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+-{Emerson & the Lion}-+
+-{Chapter 11}-+
"Why are we here, my love? There are juice places closer to home and it is 115 degrees outside by your temperature," Ali signed in swift, fluid motion as though he'd spoken through his fingers all his life. He was following me up a side street as I led him to the juice bar.
"You forgot?" I signed back to him with a sigh. His phone was glowing with text messages in his hand, but he couldn't turn away from the disappointment in my eyes. "We met here."
"Two years ago today," Ali interrupted and finished my thought as he awakened to the memory. "I know, my love, this is where you met me. I met you earlier when I saw the video of your dancing and then watched over you as you came to Satra. I fell in love with you before I bought you juice. I knew before you met me that you would be mine for life."
"Nice save," I joked. I thought back to that day when the juice guy was so mean to me and I had no idea how any of this worked. I had no way to communicate with him beyond pointing.
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It was hard to sleep that night. Ali had taken me for a nice dinner and the next morning we were taking the early flight to London and then another one on to New York City. I'd never been there. Ali had business and Samir and Caleb were coming to stay with us there for a week.
I hadn't been back to the U.S. since I'd left it over two years ago. I'd gotten used to the scorching heat of life in the desert, along with the sights and smells of Arab life. Ali kept asking if I was excited to be going home, but I pointed out that I'd never been to New York and it was still very far from California.
"Do you want to extend our trip and spend a few days in California and see your home place?" He asked me last night.
"No," I signed sadly. "I don't have a family. What would I go back and see?"
"Your family is here. You belong with us. This is your home, my sweet Emi," Ali signed and hugged me.
We made it to the airport on time and were quickly ushered around the security lines and into the first class section. It was one of those two story airplanes with a bar upstairs and our seats were in a private lounge area that had a few plants separating the private areas. I tried to move one just to see if it would slide around when the airplane took off, but it was secured to the floor.
"My baby gets into trouble," Ali signed. He shook his head disapprovingly, but laughed.
We curled up in adjoining leather seats that reclined flat and the steward brought us a large blanket with the Satra Air logo plastered across the front. It was new and fresh out of a bag. Ali went to the bar and got a drink for himself and some juice for me. By the time the plane took off, I was already half asleep with my head in his lap as he checked business emails on his tablet. He held me tightly with one arm until the plane leveled off in the air.
I didn't see much of London. I was waking up in his lap when the plane touched down. Ali had fallen asleep sitting up against the pillows that lined the wall. All we did was walk around the lounge to stretch our legs as people got off and new people got on.
We had lunch somewhere over the Atlantic. Ali had them specially make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich just for me along with a tray of sliced vegetables. By the time we landed in New York, I was ready to run a mile and breathe some non-airplane air.
They split us up at immigration. Ali wasn't a resident of the U.S. He tried to explain that I was deaf and needed to stay with him, but that just seemed to raise alarms with the lady directing the line. She pushed a button on the radio strapped to her collar and soon there was someone there signing that I needed to come with him for special processing. Ali was furious, but he knew his name, wealth, and position had no power here.
"It is your country, they will not hurt you. I'll wait for you at the exit, my love," Ali signed.
The interpreter agent understood his signing, and I caught him giving a look of disgust. He pointed for me to follow him.
It was so strange to me to be in a place where Ali was not in control. In his country he was the lion. He roared and people scurried. Here he was just another foreigner who had to go through separate checkpoints than citizens.
I had to wheel the suitcases that were mine and follow him to a small room. Another agent came into the room and the interpreter translated for him. He went through everything. He asked me about everything from my toothpaste to my tablet computer. He asked why I had been out of the country for so long and how I had received a resident visa from Satra when I went there as a student.
"Your paperwork shows that this family adopted you. And now you're bringing them here? Are they planning to stay permanently?" he asked.
"No, he is a very powerful man there. He is only here for a business trip and brought me with him," I signed back.
"His visa does not say business. He is here as a tourist. He listed no business contacts here in New York. Are you here of your own free will?" the agent asked.
"Yes of course! He's my... boyfriend. We are in love. I guess he listed us as tourists because we are going to see the sights here once his business is done," I assured. That was the wrong thing to say. The agent kept insisting I'd been somehow duped by some kind of sex-trade organization or immigration scheme.
He went on and on telling me they could help me get away from him if I'd testify. I kept insisting that we were a couple and in love, and then he started to ask about terrorist connections. He kept leaving the room for periods of time and I was left with the translator who didn't seem to want anything to do with me.
