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  “I’m up for an adventure, let’s get it started.” She linked her arm in his as he walked them to his car. She loved how he opened the door, saw her settled, and then held back from reaching over to buckle her up. She pulled the seat belt on and sank into the decadent leather cushioning her body. “Feels good.”

  “Yeah? The seat heats, too, if you’re cold. The button is on the side.” He slipped in and buckled up. “Go to sleep Iliahtida, you work so hard, I’ll get us there while you nap, you’ll want to be well rested for what I have in store for us.” Khristos started the engine and pulled into traffic. The smooth ride relaxed her, and she sank back against the softness, the back of her head and neck cradled by the body conforming headrest and closed her eyes. It wasn’t long before the Sandman came for her.

  Chapter Five

  “Hey, sleepyhead, we’re here.” Khristos watched Zoey stretch her arms above her head. The action made her top ride up, showing the smooth expanse of her toned stomach. When she opened her beautiful, brown eyes, he found it impossible to turn away from staring at her sleep-tousled hair and face.

  “That was a good nap.” She yawned. “How long was I out for?”

  “Two and a half hours. Really, from the time we hit the highway ’til now. You ready for that adventure to start?”

  “If I said no, would we go back to Kansas City?”

  “Nope. You’re stuck in the Ozarks with me for at least tonight, and who knows, you may find you want to stay an extra day.” He slipped the keys into his pocket and opened the door. Climbing out, he hip-checked his door shut, and crossed over to open hers. She accepted his hand and stepped out next to him.

  “Wow. The air smells so fresh out here, and it’s quiet.”

  “Yeah, come on, I’ll show you around.” Growing up near the backdrop of the Aegean Sea had spoiled him, and while this in no way compared to the saltwater sea he’d grown up around, the serpentine lake, dubbed the Magic Dragon, gave him the serenity he needed when business and family weighed him down.

  “I smell water. Are we near a lake?” She slipped her hand in his, and together they walked up the forked steps leading to his house.

  “Yeah,” Khristos unlocked the door and led her inside his entryway.

  “Are those ceiling fans on your veranda?”

  “Yep. My ma wanted them installed when I had this house built. She likes to sit on the porch and watch the neighbors, but when it’s muggy out, the fans give her a reprieve from the intense humidity. Come on in. Welcome to my home.”

  “God, if I had a home like this, I’d never leave. Forget running a business.” She walked past him as he opened the front door.

  Khristos walked a few paces behind her, taking in her delight in his décor as they moved past his foyer into the main room on floor one. Her shoes squeaked on his wood flooring as they made their way to the kitchen. He’d called ahead and had his groundskeeper shop for him.

  “I’m in love. Look at this kitchen. Two full ovens and two stovetops, an island, and everything is stainless steel. It’s official. I’ve died and gone to heaven. Do you cook in here?”

  “During family holidays we generally convene here. My ma loves this kitchen, too. She’s the cook in the family. I can do basics, but my ma and sister are superb cooks. Dareia is always feeding me and Lysandros, even this past week, I got dinner twice and breakfast every day.”

  “That’s sweet. What do you eat for breakfast? I usually have coffee and a Danish.”

  “My sister makes a traditional breakfast for her bakery every day, along with the American pastries she makes. My favorite is spanakopita, it’s made with filo dough instead of being sweet like baklava, it has spinach, eggs, onions or scallions, and cheese in it. You could say, it’s like a quiche or egg soufflé, only Greek, not German or French.” He led her outside to the glass-enclosed deck overlooking the lake. “Sit outside with me.” He led them to his cushioned porch swing. She took a seat, and he sat next to her. “We can try the hammock sometime.”

  “I’m speechless. Tell me again why you live in Kansas City and don’t just video conference call from here?”

  “Doubt I’d appreciate it as much. I enjoy the city life. Kansas City is not nearly as busy as New York or West Virginia. When we ended up moving here to be closer to Dariea, I found this land and had to have it. Sunset and sunrise are beautiful here. I miss the smell of the sea, though, but this will do, plus it’s safer to play in. My brother and I take out the jet skis and the pontoon.”

  “So you’re not all business all the time?” she teased.

  “No, everyone needs a break. Do you swim?”

