Chapter 20

Tajah: Chapter 20

Mikhail helped me back to the house eventually, after we recovered enough to move. That whole experience had been mind-blowing. We had to do it again and soon. I was worried about the mess we'd drag into the house from the rain and mud, but he told me not to worry. Thankfully, the house was mostly hardwood and tile flooring. The only rugs were the area one in the living room and one in the master bedroom, which we avoided stepping on. Right before we got to the bedroom, he ordered me to close my eyes. I was too mellow to fight him or ask why. He swept me up in his arms, then took me to the bathroom. He sat down on the edge of the large soaking tub and held me on his lap as he started the water running in it.

As it filled, he placed tender kisses all over my face and mouth. "I love you so damn much, Tajah. I don't want you to ever doubt that or truly fear me."

I straightened to look at him closer. "Misha, I know you do and I don't doubt it. I don't fear you either. What's wrong?"

"I know things got a bit wild out there. I hope you know I would've never taken your ass like I insinuated. If you never want that, I won't push it. I only said it to up the fight."

"I know that and it did do that for sure, but I have to admit, after the playing we've done, I'm curious. I just don't know if I can handle something the size of you. It'll hurt."

"I won't lie and say it won't, but like what we've already done. The pain does turn to pleasure, or it does for most, so I've heard. Like I said, we don't have to ever do it. I just wanted to be sure you knew I wouldn't hurt you like that."

"Baby, I know you won't." I gave him a long tender kiss.

By the time we parted, the tub was full. He shut it off then stood and carried me to the shower. I was confused for a moment, then I realized he meant to rinse off the mud in there and then we'd soak in the tub. It didn't take long to get the water hot then we got under the spray. It felt good to get the mud off. He made sure to thoroughly rinse me then himself. Once he was satisfied, he shut it off and then carried me to the tub. I knew better than to tell him I could walk. He was in aftercare mode.

The hot water felt amazing as we sank into it. I groaned as I lay back against his chest. He had my shower gel, a loofah, along with my shampoo and conditioner. He'd taken out my braid in the shower, so he could rinse out the mud. He tenderly washed then conditioned my hair before wringing it out and securing it in a messy bun on top of my head. From there he washed me down to my toes. When he washed between my legs, I couldn't help but get turned on. He fondled and teased me.

"You're being naughty. If you keep that up, I'll be attacking you," I warned him.

He laughed. "That's the idea. Surely you don't think I'm done with you yet. Oh no, I have more in store for you, Dove. Rest, you're gonna need it."

My nipples peaked into hard nubs. Not wanting him to feel unloved. When he was done with me, I insisted on washing him just like he had me. I was slowly getting him to accept I had as much need to care for him as he did for me. I got the impression his past lovers had only taken. That wasn't how I was made.

By the time we were both clean, we were thoroughly aroused again. I felt his hard cock pressing into my lower back. My nipples were still hard and my pussy slick. "I think it's time to get out of here," I told him. His smirk told me he knew what I wanted. Just to be sure, as he dried me off, I made sure to stroke his cock several times.

"Fuck, I wanted to take my time, but you're pushing it," he muttered.

"Good. Come to bed and I'll push it more."

He led me into the bedroom and over to bed. I saw what he'd wanted to hide from me when we entered. There were candles scattered all around, which gave the room such a romantic glow. It was dark now, so it really showed off the work he'd done. There were things on the nightstand, but he had me to the bed too fast to see them all. Whatever they were, I was excited. I pushed him down first, then I crawled on it and between his legs. He widened them automatically for me.

His cock was standing tall, and the head gleamed with precum. I grasped the base and lowered my head to swirl my tongue around it. I hummed at his taste as he groaned. I lifted up and teased him. "More? Or should I stop?"

His growl made me chuckle, as he grabbed my bun and forced my head down. I gladly opened wide and took him after a cursory bit of resistance. I wanted him to fuck my face. It excited the hell out of me when he did it. I loved to see him lose control and take me anyway he wanted, like a beast. The more my eyes watered as I took him deeper and I gagged, the wetter I became. The bite of his fingers on my scalp and his guttural words made it even worse.