I started crying. I didn't want to, but they kept telling me I was being stupid, taken advantage of, etc...
Finally, after the agent had gone away for a long period, another agent came in. It was a lady this time, and she simply told the translator to tell me to pack up and exit through the green door. It ended so abruptly, but I hurriedly threw everything back into my bags and took off before they could change their minds.
I wiped the tears off with my sleeve as I pushed through the door and saw Ali pacing and talking on his phone. He saw me and hung up quickly.
"This is exactly what I was afraid of. They think scary brown man with his purchased golden boy. It is why I don't come here often. I am so sorry, my sweet Emi," Ali signed and fumed.
"I want to go please," I signed back, not wanting to discuss it. He nodded, took my bags, and loaded them onto a cart with his.
"I'm sorry, my love. I could not protect you from that. I hope the rest of our trip is better," Ali signed when we were secured in the back of a black town car and cruising onto a crowded freeway wedged between dirty and crumbling old buildings. It was a stark contrast from the new and shiny city we'd left on the other side of the world.
Caleb and Samir were waiting in the hotel suite when we got there an hour later. It was a hulking old tower that New York seemed to be overstuffed with. The suite had a large living room, large dining table, and a bar stocked with liquor I'd never be able to touch. There was a terrace with tables and plants that looked out over the city. Two bedrooms flanked the living area, and the guy carrying our bags put them away in the larger one.
Caleb hugged me for the longest time. We hadn't seen each other in months since he'd talked Samir into opening an office in Los Angeles. He wasn't cut out for the quiet desert houseboy life. He and Samir had been on a relationship roller coaster for weeks before they left. Caleb missed his family, friends, and California. Samir was helpless and followed his heart.
Samir hugged me next as Ali went to make phone calls. He was going to make a big deal with the embassy over my airport misadventure. I filled Caleb in on what had happened and he translated for Samir. Caleb said I should sue, but Samir said that the world had recently gone through events where Arabs didn't look so good. He seemed to understand.
"I didn't know about that," I said when Samir told me what had been going on. "I guess I should read the news more than once a year."
Caleb shrugged. "Well, enough of that! We are going to do New York right," he laughed.
Ali came out of the bedroom a few minutes later and apologized for being on the phone. He signed to me that he had to let everyone know we were here safely, and Zaid had some business he needed to run by him.
We went to our room to take a shower and nap before dinner. The room looked like it was fit for a president. There was a huge bed with white comforter and pillows, a fireplace, old art. I felt highly underdressed in my t-shirt and jeans. It definitely wasn't Ali's modern taste, but seemed to fit with the regal, historic city.
We showered together and then I put on a pair of briefs and went to crawl under the covers while Ali walked around the room trying to connect his laptop to the wifi. He was completely naked and I watched one lonely bead of water slide down the dark skin of his muscled shoulder. His heavy cock swung between his thighs as he looked up furiously for some kind of box on the ceiling.
He must have gotten it to work because he paused, hit a few keys, and then smiled at his accomplishment. He flopped down beside on the bed, his chiseled frame radiating warmth. I nuzzled into his side as he slipped an arm around me and got to work on some emails. I reached for his cock as it flopped over his left thigh, and tugged it a few times.
"One second, my heart, I must work," he signed with an apologetic look. I nodded and closed my eyes against his chest while keeping my hand around the fat brown snake that comforted me. He kissed the top of my head as I settled into my rest.
I awoke with my head against the pillow as Ali stood across the room wearing black boxer briefs that framed his hard bubbled ass, a gray dress shirt that hugged his muscles, and black socks that went up almost to his knees. He was working a white tie into the perfect knot around his neck. His dark hair was slicked back with shiny gel.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I felt better and had forgotten about the scene at the airport. Ali had a similar suit laid out for me, but mine had a black, velvety bow tie. I knew I could never fill it like he did. My body was toned, but small. The suit he had for me was tailored perfectly to my body, and I looked surprisingly decent at his side. It felt silly, I never dressed up like that. He hugged me from behind in the mirror as we looked at each other longingly. I wanted to ride him right then and there, but it was getting late and my stomach was empty.
Samir and Caleb were dressed equally nice. They were waiting for us when we came out. The curtains had been closed in the bedroom, but in the living area I could see that the sky was dark while the city lights pulsed below us.
A car took us a few blocks away to a restaurant where our expensive suits would fit in perfectly. We had a round table in the center of things. The food was French, and I had no idea what to order. Ali picked out something for me, and ordered for himself. He and Samir caught up on things while Caleb and I signed back and forth to each other about our lives since we'd last met up.