  “Yeah, learned when I was little. I don’t have much time to do so now, though, the closest to swimming I get is taking a bath.”

  “We’ll have to fix that. Not now, of course. But, later on.” He grinned. “Maybe we can take the boat out on an extended trip. For now, how about some food. Hungry?”

  “For you, not for food.”

  “Bold girl.” His dick hardened with her hand inching up his thigh. He’d brought them both to his place to get away from their time consuming professional obligations. That, and well, hell, he just wanted her in his home. The thought didn’t terrify him, though it should. The only women ever in his home previously, were his ma and sister. Easily, he could imagine Zoey moving in with him, sharing a life with him, maybe with a small house in K.C., but here, when time allowed. Her hand approached his dick. Khristos let her take the lead, wanting to know if she’d call a halt, or keep going. For weeks, he’d imagined being buried deeply in her tight pussy.

  “I’m wound so tight, I can’t take any more anticipation.” She licked her lips, and walked her fingers up his zipper to the button. Using the palm of her hand, she pushed him back, giving her the access she wanted, to free him. “Mmm. Commando is so sexy.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Mm-hm.” Zoey leaned over, and ran the tip of her tongue over the smooth crown. His dick jerked as she slipped him into her mouth and began working him. Soft suckles turned to long, slow glides, base to tip, repeating the action as she saw fit. He let out a groan, and then placed one hand on her curvy ass, the other on the nape of her neck, to show her how he enjoyed being sucked. She caught on to the tempo and switched up quickly.

  “I want to swallow.”

  “Fuck, Sunshine, you’re gonna be the death of me. Nah, I need to be inside you, we’ve got time for this later. Come give me another taste of your sweet pussy.”

  Khristos tugged her ponytail, pulling her from the last slow deep throat. A pout adorned her face as she locked eyes with his.

  “I promise you can suck my dick all you want later…after I’ve had my fill of you.” He trailed his thumb over her protruding lip as she straddled him. “Let’s get these off you.” The yoga pants came off with ease, her silky underwear rolling off with them, as he yanked them off her ankles, leaving her naked from the bottom down.

  When his fingers stroked into her pussy, he found her soaking wet. “Sucking my cock made you so wet. Climb on my face.” He reclined all the way in the cushions, leveling them as she moved as he bid. Damn, she smelled delicious, and as he took his first savoring stroke of tongue along her glistening slit, he reveled in the sweet sigh escaping her lips, the way her fingernails dug into his skin, and how she wiggled to have more on her time, not at his slow and leisurely pace.

  Cupping her ass in his hands, he delivered a stinging blow to each cheek. A torrent of cream cascaded into his mouth. “Damn, Sunshine. You like a bit of sting, don’tcha?” Her thighs trembled in anticipation. Two solid blows stilled them moments later. He rubbed the burn while his scruff played havoc with her clit as he ghosted his stubble across her sensitive nub, flicked his nose over it, and then sucked her distended bundle of nerves into his mouth. His dick, aching to be buried in her, wouldn’t be denied much longer.

  Working to bring her off, he slid his digits into her core, first one, then two, finally three, stretching her in a corkscre
w motion, his mouth still bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Her body tensed for him, locked up nice and tight, her tight cunt muscles gripping his digits and refusing to let go as she came hard, giving him the sweetness he demanded. “That’s my girl. Such a sweetness. Condom or no condom? I’m clean, and I wanna feel you bare when I sink into you.”

  “I’m on protection. I want to feel all of you too.”

  Lifting her in his arms, he carried her inside the house. “Fuck, won’t make the bedroom, I need to be in you too badly.” He chose a wall to brace her back on, lined his dick up with her pussy and thrust in, nice and slow. Her slick heat enveloped him. He’d never gone without protection, and fuck, now he knew why others had. Zoey threaded her arms around his neck. Tight warmth sucked him in deep, and he let out a guttural sound, tightening the hold on her thighs, driving in reckless abandon. She took his punishing thrusts, drenching him with each staccato drive. Under her T-shirt, he felt her nipples tighten, and wanted to have his hands and mouth on her ample tits. Her hands moved to grip his hair. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, taking her own semblance of control. Khristos chuckled, her sweet breath and shy kissing turning wicked, wanton, as she parried with fervor, her ardor growing exponentially, matching his need to possess her.

