Zahirah Chapter 19

The kids were in bed for the night, and we were finally alone. After bringing them home from school, it was hard to ignore Twisted. He kept whispering things in my ear or giving me touches when the kids weren't looking. Both just made my body stay alive with desire for him. The man was evil but in a delicious way. He had me so turned on I wanted to send them to bed at seven o'clock. Their bedtime on school nights was ten. On the weekends, it was midnight since they didn't have to get up early. Lots of times, they'd retire early at the old house to their rooms to entertain themselves. Not here. They loved to spend time as a family. Twisted gave them something I guess they had been missing. He always listened and gave them attention.

He even helped with homework if it was something he knew. He might not have gone to college, but he was far from ignorant. He knew math way better than I did. For me, it was English, science, and even languages. He was a history guy, too. Aliya was taking Spanish, though she was considering switching to ASL. She spoke two languages already, and Spanish was easier than she thought, so she was sure she could continue to study it on her own.

Arif didn't need to worry about those until he got to high school. I prayed a lot that by the time he did, the kids would be better than those terrible boys Aliya had to deal with. We'd asked her if she had any run-ins today. She said no, although they still watched her from a distance. Out of her hearing, Twisted swore they would be taught a lesson. Wire's attempts to prove they were the ones at the house had failed, much to his dismay. Twisted explained that Wire took it as a personal affront to his abilities and was more determined than ever to find proof. I decided I'd have a talk with him to assure him I knew it wasn't his fault. However, that would have to wait. Right now, I was more interested in finding out what my man had in store for me.

I was bathed and ready. He had insisted I have a relaxing bubble bath before we went to bed. There was a twinkle in his eyes. I was dying to know what it meant. While I bathed, he was busy in our bedroom. I heard him moving around. His only demand was, when I was done, not to come out until I called him so he could come get me. I was shaved, and my skin was fragrant and soft with the oils I used. I had my hair up with pieces artistically hanging down. I was putting in effort, too. In addition, when he wasn't paying attention, I slipped a surprise out of one of my dresser drawers.

It was a sexy number I'd ordered after meeting him, and we began an intimate relationship. I knew he loved me to be naked, but his reaction to my dancing outfit had told me he didn't mind clothing, at least for a bit. It was a bodysuit, yet not one I'd ever worn. It was sheer white fabric, and the front was cut to almost my belly button. The edges were scalloped, and there were two thin bands that wrapped around the whole thing. Embroidered all over the front were beautiful flowers, mainly purple with teal outlining them. In the back, it dipped to my waist, and the bands changed to teal. The bottom was a thong in the back. It made me feel feminine and very sexy in it. I was ready.

"Brody, I'm ready," I called out.

"Be right there."

I anxiously waited, and even though it was less than a minute before he came through the door, I wanted to pace. When he saw me, he froze. His eyes hungrily devoured me as his mouth gaped. When he licked his lower lip, I knew it was a success. He slowly came to me. When he reached me, he said hoarsely, "I fucking love that. Christ, you're trying to kill me. As if you alone aren't enough, you have to do this. Where did you get this?"

"On a site called Wickedweasel. They have so many very interesting pieces. I thought this one you might like, but there are others."

"Turn for me."

I slowly twirled. He groaned when he saw the back. When I faced him again, his hands were coming out to touch me. I noted the shorts he had on were tented by a massive erection. He ran his fingers lightly over the fabric of my suit, making sure he went over my nipples. They hardened. He teased back and forth a few times, then kept going. I thought he was going to run them over my clit, but he stopped just short.

"Brody, that's mean."

He smirked. "I know, but I don't want you coming yet. I promise I'll make it up to you. I need you to come with me. Close your eyes and keep them that way until I tell you to open them."

Closing them, he took my hand, and I began to walk. It was weird not to be able to see and have to trust someone to keep you from running into something. He navigated me into the bedroom. I tried to guess where exactly in it we were, but it was hard to tell. How did blind people do it? I sensed him move behind me, then his hands landed on my low back and slid down to caress, then knead my ass. His finger slipped into the crack and rubbed over my back hole. I moaned. We'd played there more than once, but it hadn't gone to the point of having full-on anal sex. I was ready. I guess he might be waiting for me to ask for it. Tonight might be the night to do it.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

I opened them to find he'd transformed the bedroom. There were lit candles all over, giving it a warm glow. On the posts of our bed were now long, sheer, gauzy pieces of fabric. I saw they could be closed on the rail that ran around it. They were gold and brought out the gold in the bedding. As I checked it out more, I saw items on his nightstand. I almost moaned. There were vibrators, dildoes, and more. He had the covers turned down.

