King of Slaves (Jenna's Story) (The Slave Series Book 5) (16 page)

“Honestly, are you still thinking about that?”

“I just don’t understand why in the world you would want to do that.”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “I’m not saying that I want to blow him out of the house, but I certainly want us both to feel comfortable enough in our love for each other that an occasional fart won’t change a thing. Besides, farts can be funny.”

“Funny how?” He shook his head slightly. “You’ve got a peculiar type of humor.”

“I know. And I bet that the man who ends up marrying me is gonna appreciate that about me. Haven’t you ever slipped wind around your pleasers?”

He looked as if he was considering whether or not to answer such a personal question. “I never thought of it, but I suppose I have. I just didn’t think women farted.” He pondered out loud.

She chuckled. “What did you think… that we pooped perfume?”

A small laugh erupted from him. “Christ, Jenna… how did we end up talking about farting and pooping…? A man shouldn’t talk to a lady about such delicate matters.”

“You’re right. It’s very intimate. We should change the subject immediately. Instead of farts, maybe we could talk about how amazing it feels when you’ve been holding your bladder for too long and you finally let go.” She made a theatrical sigh of delight that made him laugh.

“What is it with you and toilet business? Are all women in America like this?”

“Nope, I’m just messing with you to shake up your crazy world of perfection.”

His laugh vanished and he grew somber. “If you knew me better, you would know my world is anything but perfect.” There was a ghost of deep sadness in his eyes but before she could react to it, he turned away from her and got up to press the alarm button again.

She stood up too, stretching her legs and arms. 

“They’d better get us out of here soon, I’m tired, and want my bed.”

“You can use me as a pillow if we have to stay all night,” he said and patted her shoulder in a manly way.

“What is that shoulder thing? Are you going to treat me like one of the guys now?”

“No.” He shook his head and his eyes traveled down her body. “I never said you were manly.“

For a moment an electric current ran between them and an awkward silence fell over the small space.

Jenna finally broke it by reaching out her right hand toward him. “All right, enough of this awkwardness between us. I know I said some harsh things about Miss Molpig.”

“Molpino” he corrected.

“Sorry, Miss Molpino, but let’s shake hands and wish each other luck.”

He took her hand and she gave him a big smile. “I hope you find the trophy queen you dream of, and that you’ll wish me luck in finding my imperfect soul mate.”

He placed his other hand on top of their connected hands and glanced deeply into her eyes for a second. “Good luck finding your soulmate, Jenna. For what it’s worth, I do think you’re beautiful.”

His eyes wandered down to her lips, and that was all it took for her desire to flame up again.

He didn’t break the contact but tugged at her hand, bringing her closer to him. For a while they stood perfectly still, nose to nose, eyes locked, and hearts hammering.

Once, when Jenna was too young to understand the dangers of love, she had given her heart to a young man and he had mercilessly crushed it on the day of her prom. After Dylan there had been a few others, but none that had lasted very long and none that had ever made her feel in danger like she did with Kioni. He was like Dylan and if she gave in to him, he wouldn’t just crush her heart, he would blow it into a million pieces and she would never be able to recover. 

“I hate that I’m attracted to you,” she whispered, unaware she was saying it out loud.

He gave a strained moan. “I have to have you, Jenna.”

“No.”

He brushed her lips and backed her up against the wall. “Say yes.”

“I can’t.”

He was cupping her face and looking pleadingly into her eyes. “Jenna, I’m going crazy here, I need to feel you.”

She couldn’t answer him, but her fingers curled around the hem of his shirt and he took that as an invitation; he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her with intense desire. It was impossible to say no when her whole body was betraying her and her libido was taking over. Her hands were in his gorgeous dark curly hair, her mouth was busy sucking, licking, and kissing the arrogant bastard that she had promised herself never to touch again.

“Ahh,” she moaned as he lifted her against the wall and ground himself against her.
Say no, say no
, a voice kept shouting, but hunger and lust had them both hooked on a sexual high and they undressed each other with eager hands. Jenna splayed her hands over his amazing chest and abdomen, bending over and licking his nipples. Damn, he was gorgeous.

“Say I can have you,” he growled in her ear and pulled her t-shirt over her head. 

Have me? What does he mean?

She heard his zipper and helped him push his pants down. His cock was large as it sprang out and pushed against her belly. She felt wetness under her navel from his pre-cum and looked down to see the mushroom-shaped head pointing directly up at her.