Caleb told me about Samir's success in LA, and their new offices in West Hollywood. They'd been able to get a small house just above the Sunset Strip. He glowed about how jealous all of his friends were and how much Samir spoiled him. He showed me pictures on his phone of his house and brand new Mercedes. It sounded like they were having a crazy life together out there.
"Your life is so exciting. It almost makes me wish I had that," I signed and tried to look genuinely happy for him.
"It can be yours too! I'm sure Ali would move to LA if you wanted. You could come home and have more freedom here," Caleb insisted.
I felt a tinge of jealousy for just a second, but then Ali reached for my hand and squeezed it. He wasn't looking in on our signed conversation, his body just knew that I needed his touch. Maybe he needed mine as well. We were in sync like that.
"I don't want that," I reminded Caleb. "I don't push Ali like you do with Samir. I like my life, my place at his side. We support each other. I'm halfway through my degree. I'm really getting into Yoga and we have our weekends at the beach house now. We even take Kadir (our dog). He likes to run on the beach with us. I like simple, calm, happy."
I squeezed back on Ali's hand, and he slid an arm around the back of my chair as he leaned back and laughed at whatever he was talking about with Samir. He paused for a minute and looked over at me questioningly with those are-you-ok eyes. I nodded and he went back to Samir.
"I know. You're happy and it works for you. I just miss having you around. I can't go back there to live, Emi. You know how crazy it drove me to be under constant lock and key with the eyes always on us. Plus the culture of the silent partner who is at home all the time. It wasn't for me." Caleb seemed genuinely happy with the life he'd created with Samir in LA.
As we ate, I kept looking over at Ali whose body language showed how much he missed his little brother and worried for Samir. When he felt my eyes on him, he'd look back, and then push me to eat my dinner. I could sense his discomfort with Samir and Caleb's relationship. He had mentioned it to me a few times during our late night talks. He opened up to me in bed as he spoke and the tablet put down text for me to read and type back to. He was worried Caleb was breaking his proud brother, luring him into an unhealthy situation. Lions were not to be tamed by their boys. .
Ali held it together though, and his time with Samir seemed to be going smoothly through dinner.
After they argued over the check with each other, Ali slid out my chair and took my hand. We went to the waiting town car, and then cruised through the night lights of the glowing city. I don't know New York or its landmarks. Ali had been there many times on business and adventures. He and Samir pointed out a few things to each other and laughed at inside jokes while I snuggled in under his arm.
We seemed to drive in circles before pulling into the valet area of our hotel again. I was ready to brush my teeth, strip down, and please my lion.
Instead of going to our room though, the elevators opened onto a different floor. I looked at Ali with confusion, but he wasn't acknowledging me. He squeezed my hand and led me down a wide, dimly lit hallway to a large set of doors.
I looked at Caleb with the same confusion, and noticed a smile growing on his lips. He never kept secrets from me, and I could tell he was fighting to hold onto one. He looked away though as Ali opened the door for me.
The door opened to a completely dark room and across it was a wall of windows leading out to a decorated terrace. There were lights strung in the shapes of stars floating over the terrace which was covered in endless bouquets of white flowers. There was a white archway covered in blossoms, and sets of chairs flanking a white carpeted aisle. It looked like a wedding.
We walked to the center of the dark room and then Ali stopped me. All of a sudden the dark room filled with bright light. I blinked and squinted as my eyes adjusted.
The room was filled with people. All of the Hamad family was there including Zaid and his two men. Izem was there with his new boyfriend hanging on his arm. Dr. Hamad was there with some of his friends who had visited the house for our dinner parties. There were others that I didn't recognize too. Caleb's parents were there, I hadn't seen them in years. Everyone looked so happy and they all stared at me.
I wondered for a second if I was dying. The white was my send off to heaven. Maybe Dr. Hamad had figured out some weird illness I had and they'd gathered everyone together to send me off. I don't know why my mind jumped so quickly to thoughts of horror. I'm not usually that dark of a person. I must have given Ali very sad eyes because he quickly gave me a worried look and pulled me into his chest. He kissed my cheek and must have whispered something in my ear. I just felt his hot breath and inhaled his cologne.
"Emi," he signed when he pushed me back gently from his embrace. He knelt in front of me like a knight returning to the castle. I noticed a few photographers snapping pictures with fancy cameras.
