Vahan

She doesn’t deliver my breakfast. I wait for her for a bit longer, but nobody appears in the corridor. Maybe she’s sick again. An unpleasant flutter goes through my chest. I pull on a shirt and rush to her house. As I walk across the garden, the echoes of music and laughter drift to my ears. I pick up the pace, passing my favourite pergola and my eyes travel to Alyssa and Almast twirling around the fire. Vosgi is playing a guitar. Alyssa pinches her gown and spins. She spreads her arms, turns her face towards the sky and looks like she’s somewhere else. I stride towards her. She drops her head, bouncing off me.

I grip her arms to steady her. “Why aren’t you delivering my breakfast?”

Her eyes widen at me and her jaw drops. “They said… This one day… You said… One day every moon cycle, we are free to do whatever we want to.”

Now, I remember. Yes, this is my own rule.

Relief washes over me then I grip her waist and lift her off the ground. I spin and her arms jerk down as she grips my neck.

“You’re dancing with me,” she gasps as her eyelashes flutter.

“Yes, I am dancing with you.” Euphoria fills my mind. I sway with my little flower in my arms then I stop and let her slide down. “You’re going to move into my house. Into my bedroom. Now.” I need to have her as close as possible—beneath me every night.

I’ll go mad without her. I need to have her thighs wrapped around my waist. I need her lips to whisper my name.

She pulls away from me, her face white with a greyish tinge. “No.” Her voice is coated with rebellion.

Not with repulsion. Not with hatred. With passionate rebellion.

Anger boils inside of me. “I said something, Alyssa.”

“No.” She brings her fists up to her chest and looks at me fiercely.

“Are you defying me?”

Silence layers my surroundings, and everyone looks at us.

“I’m not going to end up in your fucking bedroom as your fucking lay,” she hisses.

I leap at her and grab her wrist. “That’s enough.”

I allowed her to have too much freedom. She has to obey me. She has to respect me in front of my people.

Alyssa

He’s gripping my wrist with one hand while removing his belt from his trousers with his other hand. Silence envelops me. Panic strangles my throat.

He drags me inside the house and then to my bedroom. I yank my wrist in a desperate attempt to free myself, but he’s holding it like it’s immobilised in a concrete block. He sits on my bed and yanks me to him. His hand squeezes the back of my neck and he bends me over his lap so I face the floor. I feel his hand gather up my gown and he smacks my ass with the belt. I wail like an animal. I wriggle, but he immobilises me with his leg and arm. Another smack. My ass feels like a real fire has seized it. I cry hysterically. Another smack.

“Please,” I beg.

Smack.

“Fuck you,” I yell.

Smack.

“I’ll fucking kill you,” I yell.

Smack.

I wail.

My ass is as one burning hell.

Vahan massages my ass cheek with his hand. I feel his erection against my stomach.

I want to kill him. I want to swear at him.

I want him to… kiss me and fondle me. My core pulses.

“You will obey me,” he says.

“I will, I promise.”

Smack.

“I promise,” I sob.

The belt lands on the floor, the buckle clatters, as he grips my waist, rises to his feet and throws me over his shoulder. Then he carries me to his house. I don’t move so I don’t piss him off more. He enters his bedroom and lets me slide down to the floor. I sway as his lips slam on mine. My knees bend, heat floods my tummy, and I jerk my body back, but he buries me in his embrace and kisses me deeper. Harder. My mind whirls. His facial hair scratches my cheek as his teeth scratch my lower lip. His tongue thrusts in and he fucks my mouth.

I push at his chest. The kiss breaks, and I sweep my hand. I freeze.

I just slapped him across the cheek.

He will kill me.

His eyes darken as I suck in a breath. It’s like I’m facing a demon. He leans over me and rips the front of my dress open. It slides down to the floor with a rustle. I’m naked. Petrified. At his mercy.

Aroused.

Vahan palms my breast then circles my nipple with his thumb. I shiver. My nipples harden. He lowers his head and draws my breast into his mouth. My fingers roll into fists, but a tingle runs down my spine. He grasps my waist and throws me on his bed. I manage only a sigh as his massive body crushes mine. His lips are on mine. So greedy. So possessive. As hot as fire.

I wriggle then I melt.

My pussy throbs. I feel myself getting soaking wet between my thighs.

My mind rebels, screams to kill the bastard, but my body craves, obeys, and burns for his touch.

My hands free themselves from my authority and land on Vahan’s head. They belong to him. They want to taste the sleekness of his thick hair. They want to taste the power of his muscles.

I run my hands down his back and gather his shirt. He shakes it off and latches his lips on mine, growling into my mouth. I stroke his muscular back up and down. He is built like a Greek god. My fingertips discover scars—thin, thick, oval, and linear—at least six of them.

I want this man. I want his strength and dominance. I want to taste what physical love is. I want Vahan to show me what being with a man is and to carry me into forgetfulness.

