Tales from Arondell: Sodom - Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Isabella Darian

Long shadows stretch across the carpet as the Suns journey west, and sink behind another wall of cloud. It's not even three in the afternoon, and already the chamber is so dim I might need to turn the lights on. But that will mean moving from my place in the corner, again feeling the persistent hunger between my legs.

Damn you Zae... Damn you Mister Scarlett! I sigh and lean my head against the wall, snuggling deeper into mama's blanket. But in truth I'm as much to blame. I didn't exactly try to stop him. I didn't want to...

Ignoring the tears on my cheeks, I stare across my bedroom. About an hour ago, Dusk tried scratching and whimpering at the door to get my attention. But I ignored him, and now I feel awful for doing so.

Lannie swung by with food, since I didn't finish my lunch, and she even tried coaxing me out. She's always there when I want to hide, or curl into a little ball and disappear. But I told her to leave the meal at the door, venturing into the hallway only long enough to snatch up the serving tray, and scurried back into my sanctuary.

Yes my behaviour is foolish, childish even. I won't deny that, but after today's excitement can anyone blame me?

From out in the hallway, someone knocks on the door. I hiss in frustration.

"Isabella," It's Zaenack. I sigh and grit my teeth. How hard is it for people to leave me alone? "Can I come in? I want to talk..."

"No!" I hug my knees to my chest and clutch my blanket. "Now go away!" I feel a sharp twinge in my chest and grimace. For fuck's sake. I can't look at him. Not now. What I'm feeling is bad enough. It's best to just bury it, squeeze it into a tight little ball...

"Bella..." Zae pleads. "Please..."

I shut my eyes and growl. Damn you, Zae. Don't beg me. "I said no, Zaenack,” I spit through clenched teeth and open my eyes again. “Come back tomorrow-”

The bedroom door swings open and in strides Zaenack, firmly shutting the door behind him. Bright light dazzles me, but only for a moment as he flicks the switch.

Gods be damned, Zae. Was that really necessary? I glare at him. "Zaenack, I thought I said..."

Ignoring me, Zaenack – fully dressed for work, in his leather trench-coat, knitted wool vest and dark corduroy trousers – strides across the room and hoists me up. Forcing me to drop my blanket.

What is the bloody meaning of this? His grip is neither gentle nor loving, with a certain degree of possessiveness that frightens me. "Zaenack Caine!" I struggle, pushing at his chest. "Put me down! This isn't-"

His lips crush down upon mine with startling savagery and force, awakening me in an instant as his tongue thrusts inside. My eyes widen. He tastes salty and sweet beneath the aromatic tobacco he smoked recently. Traces of my scent linger on his face and breath, even after all this time.

Why hasn't he showered, or at least washed himself and brushed his teeth? I baulk, feeling my face burn up. Maybe he enjoyed me so much he has to keep my musk upon him, like cologne, even at work. Maybe this was Mister Scarlett's doing?

The thought makes me wet, and my orchid throbs all over again. No! Not now! I jerk away and slap him. So hard my hand stings from the impact, but it's the least of what he deserves!

Zaenack growls at me, seizing my hands – his massive grey fingers dwarf my white wrists - and pins them to the wall.

"Zaenack Caine! What's the meaning of this?" I squeal and squirm again, trying to wriggle free. But he won't budge. It's like trying to move a brick wall. "Unhand me at once! This isn't like..."

Zaenack plunders my lips again, stealing my breath and my indignant cries. He kisses me until I yield, my mouth at last softening to receive his hot tongue. It darts inside, making my blood roar and my nectar flow like warm honey. Oh Gods...

I twist about, pinioned as I am against the wallpaper, and open my legs; which isn't easy, considering the style of my tailored skirt. In all honesty I don't even know why I didn't get changed. It's like I've been drugged or in a dream since this started, and only now I'm waking up.

Zaenack pushes the soft tweed up higher, tearing it further and exposes my orchid, my ass, and the silky white straps of my suspender belt. Yes, I know I'm acting like a cheap little slut. Maybe every nasty thing Sinah said about me is true. But with Zae's mouth assaulting my senses – one hand plying my bottom as the other plunges into my hair – none of it matters.

“My Gods... Zae...” I whimper, at last coming up for air.

“Kiss me baby. Please...” He begs, squeezing my bottom as he rocks my hungry blossom against his zipper. His erection opens my slit and rubs me almost to the point of orgasm. Ooooh my fucking Gods! I gasp and ride him. The cheeky bastard doesn't seem to care that I might soak his trousers. I'm already making a mess.

How easy will it be to rip open his trousers and impale myself?

