Page 36 of Kenan's Mate
He situates his cock between my legs and straightens over me, gripping my hips as he inches into my wetness. I gasp at the hugeness of him. He always feels large, but with the plug in my ass, my pussy seems smaller and tighter. When he starts thrusting in and out, a pained look crosses his face, and he glares at me like I’ve done something wrong.
“With the plug in your ass, you’re like a virgin all over again. So fucking tight, Laylah.”
He digs his fingers into my hips and starts pounding me harder.
Blind ecstasy consumes me.
I shut my eyes and scream as my release suddenly overcomes me, leaving me writhing against him as wave after wave of euphoric sensations grip me. My toes curl and my hands fist in Kenan’s hair. I don’t even remember reaching for him.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s smirking down at me. “If I’d known having your bottom hole filled up would make you come so fast and so hard, little human, I would have plugged you long ago.”
A flush spreads up my neck to cover my whole face. I think Kenan’s about to finish inside me, but then he pulls out and straddles my face. I shake my head and try to avoid his cock coming in contact with my mouth, but he overpowers me and shoves his hard length between my protesting lips.
“All your holes belong to me, little human. Your pussy, your snug asshole, and your sweet little mouth will always be mine for the taking. I’m not going to come down your throat this time, Laylah, but you will suck my cock for as long as it pleases me.”
It’s more him face fucking me again, rather than me performing any of the sucking myself. He holds my head in place and glides in and out of my mouth, though he’s not nearly as rough as the time on the patio, and he maintains a steady rhythm from the start that allows me to take small breaths through my nose at regular intervals.
At last he departs my mouth and resumes his place in my pussy, shoving his long thickness all the way inside in one deep drive. The headboard slams against the wall with each hard thrust. He grips one of my hips, but his other hand circles my throat.
He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat is there.
It’s a demonstration of his power, and the simple act of his hand wrapped around my throat revives the little place inside me that had not only liked when he’d slapped my face earlier, but had wanted him to smack me harder.
Emboldened by all the new intimacies we’ve shared, I meet his eyes and take a deep breath. “Kenan, will you…slap me?” The last two words escape me as a faint whisper.
He pauses mid-thrust and raises an eyebrow at me. “Slap you?”
I flush, so embarrassed he’s asking questions instead of doing it. “Um, never mind.” I must be crazy to ask him to hit me, let alone get turned on by him smacking my face.
The hand around my throat tightens. “Don’t dismiss my question, little human. Now, explain yourself.”
The prospect of offering an explanation brings tears to my eyes. “I-I thought maybe you could, slap my face. Like you did on the patio earlier. But, um, a bit harder.”
His breath catches, and he removes his hand from my throat. He’s right handed, and if he’s going to strike me, that’s the hand he’ll use. Anticipation curls in my lower stomach at the prospect of him smacking my face while he’s fucking me. When his cock pulses larger within me, I have my answer.
The first slap is gentle, but the next one falls harder, a sharp smack across my face. At the moment of impact, a deep throb erupts within my core, followed by a rich spasm of heat that nearly causes the tension coiling inside me to unfurl. And just as I suspected, a wave of endorphins rush my head, and for several long moments it’s as if I’m floating in a sea of sensation. He resumes his fast pace and another surge of pleasure threatens to carry me beyond the clouds, beyond the starlight.
He squeezes my chin hard. “Who do you belong to, Laylah?” He pummels into me with a speed I’ve never experienced before. It’s like he’s become more animal than Kleaxian—guided by a carnal instinct to fuck me as hard as possible.
When I don’t answer right away, because I’m desperately trying to catch my breath while not coming quite yet, he gives me another hard slap. My head jerks to the side, and the sting blooms across my left cheek, a mark of his ownership.
“You, Kenan. I belong to you.” I’m floating again in sensual bliss, yet melting underneath his dominance, and all the strands of my hair are tingling.
He cups my face and caresses the spot he smacked. Leaning down, he places a feather soft kiss upon my stinging cheek, his lips warm and welcome.
Then he rises slightly, his cock throbbing in my tight channel, prompting the plug to feel suddenly larger in my ass. His gaze is dark and primal, until his eyes roll back in his head and his fierce growls resound in the cavernous room, electrifying the air around us.
He pumps in and out of me until his passion erupts in a long, hot, pulsing torrent, his seed spurting deep into my pussy.
Chapter Seventeen
The moment Joanna emerges from the forest, I know something is terribly wrong.
I rise from my seat on the patio and rush to the inner edge of the force field, hoping she’s all right and that nothing bad has happened to Helena either. From what Joanna’s told me recently, her master and his human mate have found happiness in one another. As far as she knows, the Kleaxian hasn’t punished Helena since the time she ran away.
Lines of worry are etched in Joanna’s face as she approaches, and she’s panting hard. A sense of urgency surrounds her, and the mischievous gleam in her eyes that I’ve come to enjoy is absent. Vaguely, I notice she’s wearing one of the new dresses her master had recently provided her with. Though still a slave, her circumstances have seemingly improved since the time she first emerged from the forest several weeks ago, wearing what could have easily passed for a rag and sporting a fading bruise on her cheek.
But perhaps her situation hasn’t improved as much as I’d thought. She must have run all the way from town. I hope no one is chasing her. It’s early morning and Kenan’s still at home. I’m expecting him to join me on the patio at any moment.
