2. Two Kai
Two: Kai
Eyes fixed on Gia's retreating form; a smirk pulled at my lips. She thought she was so clever, acting like she didn't notice me watching her. But I noticed the way her gaze flicked over, how her steps faltered for just a second. She knew another predator when she spotted one. And that’s how I knew she would come over and make some sort of commotion. Played right into my hand. Straight up until the moment she walked away.
I motioned to the bartender for another drink and slid a few bills across the bar. "And whatever she usually has."
He nodded, mixing up two Old Fashioneds, hers with extra bitters, just the way she likes it. I waited until he sets the drinks on the bar before grabbing them, not losing sight of where she’d walked to. Little bitch.
She'd leaned up against the far wall, one leg bent at the knee, a fuck-me heel digging into the wall behind her. Her little black slip thing is cut so high, I can see the lace of her underwear between her thighs. I took a slow sip of my drink, remembering how wet she felt when I pushed my finger inside her, even through the fabric. Fuck… How she'll scream later when I rip them off her.
I make my way over to her, each step measured. She watches me come, ice-blue eyes half-lidded, red lips curved. By the time I reach her, anticipation is coiling tight in my gut.
Her gaze dropped to the drink in my hand and she arched a brow. "Is that for me?"
"I thought you might be thirsty." I took another sip of my drink, eyes locked on hers over the rim of the glass.
A laugh, husky and dark, spilled from her lips. She reached for the glass, her fingers brushing mine. I felt the touch all the way to my cock. "How thoughtful of you."
"I aim to please."
She met my gaze, a challenge in her eyes. "Do you now?"
I leaned in close, until her breath was on my cheeks and I could smell the booze she'd already had. "You have no idea."
She tilted her head back, baring the long line of her throat. An invitation if I've ever seen one. I dragged my gaze down her body again, slow and deliberate, watching her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her dress.
"All this talk," she said. "But can you deliver?"
I curled my hand around the back of her neck and crushed my mouth to hers. She gasped, and I swallowed the sound. Her lips parted, and I plunged my tongue inside. She tasted of whiskey and sin, and I groaned against her mouth.
Her hands fisted in the front of my shirt, and she kissed me back just as fiercely. All teeth and tongue and desperation. Heat exploded in my veins, and I shoved her back against the wall, causing a broken moan to spill from her lips.
I gripped her thigh and hitched it around my waist, grinding against the heat at the apex of her thighs. She was soaking wet already, and I ached to be inside her. To feel her clenched around my cock as I fucked her into oblivion.
She tore her mouth from mine, eyes wild and lips kiss-swollen. "Not here," she panted.
Disappointment warred with anticipation. I wanted her now, but taking her time will make it so much sweeter. I nipped at her jaw, relishing her gasp. "Where then?"
"I have a room." She slid a hand between us and palmed my cock through my jeans. "With everything we'll need."
A growl rumbled in my chest. I crushed my mouth to hers again and lifted her off her feet. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she clung to me as I carried her down the dark hallway, past closed doors and muffled moans.
The room she led me to was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of sex and blood. My gaze snagged on a St. Andrew's cross in the corner, a spanking bench, ropes hanging from the ceiling. Anticipation coiled tighter, and I turned to her with a grin.
"What first, gorgeous?"
She sauntered over to a table lined with an array of toys—floggers, paddles, clamps—and selected a coil of rope.
"On your knees," she ordered, voice husky. “Clothes off first.”
I obeyed without thought, the thrill of submission shooting straight to my cock. Normally I’d be the dom, but for some reason, I wanted to test whether she could truly handle it. Something in me wanted to test her, to see what it would be like to be on the receiving end of her brutality. But only this once. Next time, she would experience my wrath. My pain. She circled behind me and my muscles tensed, senses hyper alert. The rope was rough against my skin as she wound it around my chest. It was fucking odd. Feeling powerless. Yet, it was also relieving. With sharp tugs, she cinched the harness tighter and tighter until I could barely draw a full breath.
"Such a good boy." She stroked my hair, her long nails digging in as she scratched my scalp. "You'll do whatever I say, won't you?"
"Yes." My voice came out raw, gravelly. I'd give her anything, do anything she asked. As long as she kept touching me. What the actual fuck was happening to me?
A sharp crack against my ass made me jerk, heat blooming under my skin. "Yes, what?" she purred, sliding her hand between my legs to grip my balls in a warning squeeze. “And here I thought you’d be difficult to break. But you’re not really, are you?”
"No, mistress." The sting of her palm faded into a dull ache that went straight to my cock.
"There's my good pet." She released me and moved to stand before me, appraising. I kept my gaze lowered, not daring to look up. Waiting. Aching.
After a long moment, she hummed, satisfied. "You may worship me now."
I surged forward, mouthing at her hip through the scrap of lace she called panties. She sank her hands into my hair and held me in place, grinding against my face as I licked and sucked at her cunt through the fabric. The taste of her, musky and intoxicating, flooded my senses. She slowly backed me up until I hit the side of a mattress. Pushing me onto it, I crawled up and lay down, waiting for her to tell me what to do.