  “Khristos.” The musical way in which she called out his name brought out his primal beast. Flexing his back, his arms, he lifted her on and off his cock, alternating thrusts with soul-devouring kisses, the scent of sex and the sound of flesh meeting flesh carrying them closer to the brink.

  “Come for me, Sunshine. Give over.”

  “I can’t. I mean, I want to, I’m so close, but I can’t just cause you tell me to.” She screamed as he hit deeper in her.

  Khristos lifted her off his dick onto her feet and led her into his living room. When they reached the couch, he bent her over the back of the couch and lit into her ass, giving her the incentive she needed to come for him. “I want you to come for me, beautiful, on command. You can do it again.” His fingers trailed along her clit, rubbing the soft bud. “Your pussy is the best I’ve ever tasted, ever fucked, so when I want your cream on my dick or mouth, you will comply, obey, and give me what I want. In return, you will feel so good, baby, so fucking good.” He slid back in, fucking her rampantly in ass-up position, her head bent back with his fist wrapped around her hair, while he whispered dirty words in her ears, told her how sexy she was, how her sounds brought him close to exploding.

  Her soft moans turned to gasps as she struggled to feel, breathe and keep hold of her rigid control. He stripped that from her, commanded her to breathe through the siege he laid on her. Cool air met her core when he pulled out and bit her ass cheeks one at a time, and then trailed his tongue up her spine, slipping back in with rapid thrusts, his fingers strumming her nub. Zoey cried out, coming around his dick in waves, from strong convulsions to lingering aftershocks. Khristos nipped her neck, biting enough to leave his mark on her as he filled her womb with his seed.

  Her legs buckled as he sank to his knees and gathered her in his arms. Turning her to straddle his lap on the floor, he rubbed the small of her back. Her face rested in the curve of his neck.

  “You pack a mighty punch, Mr. Trakis,” Zoey murmured into his neck.

  “You good for the moment now, Miss Impatient?” Who was he kidding? Hell, he’d wanted to take her in his car, on the stairs, and in his bed, she just beat him to the punch. “I didn’t bring you here for just this.”

  “Well, damn. I was hoping the entire night would be crazy monkey sex with rest periods and junk food to energize us before we began all over again.”

  He couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not, without looking into her overly expressive eyes. Letting out a grunt, he tapped the small of her back. “I don’t want to hurt you, Sunshine, and a fuckfest will definitely hurt you, even with lube and rest periods. That, however, doesn’t mean I won’t take you a few more times tonight.”

  “I am yours to use.” She turned her face to his neck and bit. “Oh, and biting is fair play. Just no hickeys, we’re not teens.”

  “My brave girl. Don’t resent those words in the morning, ’cause beautiful, enjoying your delights all night has now become my top priority after seeing to your needs by feeding you. There’s an apron in the kitchen you can wear, with you naked underneath, while we work together putting the food that was delivered here into some semblance of a meal.”

  “Mmm. Cock-hungry is what I am now, but food sounds good.” She slid off of his lap and sauntered with that sexy sway of hers, back to his kitchen. After she donned his apron, leaving her bare from the back, she opened his fridge and began moving the trays of finger foods out, along with cold cuts, and a bottle of wine.

  “I’m here to serve you.” She balanced the trays on her hand, untied the apron, and let it drop to the floor. “How would you like it?”

  “Sunshine, if that ain’t a loaded question.” Khristos roved his gaze up her lush body, appreciating every inch of her, mapping the areas he hadn’t nibbled on, licked his lips, and patted the spot next to him. “Come closer.”

  Zoey set the tray down on his coffee table and knelt at his side. “Yes, Sir?”

  “I want you to grab your plate and glass of wine. Sit in front of me and eat. No foreplay, no flirting, just food and conversation.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but he shushed her with the pad of his thumb tracing over her lip. “And if you’re good, Sunshine, and eat all of your food, then maybe, I will give you what you want. We have all night, beautiful.”

