Second Chances (Blood Brothers #3)

by Manda Mellett

  Do I want Kadar to get naked for me? Shit, yes! The heck I do. The thought sends a delicious shiver through me. To see his glorious body in all its glory? To discover what he’s kept hidden under his robes? I’d be a fool to miss such an opportunity. I raise and lower my head, then remembering his instruction. “Yes, please strip, Kadar.”

  I’m all but salivating as I watch him reach behind his neck and pull off his T-shirt in one smooth move. Feasting my eyes on his now bare chest, I notice some old scarring over his abs that proves he’s a warrior prince, no stranger to violence. He pauses, as though making sure I’m comfortable with his semi-nakedness. Eagerly I motion for him to continue, hardly daring to speak.

  His hands move to the button of his jeans, and he flicks it open, his chest almost bare of hair except for the dark trail leading down and disappearing into his waistband. Slowly he reveals more as he lowers his zip. He’s gone commando, and as he tucks in his thumbs and starts pushing the denim down off his hips nothing is hidden from my sight. I take an audible breath as his full length jumps free of the confines of his jeans. His cock is long and thick, much bigger than Ethan and I feel afraid that he’ll be too much for me.

  He notices my concern and puts out his hand to touch my arm. “We need do nothing you don’t want to do,” he confirms again. His voice is soft, seductive. “Remember, you’re the one in the driving seat, and you can keep your foot over the brake.” He continues removing the rest of his clothing, his bare feet stepping out of the sandals he’s wearing.

  Now this glorious specimen of manhood is standing completely naked, and right now, I have absolutely no idea know what to do with it. But there’s no way I’m going to waste this opportunity, so I think of something fast. Rapidly swallowing down the excess moisture in my mouth triggered by this vision in front of me, I summon up the nerve to give my first instruction.

  “Lie on the bed.” With no hesitation he obeys me, lying on his back, his legs stretched out in a V that leaves nothing to my imagination, his hands clasped behind his head. His cock springs up, bobbing against his stomach as if it’s a creature in its own right, and his balls hang heavy below. I’ve never taken the time to look at a man’s body before, never felt I’d wanted to. But Kadar is something my eyes happily feast on.

  His body isn’t soft like a woman’s; there’s no femininity about him at all. He’s all man, hard and firm, without an ounce of fat on him. His skin smooth, a delicious olive colour like a rich all over tan. As he lies still, unmoving, a giggle escapes caused partly by my nervousness, and also by the impulsive naughty thought that’s slipped into my mind, “Are there handcuffs in the dungeon, Kadar? I could tie you to the bed.”

  “Probably, but no.” As I raise my eyebrows, at the seriousness of his tone, he continues, “I want you to trust me, habiti. Tonight is about me giving you control, not you taking it and leaving me no choice. It is my wish that you explore me, do what you want with me. Use me as you feel fit and trust me to allow you to do so. Tonight isn’t about Dominance and submission.”

  Although it had been an impish suggestion and I hadn’t meant it, I realise I’d feel safer if I was able to tie him down. As I can’t, all I can do is have faith that he’s a man of his word. So nervously, I rely on my words to restrain him.

  “Keep your hands behind your head.”

  He nods, acknowledging my request, and I gaze at the perfection laid out in front of me like a starving man at a banquet. But tonight’s about more than just looking, and everything I do is up to me. Taking a deep fortifying breath and with one last sweep of my eyes from head to toe, I move towards him.

  I start by kneeling beside his head and hesitantly bring my lips down to his. He opens for me, and I press into his mouth, our tongues dancing together. I love the taste of this man and already know I’ve become hooked. After our lips and tongues mash together for a minute, I pull my mouth away, but even that short break is too much, and I have to go back to sample him again, unable to resist bringing my head back down and stealing a kiss from his lips a second time. Ethan’s kisses were all about him, taking, not giving, and then he’d ceased kissing me at all when he stopped pretending. And the few men before him weren’t much better, seeing it as something to get out of the way before moving on to the main event. With Kadar, the kiss is foreplay all by itself. He starts thrusting his tongue deep between my lips—mimicking what I know he’d like to do with other parts of our bodies—and I start to squirm as tingling sensations assault me.

