Disciplined (11 page)

Feeling self-conscious, she bashfully placed her palm against his. Her lashes fluttered, and her heart thumped with emotion as the sudden sparks of memories and a montage of lifetimes she’d shared with Hoku flickered across her mind.

North America, 1630
. Showing incredible bravery, her lover snatched her in the midst of the marriage ceremony. Fleeing an arranged marriage, she joined him on his horse, ran away with him. She grasped his waist, held on with all her might as he yelled commands and drove the horse down a dusty trail and around the bend of a mountain. Her love’s black braids blew in the wind, as the agile animal’s thundering hooves made the dangerous, sharp turn. Her breath came out in terrified pants and she murmured desperate prayers to the gods to grant them a successful escape.

They passed the mountain. Safety was within reach. She smiled with joy. But not for long. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her angry people and her dishonored mate suddenly erupt from hiding places atop the mountain. Split seconds later, a hail of arrows were sent flying.

Struck by a sharp sensation in the middle of her back, her hands unclasped. The horse continued to race toward freedom as her hands slipped from around her lover’s waist. Tumbling off the horse, she hit the ground, instinctively reaching behind, trying to pull the arrow out
of her back. Her lover, with tears falling, bent over her, pulled out the arrow and pleaded to the gods to spare her life. His efforts were hopeless.

Brilliant blue skies and puffs of white clouds were too peaceful to resist. She held up a blood-stained palm. He cried out in anguish, shaking his head, refusing to let her go. Her hand trembled, and before her wrist went limp, he acquiesced and placed his palm against hers, demonstrating his love, moments before the sky beckoned her home.

Berlin, 1943.
Standing on the platform, the train screeched to a stop. He was tall with pale blond hair. He looked dashing in his soldier’s uniform. He embraced her tightly, sad to leave her but excited to be on his way to war.

“All aboard!” The conductor’s word grieved her. She doubled over in pain.

“I’ll be back,” he promised, pride and honor glowing in his eyes as he offered his raised palm.

Backing away, tears flowing, she rejected his expression of love and devotion.

At the sound of the whistle’s blow, the train chugged slowly down the track. Having a sudden change of heart, she swirled around, frantic to touch the palm of the love of her life. Running fast, her heels pounding down on the wooden planks, her straining fingers, desperately pointed, trying to touch the outstretched hand he waved from an open window.

The train picked up speed. She dashed ahead, running and stumbling. Out of breath, she watched the fast-moving train disappear down the tracks.

A year later, standing in her doorway, clutching her stomach as she ripped open a telegram. Eyes widened. She gasped. Falling—fainting at the news of his death.

Her mind was filled with turgid memories of lifetimes spent
with him. Images crisscrossed—exact dates and places became blurred, but clearly their hearts were linked. Connected by an eternal and timeless love.

She now looked at Hoku’s beautiful face through a veil of tears and then quickly glanced away, remembering…Yoyin recalled that night on the balcony in vivid detail, and an understanding came over her. She’d recognized his touch before she’d ever glimpsed his face. Her voice came out slow and serious, “I remember you.” She looped her arms around his neck. He kissed her forehead, his unruly curls fell upon her face.

Hoku shifted agitatedly. As if overcome by the anguished memories of their ill-fated love, he turned his head away.

She struggled to sit upright, to touch his oil-glistened skin. Stroking his bicep, she stared at him, her eyes bright with acceptance of the familiar images that had flitted across her mind. “I saw us together in a number of lifetimes.” Propped up by an elbow, she viewed his elegant profile and waited for him to respond.

“Yes,” he said, keeping his gaze averted. “I’ve seen the visions as well. Being without you…has been very painful.”

“I’ve been plagued with an emptiness that I couldn’t understand.” Stinging tears burned her eyes. “My heart having more knowledge than my mind realized that I was missing you.” She stared at Hoku while tears pooled inside her eyes. “That vacant space could not be filled…because I needed you.”

Hoku looked deeply into her tear-filled eyes. “You’re my other half, Yoyin. My soulmate. My one and only love.” His light-brown eyes shifted from her face to her breasts and down to her pressed-together thighs. He was unabashedly seeking the place where her lightly furred womanhood was tightly concealed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said breathily, sprinkling her face with a flurry of soft kisses.

