The Twelve Zenati Pt. 15

"Good, now come with me," he said as he stood and held out his hand to her. She rose and took his hand, falling into step beside him. The apartment was decorated with simple but elegant furnishings. The large living area and dining room were no surprise, as was the large kitchen. There was also an entertainment area with a pool table and large screen television, along with a well-stocked bar. As they moved further into the apartment, Olivia began to understand the enormity of it, as she was shown several guests rooms and bathrooms. They went past a couple of closed doors that he assured her that he would show her in the next day or two, before coming to a sweeping master bedroom that clearly took up one whole wall of the building, with its massive attached bathroom.

"This is amazing," Olivia breathed, taking in the large bed with the wrought iron frame, looking strangely beautiful in the dim golden light. Its dark metalwork was intricate across the headboard and footboard alike. A large iron-bound steamer trunk sat at the end of the bed and somehow brought the dark grey of the iron together with the deep green and brown forest colours that detailed the softer furnishings. It was dark but comfortable, even comforting, much like the man she loved, Olivia thought with a smile.

She allowed him to guide her into the bathroom, where she found similar dark iron and wood furnishings and a large wet area screened off by clear glass panels, where several shower heads dropped from the ceiling, and a large wooden tub sat on clawed feet. Genesis dropped her hand and moved toward the bath, running the water and dropping what looked like a delicate purple shell into the water. It immediately began to bubble up, and he nodded, satisfied.

"Stay here and bath while I clean up. I will join you shortly," Genesis instructed, as he returned to where she stood. He kissed her briefly . It was a tender kiss, full of longing, but he broke it too soon for Olivia and strode from the room. She looked from the doorway to the bath and let out the breath she had been holding as he broke the kiss and left her there alone. Not wanting to make him unhappy with her for a second time tonight, she decided to strip quickly and sink into that gorgeous-looking tub.

Genesis had hurried from the room, growling to himself about his lack of restraint when it came to Olivia. If he had have stayed even one more minute, he would have taken her there and then, and that was not how he wanted the rest of this night to go. He hastily cleaned up the debris from their takeaway dinner and gathered the equipment he needed, before returning to the bedroom. He had the mirrors set up in such a way that he had a direct line of sight into the bathroom and he could see her head leaning back on the rim of the tub, and a delicate foot protruding from the bubbles at the other end. He smiled as he set the scene for their first night in their home and bed together.

Once he was done, Genesis stripped and walked back into the bathroom gloriously naked and helped Olivia from the tub.

"Come help me shower, little one," he said in a gruff voice, as he watched the water caress down her body in smalls streams. He led her to the other end on the wet area and turned on the shower head there. He handed her a loofah liberally coated with liquid soap and bent to kiss her softly as her hands curled up and around his neck, beginning the task that he had silently given her.

Olivia ran her soapy hand and the loofah around his neck and over his shoulders, enjoying the feel and movement of his muscles below the skin. She revelled in his stillness as she continued with his arms and then down his torso. He turned so that she could do his back before she moved to his pelvis in the front. Olivia knelt down as she scrubbed the loofah over his firm ass and down the backs of his legs. He turned after she had picked up each foot to wash his soles and, when she looked up, she came face to face with his hard cock, bobbing just centimetres from her face. Although distracted, she bent lower to start at his feet this time, and move up his legs to his groin, knowing that, once she began to wash his cock and the heavy sack that hung below it, she could completely forget what else she was supposed to be doing.

"Good girl," Genesis crooned as she made her way back up his legs, his hand reaching down to pet her head. When she dropped the loofah and reached for him with soapy hands, he gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back to look up at him, her eyes blinking from the fine spray of water from his body. "No hands," he growled and loosened his grip a little, enjoying the sounds of her soft whimpering, but giving her enough room to manoeuvre further toward his cock.

The pain emitted from his tight grip on her hair only added to the heat coursing through her body. She revelled in the feel of his power as he commanded her, and she felt tingles shoot down her spine and spread out around her belly and lower, until she was almost squirming in his grip and whimpering in her need for him. When he loosened his grip slightly, she immediately moved forward, almost diving on his cock like she was starving for it, but his hand held her in check, and she had to move at a much slower pace than she wanted.