  His body is tense; I’d have to be blind not to see he’s fully aroused, the intimacy of our kiss affecting him as much as me. I draw back panting, and see by the dilation in his eyes and the rise and fall of his chest that the joining of our mouths has made him impatient to continue. For a brief moment, I’m scared he might take over, might become exasperated with my insecurity and slow pace. But apart from his heavy breathing he makes no move. Sitting back on my heels, I know it’s up to me to make the next move. Before I allow myself to hesitate or reconsider, I shrug off my robe and pull my negligee up over my head. Apart from my underwear, I’m now as naked as the man beneath me.

  His sharp intake of breath shows me his appreciation. As he eyes my breasts greedily, I take the hint and lean forwards, so my nipple rubs over his lips. I tense, waiting for the vicious bite. As he opens and mouths me, it’s all I can do to control my fear and resist pulling away, waiting for his strong arms to come down and trap me. But true to his word his hands stay locked behind his head, and he uses only the tools at his disposal. As his tongue licks around the aureole and flicks over my nipple, a jolt goes straight down to my centre, and I can’t hold back a moan. I’m desperate for attention on the other nipple, so I move further over him so he can lave that one too. I moan again, louder, as I wonder whether it’s possible to come from his caresses on my nipples alone. I indulge myself a little longer, letting him suckle one breast and then the other. It’s even better than that time in the harem, and I want more.

  At last, I sit up and run my fingers down his body, tracing the scars, and then follow the darkening trail down to his impressive cock. He hisses air in through his teeth as my hand wanders lower.

  “Can I touch you?” I ask him, half scared, half impatient to know what he feels like.

  “Yes.”

  His gruff one-word permission seems all he can stammer out as I reach out, taking that impressive part of him in my hand. He’s so wide my fingers can’t reach around him. His cock feels velvety but as solid as steel. A drop of pre-cum glistens at the tip, and I can’t wait to taste him. I collect the moisture on my fingertip and take it into my mouth, sucking on my finger.

  He hisses again and gasps out, “You’re killing me here!”

  It’s not my desire to torture him, but this is my time, and I’ve no wish to be hurried. I move so I kneel between his legs and take him in both hands, rubbing my hands gently up and down.

  “You can touch me harder,” he suggests, the words whistling through his teeth. “I won’t break.”

  Acting only on instinct, I put my hands inside my underwear, wiping my fingers from my opening to my clit, collecting my juices and then use it to lubricate my palms as I continue to pay his cock the attention I want to. I stroke my now slick hands up and down his throbbing dick, able to feel the veins pulsing. Bending over I take the head into my mouth and gently caress him with my tongue, getting even more turned on by the combination of both our tastes. Then I take him in as deep as I can, feeling his width stretching my jaw open wide. It’s the first time I’ve done this voluntarily without being forced; the first time I’ve used the skills I was compelled to learn to avoid the punishment I’d earn if I refused or gagged. It’s the first time I’ve ever enjoyed it.

  “Fuck, Zee!” He shouts.

  Chapter 27

  Kadar

  I can’t believe she just did that! Does she know how sexy that was? Fucking hell! I’m going to come all over her hands in a moment; she’s no idea how close I am to sh
ooting my load. Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Think of something different; name all the horses in the palace stables, list all the legal steps to change Amahad into a democracy, anything to take my mind of what her incredible fucking hands are doing to me.

  And then she leans forwards and takes me into her mouth, taking me in as deep as she can. She’s fucking skilled at this. I’m a big man, but she suppresses her gag reflex, breathing in through her nose. Then I remember the reason why she’s so good, and it chills me, suppressing my immediate urge to come.

  “Habiti, you don’t need to do that.” It kills me to stop her, but I suspect she was forced to do it in the past. How can it hold pleasure for her?

