The Heart of His Lair (MSP #1)

Chapter 4

      After thirty minutes, Zia went out of the bathroom. She felt refreshed again after soaking in the bath tub, putting her night creams, and drying her hair.

      She shrieked when she saw a big figure leaning on the wall of her bathroom. She didn’t notice the figure because her bedroom was dimly lighted with just the glow of the moon coming from the window.

      “s**t! Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you, babe.” It was Ross. He stepped slightly out of the dark.

      “Why are you still here?” she asked, confused. She thought he would be gone.

      “I’d promised you I’ll stay,” he reminded her.

      “Oh! I thought you’d be gone after, you know…”

      Ross smiled. Only half of his face was visible. “I’m not going to do something you don’t want me to. I respect you too much, Zia.” Her heart melted. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t look, right? You’re so beautiful, Zia…” his gaze was leisurely travelling back and forth to her face and her body, there’s a look of appreciation in his eyes.

      That was when she noticed that she was still in a bathrobe with its hem line falling just mid-thighs, showing her soft creamy legs. Her puckered n*****s were pronounced through the robe. Her long wavy hair was softly flowing at her back, with some tendrils framing her face. She clutched the lapel of the robe tightly on her breast. She felt like Ross was slowly undressing her with the way he was looking at her.

      He averted his eyes from her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. “You’re too much, Zia.” he uttered softly.

      “Ahm, I think it’s better if I get dressed.” She walked past him when she suddenly tripped on something. Good thing, Ross was able to hold her quickly, saving her from falling on the floor.

      His arms were now snugly wounded around her. Her body was flustered in front of his. She couldn’t help looking at his eyes, then at his wicked full lips. “You’re tempting me, baby?”

      Zia closed her eyes, summoning some courage. She tiptoed on her feet to reach his lips. She licked them with her tongue, wanting to taste him again. While she was in the bathroom, she regretted when she turned him down. He’s a good man. That she knew. He just scared the hell out of her, with the way he erred some feelings in her that she hadn’t felt before.

      “Zia…,” Ross groaned her name on her lips. Then, abruptly covered her mouth with his, seemingly losing some of his control. “God, baby… If you don’t want to do this, now’s the right time before I totally lose my control,” he said hoarsely, his voice was pleading.

      “I want you, Ross…” She pushed herself further to his, flattening her chest on his.

      Ross aggressively pinned her on the wall, with his mouth still on her and started touching her everywhere, as if he had been deprived of her body for so long. She tentatively put her arms around his neck. She gasped when he stroked her n****e over her robe, then gingerly gripped the globe in his hand. His other hand went under her robe, caressing her thigh. He slowly lowered his head from her mouth, to her jaw, and to the side of her neck.

      “Oh!” she whimpered when he sucked the sensitive skin there.

      “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long,” he rasped on her neck. Me, too. Then, he had gone back on attacking her mouth.

      He lifted her up with ease. “Baby, put your legs around me,” he demanded. She did as she was told. He impatiently loosened the tie of her robe and parted them away, revealing her naked body before his eyes. Embarrassed, she tried to cover her breasts. “Don’t,” he stopped her. Then, he looked at her eyes. He gripped her hair painfully. “Don’t hide this body from me. This is mine now. You’re mine.” He lowered his head to her right breast to suck her n****e agonizingly, then massaged the other breast with his right hand. She moaned his name.

      “You’re mine,” he repeated. He alternatingly sucked her swollen n*****s, instinctively making her grind her hips on his stomach to assuage the ache she was feeling inside. He grinded back, and aligned his pulsating erection on the center of her arousal, making them both moan loudly. He started dry-humping her. He put his hand on her back to support her body, and pinned her on the wall with his hip. His right hand which was squeezing her butt had started caressing her slowly to the inside of her thighs, then proceeded on playfully touching her exposed sensitive core, which was now dripping wet. His fingers tentatively explore her lips, then ran them on her slit. She released a long moan, when she felt one of his fingers moved inside her. His mouth was f*****g hers with his tongue, the way he was f*****g her p***y with his finger.