"You are the love of my life. My greatest power in this world is to bring a smile to your face. When I come home and see you, I know there is good in the world. When I face an obstacle, you are what keeps me pushing forward. I spent so many years wandering to find myself and what I was meant to do in this world. The moment I met you, it all became clear. You are my support, my protectorate, my cub. You are my source of life. Will you marry me?" Ali signed as though he'd practiced it in the mirror a million times.
"I'm not dying?" I signed, in shock and disbelief over this sudden proposal.
"Of course not," he signed back. "Why would you think that? I die first. That is always the deal."
"Then yes, ok yes!" I jumped into his arms and was rewarded with a kiss as he held me to his chest.
Ali yelled something to the room and everyone looked really excited for us.
I wasn't used to a crowd of people looking at me, much less with excitement and love. It was too much and I buried my face in his shoulder. He pet my hair and held onto me knowing exactly what I was feeling. For two years now I'd been at his side, out of the spotlight. It was a little much.
Once everyone was seated on the terrace, Ali went and knelt down on a rug in front of the cleric who would marry us. Beside him sat a man who would translate between Arabic, English and Sign Language. Caleb waited with me inside until we got the signal and then he held my hand and walked with me down the aisle between the guests. It wasn't one of those wedding marches where you wait and then take a step and then wait again. We just walked to the rug where Ali knelt and then Caleb placed my hand in Ali's as I knelt beside him.
We turned to face each other and held hands as we looked into each other's eyes. The translator was sweeping his hands to tell me what the cleric was saying. He was also speaking and I guess translating into English for the guests from the US. It seemed like quite the task. I got distracted by it.
Ali turned my attention back to him and let go of my hands. He started to sign to me in another practiced proclamation.
"Emerson, you belong to me in my own culture and now I want us to belong to each other in yours. I cannot go a day without seeing your beautiful eyes or sweet smile. I promise to make every day special for you, always put you first, defend your honor, provide for your every need, and guide you as you grow into the man I will love for eternity. My life took meaning the day I met you. Without you, there is no me. I promise to listen to your thoughts, consider your desires, and deliver your dreams. You are my love, my happiness, my beautiful bride, the best part of me. I will be honored to be your husband. I will wear it as my greatest title." Ali reached for my hands again and kissed my fingers.
I felt dizzy, didn't know how to respond. I loved him so much and never expected this. I felt tears running down my cheeks and he kept swiping them away with a finger and a dopey smile.
I didn't have words prepared and certainly couldn't construct such a speech to impress the crowd like Ali had. I looked to see more than a few tears in the audience as the lighted stars flickered above us. Ali had thought of this though and the translator tapped my shoulder to alert me that the cleric was proceeding.
I turned to look at the cleric who was an older man with a trimmed white beard and traditional Arab clothing. He had a beautiful scarf around his neck with intricate patterns and gold trim. He was asking me questions and I looked at the translator who was waving for my attention.
"Emerson. Do you promise to obey Ali, to listen to his desires, care for his home, always provide a place of comfort and support? Do you promise to take care of his health, his heart, his needs? Do you promise to love and obey him as the head of your family, the leader of his pack? Will you be his helper, his lover, his friend? Do you promise to save your heart and body for him above all others?" The cleric asked.
"I do," I signed. Ali reached for my finger and slid on a platinum band with little diamonds laid in a line across the top. It fit perfectly and was warm from his sweaty palm.
"Ali. Do you promise to protect and care for Emerson? Will you listen to his thoughts and always consider his heart and well-being in every decision? Do you promise to provide for his life, comfort, and safety? Do you promise to be his caretaker when he is sick and his guide when he is in doubt? To always put his needs before your own?" The cleric said and the translator expressed.
"I do," he said and signed. Caleb touched my shoulder and I noticed he was kneeling behind me. He handed me a ring and I took it and placed it on Ali's finger.
"I will wear this until the day you decide to push me off of a cliff," Ali signed with a laugh that lit up his handsome, dark face and brilliant eyes.
The cleric said some other things that I'm sure were equally beautiful and meaningful, but I was too wrapped up in how handsome he looked in his suit kneeling in front of me. His neatly trimmed beard was damp with sweat. His large, Arab nose flared as he took me in with wide eyes.
"Beautiful," Ali mouthed in exaggerated lip movements that I recognized from when he looked down at me as he was sliding inside me. He said it so often to me and always ended by touching his tongue to his lips. It always made my hole twitch in need of his expert oral attention.
I didn't realize it was over until a satin cloth descended over our heads. Ali leaned in and kissed me with needy lips under the covering from the guests. I felt his hand reach down to cup my ass on the side out of sight of the guests. I needed him so badly.
