Emerson and the Lion Ch. 07

"The good news is you are 100% owned by Ali Hamad. No other man has any claims on you according to the partnership. The bad news is he only partially destroyed Izem. He never could finish someone off. A man recovering has a long time to think of revenge," Samir didn't look pleased.

"But for now," Samir continued, "You will lie here with me. It is not time to leave our comfort just yet."

I nodded and snuggled into his chest thinking about what would happen when Ali walked through the door. I was starting to forget his face, his arms, his chest. My stomach turned at the thought that this was just a dream.

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Ali would be here in an hour. Ashkan had cut the hair on my head and removed it from other parts of me as the spa had done back in Satra. He applied a fresh henna tattoo with Ali's name because the old one was starting to fade. He must have received instructions from Ali. He knew too well what needed to be done.

Ashkan prepared a bath for me with strange scented oils in it. It smelled good, but a little strong. He told me to clean everything and begin to stretch myself to prepare for my "master."

"Your lion's cock has not been with you in a long time. It will feel twice as big as before. He will be bigger, you will be smaller. You need to open yourself up to prepare. He will be in a rush, not as patient this time." Ashkan warned.

Samir stayed out in the living room, he wanted no part of the preparations. I wondered if he would be nervous seeing Caleb.

Ashkan had showed me using two fingers and his other cupped hand what he suggested I should do. I got into the bathtub and started to figure it out. It took a long time, but I was able to get comfortable and relax with it. I was hard the whole time just thinking about Ali coming to me soon. After awhile, I had to start taking breaks to calm down. I knew I should save my pleasure for him.

I finished up in the bath and drained the water. I still felt oily so I rinsed the tub out and dried myself with a fresh towel. My skin felt smooth, but a little too oily. I was slippery and shiny.

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I came out with a towel wrapped around me and Samir was sitting on the bed wearing a pair of jogging pants with the waistband of his underwear peeking out of the top. He looked up at me with a half smile and then shook his head no. I looked around but didn't see any clothes to change into.

"You stink. Why did Ashkan use those oils on you? Go and shower, clean them off. Get a fresh towel as well," Samir typed with a scrunched face as he came close to me.

I gave a confused look. I had done as instructed. I thought he would be pleased.

"Those are the smells of a whore. They use them to let the customer know they are clean, sanitary and ready. It's not something you want to smell when you come home to your love, your innocent. A proper cub should smell like soap or his master's choice in fragrance, nothing more. Ashkan doesn't know these things. He hasn't been a cub in many years," Samir typed. He kissed my cheek and pulled back in repulsion.

I went back in and put the towel in the hamper. I opened the window above the bath to get the scent out. I got into the shower and washed everything with the unscented bodywash. I used the lower nozzle to spray inside me, it didn't hurt this time.

When I came out, Ashkan had laid a pair of briefs, small yellow shorts, and a white tank top that read, "Surfs Up California Beach Dude!," on the bed. I laughed at that not sure if it meant surfing the entire coast. Shirts sold in non-English countries didn't always get things right.

I dressed and poked my head out. Ashkan came in and fixed my hair for me. The top of my light blonde hair was growing out, such a contrast to the closely shaved sides. He put some gel in my hair and gave the top a braided look, pulling my bangs back and weaving the hair together tightly. It gave me a very bohemian beach boy look.

Ashkan secured the silver crescent necklace Ali had given me behind my neck. He adjusted my shirt and smiled from behind me in the mirror. I turned and gave him a hug. He kissed my cheek.

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Ali came in as I sat with Samir on the couch with my head on his shoulder. I jumped up when I saw the door open. He stalked into the room on a mission. He had on black pants and a tight black tank top. It had one of those square cut chests that made his chest look huge.It's the kind of shirt only foreigners or gay gym guys would wear back home. On him it worked.

He looked tired, anxious, he'd shaved his head. It changed his face from proper business man to hardened soldier. I jumped to my feet and started towards him.

He scanned the room and then came for me like a missile, pulled me up into his chest, and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. He smelled like his cologne and sweat with a dash of stale airplane.

I peered over his shoulder and saw Caleb slink in behind him holding his bag. He was still waking up, pushing down his messy blonde hair. He smiled at me, set his bag down and looked around. His eyes found Samir on the couch and a hopeful look spread across his face.

He went over and knelt in front of Samir. Caleb kept his eyes down, looking reserved and a little scared. He bowed and Samir didn't look up from playing on his phone. I didn't understand that, but Ali didn't waste time in whisking me off towards the bedroom. His skin pulsed around me.

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Ali carried me straight back to the main bedroom. Samir had moved his things to the second one. He laid me on the bed and hovered over me with an urgent smile as though searching my face for signs I missed him.

I leaned up towards him, resting on my elbows. He wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me up the rest of the way so our lips touched. His tongue worked its way inside me. I had brushed my teeth twice before he arrived.

His other hand hurriedly pushed up my shirt. I raised my arms and he slid it off. He kissed down my neck, across my chest, and centered on my left nipple. He sucked it into his lips, twisting it with his teeth. It quickly hardened in his mouth and the right nipple followed in anticipation.

