Chapter 29 Ownership
\[Lilia\]
Kael’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed and mouth gaping. Large veins protruded from the side of his throat, and his grip on my waist became increasingly tight. As my fingers moved up and down the length of his shaft, a deep sigh rumbled against his chest.
The white pearl of his thick precum glistened on the tip of his girth. Almost immediately, my mouth watered at the sight of it. His threat of having his shaft right inside my mouth gives me ideas, but I haven’t done that before, or even a thing like this.
This situation right now is bizarre enough for me to lose my mind over what hell is going on, much less care about where the hell we are and the people around us.
Whether the glass wall is thick enough to block out all of the strange noises Kael was making or whether he doesn’t seem to care at all, I have no idea. My face is burning hot, knowing exactly that Val was also there, listening, I guess.
“Faster, кукла (kukla).” Kael’s gruffed voice took me out of my reverie. His large hands brushed from my waist down to my bum, giving my ample butt cheeks a hard squeeze to keep me going with my work.
I let out a startling low gasp, not expecting what he did, while I kept my hands pumping, beating the pace just as he instructed. His molten hot fluid against my palm, his precum essence swelled its mass and began to drip down from his length and into my hands, making my movement slick.
Kael hums in approval. My arms started to strain, and my other hand clamped on his shoulders so I could lean for support.
His hardened shaft throbs on my hand as his breathing quickened, and then his grip on my hip tightened. I tear my gaze away from his length and stare at his ruggedly handsome face. His mouth formed into a perfect circle of pure ecstasy, his complete set of teeth showing and brows knotted.
His coming.
My arms began to numb with exhaustion, but his delighted expression somehow encouraged me to quicken my pace. My hand pumping as his groans burgeoned louder to my ears.
“That’s it, кукла (kukla), that’s it….ah!”
His massive hand flew at the back of my head, pushing my face closer to him and crashing his lips with mine. It caught me off guard, and my hand immediately halted. Kael removed his hand from my butt, curling his fingers around his size and over my stilled hand. Finished stroking himself twice till a warm, thick substance shot out of my lower abdomen.
I gasp in protest inside his mouth, remembering that I am wearing a satin black mini dress. Surely his precum would leave a stain on the fabric that is hard to remove. However, it didn’t bother Kael as he continued kissing me roughly.
My lips sting with the pain from the wounds he made last night, and I fear that Aya’s effort in putting on my makeup will be ruined by his lust. I quickly remove my hand from his softening shaft and smack him on the chest. Kael finally breaks the kiss, looking down at my belly, where he disposed of all his seed.
“Such a mess.” He panted, pulling his now-asleep member back into the confines of his underpants, zipping it up, and fastening it with his belt to complete the motion.
While my mind digested everything that had just happened, I stayed immobile on his lap, blinking occasionally. Kael reaches behind me and presses a little compartment located between our seats, causing it to collapse before popping out a box full of wet tissues. He pulled a handful of it and began wiping my semen-soiled dress.
It was a futile attempt, I know, but my heart suddenly flutters at his subtle gesture of cleaning me up afterward. Deeming that he had successfully extracted not all, but the majority of his seed from my dress, he then gripped my waist, hoisting me up and putting me back to my seat beside him like I was some ragdoll that weighed nothing.
My eyes were still wide, my cheeks flustered, and I hoped that my lipstick hadn’t smeared all over my face. Kael took another batch of wet wipes and pulled down my dress, trying to cover me up even though this thing was barely even clinging to my body.
I shifted my gaze to him, clearing my throat, chasing out the hoarseness of my voice.
“I can clean it myself,” I said, taking the wet wipes from his hand.
Silence filled the inside of the car, draping around us like a thick blanket. I keep on glancing in his direction through my peripheral vision.
Kael was smoothing the creases on his black coat that I made by gripping his shoulders. Fixing his tie around his neck, he pulled a single ply of wet wipes, cleaning the lipstick stain I left on his mouth before his attention went to mine.
Immediately, I averted my gaze away from him, throwing all the dirty wipes on the car floor, instantly feeling bad for littering around this lavish vehicle, but I knew someone would come and clean the mess I made.
I caught my reflection at the LCD mounted on the backside of the front seat, seeing that my lipstick did smear to the side of my mouth.
“Look at me, кукла (kukla),” Kael’s commanding voice resonated, breaking the silence into thousands of pieces, forcing me to tear my gaze away from my reflection and meet his mossy stare.
He reached for my face and wiped the lipstick off from the corner of my mouth while his intense gaze burned down on me.
“You did good,” he said, but his face remained stoic as he went on to his statement, “but next time, don’t leave me hanging like that. You understand?”
I blinked at him, not totally comprehending what he had just asked, as my attention was entirely mesmerized by the color of his eyes. They were swirls of green, perhaps a little too much green, and a splatter of golden grains of dust rounded at the little black of his eyes.
How can such gorgeous eyes be owned by someone who is so ruthless?
“Answer me, you understand?” Kael’s stern voice jolted me out of my stupor, and I nodded absent-mindedly. My mouth opened, but no words came out, though my nod appeared to have worked on him.
“Good.” He let go of my face and leaned his back on his seat, tugging his coat before looking down at his diamond embossed silver wristwatch.
“When we get there, don’t look at anyone. Keep your eyes down and remain by my side. All kinds of dangerous animals will be there. You, having a dress like that, will look like a slice of fresh, tender meat to them ready to be feasted on.”
I gathered up my wits together and focused on what he had just said. Animals? I have no idea what he meant by it, but I am pretty much sure that we are not going to a zoo, and telling me that I am going to be fresh meat to everyone’s eyes made my heart beat faster just as fear suddenly crawled up to my spine and lingered on the base of my nape.
“Why do you have to take me?” I voiced out in a shaky breath.
Kael didn't respond right away, and I was beginning to believe that he would never answer, but suddenly he gave me a fleeting glance and touched the button on the side of his door, sliding the partition glass down.
I ease back into my seat, thinking he’ll never be able to answer my question. Val’s gaze darted on through the rearview as soon as the glass completely went down, his gaze searching my face, worry lines appearing on the corner of his eyes.
Feeling a little dirty to myself at what we just did, I ignored him and looked outside the window, just as Kael suddenly spoke.
“I own you, bought you, and can take you wherever I want.”
Just like that, my world, all over again, crashes down to my feet.