Mikayla
I can feel the numbness that I once begged for as a child rearing its ugly head. Ready to swallow me whole. After a rigorous schedule of a therapist and psychiatrist, I always equated the ending of my nightmares to me.
A little girl who just got tired of being afraid… afraid of something so sinister that my cognition just flipped a switch.
Off.
I remember that new feeling of comfort. Not worrying about if my new family would leave me. Not worrying about other kids’ perception of my slight intonation in dialogue—hell, I learned an appropriate southern California accent.
But instead of numbing myself, I’d rather Jagger be the remedy. He can worm his way beneath my skin most of the time. And he’s beautiful as sin.
Blond hair covers a turquoise hot spring for eyes. He shoves a hand back.
I lick my lips, rise to my tippy toes and savor his mouth. “Jagger, fuck me…”
His arms are tense at his sides, which is understandable. I’m a mess, maybe we should shower first. But I’m unprepared for the thunder of pain against my chest as he shouts. “No!”
My shoulders jolt at the force of his shout.
“Mikayla, you’re angry. Feel that. I don’t want you weak.”
I retort. “Oh, you can fuck me happy when I’m already smiling then?”
He stalks back and forth. “We need to talk!”
“For what? We are two individuals from vastly different worlds, Jagger. We have nothing to discuss.”
Jagger doesn’t argue with me. My hands ball into fists, elbows locked down at my sides. “I’m taking a shower.”
Jagger begins to touch me, my shoulder dips and I move away from him.
I chortle. He doesn’t really want me. This is a game to him. “I’ll assume this door leads to the bathroom.”
He stares at the ground, mouth set into a hard line. I glance down too disappointed in how I desired to throw myself at Jagger, how easily I thought he could become the antidote to my broken heart. My eyes narrow as I notice the floor is made of glass. Stingrays zip around. Where the hell are we? Jagger had said this was his home, but when I enter the bathroom, I note that it’s even more extravagant than Will Freedman’s villa at Caesars Palace.
I begin to sniffle before I can stop myself. Don’t do it Mikayla. Jagger had said Qaaim was a murderer. Hell, that’s like the pot calling the kettle back, in Jagger’s regard. When I first encountered Qaaim a few hours ago, a feeling of discomfort surrounded me. I lock the door. Maybe it’s unnecessary, but Jagger should know he isn’t welcome. I force myself to focus on the bathroom. Smooth pebbles surround a humongous stone basin that I assume must be the bathtub. Not to mention the various plants growing around it. A glass encased shower is at the far corner. In another lifetime, the bathtub would beckon me. A friggen dream bathroom, but I chose the shower.
Minutes later, hot water showers down on my back, and Jagger comes into the bathroom.
“Didn’t even have to tamper with the lock, Mikayla. My fingerprints can get me into any room, regardless of who wants to keep me out.”
“Alright, Jag. You won’t fuck me, so what is it that I can assist you with?” I ask.
“Mikayla, those were…those are your people!” He slams the back of his hand into his other palm. “Your people! Not your uncle’s. You are the rightful–”
“I am a princess, or so I’ve been told.” I shrug, placing my hand beneath the sensor, creamy white body wash pours down. The scent is aquatic, musky, and clean, all at the same time. Its essence is Jagger, and my eyes begin to prickle as he stands on the opposite side of the glass, glaring at me in disappointment. What the hell is he so angry about? Gulping down the plethora of feelings that swarm my soul, I start to suds up the liquid over my breasts. “I’m a princess of no country. No one takes me seriously. Now, what kind of queen would I–”
“It’s your right, Kayla!”
My lips purse somewhat. I’m waiting for him to follow the movement of my hand as it tweaks my hard nipple and glides down my waist.
“My right?” I cock a brow.
“Mikayla, you are worth the world…” Jagger’s gaze stays on mine, but I can tell he is drinking me in from head to toe.
“If I were queen, you’d listen to me, right? Do as you’ve been told?”
Jagger bites his lip, shoves a hand through his hair, and cusses under his breath, before starting to undress. The shirt goes over his head, and I find myself toying with my clit. All of those muscles, in all their glory, send saliva pooling into my mouth, and a gush of even more wetness streaming down my thighs.