  A gleam of defiance lit her face, and her hand trembled as she moved to protest his order. He watched indecision wash over her lovely face, as she warred with what the consequences might be. He reached over and grabbed his glass of wine and a plate. While she warred with her indecision, he took a drink of wine, and ate a bite of his lamb gyro, savoring the tangy tzatziki sauce.

  Zoey picked up half of her sandwich and straddled his lap, aligning her pussy against his semi-erect cock. She took a bite and leaned over to share his wine. A drop of red wine trickled down her plump bottom lip, onto her chin. Khristos ran the pad of his thumb over the wetness and sucked it into his mouth.

  “That’s flirting.” Her husky words taunted him. Leaning up, she moved so that her breast dipped into the wide rim of the goblet before she leaned back. Wine covered her nipple and areola, which she presented to his mouth.

  Khristos cupped the offered bounty and flicked his tongue over her distended flesh. A low moan of pleasure left her mouth as he suckled the area, cleansing her of the red, flavorful selection. She repeated the action with her other breast, and offered herself as sacrifice to his unappeased hungers.

  Instead of licking right away, he fed her a bite of food and flicked the bud with his finger, kneading the flesh in his palm. Each time she opened her mouth to sigh, he fed her, then gifted her with a sip of wine.

  “Not the thirst I need quenched.”

  “I know, Iliahtida. Your pussy is dripping wet, and I feel it each time you glide your lower lips over me.” He ate another bite and cupped her bountiful breasts in his palm. He drew the two together, poured his wine down her cleavage, leaned forward, and sucked the valley dry. His stubble ghosted across her skin.

  “Fuck eating.” Zoey lifted her body up, grasped his dick in her hand, and impaled herself. Khristos slid his arm around her waist. Her hands splayed on his chest as she withdrew and plunged over him, setting a furious rhythm.

  Watching her became his new favorite pastime. Lost in the throes of lust, she was more beautiful with each passing second. He knew she never let go of control, and damn if his dick didn’t lurch, knowing he’d be the one who taught her the pleasure of being controlled, being free. Fuck, she looked good, riding him hard, her bouncing tits rubbing against his chest, her thighs squeezing his, and her heat wrapped around his cock, gripping him with a choking tightness enough to force his seed out. The fluttering of her orgasm crashing around her hit full
force. Locked in her heat, he grabbed her hips and rocked her over his pelvis, his short hairs abrading her clit. She cried her release and leaned forward.

  “You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?” He lifted them off the floor, with his arms holding the brunt of her weight, as he slipped out of her long enough to carry her to his bedroom. She let out a sigh as Khristos carried her across the house to the stairs.

  “Where are we going now? A bath?”

  “Nah, Iliahtida, we’re heading to my bed, where I will work your sexy body to a fever pitch and deny you release. I’m going to take my time licking, tasting, stroking you; my cock, my hands, and my tongue will be very busy. Then, when I’m ready to allow you to come all over me, I’ll take out the tiny vibrator I bought to use on you and wear you out, stuffing you full, giving you permission to come, and come, to your pretty, little heart’s desire.” He walked into the room and dropped her in the middle of the bed. “I’m going to enjoy your punishment.” He reached for the four corner restraints and looped them around her hands and feet, leaving her spread-eagled in front of him.

  “Fuck, I could come just looking at you, bared for my pleasure. Khristos crawled over her on the bed, sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and thrust his tongue in. “Any questions?”

  “No.”

  “Good, no talking, the only sounds I want to hear are your screams, and sexy gasps.” He winked and slid his fingers into her soaking core. “I’m going to enjoy giving you what you need but don’t know how to ask for.” He went to work to feed the beast in him, wanting to be unleashed.

  Chapter Six

  Zoey startled awake with a jerk. Bright light flooding the room blinded her. She moved off the bed to go relieve her bladder, sneaking out without making a sound so as to not wake the slumbering beast next to her. And what a beast he was. In all her years of fucking her few select lovers, she’d never been taken the way Khristos took her, restrained and unable to touch, only to feel what he chose to give her. She came back to bed and gasped when she glanced at the clock. They’d slept the day away. The clock read three in the afternoon. Two empty bottles of wine lay scattered on the floor amongst their discarded clothing. He must’ve left to bring up their clothes up after she’d passed out from the countless orgasms that left her weak and satiated.