"Get on the bed and lie in the middle. Spread your legs and put your arms up," he instructed.

Knowing it would only end in my pleasure, I did it without a protest. As soon as I was in position, he kneeled on the bed, and that's when I noticed something else. He'd secured somehow at both ends of the mattress bed restraints. He applied them first to my wrists. They were restrictive, but they didn't hurt. He made sure to ask, though. When I assured him they weren't, he applied the ones to my ankles. It was somewhat frightening to find yourself unable to escape. Even though I trusted him, it made my breathing hitch at the realization.

"Is this okay? If you don't want them, tell me."

"I do want them. It just is a bit scary to think I'm at your mercy."

"Zari, I would never hurt you. Which means I don't ever want you to do something you don't want to, not even to please me. All I need is you, not the toys or anything else. Yes, I get enjoyment out of them, but it's due to watching you enjoy what I do. If you don't, then there's no point in it. Being with you satisfies all my sexual needs even if all we do is have missionary sex."

I smiled at him. " Aziz , you never have to worry about us only having missionary sex, I promise. I do love to explore. There are things I've always wondered about but never had the chance to find out if I'd like them or not. You give me those opportunities and so much more. I do promise I will tell you no if you want something I don't—enough talk. Let's get back to what you had planned for tonight. I believe you were paying me back for some reason."

This made him smile roguishly. "Thank you for the reminder. So tonight, I'm afraid you're at my mercy. Unless you outright say no, I will be the one deciding what happens to you and when. That means if I don't want you to orgasm, then you won't."

"No, Brody, please, you can't tease me and then never let me come! That's cruel."

"It won't last forever. I swear, before the night is over, you'll get to come, but it's not likely to be when you think you need to. You're my plaything. I want to see how far I can make you lose your mind. I want you to scream for me. Beg. Promise me anything." I was able to hear the excitement in his voice. And if I didn't, his erection told the tale. It was bigger, I think. I whimpered at the thought of what was to come.

"Do you consent to this?"

"I do, but the screaming needs to be kept down. I don't want the kids to hear us."

"Oh, baby, they won't. I forgot to mention that when I had this place built, I planned ahead. I told you I hoped to have a family one day. With that hope in mind, I made sure the master bedroom was soundproofed. I want my woman to be able to let go and get vocal. Scream as loud and often as you want."

From his wicked smile, I knew he meant to see how loud he could get me. Oh God, what had I agreed to? The thrill of finding out shot through my body in the form of tingling. His shifting off the bed got my attention. He picked up an item from the stand. It was small, and based on the shape and my own research, I knew it was a bullet vibrator. He brought it back and sat on the bed so he could reach me. The buzzing sound it made when he turned it on seemed extra loud.

He winked right before he started at my mouth. He teased my lips, making them tingle before running it down my neck. It was pleasant enough but nothing amazing. That was until he got to my nipples and applied it. That made me stiffen and moan as fiery tingles shot from my nipples to my pussy. He let it vibrate back and forth between them, and I was quickly racing toward an orgasm when he moved it to caress my upper abs. I couldn't stop my slight whine of disapproval from escaping.

He made a tsking sound and said, "Remember, I say when you come, not you. Let's see what else you enjoy."

He kept moving it around and even came back a couple of times to my nipples. I was about to plead for him to touch my clit with it when he pressed it there. I moaned in relief, but it soon turned to moans of joy and then dismay when he removed it. I knew the fabric of the bodysuit between my legs was soaked.

He kept me on edge and went to the soles of my feet. When he was done, he went back to the upper half of me. I was trying to wiggle away, but I was trapped. This time when he concentrated on my nipples and then my pussy, I was practically sobbing when he would leave me unsatisfied. I tugged on my restraints, hoping to get loose so I could get myself off, but no such luck. I began to wonder how long he would deny me. I was already feeling feral.

Suddenly, his mouth was on mine. I hungrily kissed him back, our tongues getting in on the action. I nipped his lip with my teeth as payback for not letting me come. I guess I did it too hard because I tasted blood right after. He pulled away. I thought he'd be upset, but he was smiling.

"I take this to mean you really want to come," he wiped his lip with a finger and then pressed it into my mouth. I licked it clean. I mean, I swallowed his cum. Tasting a tiny bit of his blood wasn't anything.