He wraps my thigh around his waist, and I feel him open his trousers. He holds his thick stiff cock and guides it into my entrance. His hips move against mine, and he buries his whole length inside me in one thrust.

I scream.

He’s too big to fit.

My pussy feels like it’s being ripped apart.

Vahan

I pin her down with my weight so she won’t escape me. My mind is so hot and cloudy that I barely control myself.

Her cunt is so tight that it’s almost painful. I’ve never had such a tight woman. It’s true what they say about foreigners. They’re tiny. They give a man the ultimate pleasure.

Yes, this wild punnica will give me a lifetime of pleasure. I will punish her. I will dominate her. I will wreck her.

I don’t want anything other than being inside her in life. I want the pain sharpening her face, her body arching beneath mine, her desperate gasps.

I feel her fingers dig into my neck, nails tearing my skin.

It feels so good.

I’m all unstoppable elemental need. I’m all need to fuck her raw. My need to give her pain and then to give her ecstasy.

I kiss her tenderly then I thrust into her.

Everything inside me is dark and hot. Primal and merciless. I fuck her harder as her body rocks beneath mine and her whimpers bring me to the brink.

I slide my hand between our sweaty bodies and search for her clitoris. I stroke her swollen nub with my finger until her muscles tense up and she screams her satisfaction. Her cunt contracts around my cock. I pound into her. My balls tighten, heat shoots to my toes, and I cum, moaning my pleasure. Blackness fills my head.

Alyssa

His body trembles against mine. His heavy breath puffs on my cheek. His lips search for mine. We kiss like we’ve been lovers for eternity. He pulls out of me and rolls me on my side so my back rests against his chest. I can’t move. My body is all pain. My whole bottom is pulsating like a knife has sliced it.

Vahan kisses my shoulder and a tingle spreads across my skin. I shiver in anticipation despite the pain in my pussy.

“You’re bleeding,” he says as contentment seeps into his voice.

Yes, I feel sticky between my thighs. “What did you expect?”

He grazes my chin and bites my earlobe, growling. “Mine.”

His mouth covers mine, and I shiver again. Heat surges through me. I don’t know whether I hate him or love him, whether it’s something else. It’s hazy, insane. Primal. I crave his touch. I crave his lips to mould to mine.

He lifts himself and pulls me into his arms, carrying me bridal style out of the bedroom. We move along a narrow corridor and it gets hotter and hotter on our way. The corridor descends and I see steps. We go through an arched passage to another room, which is a bathroom with a rectangular pool. It’s about twenty steps wide and fifty steps long. Steam rises from the green water. Colourful mosaic adorns the walls as marble pillars give the interior the air of ancient elegance. Torches burn in the corners and their swish blends with the delicate murmur of the water. I think of the ancient Greece, of the Roman Empire, of fairy tales.

Vahan sits on the edge of the pool and flops into the water. Heat envelops me, almost burning my skin. Vahan settles himself on the step below the water surface and holds me on his lap. My virginal blood tints the water in delicate streaks around us for a moment. His lips touch mine. His tongue strokes mine and his hot breath merges with mine.

I feel his hand stroking my breast gently then harder as his fingers roll my nipple. His hard cock throbs against my lower back.

“The minerals from the water will help you heal,” he says.

Yes, the smell rising from the water surface brings an impression of a hot spring to my mind.

I roll my eyes. “Right. There must have been at least a hundred poor little virgins in this pool before me.”

I freeze. I’m exhausted, but that shouldn’t strip me of my intelligence. Sarcasm is not allowed when you are someone’s property.

“Don’t think about it,” Vahan says, his voice as cold as an iceberg in the Arctic.

Vahan

She has no right to ask me about my past.

She has no right to be jealous.

Yet, I want to erase my past so I could tell her I was only for her. So I could tell her I’d always been only for her. There were whores, noble women and others before her. No virgins though. I don’t wreck women like other men of my race. My father didn’t either. He bought my mother, fucked her and married her on the same night. He never freed her though. But she had more freedom than any other free woman.

I don’t want Alyssa to be jealous.

And I want. It would mean that she stopped hating me.

I plant my feet on the bottom of the pool and straighten then lower my body so the water reaches up to Alyssa’s neck. She drops her head back and washes her hair in a chaotic motion. Her hands are shaky from exhaustion.

A splash diverts my attention. I raise my eyes, and I see naked Dardana immerse herself into the water at the opposite end of the pool.

I clench my teeth. I wasn’t clear enough.

Dardana swims towards us, dives underwater then emerges in front of us.

She wipes the moisture away from her face and sweeps her hair down her back. Her cold eyes slide over Alyssa. Her lips curl into a smile.

“This is what it’s all about,” she says. “We don’t have such large tits as foreigners.” She raises her hand and runs the back of it down Alyssa’s cheek.

My little bird shivers in my arms.