“Say yes,” he murmured against her neck.

“We don’t have a condom,” she whispered back, impressed that she had just a speck of reason left in her horny brain.

“I’ll pull out, I promise,” he groaned and sat her gently down on the floor. She closed her eyes for a second while he kneeled down and pulled her sweatpants off her. When she opened her eyes again, she saw him kissing her panties before he tugged them down too.

Jenna was usually shy, but Kioni looked up at her with such hunger that she couldn’t say no to him. Strongly aroused by his body and the sounds of lust he made, she allowed him to pull her down on the floor and position himself between her thighs. His kisses along her inner thighs made her so wet that she was sure everything below her waist was molten.
Good thing that I’m no longer standing up or I would have surely fallen.

“You taste so good.”

His tongue, his warm breath, and the feeling of his curly hair between her fingers, was doing amazing things to her. The man was relentless and expertly used his fingers and tongue to pleasure her.

“Yes, yes…” she heard herself moan.

She was lying with her head tilted back and eyes closed when she felt something larger penetrate her.
How many fingers is he using?

“Ahhh.” The deep moan of satisfaction made Jenna open her eyes to see Kioni on top of her with his eyes closed in pleasure. He was inside her.

“We can’t do this… I’m not on birth control,” she protested, but he was too far gone and leaned down to kiss her.

“I need you so bad, Jenna… please.”

“No,” she said in a breathy voice. But the feeling… the overwhelming feeling of his large cock rocking back and forth inside her made her involuntary spread her legs further and place her hands on his ass. Kioni increased the pace and pumped faster, the veins on his neck more prominent.

“You feel amazing, Jenna… I can’t…”

“Don’t you dare cum in me…” she cursed but kept meeting his every thrust.

He was talking low and seductively and she was sure it was dirty, but since it was in Spiri she didn’t understand.

“Kioni,” she moaned… “I’m so close.”

“Yes… let go, Jenna…” he groaned and slammed into her while interlacing their fingers above her head.

“You are so fucking tight I can’t believe it.” He gave her another long passionate kiss.

She believed it just fine; a two-year dry- spell would do that to a woman. But right now she had one of the sexiest men on the planet pumping in and out of her, and it was well worth the wait. He was stretching her vaginal walls and with the pressure from his weight, the scent of his cologne, and the feel of him all over her, she was propelled into the most violent orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. Jenna had never been a screamer and whenever she saw a woman scream in movies, she found it laughable. But someone screamed Kioni’s name on a rush of oxytocin, and since there was only one woman in the elevator, it logically had to be her.

She could feel her insides clamp around his flesh and see the expression on his face as he looked down at her. “Yes… oh fuck yes, I’m coming.”

She should remind him to pull out, but she was temporarily out of her body, visiting sextopia – the happiest place on earth – and couldn’t talk. 

He clung to her body and buried his head against her neck when he emptied himself inside her with deep groans. “Jenna, Jenna…” he repeated and she turned to kiss the side of his face.

For a long moment they just lay there completely wrapped together with him inside her.

“You came inside me.”

He lifted his head and looked apologetic. “I’m so sorry… I couldn’t control myself… you are…”

Jenna looked away and felt a tear fall down her cheek.  This was stupid. No, stupid didn’t even cover it. This was reckless behavior that one would expect from teenagers, but they were responsible adults and knew better. Hadn’t they just spent at least an hour agreeing that they were
not
a match?

“Don’t cry,” Kioni said and brushed away her tear.

Jenna pushed him away. “We need to find a pill so I won’t get pregnant.”

He sat back on his heels. “I thought you had to take pills preventively.”

“There’s something called the Plan B pill or the morning after pill.”

“Never heard of it.”

“So you never knocked up one of your pleasers?”

He shook his head. “No, they all get injections to prevent pregnancy.”

Jenna was trying to remember when she last had her period. Since she had no sex life, she didn’t pay much attention to the dates, but her best guess was that it should be coming up soon.

“Why the hell didn’t you pull out,” she chided him, and used her panties to catch his semen dripping out of her.

“You better not have gotten me pregnant.”

Kioni looked paler than usual and got dressed too. “Okay, so this was clearly a mistake.”

His word hit Jenna like a physical slap in the face and she reacted impulsively by shoving him hard. “You are such a creep.”

His eyes widened in surprise.

