Chapter Five

"Lay it out for me", Grey grunted, his fist found points of perching on the desk.

His arrival broke moments of silence that she had felt were filled with anxiety. While he might have been loud and bombastic, his presence instantly made her feel safe…and foolish.

She fought a chuckle at the thought of how many men he had left crumpled between the parking lot and her office.

"I fucked up," Ziba leaned back feeling the ice settle into the glass, "I walked into the meeting expecting Rez and his boys had it covered."

"Pay for boys, and you're going to get childish results," Grey was reliably stone faced , "I could give a fuck about them. Are you okay?"

"You know me," Ziba stared down the liquid and ice in the glass trying to keep tears at bay.

"I do," Grey grit teeth and felt fire in his , "which is why when Henny called me, I nearly went and resolved the matter myself."

"Grey," Ziba closed her eyes and fell back fiddling with the silver looped chain that they both knew too well, "this isn't-"

"It's precisely what I tried to avoid," Grey wrestled with anger, overprotectiveness, and worry the likes of which he never expected.

"I'm in control," Ziba opened her eyes and felt her heart speed past reckless.

"I never doubted that," Grey rubbed his bruised fists," It was only ever your father who held what we had in contempt."

"My father was m

"Lay it out for me", Grey grunted, his fist found points of perching on the desk .

His arrival broke moments of silence that she had felt were filled with anxiety. While he might have been loud and bombastic, his presence instantly made her feel safe…and foolish.

She fought a chuckle at the thought of how many men he had left crumpled between the parking lot and her office.

"I fucked up," Ziba leaned back feeling the ice settle into the glass, "I walked into the meeting expecting Rez and his boys had it covered."

"Pay for boys, and you're going to get childish results," Grey was reliably stone faced , "I could give a fuck about them. Are you okay?"

"You know me," Ziba stared down the liquid and ice in the glass trying to keep tears at bay.

"I do," Grey grit teeth and felt fire in his , "which is why when Henny called me, I nearly went and resolved the matter myself."

"Grey," Ziba closed her eyes and fell back fiddling with the silver looped chain that they both knew too well, "this isn't-"

"It's precisely what I tried to avoid," Grey wrestled with anger, overprotectiveness, and worry the likes of which he never expected.

"I'm in control," Ziba opened her eyes and felt her heart speed past reckless.

"I never doubted that," Grey rubbed his bruised fists," It was only ever your father who held what we had in contempt."

"My father was merely trying to keep the dynasty alive," Ziba took in Grey's form, "and you know how he felt about outsiders."

"Your father isn't in control anymore," Grey needed her to understand his concern, "you are the queen now. You run the family. The business is yours."

Zip fluttered at the velveteen way the word queen left his lips.

"That is without question," Ziba assumed a pose of power in the chair that stood taller than her.

"So give me power," Grey leaned forward, "and I'll make sure something like this will never happen again."

"To do that would be setting a dangerous precedent," Ziba leaned in while placing the glass on the desk, "I cannot give you power."

"I don't want it," Grey stood up with hands open, "I want what I've always wanted"

"And what is that," Ziba stood up with the chair gliding into the wall behind her desk.

"What someone like me," Grey scratched his salt and pepper stubble without surrendering ground, "can never have."

"Say it," Ziba started to round the desk with pronounced heel strikes, "or aren't you afraid of losing it."

"I can't lose something that belongs to me," Grey smirked but soured instantly there after, "I'll go handle the clean up."

He turned to leave the room, but she had closed the distance between them enough so that all she needed do was reach out just enough and her hand grabbed his belt buckle. He stopped near instantly. She didn't need to pull or apply muscle to the effort. Even the slightest of her effort was enough to stop him dead. He towered over her, even when she was in the heels, but there was a softness within him that only she saw. His soulful eyes drifted towards her hand, and followed it up, over the jacketed arm, over the wide open collar, along the graceful neck, until he met her eyes.

"Say it," Ziba whispered while tugging him close.

"What is there it say, "Grey let the rough ridges of two fingers glide over the links of the chain that started at a loop, went around her neck, through the loop, and down the center of her all the delicate way down.

"You are mine, Grey," Ziba slid two fingers in over the waist of his suit pants, "so you will say it."

"I am yours," Grey gave the chain a little tug and instantly the breath hitched in Ziba's mouth. The tip of her tongue rolled over her bottom lips just so, and quickly disappeared into Grey's mouth the second he brought his lips to meet hers.

Passion had always fueled them, want had always been there, denial had been the cost of her taking over the family, her position now meant she could have him anywhere she chose and none could do anything about it.

Grey gave another little tug and the chain wiggled the ornate clip around her already pyretic clit. The little shivers of pleasure nearly made her falter back made all the more weak by what his other hand did. Mouths dared not leave one another.

Tongues remembered all the old teasing ways. Grey's freehand pulled at the blouse so sternly that the buttons flew away, and the moment the fine silk fell open, his giant warm hand knowingly pawed at her left breast. The passion poured its way down her throat into her chest and lost no speed upon arriving at her quivering cunt.

Mmmm, every time Grey touched her, that word became something so glorious it nearly deserved to be sung. The things that he did to her, the way he made her feel when he was fucking her. Gods, all those terms seemed like poetry when he used them. She could swear that just thinking those words made her wetter.

Both his hands found the sides of her face and held her as their kiss slowed for a moment.

The tenderness amidst the uninhibited enthusiasm added another layer to everything that caused her arousal with him and only him.

"You are mine," Grey whispered in the near nonexistent space between them with his eyes still closed, "and I'll never leave again."

Ziba pulled back and walked around the desk, sitting in the chair that was now her's by right. She kicked her heels under the desk and parted her thighs as wide as she could.

"You've been gone too long," Ziba waved him over with two fingers and patted the inside of her finely fabric covered thigh, "you better reclaim what's yours."