I groaned, losing myself in her, in the slide of her fingers over my scalp, in the tension of the ropes cutting into my chest with every breath. Nothing existed but her, and the need to please, to bring her the release she demanded.
She yanked my head back by the hair, my neck straining. I blinked up at her kneeling over me, through eyes glazed with lust, panting.
"You want to please your mistress, pet?"
"Yes," I rasped. "Please."
A smile curled her blood red lips. "Then beg for it."
The words tumbled from my lips without thought. "Please, mistress. Let me taste you. I need to make you come, feel you clenching around my tongue. I'll do anything, be anything you want. Just please—"
"That's enough." She moved up and positioned herself over my head, and I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue over the sensitive nub. Her hips bucked, fingers twisting painfully in my hair.
I redoubled my efforts, thrusting my tongue inside her, chasing the sounds of her pleasure. The ache in my scalp and chest faded under the single-minded need to give her release. To prove I could please her.
Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, thighs clenching around my head as she cried out. I lapped at her cunt greedily, wringing every last tremor from her body.
When she went lax above me, I eased back, panting. Waiting. The tension in my body ratcheted higher with every second that passed without her direction. Without her touch.
After a long moment, she sighed and moved back, fingers fanning–almost gently–through my hair. "You've done well, pet. I think you've earned a reward."
My dick twitched at her words, already heavy and leaking between my legs. I swallowed hard, not daring to hope. "Thank you, mistress."
She laughed, the sound intoxicating. "Oh, you'll enjoy this reward. Now, let's see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop."
She slid down my body and grasped my cock, giving it a slow stroke. I bit back a groan, hands fisting in the sheets.
"Look at me," she commanded.
I forced my eyes open and met her gaze. Amusement and lust shone in her eyes, pink lips curled in a smirk.
She ducked her head, tongue flicking out to lap at the head of my cock. My hips bucked involuntarily, and she tightened her grip in warning. I gritted my teeth, struggling not to close my eyes. To watch her.
Hollowed cheeks and the wet heat of her mouth engulfed me. I shuddered, a broken moan tearing from my throat. She set a brutal pace, fucking me with her mouth and hand in tandem until I teetered on the edge.
Just before I tumbled over, she released me. I whimpered at the loss, fists clenching.
"Not yet, pet." Her voice was rough, arousal clear in her tone. She shifted until she straddled my waist, the slick heat of her cunt rubbing against my cock.
I jerked my hips up, seeking more friction. She smiled and rose up on her knees, keeping me just out of reach. My teeth ground together as I fought not to beg.
After a long, torturous moment, she sank down, taking me into her inch by inch. We moaned in unison as she seated herself fully in my lap.
My control shattered. I grasped her hips and thrust up into her, chasing my release. She cried out, nails biting into my chest, but didn't try to stop me.
The coil of tension in my gut snapped and I came with a shout, pumping into her as stars burst behind my eyelids.
As I came down from the high, she stretched out on top of me, her heart pounding against my chest. "Well done, pet. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship." She undid the ties and I took a deep breath.
“Don’t expect that a second time.”
I slipped out of her as she rolled to the side, gazing up at me through half-lidded eyes. My chest tightened at the satisfied smile on her lips and the way her hand drifted down to rub between her thighs, gathering my release.
Christ, what was wrong with me? I hated this bitch. She'd stolen what was mine, and now I was fucking infatuated with her.
I sat up with a growl, scrubbing my hands over my face.
"Excuse me?" Ice coated her tone.
I dropped my hands to glare at her. "You heard me. I am not a submissive, and I sure as fuck am not a pet. This was a once off. I LET you take the lead, and it sure as fuck won’t happen again."
She blinked once, her cheeks flushing an attractive pink, then her expression hardened. "Do you have any Goddamn idea who I am?" She practically laughed in my face, spit flying toward my face.
"Fuck you. You’re a fucking cunt." I shouted, launching to my feet. My hands curled into fists, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to hit something, destroy something, to vent the riot of emotions churning inside.
Gia rose gracefully, unconcerned with her nudity. She sauntered over to collect her discarded clothes, hips swaying. "You enjoyed yourself well enough a moment ago. Perhaps a reminder of your place is in order."
I lunged for her, intending to pin her against the wall, but she darted out of reach. My fist slammed into the concrete instead, pain lancing up my arm. I bellowed in rage, kicking over a table and sending the toys scattering across the floor.
By the time I got myself under control, Gia had dressed and stood leaning against the door, a smug smirk twisting her lips. "Feel better?"
"Get out," I bit out between clenched teeth. “You won’t like the side of me that ties you to that cross and fucks you until you bleed, so I suggest you take warning. GIA.”
She tipped her head to the side, eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "I will be seeing you again. I had far too much fun to let you go. Bring the same energy next time and I might let you fuck some of that childish anger out on me."
With that parting shot, she slipped out the door, leaving me alone in the destruction of the playroom. I dragged my hands down my face and tried to figure out how the hell I'd gotten into this mess.