Emerson and the Lion Ch. 06

Ali caught my eyes and his body heaved a huge sigh. A smile spread across his face and he reached a hand out towards the phone. I mirrored his reach. He was in his bed, at home. He must have finished up with whatever he needed at the villa. His shirt was off, showing a chest full of muscles. I noticed Ashkan eyeing him hungrily, but Ali wasn't returning his gaze.

Ali looked tired. I pointed at him and signed, "You sleep?" He shook his head and signed back, "Lots work."

"Good?" I signed, and he smiled and nodded excitedly. "You come here?" I signed.

He shook his head no and signed, "wait, wait." I nodded. We signed love you to each other and he said something to Ashkan who took the phone and went back to talking on it. When he finished, he hung up and picked up my bag, leading me towards the bedroom. The room was mostly white with large windows. The large bed had a fluffy white comforter. Ashkan set down my bag and began to put clothes away in drawers.

He wrote down on the notepad, "Ali says to go and wash, clean yourself as he would. I offered to do what he would do, but he said no, he doesn't want you touched. I'll set up the surprise for you when you're finished. I'll put out the clothes he wants you in and then leave you alone for awhile. I can tell his love runs deep for you."

He showed me to the bathroom. There was a large showerstall with several nozzles. He showed me how to turn on the main one for showering and then how to turn on the lower one that is handheld and could be used for the way Ali liked to clean me out. I understood what he wanted. He came back in with a small pair of green briefs and set them on the counter. He left and closed the door.

I took my time in the shower. I hadn't had one since Ali bathed me. The body washes and shampoo were the same as Ali used. He had planned this really well and in such a short time. I had a little trouble with the lower nozzle. It ran at full blast which I guess was to do its intended job. It left me a little sore and achy down there. I endured it though, Ali always had his reason and I knew I would be rewarded for following his instructions. I needed him relaxed and peaceful for what he needed to do.

I dried off and saw a little bottle of Ali's cologne. That smell. I got hard just seeing the bottle. I dashed a little in my palm like he did and then rubbed it over my chest and did a small swipe over my lip. I inhaled it anxiously and felt like crying. I missed him so much. I don't know what I would do if anything happened and I couldn't see him again, feel his touch, his kisses, his lion's pride inside me.

I slipped into the green briefs and padded out to the room to see what else Ashkan had laid out for me to wear. I hoped he wouldn't smell Ali's cologne on me and think I was weird.

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I walked out of the bathroom and saw Ali's tablet on this tripod facing the bed. I went to it and there he was, watching me and I was watching him. It was the facechat app and he had on a pair of glasses and was looking to the right, at something. I waved my hands and he noticed me and turned excitedly. I bounced in front of him in the briefs Ashkan had chosen. He looked me up and down with that excited grin he had when he was about to take me.

He said something and I signed, "What?" He pointed behind me at the bed. My phone was there. I picked it up and it was the app that listens and turns sounds into texts. I picked it up to read what he was saying.

"This will let you hear me. When I talk, it types what I Say. Did you have a good shower, my baby?"

I nodded as a huge smile plastered its way across my face.

"Good, lie down on the bed for me. It's positioned for me to see the bed and I can zoom in on you. You look so beautiful. I miss you so much."

I jumped onto the bed and knelt down to look at him. The tripod was right up against the foot of the bed with the tablet pointed down. I didn't move it, not wanting to mess it up.

"I already miss our time together. I need so badly to be inside you. Your little baby hole will forget how big I am if we don't work to keep it open. I worked hard to train it and I don't want to let it get lazy." he laughed as his words danced across the screen. My cock went rock hard from reading it.

"Is Ashkan taking care of you? He is an old friend. I have stayed in that apartment many times. He will protect you and train you how to take care of a man. I hope you are listening to him and being my good cub. He will show you how to cook some meals, keep the house, and wash clothes. Do you want to learn for me?"

I nodded excitedly. It hit me that Ali said he had stayed here many times with Ashkan. Ashkan hadn't acted like he knew Ali. But then servants I had seen around Ali's family knew how to keep things hidden.

"Lie down, my love, slide a hand inside your little briefs, reach down and touch that hole for me."

I did as he instructed, brushing past my aching hard-on and pulling back my balls to reach down to my hole.