“Ooooh.... Zaenack...” Pleasure shudders through me, forcing me to kiss him back, sliding my tongue along his until I'm weak and dizzy, my lips swollen from our kisses.

“Why are you... Doing this to me?” I arch my back, needing to show how good he feels – even fully dressed – and roll my hips in time with his.

“So you'd know... How I feel about you,” he groans and nibbles on my neck. So much for our first time together being tender and romantic.

“Zae I think that's... Pretty obvious,” I gasp, feeling my legs tremble against his thighs.

“That's not all, baby.” His lips burn my shoulder, raising goosebumps, tracing my skin all the way up to my ear and back to my lips. “He wants you to have me... Bella, I want you so bad... I can't think straight.”

No. I close my eyes and moan. Please don't say such things, Zae. Please don't remind me... The thought of Zaenack being shared – even with me – makes me feel sick all over again. But can I complain?

“Zae... We shouldn't do this...” I moan and pull my lips away. Everywhere I burn for him, but I have to take control or else my loins will decide for me and it could be a decision I'll regret later. That's the last thing I need. More damned regrets.

“So... You don't want this?”

Oh I don't know, Zae. I almost shake my head and sigh. The truth is, I want him as much as he wants me. I've wanted this from the beginning, but I never said anything – never acted upon it – because I didn't want him calling me a whore. Now that I know the truth about him...

“I do, Zae,” I whimper. “But...”

“So say yes. Say you want me. Right now.”

Damn it, Zae. I squeeze my eyes shut. The torturous pulse between my thighs demands satiation. Gods, please, I hope I don't regret this. “Yes. I want you. Now.”

“Thank you.” Zaenack lowers me to the floor, long enough to unzip his trousers. Exposing his rigid member. With trembling fingers he rolls on a condom. It's pale blue and surrounded with narrow ridges.

You carried one around in your pocket all this time? I stare at him, more than a little bewildered. What were you expecting?

I don't have much time to dwell upon this: Zaenack lifts me up again, opening my blossom with the tip of his cock and drives it inside me. Deep and hard.

“Ooooh... Yes!” I cry out, stunned by his swift intrusion. He's inside me! My Gods. He's actually inside me... The ribbed latex, coupled with his heat, presses into my sensitive flesh; producing exquisite pleasure as he starts to slide back and forth. But there's something else... Small rounded protrusions, rubbing my hot sheath...

“Ooooh... Zaenack...” I nearly swoon and cling to him, convulsing, panting into his ear and flooding with my juice. Good Gods... He feels... Incredible. Unlike anything I could've imagined. I wish I could stay this way, spitted upon him, tingling and giddy forever.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby,” Zaenack growls and buries his mouth in my throat.

Oooh yes... Be rough with me... I grip his broad shoulders, lock my ankles behind him – as much as his wide hips allow – and hold on tight as he settles into a fast, even rhythm. His groin slaps into mine, battering my lips, grinding into my clitoris as our joy climbs to new heights. “Uh-huh, oh Gods yes...” I'm going to faint if he keeps this up.

He kisses me again, tangling his tongue with mine, sliding that wicked little stud back and forth - smothering my moans - and staggers away from the wall. One step, two, three – and still thrusting - he carries me to the bed and sinks to the mattress. His face contorts briefly and he bites his lip. Is he still in pain from last night? Whatever it is, he relaxes again and groans.

“Ride me.” Plucking open my blouse, he captures my scarred breasts and plies my flesh, pinching, stroking, squeezing... By the Gods, it feels so good!

I tip my head back, letting it droop to the side, loving every moment of his ardent conquest, and crush my breasts into his warm hands. “Like this?”

“Oh yeah,” he growls low and deep, and rubs my large nipples. Making me shudder and moan in delight, and soon I'm lost again to the sweet torment of him moving inside me. He slows his thrusts for a moment, hypnotising me with his rhythm, our hips, our bodies undulating as one.

Oooh Gods. Fuck. My eyelids flutter shut, my tongue flicking out to graze my lower lip; not because I want to tempt him, but because he needs to know how wonderful he feels. A perfect fit in fact, pushing into my engorged sweet-spot with tantalising strokes. “Mmmmm. Oh, Zae... Like that...”

He tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to press my panting lips to his. His other hand caresses and kneads my bare bottom; rocking me upon him with increasing urgency. “Fuck me, baby,” he orders, his voice thick and husky with his passion. “Like I know you've always wanted to.”

