Chapter 11

Tajah: Chapter 11

My heart was pounding hard as I lay on the bed. Mikhail had ordered me to do so, while he went to his closet. I had no idea what he was doing, but I was filled equally with excitement and nerves. The way he'd cared for me all night so far had been beautiful and surprising. I'd never had a man do anything close to that before, not even my ex-husband.

I was torn from the unpleasant thought of my ex by Mikhail's return. There was no reason to taint us with thoughts of Sam. He was long past, even though he'd left emotional scars I still struggled with. I knew I'd have to at some point tell Mikhail about him. He knew I'd been married, but that was it.

In his hands, was a dildo and in the other a tube of lube. He put them on the stand near the bed. He got on the bed and slowly came crawling toward me. His movement reminded me of an animal stalking its prey. What did he want? Did he want me to wait for him to give me commands, or should I start fighting and trying to get away from him?

I'd researched a lot about various kinks over the past month, even more than I had before coming to Lustz. After finding out Mikhail was primarily a primal hunter, I'd done even more research after he left this afternoon. I knew for him, it was all about the fight to subdue his prey, me. He didn't want me merely to submit, although I was the submissive in our relationship. I admit, I got a secret thrilled sensation at the thought of having to fight back. Right before he got to me, I made my decision. I rolled off the bed and scrambled to my feet. I took off running for the hallway.

His growl was loud and scary. I heard his feet hitting the floor as he raced after me. I ran faster. I had no idea where exactly I was headed, but I was running. I didn't make it beyond the bedroom door before I was captured. As his strong beefy arms came around me, trapping my arms at my sides, I kicked back with one leg, while throwing back my head. It didn't reach his face, but it hit his chest hard. He lifted me off the floor, With both feet dangling, I could kick back with both at the same time.

"That's it, fight, little Dove, but you won't get away. You're mine," he growled in my ear, then he nipped it with his teeth.

Squirming as much as I could, I flung myself forward. It didn't get me out of his arms, but it did make him pitch forward a little and his arms loosened a tiny bit. I took advantage and jammed my elbow into his ribs then lowered my head to his arm. Hoping I wasn't going too far, especially our first time together, I bit his arm. I didn't break the skin, but it left teeth marks.

He hissed, but I was helpless as he carried me back to the bed. He dropped me on it. I shot off the opposite side. He was grinning like a predator at me, as I kept the bed between us. I tried not to be distracted by his raging hard cock. He was definitely liking this, and I'd known that when I was struggling with him, only then I couldn't see it. However, it had been noticeable, and I'd started to get wet just thinking of what he'd do with it. I wanted to feel him inside of me so badly.

"You keep staring at my cock like that, and this'll be over too soon. Give me what I want and I promise, I'll make you scream over and over. I'll eat your pussy and fuck you until you can't walk or scream. Come on my Dove. Make me work for it."

I gave him a taunting smile, then I rolled across the bed. As I reached his side, I swept out both legs to catch him. It was a self-defense move my dad had shown me. I caught him by surprise and he stumbled. I came to my feet and kicked out at him. He grabbed my ankle and I went down. I caught myself with my hands, so I didn't hit the floor too hard.

As he jerked me toward him. I kicked back and tried to scramble to get loose. His grip tightened, and then he was over top of me, pinning me face down on the floor. He was panting in my ear. His cock was thrusting between my ass cheeks, as he bit my shoulder then licked my skin.

"Yeah, what's my Dove gonna do now? Huh? I could take you like this. Just slip my cock inside of your pussy and fuck you like this. Or I could have you suck me off. Is that what you want?"

What he said all sounded good to me at the moment, but I wasn't ready to submit, so I decided to get verbal. "No! Get off me!" I yelled.

He chuckled and thrust himself harder against me. I knew he had to feel how slick I was. Throwing back my head, I caught his chin. He went "oomph" and his weight eased. I flipped over and took my nails down his chest. He captured my wrists and jerked them above my head. God, I was loving this. I raised my head and did the only thing I could. I bit his bottom lip. I did it a bit too hard and tasted blood. That sent him over the edge.