"Fuck!" Genesis groaned deeply. He knew that he wasn't going to last long once her lips kissed the tip of his cock and opened to suck him into the warm cavern of her mouth. He needed to take the edge off. He wanted to take his time, to savour having the woman he loved in his bed for the first time, and he knew that he couldn't, in the state he was in. He took her head in both hands now, gripping her hair loosely as she sucked him deeply, her lips in a tight circle around him. He let her have her way as long as possible, but it became too much, and he tightened his grip on her and began to fuck her mouth, delving deeply past her gag reflex and groaning as he stared into her beautiful, teary eyes. "Fuck!" he cursed loudly, as he felt himself lose it. She was beautiful, amazingly submissive and she was his. He was in heaven as his climax hit him, and he rested the head of his cock on her tongue as she wrapped her lips around him tightly, and milked every drop from him.

"You are mine!" he said gruffly, pulling his cock from her mouth and standing over her for a moment, before pulling her to her feet and into a crushing hug.

"Yes, Genesis. I am yours, completely, utterly, madly," she whispered into his chest.

The water stopped, and Genesis picked Olivia up and walked to where the towels sat before placing her on her feet. He wrapped a towel around his waist before drying her completely, thensitting her on the dresser and placing a hairdryer in her hand.

"It's late, and I don't want you getting sick, so dry as much as you can while I dry-off," he instructed. He pulled his towel off his waist and rubbed his body down, before roughly towelling his hair.

Olivia watched mesmerised, following the movements of the towel and the way his body moved and shook as he rubbed vigorously at his hair. If she was hot and needy before, she was decidedly desperate now, in her need for him. Exiting the bathroom with Genesis, she found herself looking at a slightly changed room. There were now pillows on the centre of the bed, with another spaced towards the headboard, lengths of ropes with soft cuffs on the end that extended from each bedpost, and the nightstands were covered with various objects, most of which she recognised, though the dim light had her guessing about a few of the objects.

Moments later, she was wrapped up in his arms, his lips bruising hers with their force. She moaned against his mouth as his hands slowly began caressing her. Tremors swept through her as the heat from his body seemed to engulf her. Moving his kisses down her neck, suckling the skin as if tasting her for the first time, his fingers nimbly caught and played with her nipples. The cold air, combined with her extreme arousal, made her nipples sensitive to his rough touch, and she jumped at the first contact and whimpered. She was panting, with her head held back, exposing everything to the man who controlled her every movement, as he kissed down her body until he was the one kneeling in front of her.

He stroked down her thighs, following the path of his hands with a kiss or a teasing bite into her soft flesh. By the time he worked his way back up her right thigh she was whining in need and gripping his shoulders for support. Licking his tongue around her stomach and belly button, his strong hands worked their way up her sides to her breasts again, tweaking her nipples, before a swift, hard bite arched her back up into him. Genesis looked at the dark mark he had left on the underside of her breast and was pleased. She would be marked tonight, regardless of their ruined plans. She, and anyone who came close enough to her to see, would know he had claimed her as his.

Standing, he swept her up in his arms, and then placed her facedown on the bed, with the pile of pillows in the middle just under her hips. Each wrist and ankle were secured to cuffs he had placed there while she had bathed, until she was spread-eagled, her head resting on the last pillow. A small ball gag was inserted into her mouth. He loved the sound of her voice, but he wanted her helpless and vulnerable to him. She would learn to beg with her body in this bed. Then he began slowly stroking his fingers up and down her body, making her shiver. The light brushes from the tips of his fingers caused loud whimpers of pleasure to emerge from behind her gag; his hands travelled from her left ankle up to her left shoulder, and then down her right shoulder to her right ankle. Inside her upper thighs was the worst torture for her. His touch was tantalising and soft. She was burning for a firmer touch from him. She wanted to beg but could only mumble and drool around the gag.

