Irrevocable (Fated series (can be read as a standalone) Book 3) Read online

  Slowly he placed one arm either side of my stretched out legs and started to stalk up the length of my body, placing kisses, small nips and licks on various parts of my limbs. I lay my head down on the cool cotton pillow, just enjoying the feeling of being with him after our fraught day.

  ‘I love the way your skin tastes, Caxap,’ he lazily spoke in between kissing my goosebumped skin.

  ‘You’ve called me that before, what does it mean?’ I asked, already writhing under his touch. I felt him lift my calves one by one and spread my legs apart towards the bottom corners of the bed. The bed dipped again as he placed his weight down in between my splayed legs.

  He crawled up further, his warm body touching me in places, making my nerves send spasms up and into my core. ‘It… means… sugar… in… Russian,’ he answered me, in between kissing and now biting my inner thighs, his warm breath making my skin tingle. ‘This, right here, is so fucking sweet in smell and taste, every time I even smell sugar it reminds me of your cunt.’ He ran his nose gently over the thin material covering me, then suddenly he stopped. I lifted my head to find him peering over the top of my white bikini bottoms.

  He was wearing the smile I had seen only twice before and my heart skipped with joy at the fact he was bestowing it on me once again.

  Resting on his elbows he placed both of his hands on my hips under the fine pieces of material that held my bikini bottoms in place, then moving both hands suddenly away from my sides he ripped the pieces apart. In one swift movement, he pulled them out from underneath me and threw them to the other side of the room. The cool air-conditioned air hit my already beaded clit and I inhaled at the pleasure it unravelled inside me. His fingers prised my lips as far apart as possible.

  ‘This is the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen, Caxap. I plan on eating you out until you beg me to stop.’ His mouth found my clit and he sucked it quickly into his mouth before releasing it with a small pop.

  ‘Oooooo.’ My lips remained in an O shape as he sucked me in again and circled his tongue. I was racing quickly towards a climax, he just seemed to be able to drag them from me on command. Only a few sucks and laves with his tongue later, I was screaming his name and praying that our expensive room had sufficient sound proofing.

  ‘Pull up your legs and hold them tightly to your stomach.’

  Almost boneless I did as he asked, exposing myself from my sensitive clit to the puckered tight hole at the base. His warm tongue connected with me again and he licked from bottom to top. My body jumped, sending post-orgasmic spasms throughout my body.

  ‘It’s too much,’ I moaned.

  ‘Shhhhh, accept what I want to give you, I’ll be taking my fill later.’ My eyes shot open and stared at the plain cream ceiling as once again he found his rhythm and continued to lick me from base to top. His fingers rubbed gently around the outside of my puckered hole and then found their way into my pussy, setting the same rhythm. Bending his fingers slightly he found the small pad of nerves that others so often couldn’t even be bothered to look for, and I pushed my head back further into the pillows beneath me, the familiar pulsing taking over me once more. As my release came hurtling towards me again, I let go of my legs that I had been hanging on to so tightly and drove the heels of my feet down hard into his shoulder blades, thrusting up my pelvis over and over as I fully embraced my second orgasm. White light hit the back of my eyelids and then slowly ebbed away.

  ‘Oh God! Yes, yes… yes.’

  My body went lax.

  ‘You’re so beautiful when you come, Jasmin…’

  I managed to peel open one eye and watched as he crawled further up my body. He was still kissing and licking every part of me. Finally, he lay down next to me and pulled me tightly into him with one arm. His other hand brushed my now loose hair away from my face and he stared pointedly into my eyes.

  ‘When I hold you in my arms I pray for time to stand still.’ He let the start of a smile pull at the corner of his lips.

  A shiver ran down my back as I lost another small piece of my heart to the man holding me like I was the most precious thing he had ever possessed.

  ‘And you say you’re no good at relationships? Forgive me if I don’t believe you.’

