Chapter 16 #2
She watched as he meticulously hung every piece of washed clothing in the so-called closet. His shirt, her shirt, her pants, her blouse, and her black laced underwear. She watched as his hand lingered on her panties.
Her breath caught in her chest, and the room filled with an alluring presence that was hard to ignore. Suddenly, Adria couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. The sight of his hands trailing along her underwear did something to her.
He turned, his gaze locking onto her like a magnet. The intensity in his eyes made her mouth run dry, a parched sensation spreading across her tongue. It was as if his thirst radiated outwards, stealing all the moisture in the air.
In his approach, every step seemed to echo in the room. His broad frame crowded her in the already small space. As he towered over her, she felt small, a delicate flower standing next to an immovable oak tree.
Then he was on his knees at her feet, this oak of a man suddenly felled before her.
His arms encircled her waist, face pressing against her stomach.
Through the thin fabric of her shirt, his breath warmed her skin.
She inhaled—vanilla mixed with cheap hotel lavender soap—and felt her roots steadying as his shoulders trembled slightly beneath her palms.
His voice, rough and resonant, reverberating through her belly. “I missed you.”
As his deep timbre reached her ears, she could almost feel her threads unraveling. Those three little words, like a gust of wind, sweeping over her, blowing apart her carefully constructed world.
“Kaydon, I am so sorry. I never in a million years wanted anything bad to happen. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make it up to you. I—”
Kaydon’s hand pressed against her mouth and he stared up at her with hazel eyes.
“Mistress, no disrespect, and you can punish me later, but can you just shut up and let me make you feel good?” he said, eyes serious.
Adria’s mouth fell open under his hand. Her gut clenched when his other hand pulled her in closer, resting his chin on her belly.
Her body ached to be near him. Slowly, carefully, she nodded.
With a gentle yet firm touch, he moved his hand from her mouth to her chest, his fingers brushing against her racing heart.
She gasped as he lifted her easily and laid her down on the bed with her legs draped over the edge.
Her eyes moved from the stained ceiling to find his.
There was not nearly enough space for his large body between the bed and the wall, but Kaydon crammed himself in there, anyway. The two of them stared at each other, Kaydon’s hands pressing on her thighs. Gradually he inched closer, his breath warm, pressing his face into her mound.
She jumped when his tongue grazed over the fabric of her underwear. Her body instinctively arching towards him, seeking more of his touch as a rush of sensations coursed through her veins.
His one hand firmly gripped her waist, his fingers sliding beneath her t-shirt, capturing her against the softness of the mattress.
He slid his other arm under the curve of her lower back, pulling her closer to him.
His beard pressed into her center, and the friction had her dripping.
His tongue explored deeper into the folds of the fabric around her waist. Adria tried to move her underwear to the side.
She wanted more, but he slapped her hand away.
“I’m making you feel good, remember,” he said into her, his hot breath bringing every nerve ending to attention.
He continued his tantalizingly slow movements, the moisture in his mouth merging with her own.
Adria brought her hands above her head, gripping the comforter tightly as she surrendered to the sensations.
Kaydon pressed his face into her. The thin piece of fabric between them was a sopping mess. Adria’s body writhed beneath his touch, the dampness and heat between her legs igniting a desperate longing. Her mouth fell open, and she panted, each breath a mixture of anticipation and desire.
She didn’t remember the last time she had panted for a man.
Cold air hit her as Kaydon relented his slow torture. Pulling her now soaked underwear down her legs, he said, “We’re going to need to do another load of laundry.”
Adria was going to retort with some smart remark, but Kaydon buried his tongue so far into her she saw stars.
A wave of desire and need surged through her, twisting her gut. The severity of their situation faded into the background as the feeling of his touch consumed her thoughts.
Kaydon’s mouth.
Kaydon’s hands.
Kaydon’s body.
Kaydon’s scent.
It was all she could think about.
He pulled her impossibly closer to him. The sound of their heavy breathing mingled in the air as his tongue ventured deeper, exploring her wetness. It was as if he couldn’t get deep enough. He was devouring her, and Adria let her head fall back, eyes closed, heightening the sensations.
The tension within her built, like a wave ready to crash, bringing her closer to the edge of pleasure. She could feel herself teetering on the brink.
But then, abruptly, he stopped.
The sudden halt jolted her senses, her eyes snapping open to meet his intense gaze.
He gave her a gentle tsk, saying, “Not yet, lioness.”
She felt feral. Her Domme self roaring to the surface. Heat rose in her chest, and she meant to order him to make her come, when two of his fingers explored inside her. They curled into her, causing an involuntary moan to escape her lips.
His thumb pressed expertly on her clit, and she felt the explosion building.
“Kaydon, you better get yourself inside me,” she said, wanting to order him, but the words came out more like a whine.
“I want to see you come all over my fingers,” he said, pressing his mouth to her again.
Fuck.
He felt so good inside her. His expert hands knew just what her body needed. When she didn’t think she could take any more without release, Kaydon left her drenched cunt and grazed her sensitive nipples with his teeth. Adria cried out into the room, her voice raw with pleasure.