Grey walked around the desk and dropped to his knees. Thick sure fingers undid her belt and buttons so quick it took her breath away, joined quickly by a sing song moan that left Ziba's mouth when he yanked her pants off.

Ziba's ass slapped the leather, and before she could react his stubbled mouth was in pressed right up against her sopping lingerie. Her thighs trembled with each enthusiastic grace of his tongue. The dulling of her sensations were maddening, but it didn't stop Grey from sucking and massaging her outer lips.

Grey had in the past taken hours teasing her. Ziba gasped while remembering all the innumerable times Grey had gotten her so close but eased her back down when in the limo. Grey delighted in her pleasure, but also coveted her frenzied state while in his care.

Amidst the ever deepening pulse of her growing orgasm, there was a moment of sweet remembrance. Grey had always said that she was the only indulgence he ever craved.

She was far too deprived to handle his usual devotions. The second Grey pulled her lingerie over so that he could get at all of her, Ziba let the sweet sounds she loved making slide freely from her mouth. Her tattooed fingers swirled poetically in his hair as Grey's lips parted her inner lips and sucked her needy jewelry clamped clit. Ziba's nails sunk into his scalp a bit but he took it as a sign to keep going.

She felt Grey's fingers just then and thanked anyone who would listen. Her misfortune today had brought him back into her life.

A left index finger played teasingly with Ziba's tight opening, she waited for his fingers inside her. She knew they would be as good now as they ever had been. Thick and skilled, quick and accurate.

How he had delighted at making her drench his fingers while in the shadows of the penthouse, holding her throat in one hand as she came on the other. Looking in her eyes as she licked her cum off his fingers and then they kissed passionately.

She recalled the very first time he had acted upon such an impulse. Normally, all the boys she had fooled around with needed to be coaxed into oral sex as a form of reciprocation. Ziba would have needed to act first, in the hopes of receiving some vaguely decent oral sex. Not with Grey. The first time he went down on her, he asked, he said she didn't have to reciprocate, and that he just couldn't help himself. She nearly came the second he kissed her clit.

Ziba was rushed back to reality with the contact of her G-spot. Fuck he was good. She wouldn't hold back. She needed to just give into it, the way she felt in the aftermath was always so blissful, especially given how he wouldn't let her go until she told him she was ready.

So there, in the chair of her office, he finger fucked her. Flicking and sucking her clit with his glorious mouth, her body betrayed her in the most euphoric of ways.

She felt the orgasm wash over her in waves that made her mouth declare joy overwhelming and her hands simply dug into his dress shirt covered shoulders.

The sweet convulsions of her cunt clamped onto his fingers repeatedly, which moved only slightly and caused her to feel doubling waves of pleasure. His lips simply sat upon her clit and he hummed low and animalistic, adding to Ziba's already cataclysmic joy. She grabbed his face when it all became too much and pulled him in to kiss her. The savory flavor was hers, as was he. Their tongues danced in ways that drove pulled them closer together.

Their first kiss had been an awkward redo of sorts. One night Grey had spotted Ziba dancing with a couple of guys who were getting too friendly. She had been drinking a bit, but such was not an excuse, and as soon as she shouted no, Grey had moved in, collected Ziba, and given the guys a look that told them all they needed to know. Asking Ziba where here security was, Ziba confessed to grey that she had snuck out for a normal night. Grey had asked what a normal night was and Ziba grabbed his neck and said a night of dancing, flirting, and maybe even kissing. Ziba caught Grey off guard with the kiss, to which Grey said the kiss was improper since she was drunk.

A week later, when discussing it, Grey told Ziba if she wanted to kiss him she didn't need to be drunk to do it. She grabbed him then too, and caught him just as off guard.

They had always had to be together in secret. Her power would now allow that such restrictions would be non existent. None would speak of the personal affairs of the head of the family.

Grey rubbed Ziba's G-spot ever so slightly, and once more blissful reminiscence disappeared within an instant of glorious sensation. His hand began to speed up, and Ziba began to moan into his open mouth. Grey's hand massaged her from the inside more and more, faster and faster.

On his knees and still commanding, How could Ziba not love this man.

How his free hand held found her right breast as his mouth found her left. Looking up into her eyes, Grey would watch her as she slowly rode the growing wave of pleasure until she threw her head back into the cushion of the chair.

The slow devotion to her nipples had been something that Grey had expressed when nothing else could be done. She made sure anything she wore around him was flimsy out of sheer hope that he would touch her the way he always had. His hands and mouth carried with them a confidence and devotion she had never experienced.

Gasping for breath came during the slow descent back into the chair. She once more kissed him slowly. There was something about the way they connected that would always call to her heart. He fucked her but in a worshipful way.

He had always been the boxer from the local gym that her dad had kept around, but there was a devotion to Ziba's needs, like she was both the thing he lusted after, but also the only person in the world who knew he had a heart behind his heavyweight boxer build.

"I can't leave ever again," Grey put the words upon her lips, "they will have to kill me to get rid of me."

"I will never make you leave," Ziba took his face in her hands, "and if you do, it will be with me."

She pulled his face towards her's once more and they damned the days since last they were together.

Her father had told her that he was retiring, going back to the old country, to live the quiet life, and that she would inherit his empire. She suspected but never hoped. There was no hope to feel that day, for the next thing her father said was that Grey would never be accepted and she would have to find a king worthy of her lineage. They had made love that night, slow and sad, hoping that it would last forever. Ziba's tears had fallen upon Grey's chest until she fell asleep and in the morning he had been gone.

The rush of her body being lifted made the sadness of days past rush out of her head. Grey simply swiped everything off the desk, easily seating her there and tugging her jacket and blouse off and throwing them aside. He then helped her slid out of the lingerie bottoms, which he slid into his pocket with a little laugh. Ziba sat naked save the chain, which he gave a little tug once more which cause Ziba to let slip a little whimper.

