her silence was her acquiescence.

  He caressed her ass, slapping one cheek until a slight stinging had her clenching her teeth. Then she felt his finger again, circling around her, pressing slowly inside and pulling out. In again, this time with two fingers. When she jumped, he whispered, “Relax, baby. I got you.”

  Zera breathed in and out as if she were a star pupil in one of those Lamaze classes. Next was more coolness as something hard pressed against her rim. Her fingers clenched in the duvet, her eyes closed tightly.

  “It’s going to feel so good,” Dane was saying. “Just you wait, you’re never going to forget this feeling. Or who gave it to you.”

  Right now she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the stretching of this tight space. The feeling that she was being opened and simultaneously filled made her dizzy. She was nodding her head even though he hadn’t asked her a question. She couldn’t speak, could only feel…and there was so much to feel. So much that she’d never imagined.

  “So good, baby. You’re taking it all because you’re so good. And you were ready for this,” he said and pushed it in further.

  Was she ready? Zera had no idea, but with one last nudge the silver plug he’d taken from that box was snugly inside of her. Dane rubbed her ass. He kissed one cheek and then the next.

  “It’s so pretty, baby.”

  There were red hearts on the end of each plug. Zera recalled glimpsing that much. But she could not imagine how it looked inserted inside of her. All she knew was how it felt. And she was amazed that now there was no pain. Just a delicious eroticism that snaked through her like long silky fingers. She felt like purring with the sensation, but instead, dipped her back lower, rolling her head on her shoulders as if preparing for the next step.

  And that step came quickly as Dane sheathed his dick, grabbed her hips and thrust deep and fast into her. Zera gasped. If she’d thought she felt full before, now she was certain she would explode with pleasure at any moment.

  “Hold on,” he directed and once again, Zera followed his instructions.

  He hadn’t led her wrong up to this point. And once he began moving, fucking her with every ounce of strength he had in his glorious body, that statement was affirmed.

  “Dane!”

  His name had become a chant as Zera grabbed the duvet and sheet pulling them both off the mattress. He was still pumping when her legs wobbled and gave out, her orgasm pouring from her in a gush and tremors throughout her body. He’d climbed on the bed, still holding her hips, lifting her ass up off the bed as he continued to pound into her. He was saying something. She loved hearing his voice, hearing how into this he was, but for the life of her Zera couldn’t understand what he was saying. Hell, she wasn’t even sure she could say her name or recite the alphabet at this moment. And when he finally held her ass close to him, pressing all of his length deep inside of her so that his orgasm could pulsate through his body, Zera came again. This time she didn’t call his name. She whispered something to herself instead, “Don’t fall in love with him.”

  Dane spent his first free morning in the last week working out at the hotel gym. As with the previous nights that Zera had been there, last night he’d slept comfortably and soundly. She’d been curled in his arms. A position he’d come to learn that she liked because if at some point during the night they parted, she would search for him. Even going so far as to nudge him in the back when he was turned away from her, waiting until he turned over again and then easing into his arms once more. The first and last woman Dane had ever slept with had been Zera. It made sense that the only woman he enjoyed sleeping with be her as well.

  But when he’d awakened this morning Zera had been gone. Not as in, never coming back. He’d been alarmed for about ten minutes until he’d seen that her duffel bag and the personal items she kept on the dresser were still there. Her gray backpack, the one she always kept with her, was of course, gone. But she had obviously gotten up and dressed without waking him. Dane sat on the side of the bed for another half hour wondering about where she was and why she’d felt it necessary to l
eave without telling him. At that point he’d decided that he was wasting time. Zera was going to do whatever it was she was doing. Dane sensed that there may be a reason she wasn’t telling him exactly what that was.

  So he’d pulled on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and his tennis shoes. He went downstairs to the gym. There, he’d spent the next two and a half hours. Forty minutes after that he’d done laps at the pool. And then he’d sat on one of the lounge chairs and pulled his cell phone out of the bag he’d brought down with him that also contained two bottles of water.

  He frowned when he saw that Bailey had sent an email marked by that irritating red exclamation point. It was urgent. Dane’s finger hovered over the screen of his phone for a few seconds before he finally decided to press the button to open the message.

  Dane read the email, scrolling down when his screen was too small to see the entire message at one time. The muscles in his jaw clenched as he absorbed what his cousin was telling him.

  Zera Sidika Kennedy was born February 28, 1988 to Nenji Jacinta Kennedy in Nairobi, Kenya. No father is mentioned on the official documents. She is of Maasai descent and was raised in a middle-class suburban area where she attended school. She came to the United States for college, graduating from Tuskegee University where she majored in political science and international affairs. She also has a law degree from Stanford University.

  All information stops here.

  There is nothing on her DMV records, no criminal record, no financial traces of her anywhere. You say you met her in Paris four years ago. That would be about a year and a half after she graduated from Stanford. To fall off the grid the way she did with no history of criminal or immigration issues, in my opinion, points to domestic violence.

  If you need to know more we may need to call in Trent. He has more underground access than we are allowed to use legally through D&D. Both he and Devlin have resources around the world that they could easily hit up to dig deeper into her life.

 

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