"I didn't mean to bite so hard."

"I don't mind. Just make sure never to bite my cock that way."

"I'd never do that. There's no way I want to hurt it or put it out of commission."

"Oh, so the truth comes out. You only love me for my cock and what it does to you."

"Well," I said, drawing out the word and then stopping as I quirked up my brow.

"Well, what?"

"Well, I mean, maybe I do, or maybe I don't. It's hard to know when I'm so desperate to come."

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that."

Fearing he meant to go back to torturing me without letting me reach a release, I pleaded next. "Please, no, I didn't mean it. I was only kidding. I love you, Brody, the man, not just your cock."

"Hmm, we'll just have to see."

Immediately the bullet was back to inflaming my breasts, then my pussy. Sometime later, I was sobbing and had no idea how long we'd been at it, but I was seriously scared I might lose my mind when he pressed the bullet to my clit and didn't remove it. It took mere moments for me to come. And when I did, I not only screamed loudly, but I squirted.

I'd heard and read about such a thing, but I'd never done it and had wondered if it was even possible. Well, unless I pissed myself, which I didn't think I had, then it was real. I wailed, and my body shook hard as my release went on and on. By the time I stopped coming, I had slumped, exhausted, on the mattress. While I was recovering, Twisted removed the bullet vibrator and turned it off.

"How was that? Did you get off harder?"

"God," was all I was able to say. My voice was hoarse. He chuckled.

"Ready for more?"

I whimpered, although, in truth, I would take anything he gave me, even if I did feel half dead.

"Oh wait, it doesn't matter if you are or not. You're my plaything. Hmm, there's something I need to check."

He followed up that cryptic remark by kneeling between my widespread legs and then dipping his head. I heard him inhale deeply. Christ, he was smelling my pussy! I would've been mortified and worried if he didn't groan in a good way.

"I've gotta," he muttered. The next thing I knew, the edge of my bodysuit was pushed aside, and his tongue licked me from bottom to top. When he got to my clit, he sucked hard on it.

He didn't just do it once and then be done. He kept it up. Before I knew it, he added a couple of fingers inside of me and was thrusting like he was fucking me as he ate me. My body woke up, and the building toward another orgasm began. I was climbing hard and fast and was preparing to come when he stopped and sat up. I growled at him in frustration.

"Baby, you're not the only one being tortured here. Look at this," he said as he shoved his shorts down and fisted his cock.

It was dark red, and the head was almost purple. Cum glistened all over the knob and was even sliding down his shaft. He shook it at me. "Look! Do you know how badly I want to sink this into you and fuck you like an animal? Worse than I have ever wanted to with you. Watching you come, hearing your cries, smelling and tasting your pussy. It makes me insane."

"And when you sink your cock into me, do you want it to be in my pussy or my ass?" I thought it was time for me to torture him a bit.

He jerked, and his eyes flared with even more heat. "Zari, don't toy with me. This isn't the time. I thought it would be easier to drive you insane and stay in control, but it's not. Taunting me with the hope of taking your sweet, tight ass isn't fair."

"What if it's not a taunt? What if I want you to fuck my ass with that big cock of yours? I've been dreaming of it. I've been waiting for you to suggest it or ask, but you haven't, so this is me asking. No game. Will you fuck my ass?"

His breathing ratcheted up, and he let go of his shaft and grasped his balls, which he then squeezed. "You've got five seconds to change your mind," he muttered.

I kept quiet. When I didn't say no, he was moving. He released my ankles, then my wrists. As soon as I was free, he sat me up. "Get this off before I rip it off you."

Not wanting that since it hadn't been cheap, I stood and slithered out of the bodysuit. I barely had it off before I was lifted and thrown down on the bed. I gulped. Maybe having anal sex for the first time when he was this horny wasn't a good idea.

"I can't take your ass like this. First, I need to take the edge off. If I get too rough, tell me," he said a second before he slammed his cock into my pussy. I cried out at the invasion. Even though we'd had sex numerous times, he always stretched me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He moaned, and his face had an almost painful expression on it.

"Yes! God, yes, Fuck, you're so wet." He told me this as he held himself still, then he let go.