The two took the time to kiss deeply. When playing together nothing was simple or ignored. Something about pleasure in the presence of the other was life affirming.

They kissed slowly as she could feel her cum find it's way onto the desk, Grey's hands explored her body, every so often joined by his mouth, which would cover her in kisses five times over before helping her put clothes back on.

Ziba appreciated the meticulous nature of his actions, where boys had fumbled their way through fucking her, with Grey it was veneration of the sacred. It made her greedy to see and feel and taste him once again.

When he was not further warming her with kisses, she found windows of opportunity to unbutton his vest, with his shirt buttons sliding free far easier. When his left hand dipped back down to her pussy, she slapped at it with sharpened eyebrows and a smirk

"Uh uh," Ziba reclaimed her authority, "my turn."

"I'll pay that back later," Grey stood tall and looked down at her.

"Gods I hope so, given you haven't made me cum yet," Ziba tugged his shirt and vest towards his massive shoulders but was stopped by his leather suspenders.

"Hmmm, not cum drunk yet," Grey said, "I can fix that."

"Not yet," Ziba dipped into the bass in her voice, "take it all off."

There was a moment of stillness punctuated by a chuckle from Grey, a little fiery kiss, and two steps back.

Ziba played with the chain blissfully as she watched him roll the suspenders off his shoulders, and then took the shirt and vest off in one move, throwing it towards the couch beneath the massive windows overlooking the city.

The air that filled her lungs was sweet, and whistled out of her pursed lips while taking him in with her hungry eyes. Each of those scars came with a story she remembered. She had tended to the care of each, she had kissed and traced and bitten each. His body was a masterwork of survival and she loved all of I, no matter how deep the tissue was or what shaped it had healed in.

Grey's eyes never stopped watching Ziba's face, his smile the reaction to how desperately she watched him. His hands took pride in dragging out the process of taking off his pants, given that there was nothing underneath.

When finally he dropped them and stepped out of them, he did so with an arm strategically covering up his cock.

"I wanna see," Ziba said amidst two little gasps

"I think you've had enough for tonight, Z," Grey massaged his balls softly as his shaft rested against his forearm, "heavy is the head that wears the crown, after all."

"I do wear the crown," Ziba's hands got distracted by how glorious it was to touch her own breasts, "which means you do as you are ordered. Now show me."

Grey didn't move, except for the fingers which released their subtle grip and proceeded to slide up the underside of Grey's prominent cock. His finger's danced slightly along the sensitive rigidity.

"Stroke it for me," Ziba pinched her nipples when she said baby.

"Whatever my queen wishes," Grey walked forward until the head of his cock pressed perfectly against her pussy lips, "but first I'm going to need it to be a little wet."

He grabbed the back of her braided hair and gave a little tug which bough her down upon the floor. Ziba's drop to her knees was of her own blissful accord. Grey's hand still held her head firm, and he leaned down to kiss her before moving her mouth close to his throbbing shaft.

"Open wide," Grey watched Ziba open her mouth obediently and stick her tongue out, "Mmmm my good girl remembers just how much she likes my cock in her mouth, doesn't she?"

The dirty talk made Ziba's lust far worse. She wanted to go slow, to savor the taste of his precum while recommitting every ridge and vein of his cock to memory. She felt an overwhelming urge to grab his hips and simply fuck him with her mouth while watching his face. Instead she pinched one of her nipples while fingering herself energetically. Not surprisingly at all, she found herself to be an utter mess, which made her arousal all the deeper.

They had slowly revealed their sexual selves to one another, flirtations slowly showing off kinks that would get discussed at a later date. No matter what the other wanted, it seemed everything they did turned each other and themselves on.

"I would do anything to be with you night an day," Grey grunted between glorious moans, "To care for you, to keep you safe, to fuck you until you slip into the deepest and most restful of sleep."

Pronouncements of affection amidst raw animal passion. This man was a wondrous oddity. A snippet of sonnet or a handwritten love note mixed in amongst ass slaps and throat grabs. Ziba found the entirety of it to be intoxicating.

"There we are, you don't get all of me," Grey pulled her hair so that his cock was free of her mouth," now you can watch as I play with the cock that you made hard."

"Fuck yourself for me," Ziba matched Grey's pace.

"You like watching my cock, don't you, baby," Grey stroked right in front of Ziba's mouth, "what do you think I should fuck with my big Thick. Hard. Cock. Huh?"

"Whatever you want," Ziba couldn't help but go faster as another orgasm was fast approaching.

"Say it, baby," Grey leaned forward and whispered in Ziba's ear as he continued to stroke himself, "use all the dirty words that turn you on and tell me what my cock should slide into."

"Oh fuck," the whispering, the sight of his cock, the hair pulling, it was all too much for Ziba, "fuck my pussy. My mouth. My ass. My hands. Whatever you want. Whenever you wa-AH!"

The ripples rode down her stomach and made her thighs shut around her quickly moving fingers. Grey dropped to his knees and kissed her while she experienced wave after wave of pleasure.

They sat there a heap of nudity in quiet contemplation of one another for a very long while. When her hand left her pussy, both arms found their way around Grey's neck. He picked her up and sat her in his lap in the massive leather chair.

They had always been the quietest of places for one another, no matter the location. Time had allowed the the ability to find each other empathetic, funny, smart, kind, capable, and imaginative. All of it was a unique combination, but finding someone you could simply be silent with, now that was yet another layer of vulnerability that neither had experienced in anyone else's care.

There were little kisses and deep sighs. Slow brushing hands and warm looks. Until at last the spirit overtook Ziba and her hand drifted to Grey's lap. The contact was enough to make him jump slightly. Ziba laughed a little before grabbing on even more.

