The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(72)

She cried out as he began to increase his pace, ploughing into her hard and fast, his teeth once again finding that delicious place where her neck and shoulder met, and biting her possessively. His behavior reminded her of an animal as he mauled her breasts, his husky voice whispering how beautiful she was, how she was his now.

His.

Ella wasn’t na?ve enough to believe that he meant it—even she knew enough to realize that men had a reputation of saying anything in the throes of passion—but she couldn’t deny the warmth which spread over her at those words, nor the desperate wish that he did mean it.

The feelings he was invoking in her were like a drug; the more he gave her, the more she wanted. And she wanted to feel them forever.

“I’m sorry, baby, you’re just too damn exquisite, I’m afraid I’m not gonna hold out much longer,” Zainon groaned, his pelvis grinding against her with more urgency.

Her response was to raise her head and kiss his shoulder, at which something inside him seemed to snap. Wrapping his hand around her throat, he pushed her head back down and growled as he squeezed.

Ella couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but allow him to pin her down—and yet her pussy responded instantly, clutching at him, that delicious ache increasing until she thought she might explode.

The tingling went all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, and she was just about to lose control when he gave a shout, one last, deep, thrust, and collapsed, shuddering, on top of her, removing his hand from her throat and panting into her hair.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before in my life,” he groaned.

I think I love you, she thought, relishing his weight and heat, trying to ignore the insistent, unsated pounding between her legs.

After a few moments to get his breath back, he raised himself enough that he could look down into her face. “Did you come?”

“No, Sir, but it’s fine—”

“No it isn’t,” he said, “but it’s okay. You will now.” He had just withdrawn from her when he paused. “You on your period?” he said at length.

Ella considered lying and saying yes but decided he might want to know the truth. “No, Sir.”

He chuckled. “There’s blood on me. Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”

She remained silent, the heat prickling across her face as she blushed.

His startling eyes met hers, his expression suddenly very still. “You’re a virgin?” he said slowly. “Are you kidding me? Oh, fuck.”

“I was,” she said quietly, unable to suppress a small smile at the look on his face. “I guess I’m not now.”

“This isn’t fucking funny,” he snapped, getting off the couch and disposing of the condom. “Christ, if I’d known… I would never have… I would have been more damn gentle, for a start—”

“Please, Zainon. Sir.” She cast about, trying to find the right words. “It was wonderful. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. And I’m so, so glad it was you. I meant it when I said I’m yours.” There was a pause. “Are you worried you hurt me?” She raised an eyebrow and at last he smiled.

“Cheeky little Ella doll,” he said, going to the sink and wetting a washcloth before moving back to the couch. After he’d handed it to her and she’d wiped between her legs, he took her in his arms. “Wow. Your first time? You did great.” He kissed her forehead. “I didn’t even suspect. So this Nathan never—”

“No! Like I said, he’s my stepbrother!”

Zainon shrugged. “So? First of all, that’s not typically a blood relation, and second of all, we have all sorts of titles in the scene. I don’t know whether he’s your proper real-life stepbrother or just someone you asked to fulfil that role.” He paused, caressing her cheek. “I don’t know anything about you except what I feel when you look at me that way.”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” she said, “but it’s not a very nice story.”

She expected him to tell her to dress and leave—after all, he’d had her, so what reason could he possibly have to ask her to stay and tell him all about herself? Why should he care? But to her immense surprise he reached down behind the sofa and retrieved a big fleece blanket. Settling her, still naked, on his lap, he wrapped them both in the soft material and held her close.

“I do want to know,” he said after a few moments. “I don’t know why, but there’s something about you that brings out sides of me I usually keep hidden—both good and bad. Tell me about yourself. Please.”

Unwilling to bore him, she kept it as short and matter-of-fact as she could, telling him about her stepmother, Nathan, and Anastasia, and how she was forced to live in what essentially boiled down to unpaid servitude.

Zainon listened without interrupting, occasionally kissing the top of her head, his arms tightening around her the more she talked.

“My God, that’s awful,” he breathed when she’d finally finished. “My poor little doll. You’re like a modern-day Cinderella.”

“Or just Ella,” she said with a giggle. “You’re definitely a good fit for Prince Charming.”

He gave a bark of laughter at that. “Hardly. You barely saw a glimpse of my dark side this evening, princess. My tastes run far deeper and more sadistic than that.”