We only had a few minutes under the cloth, and the cleric popped his head under it to check that we were finished. Ali nodded and the cleric took it away. We stood in front of the guests and Ali moved me in front of his bulge which was challenging the strength of the tailoring. He was as ready as I was to get back to our room.
But this part of the ceremony wasn't about us, it was about our guests, our family and support. We went back inside to find a table covered in gifts. Ali said they would be sent to our home and we could open them together in private after our trip.
We did the whole traditional American thing then of cutting up cake, shoving it in each other's faces. I sucked icing off his fingers for a little too long, and got excited looks from several guests. It was all kind of like a cheesy movie for this part. We danced together to a thumping beat that I could feel. I danced with his father, we took a ton of pictures. Everyone got to eat cake and drink champagne. Ali gave me a sip of his.
"I think we can sneak out now," Ali finally said after we'd hugged everyone in attendance. I had been picked up and hugged by a lot of strange men that night. I knew it made him uncomfortable as he liked to be the only one to touch me, but he had little control over his culture's norms.
I nodded my head vigorously and then he grabbed my hand. He pulled me quickly through the crowd as my body started to awaken to its sexual need. I was so hard by the time we made it to the elevator. He mashed the button with his hand and then pulled me into his chest.
We raced out of the elevator and he swept me up into his arms as he fished for the keycard from his pocket. And then he set me down on my feet as I watched his lips yell, "Fuck!"
"I forgot card to get in," he signed with deep disappointment in his eyes.
"Kick door in!" I signed back. "I need you."
He laughed at that and then fished his phone from his pocket while squeezing the thick outline of his fat cock trapped in expensive pants. I sank to my knees and inhaled his bulge as I looked up at him with worshipping eyes.
He texted Samir to race up and let us in as I lipped at the outline of his bulge. He reached down and gripped a fistful of my hair as he ground his bulge against my lips and nose. I sucked at it not caring who might come by and see us. It was a small hallway with four different suites on this floor so we had a lot of privacy.
When the elevator door opened, Ali pushed me away and then reached down to pull me up into his chest. I buried my face into his shoulder as I caught sight of Samir and Caleb coming at us with a keycard. I was hit by Ali's sweat and cologne, the perfect mix of male that hung around him.
I looked over Ali's shoulder at Caleb who had a wicked grin.
"You're going to get royally fucked tonight," he signed.
"You too," I signed back.
"Oh yeah," Caleb agreed with a laugh.
Samir opened the door for us and Ali pushed in front of him and carried me off to the bed. I watched Samir bring Caleb in for a kiss as he closed the door. Ali stormed into our room and kicked the door closed behind us. He tossed me down on the bed and I slipped off my shoes as he went to get the tablet.
"I want you to hear my words," he said and showed me the tablet that translated his speech to text. He set it down next to me on the bed and folded the cover into a stand for it. He took off his jacket and loosened his tie as he looked down at me and licked his lips.
I got up on my knees and walked over to where he stood by the bed so I could kiss him. He slid off my suit jacket and tossed it across the room. He slid an arm behind my back and pulled me against him as his lips found mine. His hands went to my ass as his tongue went for my throat. His fingers poked near my hole at the seam. He pushed and pulled until the seam broke open and I pushed away from his kiss.
"Hey!" I signed. "These are expensive! You broke them?" I gave a confused look.
Ali reached for my tablet and said, "I had them loosely tailored. Trust me, love. I can buy you many many more." He laughed and pulled at the seam until the entire back pulled apart leaving my briefs as the only barrier to his favorite part of me. He emphasized this by pulling at my shirt and ripping off a few buttons so he could nibble on my chest. He leaned down and kissed and bit at my hardened nipples. He loved when they flared into angry pink spikes.
He reached in as his lips went back to kissing me and he pulled at the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down so my ass was exposed. My cock popped out, but was held in by the front of the pants which he had not yet attacked. He ground his bulge against mine as his tongue explored my mouth as though searching for treasure.
Ali pushed me away from him and then flopped down on the bed beside me. He unzipped the fly of his pants and freed his angry, thick cock. It was full and hard and arced up to his stomach. It leaked precum against his expensive shirt. He pushed his tie out of the way and gave it a stroke with one hand as he used the other to beckon me to his chest.
I knew what he wanted and I walked over to him on my knees. I straddled his lap and he pushed me by the ass up to his chest and then nudged me to flip over so I could suck on his cock.