"How much more do you want tonight, Z," Grey's eyes warmed depths unseen by anyone else within Ziba.

"Since the moment we met," Ziba saw into Grey just as deeply, "I have wanted all of you, in every moment, with every breath."

"Oh, sweet Z," Grey kissed her slow and sweet, "then you shall have it all."

Grey stood, causing Ziba to shriek slightly, causing both of them to laugh for a moment before Grey put her down and bent her over the massive desk.

"So, my slutty little Ziba want's all of me, huh," Grey smacked her ass and Ziba shrieked with a lip bite as punctuation.

"All of you, baby," Ziba felt her nipples brush the edge of the desk and moved back and forth intentionally.

"Let's see how much you can take," Grey slowly eased some fingers into Ziba, removing them to get himself wet before taking her. Each dip into her brought more and more sensations exploding to the surface for Ziba, until she felt him pressed against her.

The dips were small and slow. Each one was partnered with an insidious little brush of his fingers over her all too sensitive clit. Each one forcing a whimper of infatuation.

Taking the clip off Ziba's clit, Grey rotated the length of the chain so that it traveled in an ornate line down her back. Grey's fingers would take painstaking care to massage each detail of Ziba's cunt in perfect coordination with his thrusts that were slowly growing in depth but not in pace.

"Give me MORE," Ziba let a loose a taste of her frenzied state, "Harder."

"Harder, what, baby," Grey was nearly half in, but withdrew while leaning over her.

"Fuck me harder with that big cock, daddy," Ziba panted the words while looking over her shoulder.

"Good girl," Grey slid all the way in with a low growl and began it speed up with full strokes.

The pace grew and grew, the walls of her pussy taking every glorious friction. Ziba could not help but dig her nails into the desk top while arching her back. She had missed this, the foolishness of surrender to the world she operated within would never again take precedent over the surrender of true devotion. She was safe with Grey. She could be with Grey. She could tell him what she wanted and he would embrace her desires, not question them.

"Fuck my needy little cunt," Ziba grinned as her thighs flexed with delight. Her smile faded when Grey pulled out though his fingers kept massaging the exterior of her pussy.

"You seem to have forgotten your manners, baby," Grey said with his cock head pressed up against Ziba's opening.

"Please fuck my needy little cunt, daddy," Ziba loved the honorific. Something so taboo about it, it caused a stir every time.

"Good girl," Grey gave a bit more of a growl this time as they returned to their unrelenting pace.

Ziba was it. He knew in his heart. He felt it in the moments when they were together in ways that words failed him. His life had been violence and pain, either received or given in portions no human should ever bear.

With Ziba though, the violence in his heart could serve to protect her. His actions could be put to keeping her safe, in the face of a world she wished to not be a part of, yet her father had insisted.

With Ziba, his poetry wasn't foolish or clumsy, in her heart it found a home.They had found something unexpected in one another, in spite of the world they both inhabited. The world that told Ziba is she was to survive, she would have to rule, but with the "right person" by her side.

When she told him he had to leave, he respected her wishes, never losing track. Her little sister would text him, her air headed cousin would ask him for advice or come to him when something got fucked up. Grey had become the outsider who wished to secure the world Ziba and her family lived in. All because he had fallen… in love.

"Fuck! You're driving me insane," Ziba grabbed at Grey's hips because he had stopped deep inside her again.

"Mmmm, Im gonna fuck you so good, baby, you're gonna fall in love with me," in haste Grey had said it before his mind knew what his mouth was saying. Something in his heart froze solid out of fear.

Ziba pushed off of the desk and pushed him back lightly. Grey pulled all the way out and found himself being backed towards the couch overlooking the city.

Shoved onto the cushion, Ziba took not a single moment's rest to straddle Grey, taking his completely within herself, and sitting for a moment to breathe.

Grey feared what may happen next, but found his mind silenced as Ziba's hips stared to swirl and buck in little sets of 3 and 3.

"Listen, Z, I-"Grey felt lips stop his own. He kissed her with quixotic abandon.

Ziba reached around as her hips continued their devilish grinding, and grabbing the chain, handed the end to Grey. They both looked at one another then in recollection

They bought it together. It had been a sex toy shop stop. They had picked out some stuff, and they had laughed at certain items, and marveled at others. At one point, Ziba saw the chain and instantly loved it. Buy this for me and put it on me, she had told Grey adamantly. Grey said oof course he would buy it for her, but questioned why. There was unfiltered honesty when Ziba responded to him, saying that if he put in on her, it would mean she was his and that no one else would ever be able to touch her like he could.

"I fell in love with you long before you showed me how dirty you are, "Ziba smiled as she rested her hand on his chest, "the way you fuck me is just -mmmmmm- such a delightful bonus."

That was it. A moment in a world of feudal confrontation, where the swing of the blade nor the bullet of a gun had any power. In the face of a world so cast in shadows, Grey and Ziba had found one another, and persevered.

They held each other and simply gazed at one another, each listening to the symphonic passion that slipped carelessly from the other's lips.

Ziba traced Grey's scars in between shuttering bouts of explicit adulation while drawing ever closer to summing one last definitive time with the one man she knew she would want forever.

Grey found himself dumbfounded while caressing this perfect figure of a woman, seeking the memory of her every feature to exist long after all things went dark.

He felt the all too familiar twitches and began to warn her he was close, but instead she pressed a single finger against his lips and said:

"I want you to cum inside me, Grey."

After those words were utter, no more were spoken between them until long after the sun came up.

Ziba felt herself give in to the desperate pace of her body on the verge of something glorious.

Grey felt it rise in him, a hot ache with skin tingling tension,

The moment her orgasm struck, Ziba found herself without words or control. Luckily Grey was there to catch her in the immediate aftermath.