He lifted his head and smiled at me and started speaking. I had no idea what he was saying. He'd forgotten I'm deaf. But I didn't care. His eyes said that his words were sweet and he missed me greatly. I missed him too. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pushed up on his shirt.

He has this sprinkled trail of hair down the center of his back that starts midway. It's short black and twisty hair that leads down to a furry, muscled ass. I never thought I would like that, but it was him, it was mine. He was here, he was real.

I slipped my hand into the back of his pants, feeling an elastic waistband and then just his skin. He must have had on a jockstrap. I grabbed at his cheeks, cupping and squeezing the hard bubbles he worked hard to perfect.

It made him sink into me, grind his bulge between my legs. His hands pushed down my shorts and briefs. He raised up to slip them off of my legs. I laid there under him; helpless, naked and squirming like prey begging to be eaten.

Raising up from me, he peeled off his tight tank top. He sat back on his heels, towering over me with the chest that I craved. It held the first heartbeat I had ever slept against. His powerful muscles, sprinkled with fur, my lion's chest that knew how to hold me just right.

His pants came next, he tossed them on the dresser. He had on a red jockstrap that his massive cock was testing the limits of. He pushed the pouch to the side and his pride pounced out. It was bigger, thicker than I'd remembered. He grabbed it and gave it a squeeze and a drop of his precum fell to my belly button.

I looked down at it and saw my own dick was rock hard. He lowered himself, put his on top of mine, squeezed them together in his hand.

I couldn't help but compare the size difference. Mine is proportional to my body, but his was proportional to a god. It completely obscured my own. I saw a little sliver of white popping out underneath his fat, dark meat as he stroked them together.

"My baby," he mouthed as he looked down at me.

"Daddy," I said, using my voice.

He looked at me so sweetly. After all he'd done, the least I could do was use my voice for him, call him what he liked. I was rewarded with a sweet kiss as he stroked us together, a little more roughly than I liked.

He let go of us, and his cock flopped down over mine, continuing to remind me who was the man. He started to kiss down my chest again, gave each nipple another little teeth pull, and worked his way down my tummy.

His lips gave a gentle kiss to my dick, it was the first time he'd ever put his lips there. Instead of staying though, he kept on his journey downward. He pushed against my feet and I pulled my knees up and secured them behind my shoulders. He came face to face with what he'd waited to take.

His tongue traced circles around my hole, wetting it. His teeth bit softly against the skin and pulled at it. I squirmed and whimpered for him to make me his again. His tongue dove in forcefully and I was glad Ashkan had instructed me on stretching it to prepare for him.

He worked it in circles inside me, stretching my hole and touching every pleasure sensor he could find. I shook and twisted uncontrollably.

"ah, Ah, AHH!" I whined as he dug into me, wanting to bring me pleasure, but needing to get inside me with more than just his tongue.

Ali put two fingers in my mouth and I sucked them knowing where they were headed next. He put his thumb to my chin and with the two fingers in my mouth, he tilted my head in circles playfully. He withdrew his tongue and raised up, smiling at me, checking on my reactions.

His fingers slid inside me one at a time. I felt a mix of pain from being stuffed to deep pleasure as he was quite expert at massaging inside me. He hit every little spot that makes my body jolt and my cock jump. He slid them slowly as far as they would go and then started to move them and stretch me.

When he was sure I was open enough, he started to slide them in and out of my hole. Each time he slid over a ridge, my cock bounced and pulsed.

"AHHH UHHH UH HUH!" I was mumbling, maybe shouting, my body lost control. He leaned down and kissed me. His tongue wrestled mine into submission. I slid my arms around his neck as he fingerfucked me deep and hard. He sped up and within a minute, my cock started to explode all over his stomach and chest.

"AH HuH Hmm Yaz!" I lost control, bucking under him as I shot. He leaned back and my cock launched a hit that landed right on his chin. It was thick, built up for days without release. It dripped down his chin and back onto my chest. He laughed, but kept ramming his fingers inside me.

I laid there spent as he slipped his free arm behind my back. He lifted me up off the bed to kiss him. I licked my cum off his chin. It didn't belong there.

He let his fingers slide out of me and used both hands to lift me up into his chest. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and put me in his lap.

I put my feet on the bed on either side of his lap as he held me by my bottom. I had my arms around his neck and he slowly lowered me onto his cock as my own went quiet, the last bit of juice dribbling out and onto his belly button.

He held me firmly by the ass and positioned me over his cock. He slowly lowered me down on it and I felt the fat, mushroom head poke against my hole. I tried to open up for him, but it was still so tight and he was still so huge.

He got face to face with me and mouthed, "calm, relax." He blew gently on my nose and gave it a quick lick. He smiled at me, mouthed, "ok, ok, ok." He leaned in and kissed me and I felt the tip pop in to me. It felt like fire, but I breathed deeply. He held me there and let me get used to it before probing it deeper inside me.

