Emily King
No, no, no, no.
This did not just happen.
But it did. If the pleasure running in my veins wasn’t enough proof, the clenching of my insides for more should sprinkle a cold bucket of reality on my face. If that didn’t work, all I had to do was open my eyes to see the man standing in between my legs.
“Open your eyes, Emily.” He called. His voice was gentle, was patient, like that of a lover.
He was not my lover. Her was Alisha’s.
“Let go of me. This didn’t happen.” I muttered the first words to him then the second to myself.
“No, no, Emily, don’t do that, except you want a reminder.” He spoke, and I could hear the chuckle in his voice. It sounded cold and triumphant, like that of a devil when he knew he had won.
His hands tightened over my hip and I felt the tip of his nose gently nudging the side of my core. My whole body swelled in response to his touch, betraying me. I tried to buck off him but instead, I just brought myself more into his face so I strayed still, embarrassment flushing over me and more embarrassment when I saw my whole skin turning pink and I was almost naked in his sight.
“Let me go,” I said again, wishing he would leave that position he was in. It only brought more memories. Of my hands in his hair, my need for more. I had never thought it would feel so good. Was it just with him or I would feel so much pleasure even if it was someone else?
“Say my name.” He taunted me. I knew he was referring back to when I moaned his name, which baffled me also. Why had I moaned his name? I had no sexual thoughts concerning him. I didn’t care if he was spending his time sucking Alisha or being sucked by her. He had two whole days with her in his arms, why the fuck was he here. I was fine alone. He just had to come here and confuse me. Why?
“Let go of me, Alexandro.” I could feel the tears swelling in my eyes. “Please.” His expression curled into that of distaste as he let go of my legs and got off the bed.
He looked impeccable dressed down to his tie while I was open to him like a slut, calling for him in my sleep, letting him touch me and liking it.
I wished I could say I hated the feeling of his hands, or that I would never want them on me anymore, but I now had knowledge of the pleasures he could give me, how would I be able to look at his face and not be ashamed?
“What’s wrong with you, Em?” He asked, he seemed worried, stretching out a hand to me but I flew to the end of the bed, out of his touch.
“Don’t touch me.” I shrieked. I couldn’t move any further, I was now away from his touch yet I still felt trapped with him.
“What’s this shit, Emily? We’re married. You can’t run away from me.” His voice had begun losing that lover’s patience that was in it initially. His voice was moving back to the way I knew it to be. To that of Alexandro King.
“Why don’t you go back to Alisha?” I snapped at him, pulling the shirt over my knee but still feeling naked, the imprint of his hands on me wasn’t leaving and this shirt made it feel like he was still touching me. I wanted to get out of it and throw it away, then wash my skin and chant to myself that I didn’t want this man’s touch.
“Is this about Alisha? Are you jealous? Nothing is going on between us. I didn’t touch her.” He explained, a smile rising by the sides of his lips again, making me angry.
“I don’t care if you slept with her or not.” I snapped, I hated the relief that swelled in my chest. The peace that came to my heart. The realization that I had truly staked a claim on this Alexandro who was mine in name only.
Alexandro slipped up the bed and slowly moved closer to me, “I didn’t touch her. I didn’t sleep with her. Come here, Emily.” He said I hated how easily he could switch his voice and sound so sexy. The vibration in his voice seemed to find its way under my skin and send sizzles up my breasts, tightening my nipples.
When his hands came around my waist and his lips found my neck, all reluctance flew off my throat, instead, moans came out instead. My knees went weak when his hands grabbed my thighs again, my head angling to give him more access to my throat.
His fingers were bold and strong, few days of luxury had my skin soft and tender, making his touch more pleasurable, this feeling was more intense than I ever thought it would be.
I moaned protest as his hand left my ass, I had hoped he would move them to that point where I was wet and dripping but instead, he took them away totally.
“Aaahhhhh,” I screamed when his hands groped around my breasts through the shirt, squeezing them so badly it hurt and still I didn’t want him to stop.
When he withdrew his hands at me and screamed, I opened my eyes, my hands bringing his back to them. He smiled. That devil’s smile.
I was a slave to his touch and all I wanted was more.
My brain had shut down and there was no thinking, all I did was feel.
“You want me to touch you?” He asked, his hands playing over my breasts, but not touching them like he did before.
“Yes.” I murmured, shy but wanting.’
At my reply, he let go of me completely.
“Then take off the shirt.”
I didn’t even consider that I would be stark naked while he was still very much dressed. The shirt lay beside me on the bed in seconds.
I sat there on the bed, naked to his eyes, and his touch. I loved the fire that came alive in his eyes, my mouth watered at the bulge in his pants. It told me I didn’t just want him, he wanted me too.
“Fuck, Emily.” His teeth caught my nipple. One hand holding my thigh down and the other keeping my neck bent to face the ceiling and restraining my breath while he fed on my breasts, with teeth and tongue, delivering both pain and pleasure.
An endless series of moans escaped me.
Aren't we forgetting something?
