His to Take (Mastering Melody Book 2) Read online

  After unbuckling it, he slid the strap free and unbuttoned his pants, reaching inside to pull out his cock once his pants were unzipped. Fisting his cock with one hand, the other moved to my chin, his thumb pushing down to open my mouth, and he rubbed across my lips with the tip of his dick. When he grunted and pushed against my mouth, I opened and let him inside, a motion he did slow and steady as if afraid to hurt me until he filled my mouth and reached the back of my throat.

  But that’s where his gentleness ended. The hand on his cock found a home on the back of my head, gripping my hair tight while the other moved from my chin to around my neck. He squeezed enough to restrict my breathing, already limited by the size of him alone, and used the hand on my hair to keep me in place. Every little withdrawal and thrust made me gag and choke, especially when he held me firmly while my body thrashed in survival mode in an attempt to break free, and his hold on my throat increased until dots danced in front of my eyes.

  I think that’s what he wanted though because all the sudden he gripped my hair so hard and squeezed my neck so tight I saw stars, his hot come shooting down my throat with a final rough thrust, filling up the back of my mouth because I couldn’t swallow fast enough.

  Once I managed to take it all, he pulled out but kept his hold on my throat, and pressed until blackness took over, causing me to pass out at his feet.

  * * *

  The softness of the bed beneath me begged me to keep my eyes closed because surely I must be dreaming following all the hard surfaces I had laid on recently.

  It became apparent I wasn’t dreaming when I opened my eyes, discovering the strange man lying fully naked on his left side next to me, watching me with his curious hazel-colored gaze. He frowned, lifting his hand to my neck, only to stroke gently when I flinched at his touch.

  His touch changed, skimming the tips of his fingers down my neck, briefly touching my collarbone before moving to my breast, and weighing it in his hand with a short grunt of approval while tweaking my pierced nipple with two fingers.

  Afraid to speak because he hadn’t said one word to me yet, I remained motionless and silent as he moved to straddle my hips, cupping a breast in each of his hands and giving them both a squeeze. I watched him use his thumb and index finger on both hands to grab the tiny rings and tug on them, leaning in to lick each as my nipples tightened into hard little buds.

  Letting go, he inched down my body, bending my knees and planting my feet firmly on the bed before splaying my legs as wide as they would go.

  When he lowered his head toward the juncture between my legs, I shoved my hand into his hair and tugged hard, objecting with a sharp, “No!”

  He might no longer smell bad — in fact, he merely smelled like whatever scent he wore now, all signs of animal and the outdoors gone — but I did.

  Lifting his head, he stared at me, yet not with anything other than a curious expression. He tilted his head to the side a little, reminding me of a dog listening, and remained silent. Waiting for an explanation? Would he even understand?

  Even if not, I had to say something, and my face heated as I pulled them out of his hair to motion with my hands for clarification. Rubbing the pads of my fingers back and forth across my forearm, I said, “I need to shower.”

  He didn’t move, his brows furrowed as he frowned, and I repeated myself. “I need to shower. To bathe?” Raising a hand to my face, I rubbed my cheek similar to the way I had my arm. “I’m dirty. I want to wash.”

  No reaction. He merely watched me with intense interest, and not stopping me when I closed my legs and sat up, bringing our faces inches apart. Slowly, I brought my hand up toward my head and touched my right ear, watching his gaze flick to my ears before moving back to my…lips?

  Oh god.

  He couldn’t hear me and if he didn’t know English, he wasn’t able to understand what I wanted, or anything I said. And judging by the fact he hadn’t spoken at all, only grunted, I assumed he couldn’t talk either.

  “Melody.” I pointed at myself and spoke slowly, knowing he couldn’t respond, but wanting to see what would happen.

  His eyes sparked, the brilliant smile from earlier reappearing on his face, as he poked himself in the chest…and grunted.

  Okay, good. He got it even if he couldn’t reciprocate verbally.

  Making sure to keep my movements unhurried, I climbed off the bed and made the only motion he might understand. Facing him, I crossed my legs, covered my crotch with both hands, and questioned, “Bathroom?”

  He stood with a nod and pointed to the bedroom door, then began to walk that way, smiling again when he glanced over his shoulder to see me following him.

  The hallway was empty, the bathroom only a few steps outside his room and to the right. He let me pass by to go in first, then came inside as well and shut the door behind him, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

  Of course he wouldn’t leave me alone. I doubted, other than in rooms such as the one I had been in at first, that I would ever be alone again while here.

  When I sat down to use the toilet, he averted his gaze, and brought it back once I stood up and flushed. Then, I pointed at me, then to the shower stall, and made sure he watched my lips before telling him, “Shower.”

  I took his continued stance in front of the door as permission since he didn’t nod in response or move to discourage me, turned on the hot water more than the cold, and shut myself inside.

  Luckily, a dry washcloth hung on the bar, and I was glad it smelled clean when I checked to see. First, though, I looked around for some shampoo, only to see a small round opaque tub with a black lid sitting on the shelf next to a bar of soap. After wetting my hair, I picked up the container, opened it, and held it to my nose.