      Ross released her mouth. “f**k, baby. You’re so tight,” he said with a painful voice.

      “Ross…,” she said with eyes closed. She didn’t know what to do. He was bombarding her with so much sensations.

      “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you, baby.” She heard the sound of a zipper. She moaned disappointingly when he pulled his finger from her p***y. But rewarded with something so much bigger. She looked down. The big swollen head of his c**k was making its way into her entrance.

      “Oh, God!” Seeing that had aroused her more.

      “Not God, baby. It’s Ross.”

      He started thrusting little by little. His face was contorted with pain. His breath was getting harsher and hasher.

      “Ross, please…”

      He plunged more of his engorged c**k inside her. She whimpered when he suddenly stopped. He looked at her eyes. “You’re a virgin,” he said angrily. He immediately pulled of out her, then calmly put her down. He turned his back on her, zipping himself inside his pants.

      All the excitement that she was feeling earlier had depleted out of her body. She bit her lip, closed her bath robe and secured it around her haphazardly. She didn’t want to be that exposed to him for this confrontation. He didn’t seem to like the fact that she was still untouched.

      “Ross…,” she called his name in a small voice.

      He faced her again. There was hurt in his eyes. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me? This is something you should have discussed with me,” he said harshly.

      Why is he angry at her? Then, she realized something. “Why? Don’t you want me anymore? Just because I’m—I’m still a virgin?”she said hesitantly. Maybe he wanted a woman who was more experienced.

      “f**k! No, Zia. I want you. There’s no doubt about that.” He held her face on both hands. “This is not about that, okay? I almost hurt you. You’re first time should be special. You deserve candlelights and roses.”

      Zia didn’t believe in him.

      “Come here,” he pulled her to his arms. She leaned her head on her chest. “Let’s make this slow, okay?” She nodded.

      “I know it’s going to be special, Ross. Because it’s with you,” her voice was muffled by his shirt.

      His body tensed. He looked down at her and brushed some of the tendrils on her face. “Do you trust me, baby?”

      Her eyes softened, “I trust you, Ross.” She knew she shouldn’t, but she did. Ross always looked cold and calculating. But whenever she saw him around, his eyes always softened.

      He lifted her in his arms and carefully laid her down across her bed. He switched on the light of the bedside lampshade, giving the room a dreamy orange glow. Then, he lay down beside her. He started petting her, while he was looking directly in her eyes.

      Something had changed. There was still need in the air but the urgency was gone. He was looking at her as if she was the most precious thing in his world. No one had ever looked at her like that before.

      “I’m going to start kissing you, baby…” he said tenderly. “Here,” he touched her lips. “Here.” Then, her breast. “Here.” Her stomach. “And here.” Her p***y.

      She gasped. Her eyes widened. “So innocent,” his eyes darkened. “And mine.” He crossed the last inches between his face and hers, then started licking her lips. “Say it. Say that you’re mine.” His head angled down on her neck, nipping it lightly. Ohhhh… She closed her eyes.

      “Say it,” he commanded. He was now on top of her, his body was flustered on hers from his hips down. Both of his arms were on each side of her head, supporting his body, for him not to totally crash her petite body.

      She tried to focus on what he was saying rather than the sensations he was eliciting from her. “You’re mine,” she said hoarsely.

      She felt him smile on her neck. “That’s true, baby. But that’s not what I’m asking.” He was now nipping her chin. He brushed away the lapel of her of her robe, revealing one creamy breast. “Perfect,” he murmured sexily as he lovingly kneaded her globe with his left hand. She cried out when he flippantly bit her rosy n****e with his teeth, making her rubbed her body against his, the little pain was bringing more pleasure to her most intimate part.

      “I’m still waiting, baby.” He started sucking her other breast.

      “Ah… I can’t think Ross.” She told him honestly. He laughed, enjoying the fact that he had this effect on her.

      He leaned away a little, giving her space to breath. He kissed her nose sweetly. “Now, say you’re mine,” he insisted.

      “I’m yours,” she unerringly complied.

      “No man’s going to see you like this,” he commanded. “Understand?”

      She docilely nodded her head.