“Jagger, your chest,” I gasp at the purple bruises, knowing they were new.
“It’s nothing,” he unbuckles his pants, kicking off his boots at the same time. What’s left is a hard, naked body, chiseled just so, and an ivory carved cock, saluting me.
Jagger gets into the shower and tastes my lips so sensually, I can hardly stand. He rubs my throat. He reaches down to kiss my lips while moaning. “You are the princess; you will be queen.”
He moves me toward the marble ledge area, where there’s one shower head coming from the side of the wall. Jagger offers me a seat, and he quietly pushes my legs open. Warm water from the shower trickles down my chest as he readjusts the shower-head which is over my shoulder.
“Open your pussy for me,” Jagger commands.
I press my fingers against my labia, bite my lip, and moan at the sensation of water streaming down my pussy. It’s hot, and feels good, but it’s only teasing me. Teasing me with the fact that I desperately want to be filled up.
Jagger kneels before me, his words are titillating and make me even more hot and bothered as he says, “I’m going to have my taste, Mikayla, and then I’m going to try to remember not to break you, not fuck you too hard, unless you beg me to. I don’t’ mind if you beg me to screw the fuck out of you, Kayla.”
Throat constricted with desire, I nod, my gaze connected to the warm summer sky that’s his eyes.
His tongue glides around my clit before his mouth sucks it all in. In ecstasy, my head falls back, and more tears spring into my eyes. Yet the shower still streams down on me. My hips start to tilt, giving more of my pussy to his mouth. Jagger eats me with greed.
“Oh shit,” I start to scream as his tongue dives deep. I tweak my nipples, offering myself a world of pain to go with the ultimate pleasure he’s offering. I’m preparing myself for the hurt.
I need the hurt.
Jagger’s smothering himself with my pussy, his tongue starts prodding at my ass and his nose is lodging into my lips. I laugh giddily, these new sensations have me delirious. I start to press my ass forward off the ledge and end up with my legs wrapped over his shoulder.
“Ja… Ja… Jagger…” My tone hits opera octaves as an orgasm breaks me in half.
Jagger stands up, he doesn’t give me a moments reprieve. His cock slithers around my clit. I slap at him, panting, unable to beg for even a moment. His thick, fat cock thumps at my pussy in response. I grit my teeth from the sparks and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling Jagger into me.
He feels me so good that I cry out in painful pleasure. I’m still so tight. The spark in Jagger’s eyes tells me that he’s enjoying this. He pounds into my pussy once. Twice. Then settles inside of me, widening me out with the thick girth of his erection.
‘I love you’ is at the tip of my tongue. It’s okay to say those words under these circumstances, right? We don’t have to mean them, right? I just barely managed to sniffle back a sob of delight. My body convulses as another wild climax crashes through me.
He fucks me harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant. He paws at my breast, squeezing my nipples, while his cock drives in and out of me rapidly. Jagger grips my hips and pulls me up, I cling to him as his biceps continue to pump me up and down.
“You… tasted… like… fucking… malva,” he growls, each thrust sending mini orgasms sparking along the walls of my pussy. He then burrows his face against my neck, bites me like a damn vampire, all while assaulting my pussy and calling me uthando lwami.
“Ohhhhh….” I shout.
“This is my pussy, Kayla,” He grunts, fucking me to the hilt. It hurts so good, his entire cock widening me out for him. Molding me to his magnificent shaft.
“I’m yours,” I breath against his hair as he continues to lick and bite my neck. Maybe I can’t declare that I love him… Perhaps I do, perhaps I should be declaring my love. But this one thing is true. So again, I tell him, “I am yours…”
We stay locked in this position as his cock molds the depth of my valley. Jagger’s mouth claims mine, again, in a passionate kiss. He screws me hard once more. His tongue twining around my own, cutting some of the pain I feel from how hard and big his cock is. Until he bursts inside of my pussy. My walls contract, my muscles tightening and shuddering, and begging for all of his cum.
In this silence, I feel his powerful heart beating against my chest. Lord, we’ve done it all. Let me have him, please.