When the soft light touch left, Olivia braced herself for what she knew must be coming, and half-wishing the teasing fingers hadn't disappeared so soon. Her eyes widened, and she screamed behind the gag, as Genesis spanked her ass. She had known what to expect, knew he was a harsh Master at times, but the suddenness of the harsh smack on her ass caught her off guard regardless.

Tears appeared in her eyes as he turned her ass a deep, rosy pink with his bare hand. With her writhing and keening behind her gag, he finally slowed the blows and ran his hand gently over her ass. She could feel his weight on the bed as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "That was for saying no to me earlier when I gave you an instruction!" Another small slap made her jump. "You are mine now and forever, or had you forgotten that fact?" His touch turned softer. "And you will do what I want you to do." Genesis allowed himself a small chuckle as she squirmed in need under his hand. He slipped his hand down her ass and began to play with her pussy, sliding his fingers around its outer edges and even dipping into her hole, unsurprised to find her dripping wet. He knew the heat from the spanking would have only heightened her need for him. He watched her roll her hips and buck back at his hand and chuckled again. "Such a needy little slut, aren't you little one?"

Olivia whimpered and nodded her head emphatically, trying to lift her hips and rock back toward the hand that once again played in her slick folds. Genesis left her side again. She revelled in the sight of his naked body as he walked around the edge of the bed. He considered the tools he had at his disposal and selected one before moving back to his captivating and captive girl. He moved down, cupping her ass in his hands, rubbing his cock along the length of her pussy, while his lips travelled from her neck to her shoulders, biting gently but allowing her to feel his teeth. One hand moved from her ass up to her other breast, pulling and squeezing.

Olivia was moving her hips as much as the restraints allowed, trying to rub her pussy against his cock, which lay hot and heavy against her thigh. She wished it was inside her. She moaned and tried to push her breast further into his hand, seeking relief from the teasing torment of him any way she could. Finally, he moved to torment her further, and rubbed the head of his cock around the entrance to her pussy.

Pleading around her gag, Olivia wished that she wasn't so securely bound, gagged and unable to beg or plead with him for what she wanted. She tried to show him what she needed by bucking her hips, but he only sat up and smacked her ass again. Then she felt the unmistakable foreign coolness of a toy being forced into her ass, making her whimper and shudder as it pushed past the tight anal ring to anchor itself with her. She clenched around it, feeling the size and girth and whimpering all the more. He had used a larger than usual plug on her tonight.

"It is only slightly bigger than those you have become used to, little one. Just breathe," Genesis said, as if reading her mind, and caressed her hot, pink ass as he spoke. He leaned back over her, his lips and teeth once again toying along her neck and shoulder as she adjusted to the plug and the feel of his cock running smoothly over the wet folds of her pussy. He groaned into her ear as she rolled her hips, seeking more contact with him and showing her desire for him once again. Genesis pushed his hands beneath her to torment her breasts once more, kneading and plucking at them, with stinging tweaks between thumb and forefinger.

"You are mine, little one, every inch of you. I adore the sounds you make, the way your body moves below me, the way you light up at my touch." His hand drifted down to her clit as he spoke. "You need this as much as I do. Don't you, my needy little slut?" His deep, husky voice tickled her ear, and she nodded vigorously, her hips rocking her pussy against his fingers, seeking the release she desperately needed.

The pressure of Genesis's cock against her entrance increased as he continued to play her body like an instrument and entered her in the slowest, most maddening way possible, keeping her orgasm just out of reach. Every nerve-ending seemed afire, as Olivia's pussy was slowly pierced and she wished she could watch his amazing cock moving into her body. She felt ready to cum, just from finally having his cock in her. It hurt a little, at times, to belong to Genesis, but it was such a wonderful and pleasurable hurt that she couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be than in his bed and at his mercy.