      Then, he started kissing her again possessively, as if owning her.

      “What’s this?” he said, running his calloused index finger under the side of her left breast. She looked down at was he was referring. It was a tattoo of a small semi-circular shape with white color and a black dot in the middle. “It’s Yin,” he stated. She nodded. “Tell me about it.” Why? She so much preferred they continued what they were doing. That was more interesting than her tattoo.

      He kept staring at her, waiting for her to talk. So much for wishing he kissed her again. So, she acquiesced. “I had it done two years ago, when my sister and I got drunk in Chris’ condo. I was twenty-one and Xyra was only sixteen.” She laughed lightly, remembering that night. If her mama and papa learned that both sisters got wasted that one night, especially Xyra, they would have sent them to the monastery. She was not exaggerating. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? Only Chris, Xyra and I knew that. And of course, you.”

      “Promise,” he agreed, still rubbing the skin under her breast, where the tiny tattoo was located.

      “So yeah, we got wasted for the first time. And the last time. Mind you, the morning after was not a happy experience. It was only me and Xyra who got drunk. Chris just drank a little, saying he needed to look out for us, in case we did something. He’s right.”

      “Why did you get drunk?” he asked inquisitively, listening intently to her story. She liked that.

      “I had my heart broken by a boy I had been crushing on. He was courting me back then, which really made me happy, you know. That night, I went to his house to surprise him. I planned on saying ‘yes’ to him. To be his girlfriend.  But I was the one who got surprised. I saw him kissing and fondling another girl. So I called Chris and Xyra, and got drunk.” She wrinkled her nose and pouted. “It funny, though. I can’t even remember his face. So, I guess it was just puppy love?”

      Ross kissed her pouted lips. “His loss, my gain,” her heart melted. “What’s his name?”

      “Anthony.”

      “Full name, babe?” he insisted.                     

      “Anthony Delos Santos. Why?” she asked curiously.

      “Nothing,” he said unemotionally.

       She looked at him through slit eyes. “You’re not going to do something to him, are you?”

      “Why would you say that?” He asked her, innocently. Too innocent.

      “I know you, Ross.” It felt like they had been together for a long time now, though, she was only able to know him closely for a few hours.

      “I’m not going do to anything.”

      “Promise?”

      “Yeah,” he said absently. He didn’t say the word ‘promise’, like he always did when she asked him to. He didn’t intend to keep it. She would let it go, for now.

      He kissed her temple. “Then, you had this tattoo done?”

      “Yeah. Good thing, Chris was not that wasted. He was able to drive us to the tattoo shop safely. I promised that night that the next time I allow a man to be that close to me again, he will be my ‘Yang’.” Her other half. “That’s why it’s Yin.”

      He held her chin with his thumb and index finger, and looked intently in her eyes. “I’ll be your Yang.” She swallowed. She didn’t know what to say to that.

      “You also have tattoo,” she said, changing the subject. She was referring to the black ink peeking from the sleeve of his left arm. It was a head of an eagle intricately connected with the Philippine flag. She wondered where it began and ended. “Do you also have any other tattoos?” He nodded.

      “Will you tell me about them?” She wanted to know everything about him. His favorite food. Favorite color. His scars. His life.

      “Yeah.  But not now. I’m pretty occupied here.” He ran his right hand on the curve of her left side.

      “Tomorrow?”

      “Tomorrow,” he agreed, removing her robe from her arms. He lifted her slightly to pull it from under her body, then carelessly threw it over his shoulder. Now, she was fully naked.  “You’re so f*****g beautiful, baby…”

      Zia moved her hands under his shirt to feel his warm skin. But Ross clasped her wrists. “Don’t.”

      “I want to touch you,” she pouted.

      “Not tonight, baby. If you touch me, I’m going to lose my control. I’m just hanging on a thread here,” he said painfully, grinding his hips on her, making her open her legs to him. His big erection had centered on her wet p***y. He moved her arms over her head, making her chest thrust upward. Her puckered n*****s brushed against his shirt. She opened her legs further to accommodate him, and rubbed her sensitive core on his bulge. The friction of his camo pants made her moan.