"Does it feel good? Trace around it in circles like I do. Feel me touching you. Feel me pushing against it. It wants me in there so bad, doesn't it?" I read from the screen.

I nodded and turned my eyes to him, watching me. He was laid back in his desk chair, took off his reading glasses and set them to the side. He lifted his shirt off, showing his hairy, muscled chest, those hard abs, that little spot where his neck meets his shoulder where I like to bite.

I opened my lips, "Ahh!" as I found the right spot where he touches. I mimicked the right way he circles his prey with his finger.

"Take the briefs off, spread those legs for me. I need to be in there. Do you need it too?"

I nodded truthfully, slipped out of my briefs, and pulled my legs back to put my knees behind my shoulders. I was on display, ass spread open for him. He zoomed in on me, looking intently.

"It looks so beautiful, twitching and begging for Daddy to calm it. Put a finger in there for me." He leaned back in his chair, slipped off his shorts and I saw the top half of his cock spring out. It was rock hard and bounced against his stomach as he settled in to stroke it.

I laid back against the bed, alternating my eyes between the screens to watch him and read what he was saying to me.

"Push in, little cub, push in for me. Feel my finger slide into you, taking what's mine. Your little finger can't measure up to mine, but it's all right. We will get by."

I slid it into me. He'd fucked me long and multiple times yesterday, but I was already tight again. He was right, I'd lose my ability to take him if we didn't keep it up.

"The slick gel is on the side table. Take it and work two fingers in for me." Ali was making that face, his lips pursed in the "oooh." He was stroking slowly, squeezing that fat cock tightly to imitate my hole.

I did as instructed, fumbling with the bottle and spilling a few drops on the comforter. He smiled at my awkwardness as I put two fingers to my hole and started to push in. It hurt a little, but the gel spread tingling warmth inside me as I coated the hole with it.

"Work them in there, stretch it a little, go slow, little cub. You are not used to your own touch. Be gentle with my baby's hole." Ali was leaning forward to watch as I slid inside myself. My cock bounced a few times with expectation.

"Ahh," I started to moan as I found a few of the spots he knew so well. I felt my body shiver and I kept my eyes on his.

"That's my boy, rock them back and forth in my baby's hole. That's it, just like I do." Ali was jerking faster now. He worked up a rhythm of five fast strokes and then one hard squeeze. I eyed his cock hungrily. I need it here.

I slid the fingers in deeper, searching for the spots he always knew to touch. It felt ok, but it wasn't the same. Maybe I was too anxious, trying to make him happy. I started to feel like a mouse in a maze where the cheese had all been eaten. I fumbled around clumsily and accidentally stretched my hole a little too hard. I winced in pain and my cock started to soften.

"What hurts my boy?," Ali said. I shook my head no, signed "I ok." But he knew me, knew to read my face.

"It's ok, my cub. Your little flower only knows its master's touch. It was made for me. I knew it the first time I opened you up. Your body reacted so quickly and passionately. I felt it deeper when I slid inside you. Your body was made for me. My cock never felt like that with anyone. Every little ridge and turn made my body weak and Our two-piece puzzle aches to be put together. Nothing else will fit right."

I nodded and let the fingers slide out of myself gently.

"Your body needs its lion, nothing else will suffice. I will be with you as soon as it is safe."

I nodded sadly.

"Samir will be there in a few hours. He can hold you like I do while you sleep. But he knows better than to touch what is mine."

"Caleb?" I signed.

"Caleb is refusing to go back to LA and I can't send him off to Morocco. He wants to make sure you are ok. He is staying in the main house. Zaid is entertaining him."

I knew Caleb would be stubborn. He didn't give in, not even to the lions.

"Now, how to make my baby feel better?" Ali smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Let me watch you jerk your little cub toy. I haven't ever seen you do it."

He watched me with some level of amusement as I sat up a little and brought my cock back to attention. He leaned back and started to jerk again as well. Watching him squeeze and pump his cock quickly had me back to hard. He'd pause every few beats and pull on his nuts, squeezing them. I took note to do that next time I was sucking on him.

I couldn't even begin to compare our sizes. He had something to be proud of. I kept my eyes on his chest and started to jerk faster. I couldn't look him in the eyes. My body needed his, but he told me to jerk so I did.

I shot all over my chest. My body shook and twisted. My eyes closed on their own. It's hard to keep them open when I cum.