He transferred both of my wrists to one of his hands and used the other to grab my hair and hold my head still. It hurt. His eyes were practically gleaming, as he lowered his head. He started at my chest where he bit and licked all over my aching tits. He sucked my nipples hard then bit down. I was making mewling sounds. There was no other word for it. His stubble scratched my skin so deliciously. When he wasn't biting or rubbing his facial hair on my skin, he was licking and kissing it. I continued to try to get away and struggle as much as I could, but it was hard to do. He worked his way to my mouth. I cried out when he bit my lip and drew blood. Then he licked it gently, before placing a tender kiss on my mouth.

"Jesus Christ, I want to play so much longer, but I can't. Not this time. Baby, please tell me you're ready for me. I swear next time I'll give you a couple of orgasms before the main event, but you've got me so fucking wound up, I can't wait. Let me inside of you."

"Yes, take me," I pleaded. I was half crazy. My inner thighs were soaked. He let out a loud growl then he was up and I was airborne. He tossed me on the bed. I barely had time to take a breath before he flipped me onto my stomach and tugged me up onto my knees. He came up over me and pressed my upper body to the mattress. I felt the head of his cock probe my entrance for a moment, then he was thrusting inside. I screamed. It not only felt good, but he was stretching me so much it stung a bit, too.

"Do I need to slow down?" he panted out hoarsely.

"No," I whimpered.

He kept going, and even despite the burn I wanted more. I thrust back against him. He grunted then gave one final thrust and buried his cock to the root. I was shaking. He lifted off my back and his fingers bit into my hips, as he grabbed them and pulled back so only the tip was still inside of me. He didn't wait to thrust back inside with a hard long stroke. He used his hands to work me on and off his cock. He was slamming it deep and I couldn't stop it. After only a few thrusts, I came. I felt myself soak the bed. He let out a howling sound and sped up. I was barely able to think as he kept fucking me through my orgasm. It had barely finished, and I was starting to work toward another.

As he kept going, he was back to talking. "Fuck, you're incredible, Tajah. I've never felt anything this tight or wet. This pussy is mine. You hear me? MINE. I'm gonna live inside of you," he snarled.

I curled my nails in the sheet and whimpered. "Please, oh God, please no. I'm gonna come again. It's too much."

"No, it's not. Come for me, Dove. I wanna feel you soak me again. Squeeze my cock with that beautiful pussy. Make me come. You can do it."

Even though I could barely stay on my knees, I pushed my hips back to meet his next thrust. He pounded into me harder and faster. A few minutes later, I'd come two more times. I soaked him like he wanted and I swear I saw dark spots in front of my eyes as they blurred. I was sobbing into the pillow and waiting to die when he started to grunt. Then he buried himself all the way inside me and froze. He let out a roar like a lion, as his cock began to jerk and I felt him come. The warmth of his cum filled me. I was mindless and just lay there as he kept jerking and giving me load after load.

When he was done, he dropped and rolled onto the bed. Somehow he kept us connected, and I ended up cuddled in his arms, with him spooning me from behind. We were both panting like we'd run a marathon. I jumped when his teeth nipped my shoulder then he kissed it. His hand came up to gently grasp my chin then he turned my head enough for him to reach my mouth. He kissed me ravenously and didn't stop until I was about to pass out. As he did, he smiled lovingly at me.

"Tajah, you're absolutely without a doubt the best thing to ever happen to me. I never expected this, not our first time at least. Jesus, woman, you made me see stars when I came."

"Misha, I saw dark spots you had me so close to passing out. I can't even describe what that felt like. You're a menace."

He laughed, before giving me a peck on the nose. He lay his head back down. I stayed there floating as he caressed my skin and scattered light kisses all over my back and neck. I wasn't sure how long we stayed that way before I felt him soften and start to slip out. When he muttered darkly, then pulled the rest of the way out, I regained my senses. What caused it was I could feel his cum leaking out of me. I gasped as I sat up. I whipped around to stare at him. He gave me a questioning look.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"You didn't wear a condom?" I half shouted.

"No, I didn't. We should've talked about it before we got too far gone. I meant to and then you started to fight me and I lost my mind. Let me guess, You're not on birth control."

He said it so calmly, like it wasn't a big deal. It would serve him right if I said no. However, I didn't do it, though I did tell him I should've. "I should tell you no, just to see you sweat."

"I wouldn't sweat it at all. If you weren't and you got pregnant, I wouldn't give a damn."

My mouth fell open in shock. Had I heard him right? "Misha, are you crazy? Do you go around having unprotected sex with women and not caring if they get knocked up or not?" How many kids did he have running around? The thought of him having them made my stomach drop.

