Strong arms falling around her, Kong pulled her close and rolled onto his back in front of the TV. He didn’t want to lether go. Ayla sensed it in his aggressive, possessive touch while holding her against him. Breaking the kiss, she popped her head up and looked into his eyes. He’d saved her life. Yes, he’d hurt her before, but this was something else. He was on a different type of time, and so was she.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?” he asked, shifting his head against the pillow beneath him with his arms resting on her back, right above her ass.
“I’m thinking, I wasn’t sure this would ever happen again,” she said, brows knitting together as she searched his eyes burning into hers. “I’m finally starting to feel like this is my life again. It’s different… but I like it. Especially this part.” She lowered herself against him, lips crushing against his once again.
Her soft hands traveled to his slacks, unbuttoning them without breaking the kiss. She reached inside, gripping his pole in her fingers while her tongue swirled in his mouth. Trailing kisses from his mouth to his neck, Ayla paused to unbutton his shirt and pull it open. His chiseled, tattooed chest heaved heavily, and she kissed there too. Her eyes drifted up, and she found Kong watching her intensely as she continued to dip lower, dragging his pants down and allowing his dick to bounce freely from his boxers. She was eye level with it, admiring the thickness and the pulsing veins along the side.
Welcoming his mushroom tip into her mouth, she sucked on the tip, circled it with her tongue, then gradually allowed him to glide down her throat.
“Shit!” Kong hissed, toes curling as she hungrily bobbed on his stick.
Her mouth salivated, leaving gobs of it on his dick as she gulped him up. He didn’t want to fuck up the moment asking how she learned that shit. He took her V card for one, so he knew. She was real timid, but he understood it. On the verge of a nut he wasn’t prepared to drop yet, he couldn’t help himself..The sloppier Ayla got, Kong’s mind drifted to who she’d been with and what she had to do in order to remain alive in a place like that. For months, she hadn’t said a word about what Mira did or how she was treated in that compound. When he brought it up, she went dark and typically shut down. As bad as he wanted to feel her right now, Kong put it on pause when he grabbed her head.
“Wait.”
“Wh-why?” Ayla sat up with his dick in her hand, still stroking him.
“I just… I think we need to take a minute before?—”
“Before what?” A frustrated frown darkened her face.
She wanted this more than anything, but if he wasn’t into it, there was no point. For the first time in months she had a choice. For her it had always been Kong. Then they were separated, by life and bullshit. He’d awaken a side of her that she thought had died. The part that wanted to have sex for her own pleasure. Narrowing her eyes, she studied the uncertainty in his.
“What’s this really about, Kong?”
“I’m not trying to fuck up the mood or nothing, Lala.”
“So, speak your mind. This is the first time we’ve gotten this close since I’ve been home. You’ve been so eager to give me all the other details of your life and be honest, so what’s stopping you now?” she queried, sitting up, but still straddling him.
“You,” he answered, skimming her reaction carefully.
“What about me?”
“Ever since you got back, you haven’t said one word about what was going on in that place. It’s obvious you wasn’t just being held fucking hostage.”
“I told you I didn’t want to talk about that.” She slid off his lap and brought herself to her feet. “You just can’t let this go, can you?”
“Nah. I fucking can’t.” Kong sat up, propping his arm against his bent knee. “I need to know.”
“Know what!” Ayla swung around on him with tears in her eyes. “You need to know that she starved us, made us watch and participate in some bullshit ass BDSM fantasies for people? Rarely let us bathe unless someone was coming to be serviced? Is that really what you want to hear, Kong?” Her arms folded over her chest, and she waited for him to respond.
“If that’s what happened,” he whispered, digesting the information.
“You want to know what else happened?” she pressed, eyes flickering with anger now that he’d opened a wound she was trying desperately to close. “I became a fan favorite. Go figure. Men couldn’t wait to book their ride with me. As soon as my six weeks was up, and I was cleared, she put me to work. They paid top dollar for me, which meant I didn’t have to work as much as the other girls. Some of them were averaging ten to fifteen men per day. I had a good day if I had five?—”
“Stop.” Kong held up a hand.
He didn’t know how much of it was true, but he couldn’t stomach listening to any more.
“No, you wanted to talk about it, right? Had to know! It’s a man thing, body count. Before all this, I had one! I had to go into my own head every time I was with one of those men so I didn’t spaz out, and the only person I could think about during that time… was you,” she confessed, voice quaking as tears spilled down her cheeks.
Speechless, Kong brought himself to his feet and tried to approach her. Shaking her head, Ayla angrily swiped the tears off her face and took a deep breath.
“No. You don’t get to comfort me now! I told you… I didn’t want to talk about it.”
“How we supposed to move through it if you don’t?” he queried.
That made her stumble for her next words as she looked around. Breath shaking, palms sweating, for a moment she was back in that cage. Rocking, wondering, daydreaming about when life was good. She’d almost reached that state Mira wanted to keep her in, and then… Kong was there.