Grey saw her, the secret her she showed no one, found himself overwhelmed by the beauty of it, and could no longer hold back. His eyes forced themselves shut as he gasped with a shudder.

Grey grabbed her hips and accepted her full weight as Ziba cried out in a declaration of eternal intent, and then collapsed softly.

Once more, Grey and Ziba found themselves in their most vulnerable but favorable states. They stayed there until time had no meaning. Grey simply held Ziba close as the little shudders and happy tears out only to fall against Grey's chest.

Once the afterglow receded and exhaustion crept in, the two giggled in earnest fumbling. They had but a short distance to cover, for the master bedroom suite was on the opposite side of the office, but neither's legs seemed to want to function any longer.

At long last, and after several breaks to kiss and laugh, the two arrived at the massive sprawling bed amidst this inconceivable penthouse. Falling upon it's perfectly made surface, they simply curled into one another.

Laying on their sides, gazing into each others eyes, trading ever smaller kisses, until at last Gray watched Ziba slip into slumber, and then knew he could do the same as well.

The world would be a different place in the morning. War may erupt between Ziba's family and the other families, Grey may find himself in a place of violence, or an armistice may be reached. None could know. The only thing that could be certain was that they would face the world together.

They alone would be a beautiful world removed from the underworld they both would be feared within.

erely trying to keep the dynasty alive," Ziba took in Grey's form, "and you know how he felt about outsiders."

"Your father isn't in control anymore," Grey needed her to understand his concern, "you are the queen now. You run the family. The business is yours."

Zip fluttered at the velveteen way the word queen left his lips.

"That is without question," Ziba assumed a pose of power in the chair that stood taller than her.

"So give me power," Grey leaned forward, "and I'll make sure something like this will never happen again."

"To do that would be setting a dangerous precedent," Ziba leaned in while placing the glass on the desk, "I cannot give you power."

"I don't want it," Grey stood up with hands open, "I want what I've always wanted"

"And what is that," Ziba stood up with the chair gliding into the wall behind her desk.

"What someone like me," Grey scratched his salt and pepper stubble without surrendering ground, "can never have."

"Say it," Ziba started to round the desk with pronounced heel strikes, "or aren't you afraid of losing it."

"I can't lose something that belongs to me," Grey smirked but soured instantly there after, "I'll go handle the clean up."

He turned to leave the room, but she had closed the distance between them enough so that all she needed do was reach out just enough and her hand grabbed his belt buckle. He stopped near instantly. She didn't need to pull or apply muscle to the effort. Even the slightest of her effort was enough to stop him dead. He towered over her, even when she was in the heels, but there was a softness within him that only she saw. His soulful eyes drifted towards her hand, and followed it up, over the jacketed arm, over the wide open collar, along the graceful neck, until he met her eyes.

"Say it," Ziba whispered while tugging him close.

"What is there it say, "Grey let the rough ridges of two fingers glide over the links of the chain that started at a loop, went around her neck, through the loop, and down the center of her all the delicate way down.

"You are mine, Grey," Ziba slid two fingers in over the waist of his suit pants, "so you will say it."

"I am yours," Grey gave the chain a little tug and instantly the breath hitched in Ziba's mouth. The tip of her tongue rolled over her bottom lips just so, and quickly disappeared into Grey's mouth the second he brought his lips to meet hers.

Passion had always fueled them, want had always been there, denial had been the cost of her taking over the family, her position now meant she could have him anywhere she chose and none could do anything about it.

Grey gave another little tug and the chain wiggled the ornate clip around her already pyretic clit. The little shivers of pleasure nearly made her falter back made all the more weak by what his other hand did. Mouths dared not leave one another.

Tongues remembered all the old teasing ways. Grey's freehand pulled at the blouse so sternly that the buttons flew away, and the moment the fine silk fell open, his giant warm hand knowingly pawed at her left breast. The passion poured its way down her throat into her chest and lost no speed upon arriving at her quivering cunt.

Mmmm, every time Grey touched her, that word became something so glorious it nearly deserved to be sung. The things that he did to her, the way he made her feel when he was fucking her. Gods, all those terms seemed like poetry when he used them. She could swear that just thinking those words made her wetter.

Both his hands found the sides of her face and held her as their kiss slowed for a moment.

The tenderness amidst the uninhibited enthusiasm added another layer to everything that caused her arousal with him and only him.

"You are mine," Grey whispered in the near nonexistent space between them with his eyes still closed, "and I'll never leave again."

Ziba pulled back and walked around the desk, sitting in the chair that was now her's by right. She kicked her heels under the desk and parted her thighs as wide as she could.

"You've been gone too long," Ziba waved him over with two fingers and patted the inside of her finely fabric covered thigh, "you better reclaim what's yours."

Grey walked around the desk and dropped to his knees. Thick sure fingers undid her belt and buttons so quick it took her breath away, joined quickly by a sing song moan that left Ziba's mouth when he yanked her pants off.

Ziba's ass slapped the leather, and before she could react his stubbled mouth was in pressed right up against her sopping lingerie. Her thighs trembled with each enthusiastic grace of his tongue. The dulling of her sensations were maddening, but it didn't stop Grey from sucking and massaging her outer lips.

Grey had in the past taken hours teasing her. Ziba gasped while remembering all the innumerable times Grey had gotten her so close but eased her back down when in the limo. Grey delighted in her pleasure, but also coveted her frenzied state while in his care.

Amidst the ever deepening pulse of her growing orgasm, there was a moment of sweet remembrance. Grey had always said that she was the only indulgence he ever craved.

She was far too deprived to handle his usual devotions. The second Grey pulled her lingerie over so that he could get at all of her, Ziba let the sweet sounds she loved making slide freely from her mouth. Her tattooed fingers swirled poetically in his hair as Grey's lips parted her inner lips and sucked her needy jewelry clamped clit. Ziba's nails sunk into his scalp a bit but he took it as a sign to keep going.