We'd been wild in bed together, but he'd never taken me this hard and fast. His hips slapped into mine loudly. I was ramping up to an orgasm pretty fast. Before I reached it, though, he pulled out, turned me on my belly, then yanked up my hips and thrust back inside. This let him go deeper, and God did he go deeper. I swore he was in my belly. His groans were getting louder. I was seconds away from coming, and I feared he'd stop, but he didn't. When I went over, my scream was strangled. I clenched him as hard as I could. He growled, then thrust a few more times. Then he roared as he came. He flooded me with his warm cum. I eagerly milked it from him.

I was barely conscious when he pulled out. I shivered. I was lying there with my eyes closed. They opened when I heard a snapping sound. I found him at the bedside. He had a tube of lube in his hand. I gulped when I saw his cock was as hard as ever. He gave me a heated look.

"Still want me to take it?"

Praying I'd live through it, I nodded yes. He got back on the bed. He arranged me in what they called child's pose in yoga. My knees were tucked up underneath my stomach, raising my ass up. I jumped when cool lube ran down my crack, then moaned when a finger worked its way inside. He was gentle and took his time preparing me. One finger became two, then three. It burned and did hurt, but nothing unbearable. Next, he was pressing something inside of me. Glancing back at him, he told me what it was.

"It's a plug. I want you to feel something a bit bigger for a couple of minutes."

He didn't just insert it and stop. No, after he got it in all the way, which made me hiss once or twice, he initiated a slow pace of thrusting it in and out. As the burning subsided, the blissfulness started to build. I was so far into how good it was feeling it took a moment to register when he removed it. Before I was able to protest, the head of his cock was pressing into me. I fought to stay relaxed and breathe.

He slowly pushed, then retreated a bit, then pushed again. He was stretching the hell out of me, but the way he prepared me made it a lot less uncomfortable than I had anticipated. When he eventually stopped after working himself slowly all the way in, I took several deep breaths. He leaned over me and kissed my back.

"Zari, how does it feel? Keep going?"

"Yes, you can keep going," I told him.

Honestly, I kind of figured this would be more for his enjoyment than mine, but as long as it wasn't awful, I'd let him try it once and then decide. The first few strokes weren't comfortable, but then it was as if something else switched on, and the sense of enjoyment materialized. It kept going until I was not only asking him for more but begging.

"Brody, oh shit, more," I begged as I thrust back to meet his stroke.

He groaned. "Fuck, you have no idea, Storm. No idea how good you feel right now. Goddamn," he muttered. His thrusts sped up, and I moved toward another orgasm. A couple of minutes later, when I got there, I sobbed brokenly into the mattress as I came. He was grunting and chanting my name as he unloaded again.

When he stopped coming, he slowly withdrew and then fell next to me on the bed. He rubbed a soothing hand up and down my back. I nuzzled into his chest and gave him a kiss.

"Zari, you're fucking beyond incredible. Thank you."

"I should be the one saying those things to you. Wow, I, yeah, not what I thought it would be, any of it, but it was spectacular."

"Sure you don't just love me for my cock?"

He laughed, then hissed when I tweaked his nipples. This led to a mock wrestling contest. By the time we were done, I knew we needed to get cleaned up like he said, but I still protested, which led to him carrying me. We finished up with a soak in the tub, which he insisted I needed. God, I loved him.

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The past couple of days had been less than ideal for me. It had nothing to do with living with Twisted or on the compound. That whole change was going great. It was all about other people who had to be shitty and cause problems. It started with the letter I got from the planning and zoning department at the city building. It seemed my house, which I hadn't put up for sale or anything yet, had suddenly been deemed not meeting zoning and building codes. I was told to correct them immediately or face fines and legal action. It didn't take a genius to know it was something Jenner had instigated to get back at us for his son, who no one had spoken to in weeks.

Twisted wasn't happy when he read the letter, but he told me not to worry or respond to it and instead to let the club's lawyer handle it. He took the paperwork from me and sent it off to him. This decision had two good outcomes. The law office their lawyer worked in had a business and contract law savvy associate. Twisted suggested I consider using him as my lawyer to deal with Mr. Arnold.

Yes, Arnold was still trying to make my life hell which was another shitty thing I was dealing with. He had been emailing and trying to call me daily to ask why I hadn't sent the new contract back, as if he didn't know the damn answer. When I wouldn't respond, he left messages and emails, making threats about suing me if I broke our contract. I didn't tell Twisted about the first few, but he caught me reading one of the emails, and when he read it, he'd gone ballistic. I then had to confess what Arnold had been doing. Recalling it made me half cringe and half laugh.

