United with the Family - Cherie Benjamin (book reader for pc txt) 📗

her to stand beside him, but he had an arm wrapped securely around her waist.

 

"Yes, Father."

 

"I just got a call from Roaland; someone torched Puss and Boots."

 

"FUCK!"  Kane said.

 

"Yeah, that's what I said.  He is handling the fire marshal, and the cops.  But we will need to go tomorrow and check out the damage."

 

"Okay, I'll go first thing in the morning."  Kane said. He had hoped he could spend some quality time with Ara.

 

"That will be fine, but I would wait until around ten or eleven in the morning.  We also need to talk about tonight."

 

"Sure, Dad."

 

"Ara, sweetheart, I promise I'll make this quick, and then we will go home."

 

Ara nodded, reached up, and placed a kiss on his lips.  "I'm fine; go take care of business."

 

Nazario stared at the couple; hearing her tell Kane to take care of business, was the only thing that Nazario needed to hear.  Any self-doubt that lingered had disappeared. She had won his approval.

 

Nazario and Kane went off to Nazario's office, and discussed the evening.  Nazario was mad, but was happy how well Kane had handled everything. He knew that Kane would make a great Don.

 

After finishing, they return to the ladies, who were now on the deck drinking a glass of wine.  Kane told his parents they would be back soon and ushered Ara quickly out of the house and into his car.  As he sped down the driveway, Kane reached over and grabbed Ara's hand; he felt the connection between them, and he was able to let go of all the bad memories of the evening. He couldn't wait until they got home to make some more good memories.

Chapter 8

 

Driving home from his parents' house, Kane held onto Ara's hand as if it was a lifeline to calm him down from the dark side he crossed into every time he had to kill someone.  Usually it took several glasses of Jameson, but, with this angel beside him holding his hand so tightly, he could feel the light come back to his soul in mere minutes. She was his light, and shined brightly enough to brighten even his dark soul.

"Kane, are you okay?"  Ara asked.

"Yes, my sweet."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I wish I could, but I can't."

"You don't trust me?"

Kane pulled over to the shoulder of the road.  Turning toward Ara, and looking deeply into her beautiful eyes, he said,

"I trust you with my life, but I don't want to put you in a situation where, if you were ever picked up by the police, you might have to tell them our conversation."

"But, I would never say anything."  Ara pleaded.

"I know you wouldn't want to, but until we are married, you might be pressured to do so."

Married.  Married to Kane.  Surely, he misspoke.

Kane watched her face when he said "until they were married”; he could see a hint of longing. So maybe he wasn’t the only one with these feelings.

"I am not going to put you in that position."

"Thank you, but know I would never do anything to hurt you or your family."  Ara swore.

"I know, Ara, I know."

Leaning over, he captured her lips. She got lost in the feeling of his lips on hers.  The energy that was always there pulsed in waves and waves, crashing deep inside of Kane's heart and soul, causing blissful peace and love.  HOLY FUCK, Kane thought this was what his parents had talked about.  Opening his eyes, he looked down at her face.  It was so beautiful. When her eyes fluttered open and her chocolate brown orbs stared deep into his, he saw the desire behind them.

"Fuck, my sweet, what are you doing to me?"

"Kane, please.  I need you so badly."  Ara moaned. "I am so wet for you.  Only for you."

Kane's cock, which was always in a state of hardness around her, since the first time he had met her, just went from simply hard to titanium.  It was pushing so hard against his zipper that it felt like the teeth were cutting into it. "Baby, I want you, too, but we can't here. However, I promise I will take good care of you, as soon as we walk in the door.  Now be a good girl and give me a little taste."

Ara was so turned on that she knew if she touched her pussy that she would surely cum instantly.  "Kane, I'm scared."

Kane backed up a little, and became very worried.  Why was she scared? Had his dark side scared her? There was nothing he could do about it; it was part of him, just as his dominant side was.  "What are you scared of, my sweet?"

"If I touch your pussy, I know I will cum, and I don't want to cum, and break your rule."

Kane sighed.  Fuck; she was not thinking of herself.  She was thinking about only him and his rules before her own needs.  Would it be cruel to deny her an orgasm when she had been so good? Yes, but he really wanted her to wait until they returned home, because, if she was that turned on, he was sure he could make her squirt and damn he wanted to see and drink that.  He knew what he needed to do. It was time for Dominant Kane to come out. He took a moment to get into the right mindset, and then looked right into her eyes. "You will collect my pussy juice, that I have told you was mine, and feed me. But… you better not cum.  Your orgasm is also mine, and I will tell you when you are allowed to have one. Am I clear about this, my sweet?" Kane said in his Dominant voice.