He sat up and leaned over me, so he was staring hard into my eyes. I was now on my back. "No, I do not. I always wrap up, and I still make sure to get checked often. I'm clean. However, those women in my past weren't you. I wasn't planning to be with them for the rest of my life. You, I am. And the thought of getting you pregnant speaks to the animal in me. I want to fill you with my seed over and over until I breed you," he said in a deep, growling tone.

"Breed me?" I squeaked. Of course I knew what he meant from my research, but it was still a shock to actually hear it said.

"Yes, breed you. Make sure you carry my baby. So threatening me with the possibility of you not being on birth control doesn't bother me a damn bit. However, I take it that I'm not that lucky."

"Lucky he says. You know, most men would be jumping for joy to know I am on birth control."

"I'm not most men. So what's the problem? I'm clean. I assume you are too."

"I am."

"Then we're good."

"What if we weren't clean? It wasn't very responsible of us. You make me crazy. I can't believe I did that," I complained.

He pulled me into his arms. "Dove, you and I don't usually do this. Hell, you're the first woman I've ever been with that I haven't worn a condom. That should tell you a lot."

"It does, but I can't believe I forgot. I've always double protected myself except with you and my…" I paused. In bed with him wasn't where I wanted to have a discussion about my ex-husband.

"Your ex-husband. I hate the thought that any man ever touched you before me, but I know it's not reasonable to be that way. Right now isn't the time, but soon, I want you to tell me about him. I want to know everything about you—good, bad, and ugly. But at this moment, why don't we go get cleaned up and then we can come back here and work on round two?" he grinned at me.

I moaned, which only made him laugh before hauling me off the bed, then into the shower. I hoped I'd live to see the sunrise, but it was doubtful. I guess there were way worse ways to go. Goodbye world, I died happy.

Lying on the couch with Mikhail late the next night, after hours of incredible sex, we were just chilling and talking. We were working on getting to know each other more than on a sexual level. Both of us knew this was key to a relationship just as much, if not more, than the physical. At the moment, we were talking about why he had to leave so abruptly yesterday.

"What did the fire inspector have to say? You said when you left my place there had been a complaint?" I reminded him.

He scowled. "It was a bunch of bullshit. I wish I knew who did it. I'd tear them a new asshole. He wouldn't say who made the complaint. All he said was they'd received one, stating we weren't following all the safety codes, and that lives were in danger, and they should come do a surprise inspection to ensure no one got hurt."

"Who would do something like that? I mean honestly, only a fool would knowingly endanger people's lives. And who is this anonymous person to be an expert on such things? If they noticed something, why not come to you, and tell you their worry?"

"I don't know, but I do know one thing. Whoever it is, they have to be a patron, an employee, or a vendor. Those are the only ones who've been inside the club. Oh, and if someone brought a guest, which does happen sometimes. He did slip up though and say whoever it was had suggested the club be shut down until a thorough inspection was done. Someone is trying to fuck with my livelihood and life's work. Whoever it is better prepare themselves. I won't rest until I know who and why."

"I have no doubt you'll figure it out. How did he leave it?"

"He did his inspection and wasn't able to find anything. He seemed upset when he left that he didn't. I don't know. There's just something totally off about it and the inspector makes me uneasy, too. Why would he care that there weren't any issues? He should be happy. It's not like he's out any money if nothing is found. Wouldn't he be glad people are safe?"

"That doesn't make sense, you're right. I wish there was something I could do to help, but I have no clue how to address this," I told him as I rubbed his arm. I could tell it was really bothering him.

He smiled at me. "Sweetest Dove, it helps just to hear you say you want to help. Having you here does, too. Thank you," he gave me a tender kiss.

When he ended it, I had to mentally shake myself to stay with our current sharing session. The man had turned me into a nymphomaniac. I was sore and still wanted more. "Is there any way you can find out the information, if the inspector won't tell you?"

"There might be. I'm holding off trying, but if it doesn't become clear soon, I'll have to consider going that route. You know what, let's not talk about him anymore. He's gone and I want to talk more about us. Hit me with your next question."

"I have one and it's a simple one, but I've been wondering. Why do you call me Dove?"