She felt Grey's fingers just then and thanked anyone who would listen. Her misfortune today had brought him back into her life.

A left index finger played teasingly with Ziba's tight opening, she waited for his fingers inside her. She knew they would be as good now as they ever had been. Thick and skilled, quick and accurate.

How he had delighted at making her drench his fingers while in the shadows of the penthouse, holding her throat in one hand as she came on the other. Looking in her eyes as she licked her cum off his fingers and then they kissed passionately.

She recalled the very first time he had acted upon such an impulse. Normally, all the boys she had fooled around with needed to be coaxed into oral sex as a form of reciprocation. Ziba would have needed to act first, in the hopes of receiving some vaguely decent oral sex. Not with Grey. The first time he went down on her, he asked, he said she didn't have to reciprocate, and that he just couldn't help himself. She nearly came the second he kissed her clit.

Ziba was rushed back to reality with the contact of her G-spot. Fuck he was good. She wouldn't hold back. She needed to just give into it, the way she felt in the aftermath was always so blissful, especially given how he wouldn't let her go until she told him she was ready.

So there, in the chair of her office, he finger fucked her. Flicking and sucking her clit with his glorious mouth, her body betrayed her in the most euphoric of ways.

She felt the orgasm wash over her in waves that made her mouth declare joy overwhelming and her hands simply dug into his dress shirt covered shoulders.

The sweet convulsions of her cunt clamped onto his fingers repeatedly, which moved only slightly and caused her to feel doubling waves of pleasure. His lips simply sat upon her clit and he hummed low and animalistic, adding to Ziba's already cataclysmic joy. She grabbed his face when it all became too much and pulled him in to kiss her. The savory flavor was hers, as was he. Their tongues danced in ways that drove pulled them closer together.

Their first kiss had been an awkward redo of sorts. One night Grey had spotted Ziba dancing with a couple of guys who were getting too friendly. She had been drinking a bit, but such was not an excuse, and as soon as she shouted no, Grey had moved in, collected Ziba, and given the guys a look that told them all they needed to know. Asking Ziba where here security was, Ziba confessed to grey that she had snuck out for a normal night. Grey had asked what a normal night was and Ziba grabbed his neck and said a night of dancing, flirting, and maybe even kissing. Ziba caught Grey off guard with the kiss, to which Grey said the kiss was improper since she was drunk.

A week later, when discussing it, Grey told Ziba if she wanted to kiss him she didn't need to be drunk to do it. She grabbed him then too, and caught him just as off guard.

They had always had to be together in secret. Her power would now allow that such restrictions would be non existent. None would speak of the personal affairs of the head of the family.

Grey rubbed Ziba's G-spot ever so slightly, and once more blissful reminiscence disappeared within an instant of glorious sensation. His hand began to speed up, and Ziba began to moan into his open mouth. Grey's hand massaged her from the inside more and more, faster and faster.

On his knees and still commanding, How could Ziba not love this man.

How his free hand held found her right breast as his mouth found her left. Looking up into her eyes, Grey would watch her as she slowly rode the growing wave of pleasure until she threw her head back into the cushion of the chair.

The slow devotion to her nipples had been something that Grey had expressed when nothing else could be done. She made sure anything she wore around him was flimsy out of sheer hope that he would touch her the way he always had. His hands and mouth carried with them a confidence and devotion she had never experienced.

Gasping for breath came during the slow descent back into the chair. She once more kissed him slowly. There was something about the way they connected that would always call to her heart. He fucked her but in a worshipful way.

He had always been the boxer from the local gym that her dad had kept around, but there was a devotion to Ziba's needs, like she was both the thing he lusted after, but also the only person in the world who knew he had a heart behind his heavyweight boxer build.

"I can't leave ever again," Grey put the words upon her lips, "they will have to kill me to get rid of me."

"I will never make you leave," Ziba took his face in her hands, "and if you do, it will be with me."

She pulled his face towards her's once more and they damned the days since last they were together.

Her father had told her that he was retiring, going back to the old country, to live the quiet life, and that she would inherit his empire. She suspected but never hoped. There was no hope to feel that day, for the next thing her father said was that Grey would never be accepted and she would have to find a king worthy of her lineage. They had made love that night, slow and sad, hoping that it would last forever. Ziba's tears had fallen upon Grey's chest until she fell asleep and in the morning he had been gone.

The rush of her body being lifted made the sadness of days past rush out of her head. Grey simply swiped everything off the desk, easily seating her there and tugging her jacket and blouse off and throwing them aside. He then helped her slid out of the lingerie bottoms, which he slid into his pocket with a little laugh. Ziba sat naked save the chain, which he gave a little tug once more which cause Ziba to let slip a little whimper.

The two took the time to kiss deeply. When playing together nothing was simple or ignored. Something about pleasure in the presence of the other was life affirming.

They kissed slowly as she could feel her cum find it's way onto the desk, Grey's hands explored her body, every so often joined by his mouth, which would cover her in kisses five times over before helping her put clothes back on.

Ziba appreciated the meticulous nature of his actions, where boys had fumbled their way through fucking her, with Grey it was veneration of the sacred. It made her greedy to see and feel and taste him once again.

When he was not further warming her with kisses, she found windows of opportunity to unbutton his vest, with his shirt buttons sliding free far easier. When his left hand dipped back down to her pussy, she slapped at it with sharpened eyebrows and a smirk

"Uh uh," Ziba reclaimed her authority, "my turn."

"I'll pay that back later," Grey stood tall and looked down at her.

"Gods I hope so, given you haven't made me cum yet," Ziba tugged his shirt and vest towards his massive shoulders but was stopped by his leather suspenders.

"Hmmm, not cum drunk yet," Grey said, "I can fix that."

"Not yet," Ziba dipped into the bass in her voice, "take it all off."

