Chapter 42

***Kenya.***

"How did you know that I danced for you on that night?" I whispered, my hands splayed on his exposed forearms, caressing them.

"You are mine, Kenya. No one knows you like I do. No one ever would." He pulled away, to watch the effect of his words in my eyes. Shifting back, he allowed me some space to dance, knowing that I would accept.

Slowly, I stood on my toes, my limbs stretching to the music. My seam's slit gave and I halted. Frowning in irritation.

"Don't worry about it. I'd buy you another." Levi's soft, deep voice calmed me.

To emphasize his words, he came closer and ripped the slit some more, my thong and chain fully exposed. The thong, a deep red, like the dress. Excitement stirred inside me. My heart thudded as he skimmed his skillful fingers along the chain and my exposed skin. I inhaled my breath sharply, my body ignited in flames.

Holding my hand, he twirled me. My movements turned expressive as I moved in time to the steps that Levi initiated. It was like a tango and ballet, mixed with a touch of contemporary flair, a waltz. Our bodies pressed painfully as we continued to dance. Well Levi wasn't exactly dancing as a ballerina. He was only my anchor.

"That night of your debut, when the ballet boy held you this close." He pressed my body into his, one leg stretched at an odd angle over his bulging front. My core rubbed sweetly against his length.

"He's not a ballet boy, Levi. He is LloydPatrick" My mind was blank, useless, as I was pressed into him. My body wound tight with desire.

*How could I crave this man and at the same time, hate him so?*

"I don't care his name." Levi's voice, was husky. "I wanted to break his fingers, one by fucking one on that night." He growled, spinning me and grinding my butt to his bulgy cock.

Levi suddenly spun me round and my face came against his, and he claimed my lips in a kiss. His breath, smelling of fine brandy, and wine, hanging there, mingling with mine.

"I don't like it when others touch what belongs to me. And you, Kenya Ruthford, belongs to me." Levi swore.

Walking the both of us to a plush red, velvet chair, Levi sat down, with me straddling him. He continued the kiss, slowing the pace to nips and kisses. My core ached, my nipples rigid.

Pulling away, I asked, breathlessly. "I thought after last nightwhen you left thatthat" I grew speechless.

"You were a naughty girl last night." His smile was dark, his voice thick with need. A need that mirrored mine. "Today, you were a wife. A friend. My calm." Each point, he emphasized with a kiss.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

He didn't reply, he only smiled, meaningfully.

Levi ground my hips onto his engorged cock, caressing my exposed thighs. He palmed my butt and pressed me closer to him. I was wet inside, my body aching with need. I moaned, gasped, as he rolled his hips. The action making me impulsively rock my hips to his rhythm.

Slipping a deft finger inside my thong, Levi found my wet center and circled my clit. I bit him, my teeth grazing his ear. Levi growled low, his finger increasing the tempo of the circles and strokes as I grew wet for him. Cum leaked out of me, his name my balm.

My first wave of an orgasm soon found me and I fell into his shoulder, clutching him tight.

"Your reward, Mrs Ruthford" Levi announced in a whisper. I stared at him through clouded eyes, puzzled. Levi smiled darkly and shifted me to reach for his fly. He opened it and his hardened cock came free, the hardness enthralling me. My insides pooled with need. Reaching for my thong, he shifted it slightly and kissed me, while he adjusted me to gain entrance into me.

Drunk by his actions, I mentally tried to recall all I had read and watched about this position. It was different for me from our first night of pleasure. Before I could have the time to comprehend, I felt the intrusion of his hard cock and I cried out in pain at the invasion. Still new to this, Levi allowed my body stretch to his size, kissing me and thumbing my clit, as I adjusted to him.

Shaken, raw with need, I began undulated to his rhythm. The pleasure, rippling inside me. My rolling hips sent jolts to Levi's cock, making him thrust in slow strokes.

Soft cries escaped me as his thrusts grew intense, deep. The pleasure swelling over us. He groaned. I moaned. Levi pulled down my dress, my strapless lace corset following next. My bare breasts sprung free. Levi groaned as he leaned in and took one puckered nipple to his mouth, biting it and sucking on it. I gripped him, my sex clenching him. Tight and sweet.

"Levi, II need" I pleaded desperately behind muffled gasps and moans.

"Let go, Baby. Cum for me. Don't hold back." He whispered in my ear, his voice a search light, leading me to the edge of ecstasy. I never knew this position could be so deep, direct to my core. And I found out that I liked the position, a lot.

I came. Hot and heavy. And my cum flowed onto Levi's cock, my pussy clenching him. He gasped and grazed my ear. Nipping and kissing my jawline. His continuous thrusts increased pace. His body going rigid, Levi finally cracked his own release. A guttural sound, escaping him. My name, a desperate plea escaped his lips. Another wave of an orgasm crashed me, as a result.

When our bodies finally returned to earth, the scent of our sex filling the strawberry scented room, Levi kissed my lips.

"You belong only to me, Mrs Kenya Ruthford, never forget that."