"Suck it. That's it. You love my cock don't you? Be a good girl and do it."

I tried to nod as I hummed in agreement.

"Fuck, I'm close already. Either move or you're swallowing," he warned me.

I stayed where I was and massaged his tight sac. I was eager for the taste of his cum, which was salty and slightly sweet to me. It only took him a minute or two to orgasm. He shouted my name as he gave me his cum, which I swallowed just as eagerly as he ate my pussy earlier. I was so turned on, I couldn't stop from touching myself. I rubbed my clit hard then up and down my folds. I was so into it and sucking him dry, that I didn't notice that he had seen what I was doing. Suddenly, I was pulled off him and tossed on my back. As I yelped in surprise, he crouched over me. His eyes were burning.

"That's my job. Hands off. You wanna come, I'll make you come."

I nodded up at him. I figured I was about to get eaten again, which I didn't mind at all, only I was wrong. Instead, he stood up and went to the nightstand. I raised up on my elbows and my eyes widened when I saw what he had. I'd never seen it before. He came back to me and held it up. It looked like a dildo only it wasn't shaped exactly like any I'd seen or used. It was black, bumpy, and rough all over.

He smirked at me as he asked, "Do you know what this is?"

"No."

"This is a dragon's cock. You say I'm your dragon, so I think it's only fair you get to feel what it's like to be fucked by one. This is as close as I can get you to that."

I moaned as I imagined what it would feel like. The rough texture would feel so good inside me. "Yes, God, yes, please," I pleaded.

He chuckled darkly, then I watched him put some lube on it. "Just in case. I don't want it to hurt you, only to make you wild. Now spread those legs and let me see you," he ordered.

He didn't need to tell me twice. I did it, then lay there with my heart pounding. He didn't give it to me though. Instead he lowered his head and licked me. I whimpered. He kept going so I went with it. I was in the zone and starting to climb toward an orgasm in no time. It was while I was there and had my eyes closed, that he made his move. I felt a hard probe at my entrance, then he was sinking it into me in a slow constant push.

The rough texture did things to my pussy I'd never felt before. I cried out as it rubbed over my G-spot. As soon as he had it all inside me, he pulled it back and thrust again. This time he did it faster and just a bit harder. I moaned. Opening my eyes, I had to watch him.

His eyes were glued to my pussy as he fucked me. The desire on his face was apparent. "Fuck Tajah, watching your pretty pussy take this makes me wish it was mine. God, I want to fuck you with mine. Son of a bitch, you're close aren't you?"

"Yes," I moaned, swiveling my hips, and thrusting back to meet his next stroke.

"Yeah, ride that dragon cock. Come for me," he muttered.

I did and in no time I was coming in a gush. I came so hard I felt faint and my throat hurt from screaming. If I thought once I was done he'd stop, I found out quickly I was wrong. He kept going and turned me into a mindless nymphomaniac. As I came again minutes later, I knew I needed him, not a toy, no matter how wonderful it was, and I knew exactly how I wanted him. Grabbing his hand to stop his thrusts, I told him, "I need you."

He grinned as he stroked his hard again cock. "Gladly," he said as he removed the dildo. I whimpered at the loss. However, before he could thrust himself inside me, I stopped him.

"I want you to take my ass, Misha. Do what you wanted to do out in the woods. Fuck my ass with your big cock." I was still slightly apprehensive, but my desire was greater.

He froze and gave me an incredulous look. "Baby, you're excited, I know but no, not that, not now."

"Yes, I'm excited and I want you to do it. I wanna know. Please, try it. God, I'm burning up. Please fuck me. Imagine how tight it is. I bet you'll blow so hard," I taunted him.

His expression was already half wild. I knew it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge and into his beast mood. The growl he let out told me he was there, so I pushed a tad more. "Master Misha, please fuck my tight virgin ass."