There was a moment of stillness punctuated by a chuckle from Grey, a little fiery kiss, and two steps back.

Ziba played with the chain blissfully as she watched him roll the suspenders off his shoulders, and then took the shirt and vest off in one move, throwing it towards the couch beneath the massive windows overlooking the city.

The air that filled her lungs was sweet, and whistled out of her pursed lips while taking him in with her hungry eyes. Each of those scars came with a story she remembered. She had tended to the care of each, she had kissed and traced and bitten each. His body was a masterwork of survival and she loved all of I, no matter how deep the tissue was or what shaped it had healed in.

Grey's eyes never stopped watching Ziba's face, his smile the reaction to how desperately she watched him. His hands took pride in dragging out the process of taking off his pants, given that there was nothing underneath.

When finally he dropped them and stepped out of them, he did so with an arm strategically covering up his cock.

"I wanna see," Ziba said amidst two little gasps

"I think you've had enough for tonight, Z," Grey massaged his balls softly as his shaft rested against his forearm, "heavy is the head that wears the crown, after all."

"I do wear the crown," Ziba's hands got distracted by how glorious it was to touch her own breasts, "which means you do as you are ordered. Now show me."

Grey didn't move, except for the fingers which released their subtle grip and proceeded to slide up the underside of Grey's prominent cock. His finger's danced slightly along the sensitive rigidity.

"Stroke it for me," Ziba pinched her nipples when she said baby.

"Whatever my queen wishes," Grey walked forward until the head of his cock pressed perfectly against her pussy lips, "but first I'm going to need it to be a little wet."

He grabbed the back of her braided hair and gave a little tug which bough her down upon the floor. Ziba's drop to her knees was of her own blissful accord. Grey's hand still held her head firm, and he leaned down to kiss her before moving her mouth close to his throbbing shaft.

"Open wide, "Grey watched Ziba open her mouth obediently and stick her tongue out, "Mmmm my good girl remembers just how much she likes my cock in her mouth, doesn't she?"

The dirty talk made Ziba's lust far worse. She wanted to go slow, to savor the taste of his precum while recommitting every ridge and vein of his cock to memory. She felt an overwhelming urge to grab his hips and simply fuck him with her mouth while watching his face. Instead she pinched one of her nipples while fingering herself energetically. Not surprisingly at all, she found herself to be an utter mess, which made her arousal all the deeper.

They had slowly revealed their sexual selves to one another, flirtations slowly showing off kinks that would get discussed at a later date. No matter what the other wanted, it seemed everything they did turned each other and themselves on.

"I would do anything to be with you night an day," Grey grunted between glorious moans, "To care for you, to keep you safe, to fuck you until you slip into the deepest and most restful of sleep."

Pronouncements of affection amidst raw animal passion. This man was a wondrous oddity. A snippet of sonnet or a handwritten love note mixed in amongst ass slaps and throat grabs. Ziba found the entirety of it to be intoxicating.

"There we are, you don't get all of me," Grey pulled her hair so that his cock was free of her mouth," now you can watch as I play with the cock that you made hard."

"Fuck yourself for me," Ziba matched Grey's pace.

"You like watching my cock, don't you, baby," Grey stroked right in front of Ziba's mouth, "what do you think I should fuck with my big Thick. Hard. Cock. Huh?"

"Whatever you want," Ziba couldn't help but go faster as another orgasm was fast approaching.

"Say it, baby," Grey leaned forward and whispered in Ziba's ear as he continued to stroke himself, "use all the dirty words that turn you on and tell me what my cock should slide into."

"Oh fuck," the whispering, the sight of his cock, the hair pulling, it was all too much for Ziba, "fuck my pussy. My mouth. My ass. My hands. Whatever you want. Whenever you wa-AH!"

The ripples rode down her stomach and made her thighs shut around her quickly moving fingers. Grey dropped to his knees and kissed her while she experienced wave after wave of pleasure.

They sat there a heap of nudity in quiet contemplation of one another for a very long while. When her hand left her pussy, both arms found their way around Grey's neck. He picked her up and sat her in his lap in the massive leather chair.

They had always been the quietest of places for one another, no matter the location. Time had allowed the the ability to find each other empathetic, funny, smart, kind, capable, and imaginative. All of it was a unique combination, but finding someone you could simply be silent with, now that was yet another layer of vulnerability that neither had experienced in anyone else's care.

There were little kisses and deep sighs. Slow brushing hands and warm looks. Until at last the spirit overtook Ziba and her hand drifted to Grey's lap. The contact was enough to make him jump slightly. Ziba laughed a little before grabbing on even more.

"How much more do you want tonight, Z," Grey's eyes warmed depths unseen by anyone else within Ziba.

"Since the moment we met," Ziba saw into Grey just as deeply, "I have wanted all of you, in every moment, with every breath."

"Oh, sweet Z," Grey kissed her slow and sweet, "then you shall have it all."

Grey stood, causing Ziba to shriek slightly, causing both of them to laugh for a moment before Grey put her down and bent her over the massive desk.

"So, my slutty little Ziba want's all of me, huh," Grey smacked her ass and Ziba shrieked with a lip bite as punctuation.

"All of you, baby," Ziba felt her nipples brush the edge of the desk and moved back and forth intentionally.

"Let's see how much you can take," Grey slowly eased some fingers into Ziba, removing them to get himself wet before taking her. Each dip into her brought more and more sensations exploding to the surface for Ziba, until she felt him pressed against her.

The dips were small and slow. Each one was partnered with an insidious little brush of his fingers over her all too sensitive clit. Each one forcing a whimper of infatuation.

Taking the clip off Ziba's clit, Grey rotated the length of the chain so that it traveled in an ornate line down her back. Grey's fingers would take painstaking care to massage each detail of Ziba's cunt in perfect coordination with his thrusts that were slowly growing in depth but not in pace.