His kisses were soft, loving, and so sexually stimulating, Yoyin released a blissful sigh.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” he murmured, dipping his head and giving her another gentle kiss on her lips. This wasn’t what she wanted. Instead of kissing, she’d prefer a hard plunging dick between her legs. Despite her carnal desires, his tenderness stirred a deeper part of her. Her body trembled, her thoughts were scrambled and confused.

“I’ve been searching so long for you. I could feel you but I couldn’t find you.

“I prayed, ingested potions, engaged in prolonged chants and other rituals. I beat a lover’s plea on my drum, calling your name.” His intense eyes, softened by love, drifted up and down the length of her body. He caressed the satiny skin of her shoulders; his touch was light as if too much pressure might puncture her delicate skin.

Gently, his fingers wandered to her breasts. Her nipples stood erect, instantly responding to his touch. “So pretty,” he murmured, his lips nibbling her hard candies and then moving down and peppering small kisses over her taut stomach before gliding between the division of her thighs.

His voice caught. “I could feel it—the great pain you carry in your heart.”

“My pain?” Eyeing him questioningly, she touched her stomach. “How could you know?”

He gazed up into her eyes. “I know that you consider yourself to be a wildflower, but I see you as you really are—a tight bud, afraid of taking a risk and terrified of blossoming into a beautiful flower.”

His words were oddly familiar, but she didn’t agree. “That isn’t true,” she protested. “I’m fearless. I’ve lived my life to the fullest. I’ve experimented with and explored every aspect of sex—I’ve done it all.”

“Yes, you’ve been very active, but it hasn’t dulled your pain. The other pain…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “The pain from your past—in this life. My love, I know about the pain that has nothing to do with you and me.”

She blinked, making no denial of his claim.

“Let me help you.” His eyes swept toward her concealed womanhood. “Show me your pain,” Hoku whispered. The way his dark sensual lips bunched together aroused her.

Moisture gathered in her core. It made no sense for her vagina to moisten in response to his unusual request, but it did. Oddly, the wetness that trickled out felt more like stinging tears than droplets of lust.

His lips ventured over her thighs. “Don’t cry, my love. I’m here.” His lips were close to her labia. He spoke directly to her pussy, and his warm breath tickled her center, making it drip with a thin mixture of pleasure and pain. Tenderly, he touched her mons. Smoothed his hand against the soft layer of honeyed hair that had recently begun to sprout. He looked up, his eyes sparkling with love. “Show me your pretty flower. Let me kiss it where it hurts,” he murmured, his voice a low and persistent groan that persuaded her to show him the place that had been violated, abused, and maltreated innumerable times at her own insistence.

Her reckless lifestyle, years of impulsive, mindless fucking, and the way she’d allowed both men and women to abuse her femininity filled her with remorse and shame. Her face flushed red beneath her copper skin tone. Tears welled as she slowly
pulled her knees apart, delicately spreading the large lips of her well-used sex. She shuddered as she bared her most private part, her scarred genitalia.

Unable to bear even a flicker of a frown, she closed her eyes, expecting Hoku to give a sudden gasp of revulsion or sympathetic murmurs.

“You’re so beautiful.” Hoku brushed his fingertips against Yoyin’s exposed feminine flesh. He gently rubbed dew on each pierced petal, using her creamy moisture as if it were a balm that could heal old wounds. She shivered as a shock of pleasure went through her. She smelled her own scent and knew the fragrance of her ripened pussy wafted up to Hoku’s nostrils.

Hungrily, he drew his mouth down to her loins. With his lips, he widened the mouth of her sex. He tenderly kissed her soft pink skin, and then flicked his tongue, assuring her he could ease her pain.

Grasping the swell of her hips, he kissed her open slit, caressing and lathing the tender skin with his tongue until her pussy lips became puffy and plump. His agile tongue swept through her wet valley, slurping the sweet moisture. Hoku dragged his tongue upward and lashed the hard knot of her sex, jolting her with convulsions of pleasure.