"I want you to call that fucker and put him on speaker. I'm having a talk with him. He thinks it's alright to harass and threaten. See what he thinks when he's on the receiving end."

"Aziz, you don't have to talk to him. It's my place. I've been ignoring him, but I see that I need to talk to him. This is getting ridiculous."

"Goddamn right, it is. He thinks you can be pushed around because you're a woman, and from what you've said, he's prejudiced, too. I'll let you talk, but I'm not staying quiet if he goes ugly. It's this, or I find his offices, and I pay him a visit even if I have to go out of state to do it."

"He's in Raleigh, but I don't want you to do that. Okay, I'll call him, but please, I've got to speak to him first."

"You can."

I brought his number up on my phone and called him. He'd recognize my number, so I partially hoped he'd answer while the other part of me prayed he wouldn't. He answered on the third ring. He started talking before I even had a chance to speak.

"It's about time you called me. I want you to know I don't appreciate how unprofessional you've been. I've been calling and emailing you for days. Your fiancé assured me he'd get you to see reason. I tried calling him, but he hasn't returned my calls either." He sounded very disgruntled. I caught Twisted making a fist out of the corner of my eye. If I wanted my chance to talk, I'd better hurry.

"Mr. Arnold, I've been busy, and honestly, there was nothing to discuss. I explained in my call with you over a week ago that our professional relationship was being terminated. You received the signed notice of that termination, which specifies ninety days from that date, that you and I will no longer have any relationship. I informed you I would not sign your new contract during the call as well. I really don't understand what else we would have to talk about. Although I am curious, who exactly spoke to you as my fiancé?"

"I know what you're doing. You think you can rip me off by threatening not to sign the contract. You want to hike your rates up to the point where I won't make any money. That's not how business is done. Maybe if you listened to your fiancé, he could explain how the business world works. And you know exactly who your fiancé is, Faheem Nader," he said impatiently.

Hearing him say Faheem was my fiancé enraged me, but it also struck me humorously because if he was waiting for him to call him back, he had a long ass wait, an eternity. Of course, I couldn't say that. We heard he had been reported missing by his boss, but no one had a clue where he was.

"Faheem Nader is not my fiancé, nor does he have any say or influence over me. I don't know how you and he connected, but any discussions with him regarding my business aren't authorized. You will cease those immediately. As for wanting more money, yes, I do, and the freedom to design for whomever I want. I was never going to give you exclusive rights. And I know how business works. You wouldn't be left making nothing. Don't treat me like I'm an empty-headed fool."

"I've known Faheem for years. You're denying the connection, and I don't know why, but when I speak to him again, I'll tell him I don't appreciate this. I won't be treated this way! If you persist, I'll have no recourse but to sue you for breach of contract," he shouted. This was the end of Twisted's patience, I guess, because he leaned toward my phone and took over the conversation. At this point, I was done wasting my breath with the idiot on the other end.

"Listen here, you little cockroach. Zahirah has told you she's no longer working with you. There is no signing a new contract or even staying with the old one. Even if you were to offer to sign her new contract, she wouldn't stick with you. She's an extremely talented artist you've been taking advantage of, but it ends now."

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm her man. And may I say, it pisses me off that a man is talking to you about her who claims he's her fiancé. I have news for you. I'm the only man she'll be marrying. This is the last time you'll speak to her—no more calls, texts, or emails. If you're stupid enough to sue her, I wish you luck. She has her lawyer on standby for it. If you continue to harass her or if we find out you've slandered her or her business, your ass will be taken for everything you have."

"I asked you your name!"

"I go by Twisted. In case you wonder why the odd name, it's my road name. I'm part of a motorcycle club. Are you familiar with those? If not, I suggest you become acquainted. We don't tolerate people hurting our loved ones, and Zahirah is most certainly my loved one. She's my old lady. I'll do anything for her. Have I made myself clear, or do you and I need to meet in person?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Why no, do you feel like I am, Arnold? I was just clarifying. Your working relationship with her is over. You may do what you think you have to, and we'll do the same. Heed me, no more calls, texts, or emails."

Arnold had sputtered and tried to act big, but it went nowhere, and we soon hung up. Afterward, Twisted and I had a long talk. I promised if Arnold attempted to contact me again, I'd let him know right away. Boy, was my man protective. It was kinda nice after all this time alone. These problems had me feeling like something was just waiting to happen. I prayed I was wrong. Well, stewing about it wouldn't help, so back to work. I had a design to finish.