  The beige colored substance inside had a strange yet not displeasing fragrance and lathered nicely when I scoop a little of it with two fingers before setting down the tub and rubbing it between my hands.

  Figuring it might be homemade, I used it in my hair, covering every inch before rinsing it out and grabbing the rag to wash the rest of my body.

  He surprised me by opening the door and joining me, grabbing the rag from my hands and lathering it with soap before motioning for me to turn around with one finger. Then, he scrubbed my back as the water continued to spray over me, running the rag over my ass before he turned me around to wash the soap off my back as well as out of the cloth.

  Sliding his hands through my hair, he pulled it tight, squeezed the excess water out, and removed me from the water entirely. Shutting it off, he opened the door and grabbed my hand, not even letting me dry off before leading the way back to the bedroom.

  He must have kicked the door shut because it closed behind us with a minor bang and after dragging me over to the bed, he laid me on my back with my ass on the edge. Right back to his original intention as he dropped to his knees, shoved my legs open, and slid his hands under my butt to grip both cheeks.

  My face heated as he put his head between my legs and drew in a long breath before growling, the firm tip of his tongue sliding along the entry points of the rings in my labia, up one side and then down the other. Since his hands hadn’t moved from where they firmly clutched my ass, that meant he used his teeth to loosen the ribbons and then his mouth to move them out of the way, any further thoughts leaving my mind as he plunged his tongue roughly into my pussy.

  I gripped the soft blanket in my hands as he alternated between savage thrusts of his tongue, licking and sucking my clit, and biting me. Not nipping playfully, but painful enough tears flowed down my cheeks, and I knew what he did would leave teeth marks if not bruises.

  Ecstasy didn’t even begin to describe the feeling and intensity of my orgasm, his hard body coming down to rest on me while my whole body shook, his weight stealing my breath as he sheathed himself inside me with one forceful thrust. He wrapped his hand around my throat, rested his head next to mine on the bed, and fucked me hard without looking at me as his husky gro
ans filled my ear.

  Each out motion followed by the brutish ram of his cock became agony and a keen pleasure I had never experienced, leaving me sobbing while gasping for breath thanks to his grip on my neck. I hovered on the edge of consciousness when another orgasm ripped through me again, my pussy clenching around his cock almost desperately, and he gave with a final thrust accompanied by an utterly contented grunt as he filled me.

  He pulled out and rolled away a second later, leaving the room without so much as a backward glance, shutting the door softly behind him as I laid there gulping air into my needy lungs and wondering when he would return.

  3

  When I finally could breathe and no longer felt as if I were going to pass out, finding a stack of tissues on the nightstand to clean up with was a relief.

  I wanted to walk out the door, to go to the bathroom to clean myself and see how far I could go before somebody stopped me, but I wasn’t daring enough to attempt it. I feared being punished more than sating my curiosity and didn’t see that changing as long as what I was allowed to do remained unknown.

  Wiping away his cum with tissues, I threw them in the wastebasket by the bed and retied the ribbons before taking my first good look at the room I had woken up in.

  Gorgeous wood paneling covered every wall, the carpet beneath my feet plush and the color of grass, and three towering windows with an impressive view of a beautiful blue sky hovering over the thick forest were to the left of the bed.

  And the room suited him. It wasn’t sparse, but if this room belonged to him, there weren’t any personal items beyond basics, and no pictures or anything that would tell me his name or where the hell this place was.

  When the door opened, I turned to it thinking he had returned, only to see a barefoot naked woman standing there with hands clasped in front of her.

  “Follow me,” she said with a thick accent and led the way out of the room.

  I stayed behind her as she escorted me through the house. Nicely furnished but sparse and told me nothing about anything important. I didn’t know why it bothered me, just that it did.

  No other people — or naked slaves — were in sight and I began to wonder where everybody was until we stopped in front of the office he had taken me to earlier. I heard laughter and indistinguishable talking coming from down the hall as she opened the door and waved me past her.

  She didn't follow me in there and as the door clicked shut behind me, I wondered if perhaps fear should be what I felt as an enormous man stood up behind the desk and beckoned me forward with a sharp command in heavily accented English. “Come.”

  The office wasn’t well lit and when I stopped in front of the desk, the presence of the man from the bedroom — wearing clothes again, at that! — leaning against the right wall surprised me. I kept my eyes focused on the man behind the desk, however, because instinct told me he requested my presence.

  “You should be proud of yourself,” he began, only he seemed more annoyed than anything else. “My son’s decision to keep you for himself will cost me a significant amount of money.”

  Shocked, I examined the man carefully and saw that yes, they were related, although he had darker skin than his son and a huskier build. Then, what he said about me being kept caused me to speak without thinking, mostly because I didn’t understand what I would be proud of when I had nothing to do with it. “I’m sorry, what?”

  Good thing he seemed to want to talk with me, not at me, because he shrugged and sat back down. “I must not only return the money I received for your stay, but I must pay the man who sent you here an extra fee. Lucky I am a rich man, and you shall be the one to pay me back.”

  Oh god, I now belonged to the man who acted more like an animal than human? I couldn’t help but repeat myself while adding stupid things in my confusion as to what the hell was going on. “I’m sorry, what…what do you mean? I don’t have any money—”

  His laughter cut me off and it wasn’t a cheerful or happy sound. “What is your name, girl?”