      “Baby…,” he growled, leaning his forehead on hers, breathing hard.

      “Don’t you want to feel my skin on yours?” she whispered seductively. She didn’t know where this confidence was coming from. All she knew was she liked the idea of having this kind of power over him, even though he was the one who was on top.

      Ross closed his eyes. “I want that. But tonight is about you, baby.” Then, he opened his eyes, seemingly in control again. Someday, she would test that control. He was going to lose that control. And she would relished that moment.

      Still holding her wrists over her head, he demanded, “Stay.” Then, he released them. He moved his head to her chest, then ran his sexy tongue from the middle of her chest, to her stomach, to her navel, until he reached her p***y. He moved at the edge of the bed, and kneeled on the floor. He opened her legs to her scrutiny. “You’re also beautiful down here, baby,” he was looking hungrily at the pink, rosy lips of her p***y.

      Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?” she said, alarmed.

      He smiled naughtily. “I told you I’m going to take of you, didn’t I?” He didn’t mean he was going to go down there, right? She instinctively closed her legs, but he stopped her. Good thing, she was able to shave that morning.

      Zia squealed when he stuck his nose on her p***y, smelling her. He opened her p***y lips with his thumb and index finger, then he ran his tongue on her slit. “You taste so good, baby.” Ohhh…that wicked tongue! She cried out when he sucked her c**t on his mouth. She felt more of her fluid had run out of her opening. Then, he started lapping her p***y, with his tongue f*****g her. s**t! That feels so good. She impulsively lifted her hips from the bed to move away from his assault. No! Not to move away but to push herself more to him. He put his left hand on her midriff to stop her from moving. “So responsive.”

      Zia looked down and saw his head moving between her legs. His eyes were closed, hungrily eating her. It was so hot! Ross inserted a finger inside her, then put another one. He was now f*****g her with his mouth and fingers.

      The sensation was too much. The pleasure was building inside her so fast, signaling her orgasm. She unconsciously swayed her hips to the movement of his assaulting mouth to reach that ecstasy she was aiming for. She put the knuckles of her right hand on her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Her left hand was holding his head, pulling and pushing it to the movement of her hips. She heard him growl against her p***y, encouraging her. Oh, God! “Scream my name, baby. Come to me now.”

      As if on cue, she screamed his name and came so hard. Ross didn’t stop lapping her p***y, prolonging her rapture. He released an animalistic sound while sucking her juices. Her legs were trembling. The lips of her p***y were quivering.

      “Ross…,”

      Ross kissed her p***y one last time, then came back on top of her. “Goddammit! You’re so beautiful when you came.” Then, he kissed her mouth. She was able to taste herself. It should have grossed her out, but it didn’t. In fact, it felt more intimate.

      Zia’s eyes started drooping. Sleep was slowly catching up on her, after experiencing such bliss. She didn’t want to give in yet. She needed to do something. For Ross. So, she cupped the bulge on his pants, and squeezed. He groaned. “f**k!”

      Ross clutched her hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed her palm. Then, he clasped it on his cheek, rubbing his face on it. “Not tonight, baby. You’re tired. You need to rest.”

       “Tomorrow?” Her eyes were now closed.

      “Not tomorrow,” he said painfully. She frowned.

      She tried to open her eyes a little bit to see him. “Why?”

      “Let’s have dinner first.” Ross didn’t ask, he demanded. He lifted her slightly, positioning them properly on the bed.

      “Like a date?” Sleep was conquering her mind, making her close her eyes again.

      “Yeah. Like a date,” he murmured. She felt him caress her cheek.

      She smiled. She liked that. “Okay.”

      “Sleep now, baby,” he encouraged.

      “Hmmm…” she sleepily hugged him, pushing more of herself into his warmth. His arm tightened around her waist, caressing the skin there.

      “Ross?”

      “Yeah?”

      “Don’t go, okay?”

      “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He promised, kissing her forehead.

      Satisfied, Zia breathed softly, finally succumbing to the lull of sleep, knowing that she was safe in the arms of her ‘Yang.’