"Give me MORE," Ziba let a loose a taste of her frenzied state, "Harder."

"Harder, what, baby," Grey was nearly half in, but withdrew while leaning over her.

"Fuck me harder with that big cock, daddy," Ziba panted the words while looking over her shoulder.

"Good girl," Grey slid all the way in with a low growl and began it speed up with full strokes.

The pace grew and grew, the walls of her pussy taking every glorious friction. Ziba could not help but dig her nails into the desk top while arching her back. She had missed this, the foolishness of surrender to the world she operated within would never again take precedent over the surrender of true devotion. She was safe with Grey. She could be with Grey. She could tell him what she wanted and he would embrace her desires, not question them.

"Fuck my needy little cunt," Ziba grinned as her thighs flexed with delight. Her smile faded when Grey pulled out though his fingers kept massaging the exterior of her pussy.

"You seem to have forgotten your manners, baby," Grey said with his cock head pressed up against Ziba's opening.

"Please fuck my needy little cunt, daddy," Ziba loved the honorific. Something so taboo about it, it caused a stir every time.

"Good girl," Grey gave a bit more of a growl this time as they returned to their unrelenting pace.

Ziba was it. He knew in his heart. He felt it in the moments when they were together in ways that words failed him. His life had been violence and pain, either received or given in portions no human should ever bear.

With Ziba though, the violence in his heart could serve to protect her. His actions could be put to keeping her safe, in the face of a world she wished to not be a part of, yet her father had insisted.

With Ziba, his poetry wasn't foolish or clumsy, in her heart it found a home.They had found something unexpected in one another, in spite of the world they both inhabited. The world that told Ziba is she was to survive, she would have to rule, but with the "right person" by her side.

When she told him he had to leave, he respected her wishes, never losing track. Her little sister would text him, her air headed cousin would ask him for advice or come to him when something got fucked up. Grey had become the outsider who wished to secure the world Ziba and her family lived in. All because he had fallen… in love.

"Fuck! You're driving me insane," Ziba grabbed at Grey's hips because he had stopped deep inside her again.

"Mmmm, Im gonna fuck you so good, baby, you're gonna fall in love with me," in haste Grey had said it before his mind knew what his mouth was saying. Something in his heart froze solid out of fear.

Ziba pushed off of the desk and pushed him back lightly. Grey pulled all the way out and found himself being backed towards the couch overlooking the city.

Shoved onto the cushion, Ziba took not a single moment's rest to straddle Grey, taking his completely within herself, and sitting for a moment to breathe.

Grey feared what may happen next, but found his mind silenced as Ziba's hips stared to swirl and buck in little sets of 3 and 3.

"Listen, Z, I—" Grey felt lips stop his own. He kissed her with quixotic abandon.

Ziba reached around as her hips continued their devilish grinding, and grabbing the chain, handed the end to Grey. They both looked at one another then in recollection

They bought it together. It had been a sex toy shop stop. They had picked out some stuff, and they had laughed at certain items, and marveled at others. At one point, Ziba saw the chain and instantly loved it. Buy this for me and put it on me, she had told Grey adamantly. Grey said oof course he would buy it for her, but questioned why. There was unfiltered honesty when Ziba responded to him, saying that if he put in on her, it would mean she was his and that no one else would ever be able to touch her like he could.

"I fell in love with you long before you showed me how dirty you are," Ziba smiled as she rested her hand on his chest, "the way you fuck me is just -mmmmmm- such a delightful bonus."

That was it. A moment in a world of feudal confrontation, where the swing of the blade nor the bullet of a gun had any power. In the face of a world so cast in shadows, Grey and Ziba had found one another, and persevered.

They held each other and simply gazed at one another, each listening to the symphonic passion that slipped carelessly from the other's lips.

Ziba traced Grey's scars in between shuttering bouts of explicit adulation while drawing ever closer to summing one last definitive time with the one man she knew she would want forever.

Grey found himself dumbfounded while caressing this perfect figure of a woman, seeking the memory of her every feature to exist long after all things went dark.

He felt the all too familiar twitches and began to warn her he was close, but instead she pressed a single finger against his lips and said:

"I want you to cum inside me, Grey."

After those words were utter, no more were spoken between them until long after the sun came up.

Ziba felt herself give in to the desperate pace of her body on the verge of something glorious.

Grey felt it rise in him, a hot ache with skin tingling tension,

The moment her orgasm struck, Ziba found herself without words or control. Luckily Grey was there to catch her in the immediate aftermath.

Grey saw her, the secret her she showed no one, found himself overwhelmed by the beauty of it, and could no longer hold back. His eyes forced themselves shut as he gasped with a shudder.

Grey grabbed her hips and accepted her full weight as Ziba cried out in a declaration of eternal intent, and then collapsed softly.

Once more, Grey and Ziba found themselves in their most vulnerable but favorable states. They stayed there until time had no meaning. Grey simply held Ziba close as the little shudders and happy tears out only to fall against Grey's chest.

Once the afterglow receded and exhaustion crept in, the two giggled in earnest fumbling. They had but a short distance to cover, for the master bedroom suite was on the opposite side of the office, but neither's legs seemed to want to function any longer.

At long last, and after several breaks to kiss and laugh, the two arrived at the massive sprawling bed amidst this inconceivable penthouse. Falling upon it's perfectly made surface, they simply curled into one another.

Laying on their sides, gazing into each others eyes, trading ever smaller kisses, until at last Gray watched Ziba slip into slumber, and then knew he could do the same as well.

The world would be a different place in the morning. War may erupt between Ziba's family and the other families, Grey may find himself in a place of violence, or an armistice may be reached. None could know. The only thing that could be certain was that they would face the world together.

They alone would be a beautiful world removed from the underworld they both would be feared within.