"Ahhh, Uhhh, Ahhh!" I didn't know how loud I was being. I couldn't control myself. I shot five or six times and opened my eyes just in time to see his face scrunch up with that look he gets when he's ready to join me.

His jaw dropped and his eyes fluttered as he shot along his stomach. His abs squeezed and jumped as he coated them with his lion juice. He looked at me and mouthed "fuck yeah" as he came.

We laid there looking at each other's work as we came down.

"You are loud when you cum. I love it," Ali said with a laugh.

I wiped my hand on a towel and reached for the phone to type back, "Oh no! Always? Am I?"

"Yes, it's adorable. So natural, primal. You aren't worried about someone hearing. Can't you tell?" He laughed.

"No," I typed, "I don't hear anything. Do you think Ashkan heard?"

"If he's listening, he's probably jerking off outside the door." Ali laughed. "Don't worry, Ashkan has heard me many times."

"You two have done stuff?" I asked, a sudden pain of jealousy twisted in my chest.

"Oh," Ali read my expression. "Not the way you and I do. He... " Ali paused, searching for words.

"We came there when my father bought the hotel. He keeps that apartment for us for vacations. I was younger at the time and Ashkan was 19. He was an orphaned cub. An older lion used him badly and then offered him to whomever wanted him. He was too tall and strong to be a cub, but too submissive to make it on his own. He had been broken in, trained too hard. My father offered him to help take care of guests at the hotel."

I felt the jealousy build in me and looked over at the door, suddenly feeling a mix of sympathy and anger towards Ashkan.

"When we visited, my father treated him like a respectable worker, not a sextoy," Ali kept on going, "But I was young and had needs and he smelled so weak and took to me so readily. I was figuring out my power, my pent up need to dominate. I sneaked him into my room every night and used him. He took it, he begged for more. I worked through my need and he taught me what he had learned."

"It wasn't like it is with you and me, my little cub. He taught me how to dominate, to conquer. You taught me how to do it with love. You are my prince. You are my heart."

"But yes, I have had many adventures with Ashkan. I do care for him greatly. He is loyal and works hard to keep our hotel profitable. And look at how he takes care of you. I sent you there because I knew that he would die before letting harm come to you. He sees that you carry my heart inside you."

The jealous knot started to unravel a bit. He was right. I had nothing to be jealous about. Of course he had been with others. He was handsome and 24. I just hadn't considered it before. My mind flashed to Ashkan bouncing in his lap as Ali held him. They were both tall, I struggled to picture their large bodies wrestling. And then my mind wandered to invent Caleb in his lap and other guys and I started feeling jealous again.

"Go and clean yourself, little cub," Ali snapped me back to the present. "Samir will be there tonight and you will help Ashkan prepare his meal as though it were for me. You will listen to Ashkan, learn from him. He knows how to provide a comfortable home. You will make me proud, little one. Yes?"

I nodded and typed, "Yes sir."

"I love you," he said with an adoring smile. "Never forget that. I need to get sleep and then get back to work. I am so tired, but I couldn't rest until I knew you were safe. Now I can."

We exchanged our little love vows like we always did when taking leave of each other. I left the tablet and phone running, not wanting to mess anything up. I went and showered again and put on the briefs.

Ashkan must have heard me in the shower because I came out to the room to find shorts and a t-shirt laid on the bed for me. The tablet and phone were gone.

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I went out to find Ashkan in the small kitchen. He was waiting for me with a smile. He showed me how to prepare the dinner for Samir. We made vegetables and steak in this marinade bowl and then took them out to the terrace where he fired up a BBQ grill. Kadir was lounging around the backyard and came over when he saw me.

Ashkan kept pointing to different things to show me how it should go. He had his notepad and would stop to make notes for me, "should look like this," or "this means it needs more time." He finished cooking everything and put it on a platter.

It felt weird, the both of us cooking a meal that neither of us would eat. Samir showed up as Ashkan was grilling some chicken for our dinner. Even together, our portion was much smaller than Samir's.

He came outside with a bag tossed over his shoulders and dark sunglasses. He smiled at me and I ran to him.

Samir held out his arms and lifted me up like Ali always does. I buried my face in his shoulder as he hugged me. He held me for a minute, giving my cheek a kiss and then set me on my feet. He went to hug Ashkan, they looked like old friends. Ashkan put a hand next to the top of Samir's head as though he were saying, "You have grown." I guess Ashkan had watched him grow up over the years.

