Second Chances (Blood Brothers #3)

by Manda Mellett

  “Lie on the bed. On your back.” My voice is deep and low.

  She follows my command with only a second’s hesitation, but without argument or discussion. It will take time to train her in the ways I like to see submission, but fuck, we’ve got a whole lifetime to explore. Once more I’m overwhelmed by the notion. As she turns away from me, the just healed scar on her shoulder where she took a bullet for me comes into sight, and it hits me all over again. She would have sacrificed her life for mine. There could never be anything more humbling. Then I see those silver scars where she’d been whipped so cruelly. They make me even more determined she’ll only know pleasure for the rest of her life.

  I go to my wardrobe and take out two scarves. Moving across to the bed, I take one leg and tie a scarf around one ankle. I tie the second scarf to the other. She holds her legs closed, hiding from me, but I grin, thinking she’ll be unable to conceal anything in a moment. Gently I bend her left leg at the knee until the sole of her foot is flat on the bed. Taking her hand, I encircle her damaged left wrist with my fingers; it reminds me she needs to have this fixed. “Does it hurt?” I want to make sure I’m not going to cause her pain.

  “Not much. Not anymore.”

  Gently stroking it, I tell her. “We’ll get it sorted, Zee. Erase every trace of your pain and memories.” Then I continue, tying her wrist to the other end of the scarf so it’s almost touching her ankle. I take a moment to read the expression on her face, knowing this is all new to her. I see a little anxiety, so I lean over and kiss her. When I feel her relax, I do the same to the right side, checking to make sure the bindings aren’t too tight. She’s now completely open to me. For a moment I just stare at her beautiful face. Then I check in. “Are you doing okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you at green or yellow? Do you need me to slow down or talk about what we’re doing?”

  “Green! Frigging green!” Her husky voice with a touch of laughter in it gives me the answer I want to hear, and the flash in her eyes looks suspiciously like a sign of impatience.

  I grin. Lowering my eyes and focusing in on that part of her I’ve wanted to see for so long. Her pubic hair is neat and trimmed, but I’d like to see it bare, maybe one day I’ll shave it myself but not tonight. There’s no hurry. Her clit is still hiding beneath its protective hood, but I know it will soon be coming out to play. Her labia are a beautiful pink colour, framing her opening like the petals of a flower. As I continue to stare I see her wriggle, either in discomfort or embarrassment. Deciding it is more likely the latter, I proceed to take her mind off the vulnerable position I’ve placed her in.

  Unable to resist any longer I put my mouth to her clit and suck lightly, then I move back and blow a warm breath over the top. She twists and comes up off of the bed. Yes, that’s it. Anticipation has increased her excitement. I lick from clit to slit, delving my tongue into her tight pussy, like a cat lapping up cream. Her salty, musky taste taunts my tongue and sends a wave of desire right down to my balls. As I work her with my mouth, my fingers caress her clit. And there it is, coming out of its hood, glistening with her moisture. She moans, and twists again, thrusting her hips up trying to encourage me to apply more pressure, but she’s going to have to wait. This is my show. I place my free hand on her stomach and hold her in place.

  “Kadar, please,” her breathless voice begs me.

  “Don’t come until I tell you to,” I tell her sternly and then go back to working my tongue into her slit, lapping as more and more moisture comes from her. My fingers work her clit, and I feel her tense, her muscles growing taut, and then I pull away. She’s panting, her head moving side to side, and I feel her stomach muscles clenching beneath my hand.

  “Kadar…” She begs me again, but I’m ruthless. The longer she holds off, the better it will be for her.

  I massage some of her wetness down to that forbidden place; gently I rim her arsehole with it. I feel her tense.

  “Has anyone ever taken you here?”

  “No!” I hear the mortification in her voice.

  I chuckle, “Not yet, but soon. This will be mine. All of you will be mine.” She squirms, as I continue to rub gently around her puckered hole, pushing my finger gently inside. But she’s not trying to get away. Fuck me; she’s pushing back into my hand! “I think you’re going to like that, habiti. But not tonight.” Though her body’s reaction sparks an idea.