Kaydon plunged three fingers into her, while biting down on her nipple. Adria’s vision blurred. The room fogged around her, and her insides clamped around his fingers.
The roller-coaster came to the top.
Fucking her with only his fingers, Adria’s body convulsed around him, and she felt herself plunging down, screaming into the room as she became fully and completely unraveled.
Her sensitive clit cried out as his thumb continued to painfully rub into it. When she finally opened her eyes, she no longer felt adrift. She knew who she was.
Adria stared into Kaydon’s eyes. His thumb massaging her swollen clit.
“You are so wet,” he breathed.
Pushing into his shoulders, she slung a leg over his pelvis and rolled the two of them until she was on top.
Kaydon’s eyes widened as they tumbled.
“Someone has been practicing with Eric,” he said.
“Hands above your head,” she ordered.
She watched him, a rush of excitement coursing through her body as, without uttering a single word, he slowly raised his hands, interlocking them above his head, creating a captivating visual display.
His pupils blew wide when she sat on him, running her slick folds against his cock.
A few months ago, the prospect of having him inside of her would have scared the shit out of her.
Not because of his size, although that gave her a tingle of anticipation, but also because it was a boundary she had never dared to cross with a submissive.
But now things were different. They were different.
She was different.
So with Kaydon self-pinned to the head of the bed, she pulled her t-shirt off, and leaned over him.
Kaydon’s sharp intake of breath, was a sweet melody to her ears.
Her nipples were hard as she pressed herself against his firm torso.
Running her tongue along the intricate Winters’ snowflake tattoos on his neck, tasting his sweat, Adria nibbled at Kaydon’s earlobe, feeling the softness between her teeth.
She kissed along the marks, savoring the faint scent of vanilla.
She teased him until she felt his large body tremble beneath her. A wave of anticipation pulsated through her, and she pressed her entrance against his cock.
She said, “I have an IUD and I’ve been tested. I can sho—”
“I trust you,” he said, closing his eyes.
Her chest ached, and her entire body called for him to be inside her. She could tell he was right there with her.
His hands strained against the invisible bonds, and beads of sweat glistened on his neck, evidence of the heat coursing through him.
He wanted to take her, but he was giving her control.
“Look at me,” she said, wanting to see the need in his eyes. Needing to see her desire mirrored in his.
His eyes opened, lids heavy with arousal.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, voice rough.
Maybe in another life or another time, she would have gone slow. Savored the moment, but the Triune had them in their crosshairs. Every second could be their last, and she didn’t intend to waste a single one.
She slammed down onto him.
Kaydon cried out at the same time she doubled over. Her insides screamed in protest. She couldn’t help but question whether a gentler approach would have been more prudent, given his size. The sensation of pain mixed with pleasure, creating a tumultuous wave within her.
With her hand firmly gripping the headboard above them, she rode him, each movement sending jolts of feeling throughout her body.
Her pelvis gyrated, her insides contracting and pulling on him, intensifying the sensations coursing through her.
As Adria’s orgasm began to build, she deliberately slowed her pace.
Kaydon’s heavy breathing filled the room. His intense gaze locking onto hers, their eyes never faltering from each other.
He was twice her size and far stronger, but here he was under her. He wasn’t helpless. Kaydon could take control any time he wanted, but he didn’t.
“Such a good boy,” she cooed, and his eyelids fluttered.
A flush grew around Kaydon’s neck, and Adria took in his shape, his marks, his tattoos. All the colors that made him a Winters.
He should have her marks.
She put her hand around his neck and pressed his face to the side. Adria watched his pulse move wildly just under his Winters tattoo. Leaning down, she bit down around the snowflake. Soft at first and then hard.
Kaydon didn’t struggle, even though it had to be painful. Instead, he whispered, “Fuck, Adria, I’m so close.”
She continued her bite, sinking her teeth into his flesh while simultaneously biting down with her cunt.
He wouldn’t come. Not unless she allowed it.
His entire torso tensed beneath her; that, coupled with the sounds of his ragged breaths, had Adria’s need for him skyrocketing. When his breathing shifted from rapid to slow, she knew he was trying to hold back. Trying not to come.
Not about to make things easy for him, she lifted and slammed her pelvis into him.
She pressed her hips into Kaydon hard and started sucking on his neck.
She pumped relentlessly along the length of him, until she felt his tremble turn into a full shake.
Her body responded to his submission, filling with a hunger for more.
She sucked at the base of his neck. The blood pooling at the surface only increased her need. Her entire body vibrated with him as she rode him.
When she felt that her mark would last at least a week, she moved her lips to his ear. “You can come,” she breathed.
Kaydon seized under her, his hands leaving their position and wrapping around her, pulling her closer in a desperate embrace
She could have been annoyed that he lost his position, but instead, his firm grip sent a surge of pleasure through her. Feeling him wrapped around all sides of her, Adria’s insides contracted and she moaned her orgasm into the side of his broad neck.
She took her time, slowing her breathing. Enjoying the fresh scent of their arousal filling the room.
When it seemed they had both caught their breath, Adria pressed herself up, taking a good look at her handiwork.
Teeth marks encircled the snowflake on his neck, along with a now vibrant purple hickey. “Gorgeous.”