He took his time, working in an inch a minute. It felt like forever, but I started to get used to it and my cock was thumping hard. He finally got me halfway down which felt way too far.

I buried my face into his shoulder and he used one hand to rub my back as he kept pushing into me. I felt his breath on my ear, blowing to calm me.

And then he started to lift me up, just an inch or so. It felt weird sliding out of me. He stopped and then lowered me again. He did this about ten times slowly before he started to speed up.

He didn't go all the way in to me. I don't think I could have taken it anyways. He started to raise me up and then lower me. At some points he just let me drop and then caught me as I slid down with gravity. He was so careful. lifting my face off his chest to look at me, check me.

I was mumbling nonsense into his chest, lost in the thousand points of pleasure his cock found inside me.

I felt my cock build up again as he worked up a healthy rhythm and began to slam into me deeper. I wanted it so bad. My cock pulsed against his stomach. It bumped along the ridges of his furry abs. I was leaking, leaving long silk strands of precum. They painted a spiderweb on him as he started to speed up more.

His sweaty chest rubbed against me, leaving his mark all over my face, shoulders, chest. I looked up into his eyes, so full of lust, concern, longing. He smiled at me, giving pained eyes to show he was enjoying the sensations inside me.

A few more thrusts and I felt the cum rising inside me. I let go of another stream of juice over our chests. He leaned in to kiss me as I shot and my hole clenched around his cock. I felt him shove into me a little too far and a pain shot through me. He sped up and I felt his cock jump around in me, then warm juice filling me.

He leaned in and bit on my neck, held me tight as he filled me up. It started to leak out around his cock as he tried to bury it deep. I felt squishy and filled.

A few more deep thrusts and he stopped, held me there, and let a gush of warm breath flow out across my neck. He leaned back against the bed and balances me on his chest.

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We laid there together and I felt his breathing calm. He was still buried inside my squishy, filled hole. He stroked my back and kissed the top of my head as we nodded off.

He woke me up some time later. He made the sign for food. I knew he must be starving, but I also knew I couldn't go another minute without spilling everything. I sat up, straddling his stomach with my knees.

I reached for the tablet and started to type as he looked up at me with confusion.

"I need to tell you some things that happened," I typed.

Ali took a breath but nodded. He pulled me down into his side and slid an arm around me. He motioned for me to go ahead.

I told him everything. Every way Samir had touched me, seeing him with Ashkan, everything. It was a lot to type.

I finished with, "Are you angry with me?"

I looked up to see him laughing. I flashed angry eyes at him.

"You really have no ability to lie to me! Do you? It's just not something you're built for! That's why I laughed. It's your innocence. I was betting you would spill it all before I got a chance to pleasure you. I love that about you. You hold no secrets from me. I knew what happened. Ashkan is most loyal to me. He cannot hide things from me either. He gave me daily updates. It's why I put you here," Ali said.

"You're not mad?" I asked.

"At you, of course not. My brother left to come protect you. He had been denied hunting for a few days. I knew I should have sent him for pleasure. He did what he knew he could do without defiling my cub. He is a good boy. He always has good intentions. I hope he didn't offend you," he said.

I shook my head no. "We are good," I typed. "But he did tell me that you give me too many choices. He said if I were his he would keep me at home and my only focus would be to take care of him. I don't think I would like that very much."

"Well," Ali started with a raised eyebrow, "He is right about the choices. I didn't want to mess up your classes this semester, but for the next round, I'm going to cut back on your time there. I don't want you to not go. It is important to develop your mind. I like a smart cub who can have a conversation about more than shoes and sex. But after all that has happened, I really hate to send you out in the world unescorted. You're safest in my home. I don't worry about you there."

"As for Ashkan," Ali continued, "That is something I hoped you would never see. I'm sure it confused you. You are an innocent, simple cub. You will learn that some men prefer things rougher, more primal. It is how they express or receive love. With us it is different. You are more than my cub, you're my baby to protect. You have deeper needs that require love. You are weaker, softer. You need me. I love that about you."

"Samir explained it to me. It just makes me sad," I typed.

"You cannot judge the preferences of others. There are people who would be sad to know you enjoy me inside you. correct? Does that mean I should keep out of my baby's hole?" Ali always knew what to say.

"That's true. I feel so complete when you're inside me. So why did Caleb kneel in front of Samir when he came in? Why didn't he hug me?" I asked.

"I told him he could have time with you after I was finished. He needed to see you safe. I needed to see you naked. As for his relationship with Samir. Caleb was in our home while Samir was here with you. Just as you did not leave this hotel, Caleb didn't leave our home. He got to know my family, and he liked us. We can be quite convincing and loveable," Ali leaned into me with pouty lips, wanting a kiss.

He took me off to the bath and cleaned me. I fell asleep on his chest in the warm water. I didn't have to worry about dressing for bed, doing things alone, or worrying what Samir would do when he came to bed. My lion was there. He would ensure I was taken care of. I belonged to him now, the deal had been done. Everything else fell away. I rested against his heartbeat knowing it beat only for me.