I leaned down and nursed his throbbing monster as it pushed back against my throat. He leaned up and nuzzled his nose against between my cheeks and his tongue began to explore my hole. I moaned and bucked as he expertly opened me with his wiggly thick tongue. His cock pushed deep inside my mouth as he reached down and pushed my head to take more of it.
I looked at the tablet with one eye as I sucked his cock. He was talking all kinds of beautiful filth about how beautiful my pussy tasted and how much he loved it. My cock strained in my pants, but I knew he would only free it when he was ready. He wanted my pleasure to come from my hole rather than my cock. As much as I wanted to stroke it, I wasn't ready to break my vow to obey him, not just yet.
"Fuck, my baby sucks so good, I need inside you, my love. I need to make that pussy beg," Ali barked and the tablet translated. I looked back at him with a smile and nodded. I was ready for him.
We'd never had sex fully clothed. It felt odd and dirty and I wondered what we'd do with these suits after soiling them with sweat and cum. Ali pushed me back down on his cock and I deep throated it as I gagged and sputtered around it.
Something inside me felt different from that night forward. I'd always belonged to him, but now he'd made it official. I was more than his cub now. I was his husband, at least while we were in the state of New York.
New York, I realized we were there all of a sudden as his cock filled my gagging throat. I'd always thought someday I'd come here. I always thought I'd see the park and some crazy broadway show. Here I was, I thought to myself and then was interrupted by his two fingers clawing inside my needy hole.
"Ahhh fuckkkkk" I begged as he hit the spots he knew would make me twist and whine.
He pushed his way inside me and wiggled his fingers to stretch my hole. >From anyone else this would seem mean. For his giant cock though, it was merciful preparation. I saw up on his fingers and started to bounce. He'd slicked them up with lube while I was lost in thought. He knew what I needed and how to make me lose my mind.
"Uhhhhh," I whined and bounced on his fingers while stroking his thick, arabian pipe.
I looked down at the tablet as I bounced and watched his words dance across the screen.
"I need you baby. I love you so much. I love my tight little pink pussy boy. You are mine, Emi. You are mine for always."
The last one said, "I fuck you now, my sweet love."
I turned and stared down at him with wide blue eyes. His focused lips formed a smile as our eyes locked.
"I need you," he signed after slipping his fingers from my twitching, desperate hole.
I nodded and turned around on him. I leaned down and kissed him as he angled his cock to my hole and began to push inside me. He'd lubed my hole well, but the fat cock still filled me to capacity. I rolled my eyes back in my head as he held me to his chest and started to push his cock up deeper into me. He went so slowly, millimeter by millimeter as he kissed me deeply and rubbed my back in soothing circles.
I nearly swallowed his tongue as I gasped for breath and whined. He still filled and stretched me after these years of working up to his supersized meat. It still hurt, but I knew how quickly that pain would fade as bliss filled me. I was buried in his arms against his cave of muscles. He held me so tightly that I knew nothing could ever touch me there. I was his, his boy, his heart, his love. I was his to hold and protect. He'd made it official and now he was owning the hole he'd pledged to protect.
"Fuhhh," I whimpered against him as he started to pound me. My body wasn't ready for it, but my heart needed it faster. I started to push against his cock to get it deeper, faster.
He reached for the tablet and set it beside his head. He wanted me to be present for everything he had to give me.
"Fuck you feel so tight my virgin baby. I am only one to seed my boy. No one will ever claim what is mine. I love you so much," he said as he nibbled on my cheek and drove his cock deep inside me. He was bouncing us together as he pounded my lubed up hole.
I kept fighting to keep my eyes open as he pounded me, but it felt too good. He was lighting up every little spot inside me as he took what was his.
"Fuckkk," I hissed as he drove deeper inside me. He licked and kissed my ear as he pounded me. "Aliiiii," I whined and bit down against his shoulder tasting a mouthful of expensive Italian shirt as my body thumped in sync with his.
"My baby," he said. He stopped and flipped me over so I was on my back. Our suits were a mess with torn shirts and pants, sweat and love as we clawed at each other and humped in deep sensual rhythm. His cock went past my comfort point and I cried out in pain, but it felt too good for him to stop. He was on top of me, driving his cock into my hole as my cock thumped against the cage of clothing. I rubbed it against his shirt and was leaking precum all over my briefs.
His sweat dripped off his forehead and hit me in the eye as I squinted and screamed for more. My cock started to throb in my pants as he fucked me and I knew I was cumming soon.