"It's for a lot of reasons. When I met you and we cleared the air about why you were here, and I agreed to let you come back, I started right away to see so many things about you. You're gentle and devoted to your work and others. You're beautiful and give me a sense of peacefulness. And there's a purity about you. All of those in an animal form to a primal like me equates to a dove, so in my head I've come to call you that sometimes."

"Misha, I don't see myself as all of those things but I'm flattered you do. I never thought of equating you to an animal. I'll have to think about it but thank you. I do love the name and I love it even more now that I know why you use it." This time I was the one to give him a kiss.

He groaned when I stopped. "Damn, I want to get lost in your kisses but I won't. Not yet. So back to my animal form, I figured you would just say I'm a grumpy, mean, snarly bear."

I giggled. "Don't get me wrong, you can be but you're nothing as simple as one ordinary animal. You're a hybrid of some kind, maybe. I see a bear and a lion for sure, but there's more. Okay, your turn, what do you want to know next."

His smile faded a bit which made my heart jump. Before I could freak the hell out, he asked. "I want to know about your ex-husband. You don't have to tell me every little detail, but who he was and maybe why he's your ex. I'd like to know, so I don't fuck up like he did. I have no intention of losing you, Tajah. I don't want to make the mistakes he did, which cost him you. Or the mistakes any man has made to do that."

My throat became clogged with emotion. Not only at the thought of telling him those personal details about a painful time in my life, but because he was so sincere about not making a mistake with me. If I was honest, although he hadn't been in a serious relationship, I needed to understand why, so I wouldn't mess us up either. It took me a minute to gather my thoughts then clear my throat so I could tell him.

"My ex-husband is named Sam. We met when I was in college during my sophomore year. I was the quiet, nerdy girl who guys didn't seem to notice. He was the popular guy everyone liked and wanted to be friends with. He was a senior. I was studying English, and he was moving onto law school at the end of that year. I still really don't know why he ever spoke to me one day in the student quad area. He just came over and struck up a conversation. From that day forward, he kept talking to me and things progressed from there."

As I paused, he made a statement and asked me a question. "He came up to you because you're beautiful and you draw people to you with more than that. It's an aura or whatever you wanna call it. This vibe you give off. Even when I was telling you never to come back, I was noticing it and it scared me, I'll be honest. I gotta ask, was he your first serious boyfriend?"

"He was my first boyfriend period. The guys in high school didn't notice me anymore than the guys in college. Eventually, after several dates, he asked me to be his girlfriend and brought me into his circle of friends. I knew they didn't get what he saw in me, but they acted nice enough. I was so happy for a while, thinking I'd finally found the one who would love me no matter what and that I had friends."

"How did it go wrong? I mean, it had to be good for you to marry him. You know we do background checks on prospective patrons, so I know you divorced him when you were twenty-five. I didn't dig into why."

I wasn't offended that he knew. I figured it had to come up in any background done on me. I was glad he hadn't looked at the divorce decree to see why. He needed to hear the story from me. There was more than met the eye. "It was at first. We continued to date until I graduated with my bachelor's degree. By then, he was finishing law school. He asked me to marry him the week after I graduated. I was in a daze planning our wedding and our future, while starting work in my field. I was lucky enough to get an editing job at a small company. We got married six months after he asked.

"With both of us in school and he was at a different university for law school, we had to find time to be together. We'd go days without seeing each other, but we would text and call all the time. I thought we were solid. I found out how wrong I was after we got married and started to live together."

I paused again. He jumped in. "If this is too much right now, we can table it. I don't want to make you relive memories that are obviously hurting you. I only wanted to know what I shouldn't do."

"I know that and I want to tell you. It's not raw anymore. I've accepted it. I just hate that I was such a fool, a blind one. I'm usually a rather smart person, I think. Anyway, after we were married and in the same home, he was always distracted. He had graduated by then and started working at a law firm. I knew he was busy getting his career off the ground, so I chalked it up to that. He spent hours and hours away and was rarely home. When he was, he was always busy on his phone. This went on and on. I thought after the first year at his job it would ease up, but it didn't.

"We'd been married a year and a half when it all came to a head. He was distant. His friends who I thought were my friends were acting weird. My work was going well and on all accounts so was his. I was at work one day and I was feeling lousy. My boss told me to go home and rest, so I did. I didn't bother to tell Sam because I didn't want him to worry, and I didn't know if he was in the middle of something really important. I didn't need him to take care of me, so I decided I'd tell him when he got home."