  I switch my attention back to her pussy, curling up my fingers inside her, trying to find that special bunch of nerves. As I locate the right spot, her body goes rigid, so I press down on her clit. “Come for me.”

  As if she was only waiting for my authoritative command she explodes with a loud scream, her pussy clenching around my fingers. “I’ve got you,” I tell her, as her muscles contract and release time and time again. “Let it go; I’m with you.” I keep a light pressure on her clit, bringing her back down. Just before she relaxes I press firmly again, my fingers on the inside, my thumb just on that right spot outside. Another strong orgasm hits her and again continues for some time.

  “Kadar!” She screams as if she can take no more.

  This time, I have mercy on her, and let her come down completely, and move up her body, taking her mouth with mine, letting her taste herself on me. Momentarily she seems surprised at the saltiness on my lips, but with a groan, she toys her tongue against mine as though the taste of her essence is turning her on all over again.

  “My turn,” I tell her. I stand up and remove my clothes, her hungry eyes watching my every move. Seeing her staring greedily at my cock I slowly rub myself from root to head a couple of times. She seems to enjoy watching me pleasure myself. Grinning at her, I climb onto the bed, placing my knees either side of her face and moving the head of my cock over her lips. Her tongue comes out, licking the drop of pre-cum off my slit. Now it’s me unable to suppress a groan. Again my balls tighten, and I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold off my release. I decide to tease her. “Never say I don’t take care of the needs of my pregnant woman.”

  Her eyes open, her pupils are dilated with the pleasure she’s received, but her expression is puzzled. “What?”

  “Extra protein.” I laugh. As she opens with an O of surprise, I take advantage and push in through her lips.

  Her mouth is everything I remembered, the thoughts which necessitated me pleasuring myself in many long, lonely showers. But tonight it is the real thing! Taking a light grasp of her hair, I tilt her head back so I can get further inside. She stills as if I’m forcing her, and I wonder if it’s too much, but then her tongue slides around my cock, and she sucks me in. I pull out, wanting to make sure, but the smile on her lips shows me that she’s doing fine. Gently I start to thrust in and out, fucking her face. She responds enthusiastically and before very long I feel the blood flooding into my prick making it expand and the tell-tale tingling running down my spine. She moans around me, and for a second I’m undecided whether I should pull out, but she’s working me hard, not struggling to get away.

  “I’m going to come,” I warn her, but for an answer she swallows, her throat muscles massaging my cock. I can’t hold back; my balls contract and my cum rises so fast pulling out is no longer an option. With a roar, I explode deep in her throat, and she drinks me down, every drop, and then continues to lick my deflating cock clean. I lift myself up. She’s grinning.

  “Not too much?” I know I got carried away and need to make sure she’s alright.

  Her grin widens, “Well, there was a lot to swallow…”

  “Fuck, woman! I was asking you if I pushed you too far.” I’m laughing too. Her cheeky expression makes me start to harden again. I want to get inside her before her arms and legs get too sore from being bound.

  Her earlier reaction has given me an idea. “Wait here.”

  “Well, I’m not exactly able to go anywhere.”

  “Respect, woman!” I growl in my deepest Dom voice. Sex has always been serious before, but I like the fun
she brings into it. I take a moment to drink in her beautiful features, to remind myself again that this woman is mine. And I’m hers. I could never want another woman after her.

  Remembering my objective, I leave the bed and return to my wardrobe, this time opening a drawer at the bottom which contains a bag I’ve not used for a very long time. I fumble through the toys, all new in sealed packs and eventually find what I’m looking for. Grabbing a tube of lube, I hide both items in my hand and return to the bed.

  “Ready to feel me inside you?”

  Looking at her I can see her getting wetter at my words, her pussy glistening in the light. Seeing the plainly visible evidence, for once I let her get away with a nod.

  I apply a line of lube down her crack. She tenses. “Relax.”

  “I don’t…”

  “Remember your safeword.”