I could barely understand him as he growled, "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" I screamed.

I was tugging on my nipples hard and biting my lip. I felt crazy. The next thing I knew, I was yanked to the edge of the bed, then flipped onto my belly. I heard the snap of the lube lid and then a few seconds later slick fingers ran around my hole and then pressed inside. I sighed and relaxed. We'd done this enough I knew what to do. He coated me inside thoroughly then pulled out. I looked over my shoulder to find him applying more all over his cock. I lifted my ass and wiggled it. He roared as he fell on me.

Despite how crazed he seemed, he didn't just ram it inside. He pressed the head to my opening then slowly pushed. He took his time despite how avidly I knew he wanted me. It burned and hurt much worse than his fingers or the small toys we'd used before, but along with pain and burning, there was underlying pleasure, so I didn't ask him to stop. Not to say I didn't hiss or moan several times. Each time I did, he'd ask the same thing and I'd reply the same.

"Are you okay? Keep going? I can stop."

"Yes, I'm okay. Please don't stop."

He would groan then press deeper. When he finally got all the way inside, he paused and let me adjust. The pain eased after a minute or so. The first couple of strokes were still more painful than not when he started back up but then as he kept going, it turned to more and more bliss. As it did, I began to push back to meet his strokes. Eventually I told him, "Harder. I need it harder."

"Goddamn, you're so damn tight. Jesus Christ," he uttered hoarsely, before he gave me more. The burning and pain was morphing into something I wanted more of.

"Mmm, that's it. Rut that ass and fill me up with your cum, Master Misha," I whimpered.

That snapped his last restraint, and he began to pound my ass as he grunted and growled. A wave of deep bliss started in my toes, and then ran up my whole body until it centered in my core, and I came screaming and crying. I clamped down on him and he swore.

"Motherfucker!" He shouted, then he came and pumped his seed deep in my ass. He jerked for a long time before he stopped. By the time he did, I was limp. I could barely keep my eyes open. As I slipped off, he pulled out and kissed me.

"You're so fucking incredible. Thank you," he whispered. All I could do was smile.

I couldn't breathe. I coughed to clear my throat but it got worse. I tried again, and that's when it registered. I smelled smoke, and it was clogging my airway. I struggled to wake up. As I got closer to consciousness, I panicked. The house was on fire! I rolled over and felt for Mikhail. My hand landed on his chest. He wasn't moving. I shook him hard.

"Misha!" I tried to yell. It came out hoarse. I tried again. "Misha, wake up!"

I sighed in relief when I felt him jerk. Suddenly, he was sitting up coughing. "What the fuck?" he rasped out.

His hands reached over and grabbed me. I was hauled off the bed and into his arms. He frantically pulled shorts and a top from my bag. As I struggled to get them on, he pulled on shorts then helped me. It was getting harder to breathe and see. When I was dressed, I tried to tell him I could walk, but I couldn't seem to talk. I felt so weak, and my head was spinning. Somehow, I don't know how, he got me to the other side of the house. This took us closer to the flames and smoke, but also closer to the doors to the outside. I couldn't even see a foot in front of us. Oh my God, we were gonna die!

I knew I was crying, but I couldn't stop. I wasn't ready to die. There was so much I still wanted to do. And I'd just found the love of my life. He sat me down on my feet and then I heard a crash and breaking glass. The flames grew higher. I was lifted again, and abruptly I was out in the cool, clean air. I sucked it in despite it making me cough harder. I did it over and over. Mikhail got me off the back deck and to the yard. We both fell to our knees and hacked and sputtered. I don't know how long we kneeled there before we began to look around us.

The house was half engulfed in orange flames. His beautiful house was being destroyed. In the distance, I thought I heard sirens, but that surely wasn't possible. The nearest neighbor was miles away, and it was the middle of the night. They would be in bed. I was staring at the house when I heard him swear.