  His lips found mine again and he lifted my leg up and onto his shoulder. After I heard the rip of foil he pushed into me from the head of his cock to the bottom of his shaft. The feeling of absolute completion ran through my mind as he pulled away from kissing me to simply stare into my eyes. His cock slid through my folds, over and over again, as gradually he pushed into me quicker and quicker. The strength of the feeling between us as we came apart wrapped in each other’s arms was almost as strong as the third orgasm he pulled out of me. I had never felt like this before. The stupid romantic in me felt like I had never known anything so intense as the feeling I had when he was around. and I knew without a doubt that I would never feel it again. He was the one. The one I had been waiting for to come into my life. Typically, he had more baggage in his life than probably the ship we were on had in its hold. But when he held me close and made love to me without being able to remove his eyes from me, he made me feel like I was the only thing he would ever care about again.

  I watched as he fell over the edge, his face tightened but his eyes never once wavered as he sent his feelings to me almost telepathically.

  ‘Jasmin!’ he roared as he emptied his seed into me.

  Not being able to stand the intensity in his eyes a moment longer, I pulled his head down under my chin into the crook of my neck. He placed soft feather like kisses there as I ran my fingers through the long strands of his dark hair that he normally kept so perfectly swept back, and I kissed the top of his head. Our sweat covered bodies were stuck together and our deep cleansing breaths matched each other’s as we held on tightly to each other, in a bid to stop ourselves from drowning in feelings.

  It was too late for me. I had gone way, way under a few heartbeats ago.

  ‘What are you doing to me, Jasmin?’

  ‘I’m loving you… now all you have to do is let me in.’

  I had dozed on and off in his arms. The shower being turned off woke me up and I smelt his crisp citrus scent waft over to me as he re-entered the bedroom area.

  ‘Are you awake, Sugar?’ His deep voice penetrated my daydreams.

  ‘Mmmm.’ I tried to snuggle down into the comfortable bed, not really wanting to start up a conversation.

  I felt his fingertips run lightly down my spine, tickling and igniting my body for him at the same time.

  ‘Mmmm,’ I repeated, as I pushed my body back down further into the feather pillows and quilt. Just as quickly as his fingers had started to stroke me they were gone, leaving the feeling of destitution behind.

  Whack! The sound entered me, before the feeling of pain shot across my backside and into my core. My eyes shot open in surprise and I sat up, spinning around to face him. I widened my eyes and glared at him, pursing my lips together. He did nothing and said nothing.

  Standing naked once again, he stood to one side of the bed. Water still dampened his smooth skin in places and my eyes were fixated for a second on two drops that joined together and ran over his erect nipple. It was like I had been plugged in, my body jumped awake with the slap I had been given and the awareness of the gorgeous man standing beside me. It was the intense look on his face that had me inhaling air quickly and chewing at the corner of my mouth in apprehension, but definitely not fear. I don’t know why he had said he had been a danger to the few women in his life that had cared for him. As foreboding as he looked staring at me with his now nearly dark navy blue eyes, I knew I wasn’t scared of him. I knew he wouldn’t harm me. In fact, for the first time in my adult life, I felt I was right where I should be. For the first time in my life I wanted to submit to someone. I was tired of constantly battling everything and everyone on my own. I wanted to give myself wholly to him for his sake, but the realisation hit me that I wanted to give myself to him mainly f
or my own sake.

  ‘I think I owe you a punishment, Jasmin.’

  I couldn’t answer, unable to form a coherent reply, so instead I nodded my head.

  ‘Do you know why I feel the need to punish you?’

  ‘Because I nearly ruined the honey trap?’ I managed to answer.

  ‘That’s what I thought at first… you need to understand I’ve been thinking about this all the time you were sleeping… I gradually realised that wasn’t it at all. The reason I feel the need to punish you is because you’re mine and you showed your body to anyone that was looking in our direction… I didn’t like it, Jasmin. I didn’t like it at all.’

  I took in his naked, semi-aroused body standing close to me, as he struggled with his breathing. Trying to explain how he felt was difficult for him, that was very obvious. While he struggled I was stuck on one word, like I was replaying a song in my head. John had said, “Mine.”

  He carried on, ‘In fact, I fucking hated it. You used your body to prove a point to me. That was your mistake… your body no longer belongs to you, it’s mine to care for.’