"I cum, daddy," I moaned. I'm not sure if I actually said that, but he got it. He looked down at me and nodded with that grin of pride that knew he could make me cum without ever touching my cock. I was his bottom baby and my pleasure came from him owning my hole like a champion. He knew how to drive his cock into me to push me over the edge and pull my body over the edge of climax.
He started to speed up his assault on my hole and my cock started to spew cum inside my pants. It filled it so much that it leaked through the fabric and I felt his body growl in approval as beads of cum bubbled up through the material.
"Ahhhhh," I panted and gasped as his fucking pushed every drop of cum out of my aching cock. I looked down to see my cock push white drops through the fabric covered bulge as he fucked me.
He used my distraction of climax to push deeper than he'd been in awhile inside me. He knew my gasping would open my hole to him. He took advantage and pushed in deep as my hole snapped closed around his cock and started to milk him for seed.
"Uhhhh," I whined as he started to shake and spew inside me. I watched his nostrils flare as his lips formed a perfect rectangle that bared his teeth to show his lion's primal lust. He was seeding his cub and he pushed into me as he filled me with his babies.
I bucked my hips wanting him deeper inside me. It felt so good to sacrifice my pain for his pleasure. I needed him in there. He needed to fill his boy. His body flailed a few times as his cock fired off inside me. My body clenched around him as it milked his cock. My hole knew its purpose was to receive its lion's seed.
He collapsed on top of me in a pile of flesh, cum, and sweat stained clothing. We breathed together as his lips kissed up my neck and cheek. He held me to him and I felt him whimper as he lipped my chin, my cheek.
I looked down at him. His eyes were so focused and looked pained.
"I love you," he mouthed.
"I love you," I tried to say.
He nodded and his lips spread into a smile.
He reached for my tablet and held it above our faces.
"I don't know what I would ever do without you. I am so lucky to have you," he said and the tablet translated to text.
I typed back, "I love you too. You never have to worry about life without me. I go where you go."
He nodded with his nose pressed against my cheek.
We ditched the suits in a pile in the corner of the room. I'm sure he would leave instructions for housekeeping. He carried my naked, exhausted, married frame off to the shower and we washed each other before falling asleep naked and curved into each other.
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The next morning we went to brunch with Ali's family. I belonged to them. They loved me like I was a native born son. After eating, Ali and I headed off for an attorney's office to sign forms and make things official.
"This is for us, Emi," he signed. "If anything happens to me, you can come back to the US and inherit all that is mine. It is all for you. I will provide for your safety and happiness long after I'm gone. This is my promise to always be your protector, provider, defender."
It felt so nice to sign my name as Emerson Hamad. I'd never known the Kelley's except for my mom. That name was a distant past. I was here in his world. I was his. We filled out an application for a new passport with his last name on me. He already had a visa for me from his country that was registered in his last name. I was already considered part of their family, one of their own.
We spent the rest of the week in New York with Caleb and Samir. We got to go to the zoo, we saw museums, bought a bunch of clothes and unnecessary items. His family had headed home by the next day except for Zaid who had taken his boys off to Montreal for a vacation. Our gifts were probably already loaded onto a ship or plane and headed back to Satra.
We sent Caleb and Samir off on the day before we headed back ourselves. I had gotten used to having Caleb beside me all week. I knew he was eager to get back to LA and his parties, friends, and life. I would miss him so much, but I was eager to get back to our quiet life in Satra as well. New York was a lot of fun, but it was so crowded and old. It felt like the past like a life I'd died from years before. Ali was my future.
"Where would my baby like to go to for dinner? It is our last night here," Ali signed as we woke up from a nap after sending Caleb and Samir off.
"I want to walk and see the city," I signed back with a yawn and then stretched. We cleaned up in the shower and then dressed in matching jeans and dark t-shirts. We walked down a few blocks and then ducked into a little cafe with Mediterranean food. We shared plates of chicken and hummus and veggies. We laughed about getting food that was better at home because we both missed his culture, my adopted culture.
"I want to go home. This isn't my culture anymore," I signed with lost eyes. He nodded and put his hand to my cheek.
"We'll go home tomorrow, my love," he signed as he chewed a slice of cucumber. He turned his head, burped, and then signed, "Excuse me" while he rubbed his full stomach. I laughed, he was always so defiantly male. He paid the check and we headed down to a club.
It was a gay club and he had to slip the bouncer a hundred to get me in. I'm sure he promised that I wouldn't drink anything. It was a promise he would keep. We had our rings on, we still hadn't taken them off. He got a drink for himself and a sprite for me and then we spent the evening on the dance floor. We danced together as I felt the rhythms of the music. He held me so close to him and nudged anyone who got too close to us.