  She pulls back, releasing me so she can talk, “But tonight is about doing what I want, when I want it, Kadar. And I want to do this. You’re not making me.” She has a cheeky expression on her flushed face; she’s enjoying being the one in charge.

  And there’s the difference. As I had expected, she’s more confident in control. And just for this once I’ll let her have it. It’s killing the Dom in me not to grab her, turn her over and thrust into her as deep as I can go, to direct the pace of our joining. On the other hand, the man in me is eager to see where and just how far she will go. Behind my head, my fingers are locked so tightly together I cut off my blood flow as I struggle to let her proceed at her pace. Fuck, this isn’t easy for me; I’m denying my very nature. I pant as she continues to experiment, licking around the head, her tongue gently exploring the slit before she deep throats me again. I feel my balls tighten; if she’s not careful, I’m going to shoot my load into her mouth.

  “Habiti, stop. I’m going to come.”

  She heeds my warning and pulls back, sitting back on her heels, her hand wiping across her mouth, her tongue flicking out over her lips. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “I want you inside me,” she whispers.

  Oh, fuck yes! The words I’ve been dying to hear. Again I fight my inclinations as I struggle to make my words a suggestion and not a command, “Straddle me then. Take as much, or as little of me, as you want.”

  After slipping off her delicate underwear, she shuffles up the bed until her knees are on either side of my waist, and takes hold of my cock again in her tiny hands; it’s such a beautiful sight it takes my breath away. I have a brief moment of concern, my size worrying me—it looks so large in comparison to her, my broad frame making her stretch her hips wide across my body. I don’t want to hurt her or cause her discomfort, but I can do nothing to help. She’s wet enough, though; I can see her arousal glistening from here, and I can smell her too, such a glorious perfume that’s exclusively hers. As my cock twitches and jumps in her hands, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.

  She hovers over me as though unsure. Again I fight with myself, forcing myself to fulfil my promise, letting her take this at her pace. It takes everything I have to restrain my hands from touching her lovely breasts. I know I could help her—if she let me move I’d be able to give her more stimulation—but this is her show, I promised her that.

  I remember to inhale, but hold the air in my lungs when she positions herself over me and gently wipes the head of my cock over her slit, her pussy juices providing the much-needed lubrication. And then she lets herself drop onto me, taking me so torturously slowly inside of her. Her eyes close, and her face grimaces at the stretch and burn she must be feeling. It’s been a while since she had a cock inside her, and without boasting, I know I’m a big man, and I doubt she’s ever had someone the size of me.

  She’s so tight! I encourage her with small thrusts, aimed just to consolidate the distance she’s already taken inside her delicious pussy, leaving the decision up to her how much more she can handle. I don’t know whether she’ll be able to take all of me, but just as I wonder if she’ll stop, this determined woman again amazes me as she slowly, but surely, sinks down until she’s enveloped every inch.

  “Kadar!” she gasps out, her head thrown back, her eyes half closed and her breath coming in pants.

  I can’t help it. Without conscious thought or direction, my hands move down, and I place them either side of her hips. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t start away as if she knows she needs my aid. I use my strength to help her to rise off me, and then bring her back down again gently, so I don’t hurt or frighten her. My hands might be doing the work, but I let her control the pace.

  She clenches her pussy, and like a schoolboy, I know I’m not going to be able to last long. Her eyes close, her mouth opens, and she moans, a sound that triggers even more blood to race to my cock, its fullness almost painful now. She starts to twist her hips in untutored movements, her brow creasing in frustration, so I speed up, thrusting deeper and harder inside her. Her moans of pleasure come faster now until they combine into one long keen that both incites and encourages me. I’m getting so close, but she’s not quite there yet so using one hand I rub her clit. It doesn’t take much to get her to the edge, and soon her body freezes, tightens and strangles my cock with her internal muscles as she comes with a violence that astounds even me. It’s the most glorious feeling I’ve ever felt, and there’s absolutely no way I can hold back; her orgasm triggers something primeval in me. I come and come and come, my cum shooting up into her. Shooting up her tight passage, through her cervix and straight into her womb! Fuck! I freeze. We didn’t use a condom!