  I watched as his large cock grew once again. My mouth salivated as I watched it fill with blood, the veins standing out prominently with his need for me.

  ‘I want you to go behind the settee and bend over the back of it. You’re to place your hands down flat on the seat cushions and they’re to remain there. Your tight puckered hole is to point upwards to me. I know you liked the smack to your arse, so after I’ve punished you for showing your body to others and I’ve had my fill of you, I might, and I repeat might, allow you another orgasm. Do you understand?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Do you want to see this part of me?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I can’t tell you how much you’re already pleasing me. Before you go to the settee put your fingers down to your cunt and run them between your folds. I want to see if that one smack gave you pleasure. I want to see the visible sheen of that pleasure on your fingers.’

  Without thinking, I did as I was told and it felt liberating. I rolled onto my back and with more courage than I had ever felt before I let my legs fall open wide. I watched entranced as his eyes followed my every move.

  In my submission, I felt powerful.

  I opened my already slick lips with one hand and ran the fingers of my other hand through them. Even I was surprised at how much my body had liked being under his control. I swept my fingers up and down, watching his eyes follow my hand. Feeling powerful, I slowly pushed one finger inside myself, gasping as I did so. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and a small vein pulsed on his jawline. The feeling of power that I now knew I had over him had made me grow confident.

  ‘Enough.’

  I stilled my hand and lifted it up towards him, offering him my soaking wet fingers.

  ‘Yours, sir?’ I questioned. The feeling of competence swept through me as I watched his eyes momentarily close in pleasure. John fell to his knees and grabbing my offered hand he sucked my fingers into his mouth. The noises of appreciation that came from him as he cleaned my fingers, shot straight to my core. His navy-blue eyes never once left mine as he sucked and licked every part of my gifted fingers.

  ‘You are delicious, my sweet. Move that beautiful arse over to the settee and bend. Now.’

  I got up and did as I was told, bending my body over. The rough fabric sent my already aroused body spiralling higher. He knew, it was obviously well planned. I turned my head, needing to see the man I was submitting to, in body and in heart.

  Whack! His hand came down once again on my bare skin. ‘Do not look for me, Jasmin, cast your eyes down.’

  ‘Ohh.’ The sound fell from my parted lips and I let my eyes close, relaxing into my punishment with bliss. I felt John rub his large hands over both bum cheeks and the warmth flooded my already overwhelmed system. He smacked me one more time and I felt the wet warmth of my arousal hit the top of my thighs again.

  His large hands rubbed my back causing my front to push further into the corded fabric underneath me. My nipples were already screaming for attention, crying out for the warmth of his mouth. Apart from his hands on my back I could feel nothing of the naked man behind me.

  ‘The mind is a powerful aphrodisiac, isn’t it? I know what you want, I know what you crave… but your punishment is to pleasure me and only then will I see if you deserve another orgasm. Never do I want my wife willingly baring her body for anyone again. Do you understand?’

  ‘Yes, sir,’ I answered, a little bemused at how easily “sir” was falling from my lips. I loved the way he had called me his wife, but managed to keep the smile to myself.

  ‘Whatever happens now, Jasmin, I want you to keep still. Do you understand?’

  ‘I do,’ I answered slightly hesitantly as I was unsure if it was going to be possible to keep still.

  I felt his fingers opening my folds and slowly moving up and down, but they never connected quite where I wanted them to. I opened my eyes again and strained to see into the large mirror that overshadowed the well-decorated room. I couldn’t see much as the mirror was at the wrong angle but I caught sight of his face, he was more relaxed than I had seen him before and the look of pleasure lit up all of his features. His beautiful smile was stretched across his tanned skin, but it was how he looked at me when he touched me that I felt deep down inside me. He was looking at me with love. I saw him adjust his stance and his fingers fell away. His fingers were immediately replaced by the broad head of his cock as he rubbed himself in my wetness, up and down, up and down. It was mesmerising and I closed my eyes, once again retreating into the immense feelings he managed to pull out of me.

  John’s breathing was quickening; he too was noticeably affected.

  ‘Do you know how much I want you?’