So many guys tried to dance up on him. He never realized how handsome his dark piles of muscles was. Or maybe he did, but he acted as though they were trying to get to me. He would push them away gently, but I felt his chest growl when they got too close. He had nothing to worry about. I wasn't going anywhere.
The next morning we woke up and I sucked his cock while he flipped through emails on his tablet. I packed our bags while he ordered breakfast brought to the room. The housekeeping had kept up well with our laundry and the suits had been disposed of. It was easy to pack away our things that were neatly pressed and folded. I filled one carry-on with our clothes from the night before along with what we'd slept in.
We took a taxi to the airport and slept most of the plane ride home. We did have a four hour layover in London. We couldn't leave the airport since we didn't want to get entangled with their immigration so we hung out in the Satra Airways VIP lounge in a high deck with a view of a rainy countryside.
We had dinner, talked about our plans for the week, and then we saw Izem walk in. He was alone without his new boy. He saw us and his face lit up as he swaggered over to us and pulled up a barstool. He put his arm around me and leaned in for a hug. I smelled the alcohol on his breath. He leaned over to kiss Ali on the cheek.
Izem pulled out his phone and opened an app. He still had the speech to text app on there from the last time we'd talked. I felt a twinge of happiness knowing that he held onto it for me.
"He left me. He fucking left me," he said as the app translated.
"I'm so sorry," I signed and saw that Ali had expressed similar condolences.
"He saved up every nickel he got from me and then stole some coins and bonds I had. He stayed back in New York. I should have known better than to take him back to the US for your wedding. The little pussy said he missed Florida. I woke up this morning to a note. He even took my credit card to charge plane tickets to Tampa. The bitch," Izem called over our waiter and ordered whiskey.
Ali slid an arm around my waist and held me protectively. He knew I wanted to go home with him, that I'd never wanted to stay in the US, had nothing to go back to. But still, the thought that a cub could slink away like that rocked him to his core.
"I am sorry, dear friend. You know you can count on us for whatever you need. Perhaps you should eat something," Ali suggested as I held onto Izem's phone and read.
Izem leaned his head against my shoulder and Ali reached a hand up to stroke his hair.
"I'm done. I'll find a nice Arab boy who knows what loyalty is. These little pink bastards are more trouble than they're worth," Izem moaned.
"Hey!" I typed. "I'm a little pink bastard!" I held the phone up to his face and laughed. I felt his body shake in laughter as he leaned against me.
"Well you're the little pink bastard I wanted all along," he said and the app translated. "But you have been claimed, marked beyond repair by my best friend. I will move on."
I felt his lips against my cheek and turned to look at Ali. He sighed and gave me that smile that said we should be gentle with Izem.
"You will fly home with us. All right? You'll sit by us and keep us company. We have already slept enough on this journey," Ali suggested.
Izem nodded and Ali paid the check as we headed off to our gate. The whole flight home we listened to him talk about the boy named Jason. He had bought him everything he wanted, treated him like a prince.
"That is your problem," Ali noted. "You must not let them own you. The cub is yours to raise appropriately. He must appreciate what you give him and beg for your approval. You are too free with him. You did not break him, and he took what you offered and believed it to be his right. My Emi was never so wild. He was always so grateful for what I gave him. Now, I'd give him the moon. He earned the right to own my heart."
"It's too late now," Izem lamented. "I'll do better with the next one."
"You will," Ali assured, but I knew his look was doubtful. He hugged me to his chest as we curled up together in his seat while Izem sat in the one intended for me. He stroked my back while I laid against him and looked at their conversation on his phone.
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We put a sad Izem in his car at the airport and then headed back to our little home in the Hamad compound. I was so happy to see Kadir bounding towards me with his tongue hanging out when we got home. He pounced on me with licks and kisses as Ali carried our bags inside. I would put everything away tomorrow.
We arrived to a house filled with our wedding gifts. We'd spend the next day opening them and writing out thank-you notes to everyone.
We settled into our bed that night as Kadir laid across the foot of it. He hugged me to his chest as my husband that night. It felt different, deeper. We were always digging for that next level in our relationship. We fell asleep together as officially joined in both of our home countries. Here I was his property, there I was his husband.
Closing my eyes against his heartbeat with my hand holding on to his soft, yet impressive cock, I knew that everything was now complete. There was nothing more I needed.
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-Emri :)