Samir went and sat down at the outdoor table. Ashkan looked at me and pointed to the platter of food we had prepared for him. I scampered over to it and brought it to the table while Ashkan went to finish our chicken.

Samir gave me an excited smile. He pointed to the steak and then to me and gave me a look like, "You made this?" I nodded excitedly and he tried it, giving an approving nod and smile as he chewed.

I went to help Ashkan with the food for us as Samir started eating. Ashkan brought him a glass of wine for his steak. I put our chicken on a plate. He shoveled some salad on next to the chicken. It was the meal Ali always chose for me. I vowed that if I got safely back to Ali, I wouldn't ever complain about the chicken salad ever again.

We sat down to eat and Ashkan put my phone on the app I'd used with Ali to turn speech to text. Except Samir kept switching into Arabic so I didn't get a lot of what he was saying.

I typed out, "How is Caleb?" and held it up in front of Samir, but Ashkan grabbed my hand and pulled it back. He set the phone down and slid it over to Samir on the table.

"That is the polite way to ask," Ashkan said.

Samir read my question and pulled my chair over close to his. He set the phone down so we could both see it.

"He isn't happy, but if he gets involved with this, he could get hurt. We are all already involved. I don't know if Izem knows Caleb even exists. Either way it is best to keep him out of this and send him home as soon as he will go." Samir said to the speech-to-text app and took a sip of his wine.

He leaned back in his chair, finished with his meal. He put his arm around me and said that he liked the meal, that I had done a good job.

Without Ali there, Samir knew he was the head lion. He seemed to relish the role. He had a cub, a servant, an open rooftop with a view of the ocean. He had two subservients here and knew we were going to spend the next few days treating him as a king until Ali arrived.

After dinner, Ashkan and I cleaned up. I hadn't done dishes in a long time. The hot water hurt my hands. Samir stretched out in a captain's chair with his feet up as he watched some soccer match on TV. The sun was setting and I was starting to yawn as Ashkan had me dry the dishes while he put them away. We cleaned the grill and put everything away.

We found Samir sleeping in his chair after we finished. He'd had a long flight and probably didn't sleep on the plane like I had. I started to leave him there and head for the bedroom, but Ashkan stopped me and shook his head. He made the sign for "Wait" and went to Samir's chair.

Ashkan kissed him softly on the cheek and rubbed his hair. Samir stirred and looked up between us with an adorable yawn. They said something to each other, but Ashkan had taken my phone away and put it in Samir's pocket. He would be the keeper now, the protector of the cub.

Samir got up and went to close the doors, bring in Kadir, and check all of the locks. It was just as Ali did every night when he laid me in the bed. As we had cooked and cleaned, Samir too had a role to play.

He finished and came to me, put his hand in the center of my back and nudged me towards the bedroom. Ali had said he would hold me so I could sleep and feel safe.

I changed into pajama pants and a tank top. Samir merely took off his shirt and pants. He stood before me in a pair of black briefs with gold trim and a healthy bulge. He stretched with a yawn and rubbed at his left eye showing off his smooth, dark abs and arm muscles. I hugged my stuffed lion as he pulled back the comforter and pushed me towards the bed. He slid in behind me, his arms wrapping my chest, pulling me back against him.

I felt normal again for just a minute. His muscles felt so familiar and safe; his cologne was from the same batch as my lion's. Even his sweat matched his brother's. He was growing into his brother's role, but not quite there yet. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, my body absorbed his pulsing heat. I closed my eyes against the pillow.

I woke up hard, it was dark in the room and Samir must have been having an exciting dream because I felt his proud manhood pressing between my ass cheeks, slowly riding me up and down. The movement must have been going on awhile because I felt the back of my pajamas had been pushed down so my ass was exposed.

We were so tightly pressed together that his nose was just over my ear, his cheek against my hair. I inhaled his scent. He was sweating a little, probably from the hot scene in his dream.

I just laid there as he held me tightly, my back against his chest. He rubbed himself against me a few more times and then I felt a rush of hot breath against my cheek as his body let go of his frustration. I felt hot globs shoot against my ass and back as he kissed my ear. I reached my hand back slowly and felt his briefs, sticky and warm. Some of his cum had shot through the material and onto me.