As he slowly began to move in and out, almost to the tip and then back in, pressing his hips hard against her ass, she felt like every part of her was on fire. Open and vulnerable, she moaned against the gag, and he began moving quickly against her splayed legs, pushing harder and deeper. One of his hands travelled along the crack of her ass and flipped a switch on the plug, causing it to come to life in her ass. Genesis groaned deeply in counterpoint to the high pitched mewl Olivia emitted at the pleasant sensations it caused. Olivia had never felt so full in her life, the plug was humming merrily away in her ass and, combined with the harder, deeper fucking she was getting, her orgasm slammed into her, making her body arc up, pulling at the restraints that held her in place for him.

For his part, Genesis continued to ram in and out of her, enjoying the painful pleasure of her contracting pussy, as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her, the fulfilment of this morning's play and a day of pure denial between then and now. Without pause, he continued to slam into her from behind, until he became concerned about her harming herself by pulling so strongly at the restraints. Lifting his arms above her, he held her wrists and eyed them briefly. Assured that she was in no danger, he moved his hands back to her body and slammed into her harder.

One of his hands slipped down to her clit, rubbing it harshly and pinching and tweaking, forcing the waves of her climax not only to continue but build, again. Tears began streaming down her face even though, despite the pain he was inflicting on her, it was also driving her to another, harsher orgasm. Straining and writhing, she wondered how Genesis could keep going with such a hard and fast rhythm. Her whole body felt as if it was on fire from the heat of her desire for this, for him, and the way he loved her.

The combination of those thoughts, the pressure in her ass, his cock deep in her pussy, and the crushing of her clit, had Olivia coming again and again, as ricochets of pain and pleasure spread around her body. Through the haziness of pain and ecstasy, she could feel Genesis's cock swelling inside her and releasing pulsing jets of cum into her. His whole body was tensed against her, pulling her recklessly back onto him, stretching her arms and legs against the bonds again. It felt as though her whole pussy was being split apart. She could feel every pulse of his cock in her as her quivering pussy milked him dry.

With a final sigh, Genesis spent a moment laying between Olivia's thighs and draped over her back as he breathed raggedly. Then he started reaching up and releasing first, her arms, and then her legs, from the cuffs that had held her so well for his use.

"Good girl," he said as he lifted her exhausted body up and softly kissed her lips. She smiled at him, through her tearstained face, and allowed him to pull her into his arms as, completely sated and exhausted, she fell asleep, feeling safe, secure, and utterly fulfilled.

*****

Marcella noticed movement at her door and saw the tall, unmistakable figure of Noah step silently into the doorway of the dark room. She closed her eyes feigning sleep, believing he would go away. It was close to two now, she reckoned, though she hadn't checked the time in a while. She guessed that he had been across the hall with Dominic and was now heading home. More than a few of the family had stopped by her room to say goodnight before they left for the evening.

The almost silent footsteps came closer, and Marcella concentrated on keeping her face relaxed into the soft mask of sleep, not wanting to talk to him or acknowledge that he had seen her trapped here as a vulnerable patient, although prisoner was a more apt word. She heard the chair move slightly and cursed that he would be sitting and staying longer than taking a fleeting glance to make sure she was okay would entail.

"When are you going to stop being so fucking reckless all the time?" Noah asked in a barely audible whisper, that surprised Marcella. "You are going to fucking kill me if you keep up with all this fucking shit! Do you even realise what it does to the people who care about you?" He let out a long quiet sigh. He reached out and softly placed his hand over hers. "You must have no idea. You wouldn't do this shit if you did," he answered his own question, as if to reassure himself.

Marcella struggled not to frown in her confusion. Was he saying that he cared about her? Of course, he cared about her. They were friends. Or at least they pretended to be friends most of the time, when they weren't arguing over him interfering with her plans. Part of her wanted to open her eyes and argue with him right then, but the stronger and more curious part of her mind wanted to see if he would say anything else.

The room was dark except for the light from the corridor outside, and he couldn't see her properly, so he moved a little closer and carefully pulled a stray strand of hair from her face, as he considered all he had learned today, not only about her, but about himself. He let out another sigh. They were friends, barely friends, after everything that had been going on lately he corrected himself, but still friends. He guessed that he would have to be happy with that for now, because there was no way she was going to do a complete turn around like he had been forced to do, and consider him from a different point of view.