Ara saw Kane’s eyes change from the lovely soft green to a deep dark green; his voice deepened, and became rough and hoarse. Hearing him demand her to feed him his pussy juices, and yet not cum, made her even more turned on.

"Answer me, or I will have to punish you."  Kane demanded.

"Sorry, Sir, this girl understands and will not cum."

"Good, now hurry up; I am hungry for that sweet nectar."

Ara took a quick moment, and began to try to think of anything other than her pulsing pussy, so she would not cum as soon as she touched it.  She quickly decided to name all the states in her head…in alphabetical order, to make sure she really concentrated. She reached down and slipped her hand under her skirt and carefully dipped her finger into her panties, and gathered up his juices.  Bringing her finger from under her skirt, she offered her finger to Kane.

"Such a good little girl; now feed me."  Kane opened his mouth and Ara put her finger in his mouth.  "So fucking yummy; when we get home, I will be eating some more of that.  Now take off those wet panties and lift your skirt. I want to rub my pussy some, and snack all the way home."

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!  Ara thought. He was going to push her over the edge.  She sat back, reached down, and removed her extremely wet panties, and pulled her skirt up so he could see her pussy.  She continued to recite the names of the states in alphabetical order in order to not concentrate on Kane's hand.

"Oh, good girl, now, let's get going."

Kane started the car and began driving home.  When he had shifted into fifth gear, he moved his hand from the gear shift, over to his pussy.  Fuck, she was soaking wet and her clit was so swollen, that he knew she was right on the edge of an orgasm. He knew that they weren't actually in playtime, but he wondered if she would use her safe word if it became too much.

"Kane, please, please let me cum."

"NO!  Listen to me, you will not cum."

Ara's heart was beating so fast, she could feel her orgasm building and building; she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"YELLOW!"  Ara screamed.

Kane removed his hand from her pussy and smirked; she had done the right thing, and he was so proud of her.  "What is wrong, my sweet?" Kane asked in a softer, velvety tone.

"This girl was about to cum. This girl needs a moment to calm down."

"My sweet, I am so proud of you.  Are you ready for me to continue?"

"Give this girl a minute, please."

"Certainly, my sweet."

Ara closed her eyes, centered herself, and took several deep breaths.  "This girl is ready."

Kane smirked and moved his hand back over to his pussy. Her clit was still swollen, but as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye, he saw she had leaned further back in the seat and had her eyes closed and was taking controlled deep breaths.  Damn, even an experienced submissive would have probably cum. He couldn't wait until they got into his playroom and he could see how far he could push her.

Soon, they arrived in the city, and he removed his hand, brought it up to his lips, and licked all the goodness from his fingers. As  they came up to a stoplight, and he down shifted, Ara reached to pull down her skirt.

"What the fuck are you doing?"  Kane demanded.

"Pulling down this girls skirt."  Ara said.

"Why?"

"Kane, we are in the city and your windows are not tinted."

"So?"

"Someone might see your pussy."

"Fuck them.  They will be jealous bastards, knowing that I am sitting here beside you with you open and ready for me."

Ara felt so uncomfortable, but also very turned on.  Was it wrong to want someone to see her like this?

"The thought is turning you on, isn't it, little sweet?"

Ara turned to face Kane, her face flushed and her eyes dilated.  "Yes."

"Me, too.  We will be home soon, and we both will find some relief."

Ara nodded, and turned to face the front.  She didn't look to the side window, even though she wanted to know if someone saw her.

They arrived at the apartment building and Kane parked his car in its space.  He got out and came around to the passenger side door. Opening it, he looked down at his sweet little pussy all glossy and wet.  Getting on his knees, he leaned in, licked his pussy, and sucked on the clit.

"KANE!"  Ara screamed.

"What?  I’m just giving it some attention."  Kane smirked. He pulled down the skirt and picked up her panties.  He brought them to his nose and sniffed them. Fuck, they smelled good.  He offered Ara his hand to help her out.

Ara unhooked her seatbelt, and took Kane's hand.  They walked to the elevator, and Kane used his key and pushed the Penthouse button.  They held hands all the way up. Ara then remembered their purchases.

"Kane, our purchases are in the back of the other car."

"No, I had Ben and Janetta bring them in.  They are in our room."

"Oh, that's good."

They arrived on Kane's floor and soon as they stepped into the foyer, Kane pushed her up against the wall.  Bending down, he pulled the skirt from her body and threw it across the room. He then grabbed the edge of her blouse and pulled it up and over her head. It, too, went sailing in the