"Motherfucker," he growled, and then he was up and running. I stumbled to my feet and went after him. He was way faster than me, but as we ran, I saw what looked like a figure running ahead of him. Mikhail was a determined man. Somehow he ran faster and soon he was on top of the person taking them to the ground. I heard a shriek and I froze in confusion. It sounded like a woman, not a man who had cried out. I scrambled the remaining distance and came up beside him. He was struggling with someone.

"Stop it or I'll break your fucking neck," he snarled. The person froze. Only a fool would think he was kidding.

As he eased back, the moon allowed me to see the person he was holding down. I stood there stunned. I couldn't believe my eyes. Lying there, staring up at us with a look of hate on her face, was Laura from the club. Mikhail's employee. What the hell?

"What the hell did you do? Why?" he shouted at her.

"Hey, is everyone out?" a man's voice asked from behind us. Mikhail whipped his head around to look at him.

"Who're you?"

"I'm your neighbor, Preston, from down the road. I was coming home from a night out with friends, and I saw the glow of the flames in the sky. I called the fire department. I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. Are any of you hurt? Why are you sitting on that woman?"

"We're fine, no thanks to her. She set the damn fire. I caught her running. Goddamn it, Laura, why?"

"You know her?" Preston asked in amazement.

"Yeah, she works for me, or she did. What the hell are you doing here?" He asked her, but she remained silent.

The sirens were getting closer. I came to stand next to Mikhail. "Laura, why would you do this?" I asked.

She gave me what could only be described as a hate-filled look. Her lip curled up and she spewed bile at me. "You stole him, whore! It's all your fault. He was supposed to be mine. You ruined everything. Why couldn't you just leave? They should've done their job and shut down the club so you'd go. He would've forgotten about you, but you did something to him. I'm the woman for him. I waited and waited. Tessa gave him up. I love him. I should be in his home, not you. I hate you. Die bitch!" She screamed. I stumbled back.

Her crazy thoughts made an odd sense. From what she said, I knew we'd found who was calling in the complaints about the club. Although, her other logic on Mikhail wanting her if I was gone made no sense. If she wanted him, why light the house on fire with him in it? And how did she know about it? According to him at dinner, no one had been here other than Reuben when he bought it.

"You set the house on fire with him in it! How can you say you love him if you'd do that? And how did you know about this place?" I shouted at her.

She was back to fighting, and it was obvious she wanted to get to me. He pressed her hard to the ground. Preston was standing there taking it all in.

"I do love him, but if I can't have him, no one can. I heard him tell Reuben he was going away with you. That it was someplace special. I followed you. How could you do that to me? I saw you in the woods." The last part she aimed at him.

I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of her watching our private, intimate moments in the woods. It wasn't because someone had seen us, it was because it was her and due to her obvious obsession with him. I had to turn so I could throw up.

"Tajah, baby, sit down. Are you okay?"

All I could do was nod. The sirens sounded right outside the house. Preston took off toward the front. I hoped he was going to tell them we were over here, but who knew? Images of the two of us in the woods kept filtering through my head. I had no idea how long it was before a couple of sheriff deputies came up to us. They were frowning. I vaguely noticed firefighters working on the fire, but it was a total loss. I don't know why they were even bothering.

"Sir, your neighbor said this woman started the fire. Tell us what happened, but first you need to let go of her."

"I'll let go once you secure her. Yes, she set it. I think she's crazy. We woke up to smoke and flames." he explained. I let him tell them the whole story as I sat there in a daze, shivering.

I didn't tune back in until a warm blanket was wrapped around me. I glanced up to find Mikhail crouching beside me with a concerned expression on his face. I looked past him to find Laura was no longer there and neither were the cops. Where did she go? I tried to scramble to my feet, but he wouldn't let me.

"Where is she?" I asked in a panic.

"Shh, everything is alright. She's in the cop car. They arrested her. Dove, you're scaring me. You totally checked out on me. Let the paramedics check you out." I let him direct me to them, and they listened to my lungs and put some oxygen on me. He seemed to be doing better than me. I couldn't seem to shake the altered sensations I was feeling.