  As I remind her, she has an out some of the tension eases out of her muscles. I massage the lube into her hole, pushing it inside with my fingers, making sure it’s properly coated. I then remove the item I’d selected from its protective wrapping. It’s small and slim, and shouldn’t cause her uninitiated arse any problem. After applying more lube, I gently push it in. Her muscles tighten against me.

  “Push back.”

  “What is it?”

  “Just relax. And do what I say.”

  I continue pushing, watching her carefully as she scrunches up her face I know she’s feeling the slight burn, but it is very slim. But effective. Once it’s firmly seated, she breathes out a deep breath. I’m so proud I’ve been able to push her this far; so proud of my woman.

  My cock’s recovered now, and then some. It’s pulsating with almost painful need to be inside her. My patience is running out. I press the button on the remote.

  “Oh!”

  She exclaims loudly at the vibrations inside her arse, her face reddening, her mouth opening as she starts to process the alien sensations. Giving her no time to adjust I thrust the head of my prick into her wet and ready pussy. Her muscles start to suck me in. I can feel the vibrations coming from her rear channel and even though I’ve already had one release I know I won’t be able to last long. She’s tight as fuck, but I push gently, gaining a little ground each time I thrust until I’m all the way in.

  “Fuck me, Kadar!”

  I’m not going to reproach her for telling me what to do; she’ll learn the discipline I expect in time. But tonight her needs match mine, and there is nothing I want to do more. I thrust harder and harder, then start hammering inside her. She starts moaning as her orgasm begins. I’m so close that when her muscles spasm she takes me over, my shout combining with her screams of ecstasy, my cock emptying my all inside her, wave after fucking wave of sheer delirious pleasure.

  Somehow I remember to switch off the remote control, and then take a moment to come back down to earth. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. Pulling out of her I’m delighted to see her laying back looking so satiated, and more than that, at peace. I look to her comfort, removing the bullet from her arse and quickly untying her, rubbing her arms and legs to prevent any cramping. She slumps back exhausted on the pillows, a small smile on her face showing her contentment. My love, my future wife, the mother of my child. I feel a warm glow inside of me, and allow myself a moment to drink in the glorious sight. Can there be a luckier man in all the fucking world? At last, I remember I need to see to the rest of her needs. Going to the bathroom, I get a washcloth and return, cleaning her up. When she seems oblivious to my actions, I realise that I’ve put her into subspace. The Dom in me beams with pride.

  Disposing of the cloth, I scoot up the bed and take her in my arms, just so very grateful for everything that’s brought her back to me. The death of that monster has freed her, has given her the potential to blossom again, and I’m determined she’ll do so in my arms. I vow here and now nothing will ever hurt her again.

  She’s fast asleep now, my arms tighten around her, holding her so close, knowing there’s nothing that could make me let her go. Zee is the perfect woman for me. Her responses tonight overwhelmed me and open up infinite possibilities for things for us to explore. There’s a new spark within her that wasn’t there before, and I will do everything I can to nurture it and see it grow into a fire. No one will ever again get close enough to douse that flame.

  Chapter 41

  Zoe

  Sometime later I wake to find I’m half lying across Kadar and half against the beautifully embroidered cushions at the head of the bed. We’re both still naked, but I feel no embarrassment at all. The chill of the air conditioning disturbed my rest, so I inch closer to my man to share the warmth of his body. My man. I’m so happy I’m sure I must be dreaming, unable to believe this is really happening to me. I’m going to be Kadar’s wife. The sheer utter glee of the realisation makes it impossible for me to be still. I wriggle, and my slight movement disturbs him. “Sorry.”

  “Why?”

  “I woke you.”

  He kisses my head. “No, habiti. I wasn’t asleep. I was thinking.”

  “What about?”

  “Us, my family. My family.” His hand strokes my still flat belly. His obvious delight about my pregnancy gives me a warm feeling inside.

  “What about your family?”

  He’s quiet for a moment. “About my father. And his wrath if he had known I was going to marry an Englishwoman, particularly one without blue blood running through her veins.”