My hands couldn’t stay in place, I tried to keep him in place by pulling his hair, but I couldn’t word the need for him to go slow because the breath I got was barely enough to keep me breathing.He let go of my his to use the hand to keep my hand in place but instead, he allowed me to buck against him, trashing up against him and reducing the pleasure on my neck.“You don’t want to be a good girl, do you?” He growled. He moved away to free his tie from his neck.Excitement bubbled through me in the hope that he was about to undress but only the tie came off. It came off him then came on me.He grabbed both my hands and wrapped his tie around them.“What are you doing, Xandro?” I asked, a little fear crawling up my throat. I had never been tied before, hell, I had never had sex before.“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” His voice was reassuring, I believed. Then he smiled and said, “At least, not today.”I didn’t know what the fuck that meant, but I held on to his words about not
EMILY KINGI watched the horror that rose on his face before he withdrew totally from me. He took a moment to tally untie my hands before moving off the bed, away from me.His expression moved to annoyance as he got to the edge of the room before turning to face me.“What the fuck, Emily?” He spoke harshly. Anger was evident in his voice yet I had no idea what my sin was. When did being a virgin become something abominable?“I don’t know what the problem is,” I said it wasn’t being in denial, I just couldn’t accept that he was mad because I was a virgin.“Why do I not know that…. That you’re…. You’re… a…” He trailed off, running his hands through his hair.“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m what?” I snapped.“Wait! Are you still drunk?” He asked in wonder as he moved closer to me again.Was I drunk? Maybe a little, but I was very much aware of what happened tonight, and I doubted I would forget when I became sober.“I’m not drunk.” I denied. Freeing my hands from the tie, he
“I wouldn’t have guessed you would be such a great social media person.” He said to me. We slept on the bed, facing each other. I couldn’t sleep and he didn’t either. It was not my choice to face him, I would rather turn my back to him, maybe I would have a better chance of sleeping but he wouldn’t have it any other way. “There are many things I didn’t think I could do either,” I replied, ignoring him would be of no help. Things like letting him touch me, or even dreaming about him. “I’m discovering myself.” I smiled.He watched me quietly but said nothing, then finally, he commanded, “Sleep.”The words seemed backed up by a spell because I slept off immediately.The nights were when I was most happy that I met Alexandro King. I didn’t have to sleep all couched on someone’s couch or be scared of anything.I loved the bed too.When I woke up, my husband was sitting up on the chair closest to the bed. It seemed like he had been waiting for me to wake up.“Is there anything
“I am not trying to seduce you!” I screamed before he said anything. I hid myself behind a trail of clothes and couched, hoping he wouldn’t pick. “I left my towel here and had nothing to wear out, I called your name for help but got no reply so I thought you had left. I am not trying to seduce you, I don’t even want you.” I rapped in embarrassment. “What are you doing here?”He threw the towel at me and said nothing, I managed to catch a bit of annoyance and disgust in his eyes before he stormed out of the closet without paying attention to me.“Wear the clothes I picked out. We have somewhere to be.” He commanded, his back turned to me before he slammed the door.I couldn’t stand up for the first few minutes, I had succeeded in embarrassing myself in front of Alexandro King like I had not made enough fool of myself last night.I sat in front of the mirror and oiled my skin before turning to see the dress he had picked. It was a beautiful jumpsuit that was classy as well as fun, I won
ALEXANDRO KING I was angry about a lot of things, the main one was why she attended the party without my permission. It was an oversight on my part to tell her about it and then be absent from it. But my absence had been her fault and she should have called before doing anything. I was surprised to know she was good with cards but that was now a useless skill because everyone else had read her hand except me. I could have taught her more, made her untouchable, but now she and her fickle heart have been swayed. It was hard to keep cool, but I had said enough to speak sense into her brain, so I kept quiet on our way back to the car. I could hear her sniffs as she tried to swallow her tears. Finally, a sight of the weak woman I had chosen. Somewhere along the line, I had made a mistake. The plan was to make her rely on me for strength but now our enemies had seen more of her than I had. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know about my world, never ask for help from anyone. Don’t
“I have held a gun before. I never said I hadn’t. You didn’t ask either. You just told Nina I had no gun experience, which was very different from what I had told her.” She pointed out to me.What exactly had she told Nina? This brought the whole thing back to Emily; she shouldn’t have a gun out without me.“Never go anywhere without me.” I snarled; I hated losing out on information. “How well do you know guns,” I asked, I wanted her to begin to spill. Instead, she took a deep breath and chewed on her biscuit, stepped down in it with a cup of coffee before replying to me.“I cannot shoot. I have never shot anything in my life. I have held a gun though, I was ten, and I witnessed an accident, they had taken me to the police station to testify and I helped an officer pick a gun from the floor. The point is, I’m not stupid enough to tell everyone at a party filled with people in black clothes that they can’t wait for the next funeral and that I couldn’t handle a gun. I couldn’t turn down
I expected a shocked reaction, I thought she would fight or push me. Maybe then I would have enough excuse to tie her down and make her submit to me physically. But instead, she sighed into my mouth and let me kiss her.What was this called? Mixed signals. Earlier she had said she didn’t even want me, which I didn’t believe but now It was surprising to feel her soft and pliant beneath my hands.I parted her lips wider with my tongue and delved in. She tasted of coffee, sugar, and honey. The combination was perfect in her mouth, her scent invaded my nostril, mixed with oxygen, and spread down my body, increasing my need for more, and taking away my will to be gentle.My fingers went around her neck, angling her head more perfectly to allow me to kiss her better, and play with her tongue as I wanted to. Yet, I still wanted more, because her reaction wasn’t what I wanted. It was nothing compared to her moans last night.I pulled at her lower lips with my teeth before breaking the kiss. “
Our lips met and I sank deeper into the pool of attraction and lust that had pulled me in his eyes. There was no excuse for this because my eyes were opened, I was staring into his eyes as he softly tugged at my lips.I had to not be in my right senses because I did just the same, pulling at his lips and parting my lips open so he could invade it with his tongue and when he did, I invaded his tongue with mine. What I didn’t know, was that I was permitting him to take this a step further, but when Alexandro King was given a mile, he took ten. Let’s just he took it several steps further.I felt all gentleness in him give way when the muscles under my hand ticked and his movement became aggressive.The pressure of his lips became harder, and his urgency crossed the line. I gasped for breath when his lips left mine, but he gave me only a second before he crushed his lips against mine from another angle. I could only moan into his mouth when his tongue snaked through my lips and slid acros