Despite Mikhail insisting I needed to go to the hospital, they didn't feel I needed to. "But she's not acting right, and she vomited not long ago," he protested.

I grabbed his hand. He was beginning to get loud. "Honey, I'm fine. It was just a shock. I don't need to see a doctor. They need to check you over."

"I'm fine."

"Maybe but I won't feel better unless I know you're okay. Please."

He gave in when he heard that. It was a quick assessment before they declared him good to go. Just as they gave us both medical clearances, the sheriff who did the talking earlier came back over to us.

"I hate to add to your already crappy night, but we're gonna need both of you to come to the station and make an official statement. Ms. Phillips will be processed there. You can ride in the other squad car. I assume you need to call someone. If you want, you can use my phone." he handed his cell to Mikhail.

"Thank you Sheriff Noble, I appreciate it. We'll come with you as soon as I make my call. Babe, do you want to call your mom?"

"No, she'll freak out if I do, especially in the middle of the night. I'll call her later. Who're you calling?"

"I think it should be Reub. He can get us some clothes from the apartment and bring some other stuff. Plus, he probably hasn't gone to bed for the night. It's only," he glanced at the phone, "two-thirty in the morning. If you're sure about your mom, let me call him."

I nodded. He punched in the number then hit the call button. After he did, he drew me against him and rubbed soothingly up and down my arm. I was kinda feeling numb at the moment. I listened as he filled Reuben in on what happened and what we needed. I could clearly hear Reub swearing without being on speaker. The call lasted about five minutes. Mikhail hung up after he was assured Reuben would be at the sheriff's station in Columbia as soon as possible. It was still about an hour drive from Lustz to Columbia. After he hung up, he placed a second call.

"Otto, it's Mikhail Ivanova. Sorry for calling so late, but I believe I have a need for you. I need you to meet me at the Maury County Sheriff's office in Columbia. One of my employees committed arson on my home in Culleoka, while me and my girlfriend were sleeping inside. She's been arrested, but I want legal representation there to make sure they don't let her out. I think she's crazy to be honest. I'll explain everything when you get there."

He listened for a couple of minutes, nodding as he did. Finally, he spoke again. "We're both fine, thank God, but the house is a total loss, and she did it because of my girlfriend. Luckily for us, a neighbor called the fire department and my woman woke up in time to wake me and we got out. I appreciate it. See you then." This time when he hung up he handed it back to Sheriff Noble, who'd stayed there unabashedly listening.

"Let's head there if you're ready," Noble said kindly.

I didn't know of a reason to hang around. Holding me close, Mikhail took me toward the front of the house where the cars were. When we got close to them, I heard muffled screaming and thumping sounds. I looked around and that's when I saw Laura in the back of a squad car. She was glaring at me and screaming as she was kicking the door from the inside. The other sheriff went over and jerked the door open and said something to her. She ignored him as she tried to get out despite the fact she had her arms cuffed behind her. I could hear what she was saying then.

"I'll kill you, bitch! He'll be mine. You wait and see."

The sheriff had to push her back in and slam the door fast. Mihail hurried me to the other one, and we got in the back. It made me nervous to be sitting back there with the wire separating us from the sheriff when he got in. So this was what a criminal saw, I mused. I stared out the window at the darkness, as we were driven to the station. I was exhausted, and it looked like this night was far from over.

I wasn't wrong. It was hours later after tons of questions, plus the blur of meeting the lawyer, Otto Devine, and having Reuben show up with our things and his reaction to all of it. By the time we left with Reuben, who took us home, the sun was up and I could barely keep my eyes open. I dropped off to sleep as he sped toward Nashville and the two of them talked softly. Mikhail sat in the backseat, so he could hold me. It was like he couldn't stand to let go of me. I clung to him. I'd almost lost him. I held him tighter. He kissed my forehead. "I've got you," he whispered softly. I sighed and closed my eyes.