  As her muscles relax she collapses over my body, worn out from her release. I bring my arms around her, my hand gently caressing her back. I feel completely and utterly drained. She’s taken every drop I had to give and therein lies the problem. Is she protected?

  There can be no future for us. In little more than a month, I will be selecting my bride. Then there’ll be a short engagement, of sufficient length to satisfy society and enough time to arrange a state wedding, after which I’ll be taking a stranger to my bed.

  What the fuck made me give into my baser instincts tonight? All my life I’ve taken strict precautions in all my liaisons. I’m not an ordinary man who can afford to make mistakes, particularly one of this magnitude. But I simply had to have Zoe, even if it was just for a few hours and the thought of using a condom never entered my head. She’s become my weakness, sapping my strength of mind and wiping all rational thought away. What will be the result of my fucking selfish indiscretion if she’s not protected? Shit, how could I ask her to have an abortion? How could I ask a woman kill a child of my blood before it even has a chance to grow? A pregnancy would be disastrous; any male child resulting from my stupidity tonight would be the heir to the throne of Amahad. An heir, completely unacceptable to the majority of my country’s population.

  I could abdicate. The option is not unattractive. It’s so wearing, trying to keep the balance between the cultured cities of our country and the primitive tribes. I’m exhausted beyond belief at the end of each day from having to prove myself. If I gave it all up, Jasim would be next in line. Shit, how can I expect the part owner of a fucking BDSM club to run a fucking country? There’s no way I could put that on him nor would he want it. And if not Jasim, then there’s Nijad. But how could I live with myself if I transferred this weighty burden on the shoulders of my youngest brother knowing, in all probability, it would slowly kill him?

  My hand slides against the softness of her unmarred skin broken with the raised reminders where St John-Davies had so cruelly whipped her. I never believed I would love a woman more than I love my country, but I have suspicions that could well be the outcome if I’m around Zoe much longer. I can’t put myself, or her, in this position again and hope to Allah there’ll be no price to pay for my indiscretion tonight. Since I was born, I’ve dedicated my life to Amahad—a love/hate relationship, but a commitment for life. I can’t abdicate. Zee can’t be my wife. She can’t possibly be pregnant.

  But what if she is? What the fuck would I do?

  I have to know. If she gives me the right answer I won’t have to spend the next few weeks torturing myself.r />
  “Zoe,” I can’t use my pet name for her, not for this question, it’s too important. I grasp her arms, pulling her up above me to make sure I have her attention. “We didn’t use a condom. Are you using protection?”

  Chapter 28

  Zoe

  Gasping for breath, my heart’s beating so furiously I’m worried it’s going to jump out of my chest. There’s a rushing sound through my head as blood pumps frantically through my veins. It’s the first time I’ve ever come while having sex with a man. The first time in my whole frigging life! Was it because I was in control? Or because I’ve at last met a man who cares for my pleasure as much as his own? When I was so close, he knew, helped me over the edge, making sure I had my release before he took his own. Is this what it’s supposed to be like? Is this what I’ve been missing?

  As my frenzied heartbeat begins to slow and my breathing returns to normal, I feel sated and satisfied and realise this is what my Sophie used to talk about. Heaven help me; I don’t think I’m ever going to recover!

  I feel his cock softening inside me while I rest in the comfort of his arms, the soft touch of his hands soothingly running up and down my back. Kadar, the emir of Amahad, but tonight just a man caring for his woman. He let me be in charge, but I knew how difficult that had been for him. I hadn’t missed the tension rolling off of him as he itched to take back control. He knew just what I needed, and he gave it to me. And that’s exactly what Cara had told me a Dom should do for his sub.

  But he’s no ordinary man or Dom, and I can’t be either his woman or his sub. I know I can’t continue exploring with Kadar. I’ve got to lock this memory away, stamp on my fast growing feelings for the man lying beneath me and force myself to remember in just a short time he’ll choose his wife and marry for expediency, for his country.