He lapped her sweetness, licking her wounds until she gnashed her teeth, moaned and cried out, rolling her head back and forth in a frenzy. Bathing her cunt with his tongue, he seemed intent on slowly driving her senseless. Unable to bear any more of the agonizing pleasure, she suddenly went rigid. Her pussy, completely saturated, overflowed with honey. Hoku licked the spilled drippings from the inside of each tensed thigh before he stiffened his tongue and again plunged it inside her passion center.

She cried out in startled delight. Her long slender feet stretched out and then curled over. His oral skills were outstanding, and her juices spurted like hot lava. The pleasure he gave was immense, stirring an inner coiling that denoted the beginning of a strong, earth-shattering orgasm. Like tidal waves, strong rippling sensations coursed through her quickly. Too quickly.

“Stop, Hoku. Please,” she pleaded as she grasped a handful of his wild curls to pull his head away from her extremely sensitive spot.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she whispered. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of lips that were most often drawn in a sad, tight line. “I’m happy. Really happy. I can’t ever remember feeling like this.” She switched her position to a crouch and nudged Hoku, pressing her fingertips into his sun-browned chest.

Understanding the language of love, Hoku surrendered himself and lay on his back. She stared at him, taking in his heavily muscled masculinity. Her green eyes gleamed and caressed the breadth of his broad shoulders, lingered on his hard, hairless chest, and then swept down to his bulging biceps, his flat stomach, and thick, strong thighs.

A mere glimpse of his beautifully sculpted tool made her mouth water to such a degree she had to avert her gaze, take a deep breath, pat her chest, and swallow. His swelling meat summoned her touch. Delicately, she grasped his gorgeous dick. Her eyes widened in amazement as Hoku’s penis lengthened inside her loose fist.

It was a work of art. For the first time in her life, she wanted to give pleasure. She wanted to wrap her lips around the bone-hard shaft throbbing against her palm; she yearned to run her
tongue over the tip of the large smooth helmet. Yoyin longed to suck out and ingest every single drop of sweetness that flowed from Hoku’s dick. But she gazed at the pulsing organ in worshipful admiration, totally captivated and powerless to move anything other than her tongue, which flicked out and moistened her yearning lips.

Unconsciously she tightened her grip around the base of his length. In a rush of sexual excitement, Hoku thrust upward, pumping his erection in and out of her closed fist. Yoyin kept a tight grip around his manhood as she buried her face in his tangle of sexual hair, deeply inhaling his musky, masculine scent. With her face buried in the dark forest of his crotch, she found herself intoxicated by his fragrance and on the verge of losing control. Mustering self-restraint, she stared up at him, her eyes asking for permission to fill her mouth with his thickness.

A quick frown flickered across his face. “No. I’ve waited so long to give you pleasure. Don’t deny me.” Pulling back, Hoku tried to resist her. But Yoyin was ravenous for him. She was hungry for him, and she wanted to lick, caress, and taste every part of his naked skin—his lips, his male nipples, his ass, and his balls. She decided to start with his gorgeous dick. She edged closer to him. Tightening her grip around the hard pulse of his arousal, she dipped her head and parted her lips, refusing to be denied the pleasure of his sweetness. Her tongue slathered the bulbous head of his dick, lingering over the tip, and making tiny circles. Hoku groaned as she lapped the bitter sweetness that dribbled out of the small hole. Then using the flat of her tongue, she massaged beneath the head, making him grimace in ecstasy.

Hoku groaned and muttered, releasing a rhythmic sound similar to the mating chant inside the cave. Flashes of him beating the drum gave Yoyin a rush, inciting her to give him even more
pleasure. She palmed and stroked his taut scrotum, as her luscious full lips wrapped around the large head of his dick, sucking in the smooth rounded flesh along with several inches of rigid shaft inside her warm wetness, offering her mouth as an open and willing sex organ.

His gliding thrusts were slow and sensual. Hoku made love to her mouth with measured strokes. His penis tasted as delectable as it looked. Yoyin stretched into a more comfortable position, prepared to feast on his thrusting hardness for an eternity.

“So good,” Hoku uttered in a husky whisper. Pressing forward, he pushed in a few more thick inches. Yoyin’s cheeks, performing like the walls of her cunt, clenched around his deliciousness, provoking him to deliver driving thrusts. She deep-throated him until her eyes watered. Starving for his love, she opened her throat to receive even more of his plunging thickness.