That's true. I whimper and brace myself on his solid chest. My fingers clench his knitted vest and dug into the thick layers of material. Tentatively I ride him, my breath catching in my throat every time the stud in his cock rubs my aching sweet-spot. It's too much, the pleasure so intense it almost frightens me. I have to stop...

“I'm... I'm sorry Zae... I can't... It's too much...”

Zaenack growls at me and smacks my ass, making me squeal in alarm. “Bullshit.” He tightens his grip, and rocks me up and down upon his cock. He grimaces again as he plows into me, but any pain he feels seems only to spur him on, carrying me higher and higher...

“Oh Zaenack!” My voice hitches, my breath streaming from my lips in ragged gasps. I can't think, I can't speak, my mind exploding as my rapture spirals out of control. Flushed all over, trembling, moaning, feeling my toes curl and my blossom flood with my hot juice, I collapse over him.

But Zaenack isn't done with me. Not yet. His hips keep bucking, his fingers digging into my flesh as he seeks his own completion. Achieving it with a triumphant shout, he falls silent beneath me. A stupid grin splits his handsome face. “I don't know about you baby, but-”

“Please, not now.” I press my fingers to his lips, silencing him. Yes it felt incredible, surpassing anything I've experienced before. But why can't we just quietly enjoy the moment, basking in something I'm sure he's wanted as long as I have? What's wrong with trying to make this a little romantic, or am I being silly and idealistic?

In all honesty, who knows what's going to happen now? No doubt there's a catch. Masters and Mistresses never share. Not without wanting something in return.

My fingers stray to my ear and throat, and finally dip between my legs, tracing the spots where Mister Scarlet kissed and touched me. Pleasure and shame sweep through me, stinging my eyes and making me bite my lip. It's a bit late for regrets now, isn't it Isabella? You got yourself into this mess, flung yourself blindly into something you have no knowledge or understanding of, and for what? One night of amazing sex?

No. I shake my head, ignoring Zae beneath me as my face burns, and my tears roll down my cheeks. No, it-it's nothing like that.

Isn't it?

“Baby, please don't cry.” Zae's gentle voice brings me back to the present, away from the troubling thoughts looming over me. At least for the time being. I know I'll have to face reality, sooner or later.

He brushes the tears from my eyes and pulls my head to his chest. He's still hard inside me, and his heart drums beneath my ear. “I wasn't that bad, was I?”

I can't help but laugh in spite of my tears. “Oh, Zae. You sweet and silly man.” I nuzzle him through his work clothes, dampening his wool vest and blush again. Now he's going to the Tankard smelling even more like me. In his haste he didn't even take his pants off! Good thing he wore a condom, or else we would've made a monumental mess.

I sigh and sniffle. “You were wonderful... I mean, you are wonderful. But what am I saying?” I shake my head and cry all over again. Zae wraps his big arms around me and rolls on his side, gripping the base of his condom as he slips out of me.

No. Please don't stop. I moan and cling to him. Take me again. I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to think about the things I'll say to Mister Scarlett. Because it's the only way Zae and I can be together.

Drying my eyes on my sleeve, I gaze at Zaenack. He smiles at me, weary and content at the same time. “How long until you need to leave for work?” I whisper.

Tenderly he combs my hair back from my face. “I don't have to be there until Six.”

I sigh and nod. At least there's some time left. “Would you- Please, would you hold me until then?”

Zae's beautiful sleepy eyes twinkle in the artificial light. “Baby, I'd love to.”

My heart soars and I press a swift, grateful kiss to his lips. “Oh thank you, Zae. Thank-”

“Before you start thanking me, I really need to get rid of this.” He points at his now flaccid cock, swimming in the used condom.

Oh. I blush and roll away from him. “Sorry.” I giggle, feeling foolish.

Wearily Zaenack knots the rubber and grabs a handful of tissues from the bedside table. While he tidies up, I wriggle out of my clothing and dump them on the floor. There's no point getting changed yet. I'll shower and search for something more comfortable, once Zae has gone to work.

No doubt Mister Scarlett will want me to join him for dinner. But to be honest, with the way I'm feeling I'd rather avoid him...

“Come here, baby.” Zaenack holds out his arms. He's back on the bed, his pants zipped up again, and the top blanket thoughtfully drawn aside.

You think of everything, don't you Zae? Gratefully I climb into his embrace, snuggling against his warm body as he throws the cover over me, and kisses the top of my head.

“I know you're probably a little overwhelmed at the moment,” he whispers at length.

Yeah, you're right about that. I sigh, but I keep silent. It seems like there's more he wants to say.

“I promise we'll talk more when I get home. Because I want this, baby... And He wants this. More than anything.”

Continued in Chapter 11