“You have some nerve to kiss me, then insult me, then have sex with me, and possibly knock me up, only to insult me again less than a minute after you pumped your sperm into me. What the hell is wrong with you? Couldn’t you at least wait to call me a mistake until I was dressed?”

“I meant that coming inside you was a mistake,” he explained, “not the sex part.”

Tears were welling up in Jenna’s eyes and she wanted desperately to get away from him.
Hell of a time to be stuck in an elevator.

Kioni picked up her clothing and handed it to her. He put on his own shirt and when they were both dressed he opened his arms and stepped closer to her. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed and dried her eyes, wishing she wasn’t crying so damn much. “You’re right, this was a mistake and probably the biggest of my life.”

He took a step back and visibly tensed. “You don’t mean that?”

She was angry at him and even more so at herself. “Don’t I? You had thrown me into jail, insulted me, lectured me, and showed me what a complete jerk you are, and yet I let you seduce me and take me like another one of your brainless pleasers. I’m fucking disgusted with myself.”

He didn’t say anything, just stood there watching her.

Jenna knew she should shut up but she was shaking with fury. “And you… you are about to marry and then you do this… Don’t you have any morals? Are you gonna keep screwing around after you marry her?”

“I can see that you’re angry…” he tried to cut in.

But Jenna just talked on. “Of course you are… because she’s just arm candy to you, and you never expect love or fidelity in a marriage, do you?”

“Well, actually…”

“And what if she does the same? Tell me, is little Miss Thabitza allowed to have her harem of male models too?”

He frowned. “Don’t be absurd.”

“Ohh… so you get to have mistresses and she gets to share you? Is that how it works?”

“I don’t want to discuss this with you, Jenna.”

“No, I bet you don’t, but remember what I said to you about integrity and kindness. You may be the sexiest man in the world, but you are
not
a good one.”

For two hours they didn’t speak, but sat quietly in different corners of the small elevator. Jenna went over every worst case scenario, and when the elevator finally moved and they were let out, she marched directly to her room without as much as a “good night.”

If she had known what would happen only hours later, she would have barricaded her door.

CHAPTER 13

The List

Kioni

The glass slammed against the wall and Kioni cursed loudly. It was almost two a.m., and he had been locked up in an elevator with Jenna for more than three hours.

The sex had been incredible… but he had lost control…
What the fuck happened?

She had talked about the risk of pregnancy and it had turned him on like never before… he had wanted to impregnate her… mark her and make her his.
Are you crazy?

Maybe it was because of her offensive talk about me not being man enough for a strong woman like her… Yeah, that was fucking provocative – no wonder I felt the need to show her my dominance.

But coming inside her… that was retarded.

She warned me, goddammit.

But it felt so good… so right.

He had known what he was doing when he came inside her. There was no excuse. He remembered picturing images of his strong seed being pumped directly into her fertile uterus, and he had wanted Jenna to carry his child.

I wanted to make her mine. But why? When I damn well know I can’t marry her and that she’ll never be my mistress?

Agitated, he paced the floor before he poured himself another drink. 

Her harsh last words haunted him.
You may be the sexiest man in the world, but you are not a good one.

Again she had rejected him and again he felt desperate for her to accept him, but he just couldn’t get it right with Jenna. With shaky hands he poured himself another whisky and tilted his head back, swallowing the contents in one big swig. It burned all the way down, but not as painful as the knot in his stomach that told him Jenna was right.

Everything that shines isn’t gold, and kindness is more important than a title, but still…
He thought, exasperated,
One doesn’t exclude the other.
Yes, I’m rich and powerful but I’m also loyal, kind, and generous… that whole humility thing is not for a king, though… that’s just stupid and shows how little Jenna knows about being a ruler. My people don’t want a humble king, they want a strong leader.

He poured a third whisky and sat down when the room started spinning.
If I could just explain to her that I’m a good man, then she would like me, like she does Kalen.
He closed his eyes and imagined Jenna holding his hand and leaning her head against his, like she had done with Kalen.

Sure, she would never give Kalen her body like she had given herself to him tonight, but she gave Kalen something Kioni wanted badly. She gave him her heart. 

I just want to hold her and talk to her. Why won’t she listen to me?

Kioni kept drinking and lost track of time. He didn’t know exactly when he came up with the idea about writing a list of things that would impress Jenna, but he was certain it was his most brilliant idea ever. 

He didn’t worry that she would be sleeping, nor that she would have locked her door. He had a master key that opened all the doors in the palace, and he knew just where it was.