The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(73)

She shivered at his words, and he pressed a kiss to the raised mark his teeth had left on her neck.

“It’s all right, baby,” he said. “I had no idea. I would never have—”

“No!” she said, cutting him off. “That’s not why I shivered. The truth is… well, I really don’t know how to explain it, but I enjoyed every single thing… all of it. This was the best night of my life and if I had my way, it would never end.”

She was glad she had her back to him and couldn’t see his reaction to her ridiculous outburst. This was Zainon Matthews. He probably had girls fawning over him all the time… a theory which was only borne out by the long silence that ensued. Ella was about to break it, to change the subject, when he spoke.

“There is one thing I would change. You haven’t come yet,” he said quietly.

“Oh, that’s all right,” she said. “You don’t have to—”

“Do you want to?” he said, his warm hand sliding between her thighs and cupping her sex, which immediately resumed its former pulsating ache.

“Oh yes, Sir,” she breathed, grinding her still hard clit against his palm. “So very much.”

“You’re not too sore?”

“No. Besides, you know I like it when it hurts a little…”

He chuckled at the obvious understatement. “Very well. Turn around, so you’re facing me.”

Her heart pounding, Ella did as she was told, gasping with surprise when he, still seated, lifted her up so her sex was on a level with his mouth.

“Shall we see whether you taste as delicious as you look? You can hold on to me or the back of the sofa if you need to keep your balance,” he added before his lips settled around her rigid clit.

She had never known such squirming, breathless ecstasy. His big hands gripped her buttocks tightly, renewing the ache in her whipped flesh, not allowing her to move even just the slightest bit while he plundered every inch of her pussy with his mouth, his tongue flickering back and forth, around and around, until she thought she would scream with frustration because he kept bringing her close… so close to the edge… and then stopping.

“Beg me for it,” he growled, his breath cool against her wetness.

So Ella did. She begged, she pleaded, she promised to do anything, anything he ever wanted, so long as he didn’t stop until she—

When his grip on her ass tightened and he drew her stiff nubbin between his lips, hammering it with his tongue, she came apart, great waves of pleasure starting in that tiny bundle of nerves he was sucking so relentlessly, and rolling through her entire body until she was shaking and begging him to stop, to let go, she couldn’t take it anymore.

But it was apparently not in Zainon’s nature to give in, as he continued to lick and suck until he decided she’d had enough, not before. And that wasn’t until she had gone limp in his grasp, shuddering with overstimulation and exhaustion. Only then did he relent and draw her back down, cradling her in his arms once more.



Zainon’s thoughts were tumbling over one another as he held her, savoring the occasional ripple of aftershock which went through her exquisite body.

He was smitten.

It was too soon to talk about love, surely, but he did know this: he had bedded and played with many, many women, and none had ever affected him the way she had. Especially not in so short a time.

What she had told him about the way she lived, the way her so-called family treated her, had infuriated him to the point where he wanted nothing more than to keep her by his side. To make her happy. To see her smile.

For all his fame and fortune, even though he had luxurious apartments in both London and New York, when he returned from being on tour and all his friends went home, he was alone. And he was growing tired of feeling lonely.

He had pretty much given up on the idea of finding a partner ever since he’d made it big. There was never any way to tell whether or not a girl was interested in him as a person, or in Zainon Matthews the brand—and the money that came with it. He had serious trust issues.

Not to mention his kinks. Two hearts beat in his chest; one good, one bad. One light, one dark. Any woman he took on as his girlfriend—with a view to perhaps making her his wife one day—needed to be able to handle both. To accept the fact that as much as he loved to nurture, protect, cherish and worship her, his inner beast also needed to be sated sometimes. His tastes were extreme—far more extreme than most—and sometimes his dark desires demanded that he hurt, humiliate, and push that same woman to her breaking point. He would always be careful never to cause real or lasting harm, but there would certainly be times when she didn’t know that.

He had always been that way. There was something indescribable about the level of power and trust his partner had to give him in order for him to be able to break her… only to build her back up again afterwards. It was on a far deeper level than mere love or lust. It was primal.

And although he’d had his fair share of experienced submissives and slaves, Ella was the first girl who had seemed completely unfazed by even that side of him. Not only that, she genuinely enjoyed it. Her eyes, when he’d gripped her throat, rendering her unable to breathe, had been glazed with lust and trust, not fear. He’d actually felt her gush onto his cock.

Not to mention the fact that she’d been a virgin. He was her first. He would always be her first. That was something special, something that appealed to his protective and nurturing side. While her family had hurt her, no man ever had—not in a romantic sense. And if he ensured that he was her last as well as her first, he could rest easy in the knowledge that she would never have her heart broken by a man. He certainly didn’t intend to ever hurt her emotionally.