"Fuck, please tell me you didn't catch him in your bed with some other woman," he growled.

"No, not that, but in some ways it was worse. I came into the apartment and I must've been too quiet because he was there and didn't hear me. I have no idea to this day why he was even home. I was walking to our bedroom when I heard him talking. I was about to call out when what he was saying registered. He was telling someone he loved them and how much he couldn't wait to see them, and living this lie with me was killing him. I felt like my heart was ripped out. I wanted to scream and curl up in a ball and die in the middle of the hallway."

"What did you do?" he snarled.

"I stood there getting myself under control, and then I marched into our room and let him see me. God, the look on his face. He went so pale I thought he'd pass out. He hurried to hang up and tried to act like nothing was wrong. That I had imagined shit. We got into a screaming match. After a while, I'd had enough. I'm not proud of it, but I hit him and shoved him. When he fell, I grabbed his phone and took it into the bathroom and locked the door. I never got into his phone or him into mine ever, but I'd seen him enter his code and I knew what it was. I unlocked it. I found months' worth of texts and calls between someone only identified as Z. The texts made it clear that they'd been in a sexual relationship for a long time and were in love with each other."

"What did you do?"

"I read as much as I could, then I walked out to him, flung his phone at his head, and told him to get out. He pleaded with me but I couldn't stand to hear it. Finally, he packed some clothes and left, after telling me we'd talk after I wasn't so emotional. Like I was being unreasonable for being upset. I took the rest of that day to settle down then I called my parents. My dad came to get me and I went to stay with them. I had a hard time keeping Dad from killing Sam, but I told him a police chief in prison wouldn't be good and I needed him.

"Sam kept calling and texting me, begging me to talk to him. I ignored him until Dad called him and told him if he didn't stop, he'd make him stop. He knew Dad would, so he did. The following week I went to a lawyer and filed for divorce. I found out later, all his close friends knew he was seeing someone behind my back. That hurt even more. But that wasn't the worst thing to come out during the divorce. Because I filed it due to infidelity, and I was smart enough, even if he wasn't, to go into our phone account and have the carrier send me the text messages. Since I was on the account as a joint owner, I had proof. He had to come out and reveal his lover if he didn't want me to take him to the cleaners. And in the end, I got my revenge, I guess you could call it."

"How?"

"His lover, the mysterious Z, was a man named Zach, who he worked with. They'd actually met in law school and had been seeing each other even before we got married. Sam had been hiding he was really gay for years before he met me. I guess I was just a convenient cover for him. His parents were hugely religious and believed homosexuality was a sin. They had money and paid for his schooling. He was afraid of them finding out and disowning him, which they did in the end. Since I'd never had a lover before, I didn't know what to expect in the sex department, so I thought all the things you read about in romance books were make believe after I started to sleep with him."

"When did you find out it wasn't?"

"Later when I got enough nerve to try to have a boyfriend again. It took me a couple of years to get my confidence as a woman back. It took me some therapy to do it, too. Sam made me feel like I was undesirable. I had two boyfriends after my husband and though they did show me there was more to sex than what I knew, they had other issues we couldn't resolve. It was because of them and my whole history, that I ended up becoming a romance writer. It was due to my desire to think there was more out there and that you could have a happily ever after full of love and passion. And I was lucky enough since I worked in the profession I did, I had people show me the ropes. It was due to that ongoing desire we met. I was still searching for more than myths when it came to sex. That women can have multiple orgasms and there's more than missionary position. That sex is important too in a relationship, even if it's not the only thing. I was curious and wanted to learn more."

"Baby, I'm so fucking sorry he hurt you like that. You didn't deserve it and it had nothing to do with your desirability as a woman. You slay me and I've seen how others look at you. Never think that for a moment. However, don't take this wrong, but I am glad it did happen because if it hadn't and the other two morons had been enough for you, I would've never met you. For that alone, I thank them and won't track them down and kill them."

His serious look and what he said made me not only feel wonderful but amused. I had to laugh. "Oh my God, you'd really do that? Go after them? You're crazy, Misha."

"I'm crazy about you, and I'll do anything I have to, to protect you. How about we put more talking on hold, and we go to the bedroom, and see what we can do to give you more material for your books? I'm here to be your muse in any way you desire," he said with a low rumble. I nodded my head yes which made him get up, lift me in his arms, and carry me off to his room.