  I shook my head. ‘Tell me,’ I implored.

  ‘I want you, Jasmin, more than anything I have ever seen or touched or more importantly tasted. What are you doing to me, Sugar?’

  His cock was quickly replaced by his fingers as he sunk one into me and crooked it, rubbing over my patch of nerves. Instinctively I pushed back with my hips.

  Whack!

  I heard the sound and the groan that John allowed to escape his mouth. Once again, the top of my thighs flooded.

  ‘Keep still.’

  I knew what I was supposed to do and let my fingers grip into the seat in a bid to concentrate on something else other than my impending orgasm. An impending orgasm that I knew I wasn’t allowed. It took all I had to keep my hips from pushing further onto his long capable fingers. Just when I thought he had decided to let me come his fingers pulled out of me slowly and I sunk further into the settee in despair, as inside the pulsing slowed and ebbed away.

  ‘Please,’ I begged.

  ‘I plan on marking you as mine first, Jasmin and then, as you have pleased me, I’ll let you come.’

  I opened my eyes and once again strained them towards the mirror. Having sunk further into the settee I could see more than before, I was so very grateful it was there. I lay absolutely still and watched as the man behind me began to move his hand up and down his cock. His face was etched with pleasure and as I watched his hand got quicker and quicker, every few strokes his thumb swept over the large head rubbing his pre-cum around the tip. He finally reached the end and I watched as his body convulsed over mine, it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen as his eyes opened wide, finding mine in the mirror. A roar reached my ears as I felt the first hot spurt hit my bare back, the heat caressing me with its touch. It was his way of claiming me, I knew it and so did he. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm as he thrust himself deep inside me throwing me fast over the edge with him.

  ‘Can you feel my come on your skin, Sugar? I’ve marked you, you are mine.’

  I felt my boneless body being lifted into his arms and he carried me towards the bathroom. I was wrapped into a generous, white fluffy bath sheet and placed on the floor. I watched fasc
inated as he started drawing me a bath, his appearance so different from the pristine one that he showed to the world. His hair was messy from the raw sex we had just had and his eyes had lost their dark dominant hue and were once again back to their aqua colour. We were both silent, lost in our own thoughts, although strangely the quiet atmosphere was comfortable. Finally, we both sunk into the water and beneath the bubbles he had added. I was pleased neither of us could see each other as he held me tight in the constraints of his long arms, my back to his front. I watched as he filled the natural sponge with water and then gently squeezed it out over my still humming and susceptible body, with considerable care and attention.

  ‘If this is you trying, John, it’s working on me. For the first time ever, I feel totally and thoroughly chosen.’

  He said nothing, I could imagine the thoughtful, pained expression on his face. His arms however tightened their hold on me and I felt him kiss the top of my head.

  My bladder woke me up, or was it the heavy heat wrapped around me? I moved the covers away from my naked body and lifted a solid arm off and away from my waist. Slowly I sat up and shifted off the edge of the bed and looked down at the man lying there asleep. He was dishevelled and I longed to run my fingers over him, but stopped myself. He had said he hardly ever slept and to see him resting now made me ridiculously happy.

  I forced myself away from staring at him and made my way towards the bathroom, picking up my bag as I went. It was hard to tell the time with the expensive drapes closed over the balcony doors. I tip-toed into the bathroom and pushed the door to behind me. I didn’t turn on the light not wanting to disturb John out of his much-needed sleep, so I used the torch on my phone to light my way. Sitting down I sighed with relief as I emptied my bladder and thought back to a few hours before. It was just after half past seven in the early evening, I thought back over our hours together and bit down into my lip as I remembered the feelings he had pulled out of me. The realisation that he had been inside of me without a condom flushed through me. Thank God I had that covered, I thought with relief. I was clean and I would check with him, but as he was so fastidious I couldn’t imagine he didn’t get checked regularly. I turned over my phone in my hand and thought guiltily about Bella. Almost telepathically my phone began to silently vibrate in my hand and a picture of Bella poking her tongue out at me flashed on my phone screen. I brought a hand up to my mouth in surprise.