  “I… ”

  “Shush.” His fingers cover my mouth. “I’m not my father. And I’m not going to live his life or even try to. I’ve been too set on following the path he set out for me, tearing myself up when I couldn’t do the things he did. I’ve got to make my own way. And do things as I wish to. Not as he would have done. You, and Rais, and the rest of the desert sheikhs have shown me that. If they can move forwards, there’s hope for us all.”

  “Deep thoughts,” I smile.

  “Very,” he laughs, “And I was also thinking it’s about time Jasim surrendered and joined his brothers in marital bliss.”

  “We’re not married yet!”

  “We soon will be.”

  He hugs me then lets me go. Then after getting out of bed, he comes around to my side of the bed and lifts me in his strong arms. After he sets me on my feet, he turns down the covers on the bed, revealing the silk sheets underneath. “Get in; it’s been a long day.”

  I do as he says, and he places the covers over me before going to his side and sliding in. As he does so, I can’t help but think how my life has changed. I wish to God I’d never met Ethan, but meeting him led me here. I wouldn’t want to go through all the pain and fear again, but eventually, it was worth it, my reward is this fantastic man.

  Then I frown, as niggling doubts hit me, “Kadar, I want to finish the harem.”

  “Hmm?” he sounds like he’s dozing off, “No worries.”

  He doesn’t mind me working. Good.

  “And I want to wear what I want when I want. I want to have friends, and, I’d like my mother to visit.”

  “Of course!” he sounds bemused that I’d even ask.

  “Just wanted to make sure,” I snuggle into his side. Ethan and Kadar. They couldn’t be more different; I can’t understand how I ever could have thought they were similar. There’s no comparison.

  As his body relaxes and he starts to drift off, a thought hits me. “Cara, Cara will be my sister-in-law!” I say with delight.

  “Allah help us! Yes, she will. Ni and I will have no chance once you two get together.” His voice is sleepy, but I hear the smile in it, “And you’ll have another, my young sister, Aiza if she can pull herself away from Switzerland. And two brothers-in-law. You didn’t meet Jasim when he was here, did you? You’ve got that debatable pleasure to come.”

  I giggle, for all that he said, I can tell he loves all his family dearly. And now, by some miracle of fate, that includes me.

  “Welcome to the Kassis family, Emira Z
oe.” Leaning over, he kisses me. “Now go to sleep, habiti.”

  Emira? It hadn’t dawned on me I’d have a title. Me, of such insignificant birth. It takes a moment for it to sink in.

  After the exhausting day, my eyes feel heavy, but before I let them close, I’ve one last question for my future husband, “Kadar, what does habiti mean?” I’ve often wondered.

  Sighing, he sits up and gazes down at me, his hand reverently caressing my face. “It means ‘my love’, Zee. You are my love, my only love.” His fingers still and his dark eyes start to glisten as he tells me, in a deep voice almost as though he’s making a vow, “Sawf ’ahabbuk hatta alnnujum tasqut mmin alssama’ w tasjud lak hatta nihayat alkawn.” Then he offers the translation, “I will love you until the stars fall from the skies and worship you until the universe ends.” Another kiss, then just before I succumb to sleep he tells me as if I needed further assurance, “I’ll love you forever.”

  The Blood Brothers Series

  Each book in the series can be read as a complete standalone, but characters from one book may well appear in another, and you may enjoy reading the whole series to get a better understanding into their backgrounds.

  Stolen Lives (Blood Brothers #1)

  Close Protection (Blood Brothers #2)

  Second Chances (Blood Brothers #3)

  Turning Wheels (Blood Brothers #3.5 / Satan’s Devils MC) – coming soon

  Identity Crisis (Blood Brothers # 4) – coming soon

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  Sophie

  All I did was try to help my best friend Zoe escape from Ethan St John-Davies, her abusive boyfriend, but neither of us realised the power he has until a hit and run accident punishes me for the aid I’d given her, leaving me in a wheelchair. I don’t want to live anymore, what’s the point? I can’t do the things I used to, and no man will want me now.