  My response came out weak and timid, everything changing so fast finally catching up to me. “Melody.”

  “Rohan doesn’t speak. Although he is the oldest son, one of his younger brothers will take over upon my death. Rohan is an excellent hunter, but is otherwise useless, and will never hold any position in this household.”

  I didn’t know why he told me all that, but I focused on two things: the man’s name was Rohan, and his father thought him useless. Rohan struck me as anything except useless and I hadn’t even spent a whole day with him yet, so I wanted to know why he thought of his son that way.

  “Why do you think him useless?”

  He glared at me. “Are you as stupid as he is, girl? A man who cannot speak, and lacks the desire to learn, is useless.”

  I frowned, flicking my gaze toward Rohan, who wore a blank expression while watching our exchange, and then back at his father. “Surely you know some deaf people don’t speak?”

  “Pardon? My son is not deaf, girl. He understands people perfectly. He just doesn’t speak.”

  Unbelievable. How did his father not know? Surely they would have tested him…or maybe not. Fuck, this would be the time it was useful to know where the hell I was at.

  Without thinking, I turned to face Rohan and point at myself as I said, “Melody.”

  He straightened from the wall and did the same thing as earlier, grunting as he poked himself in the chest. When his father merely smiled at me like this proved his point, I didn’t smile back and pointed at his son. “Rohan.”

  Rohan grinned at me while his father merely sighed. “You are wasting my time, girl. As I said, he understands perfectly and had his hearing checked as a young child.”

  Yeah, but what about since then? I wanted to say that but instead chose to prove him wrong without saying something that might anger him. Turning away from both of them, so they couldn’t see me talking, I said, “Rohan.” Then, a little louder, “Rohan!”

  When I faced them again, Rohan stared at me blankly, while his father’s expression changed to confusion. I didn’t understand how they could have missed his deafness, but also made me curious about why he didn’t know English. Then again, perhaps it was only spoken to those who aren't aware of their native language and he had never gotten the chance to watch and learn.

  Since he basically said I belonged to his son, I might not need to act so much like a slave who couldn’t say what she wanted and said, “Your son isn’t stupid. He may not speak, but as you said, he understands you and everyone else. What language do you speak?”

  His father stood without answering me — figured he wouldn’t answer that revealing question — and Rohan moved his gaze over to him, his father pointing one finger at his own ear as he said something I couldn’t understand. As Rohan shook his head, his father smacked the desk and said more mysterious things, all while his son stepped back and grabbed my hand, unperturbed by his father’s action.

  “Join him at dinner,” his father commanded in a shaky voice with a dismissive wave. “We will continue this later; I must make some calls.”

  I bet one of those was to curse out any doctor who never pointed out the obvious about his son since childhood. He might not have been born deaf, but he certainly was now, and probably had been for a long time.

  However, my stomach growled at the idea of food so I shoved any more thoughts about this aside and tugged on Rohan’s hand while looking over at the door.

  With a final glance at his now distracted father, he took charge, leading me out of the room and down the hall toward what I hoped would be my first real meal here.

  * * *

  Dinner smelled and looked delicious, and made me wonder why they fed the slaves so poorly. Not that I would ask. Certain Rohan might answer me if he could, but anybody else? Nope, especially with the way they looked at me during dinner.

  When Rohan walked into the room with me — holding my hand, at that — everybody had fallen silent and turned to
stare at us, mostly with rounded eyes and open mouths. He hadn’t seemed bothered, though, merely walking over to a chair near the end of the table and pulling me down onto his lap, picking up the food with his fingers after a servant put a plate in front of him.

  I admit this whole situation intrigued me, particularly when the entire table busted into murmurs and gasps when he began to feed me from his own hand, kissing my neck while pressing what smelled like chicken against my lips.

  Didn’t take a genius to figure out this wasn’t normal, nor was understanding their language necessary. Rohan had claimed a slave as his own, and the angry expressions on some faces around the table made it clear many weren’t happy with it. Either that or this was the first time he had brought a naked woman to dinner — I didn’t see anybody else with a naked person on their lap. Fuck knew nobody here was going to tell me a thing they didn’t have to.

  I ate from his hand, albeit sometimes a bit slower than he liked, because if I didn’t take it fast enough, he would bite my neck…and I began to enjoy the pleasurable shocks it sent through me even alongside the little initial sting of pain.

  Suspicions about Rohan’s understanding of the people around us as well as their reactions to this display were confirmed when he scooped some mashed potatoes on two of his fingers and put them in my mouth, making it necessary to suck and lick them off.

  He groaned into the crook of my neck, grinding his growing arousal against my ass, and then his smile against my throat when someone nearby slammed their hand down on the table told me everything I needed to know.

  Definitely wasn’t useless or stupid and everyone thinking so had probably worked to his advantage; I hoped I hadn’t inadvertently ruined that for him.

  And I wouldn’t know because his father walked into the room, took the seat at the head of the table to our right, then after getting his son’s attention he said something to Rohan while looking at me pointedly.