18. Vi
CHAPTER 18
VI
I’m not supposed to desire an actual target, but I can’t stop the need from crawling inside of me.
I want Kenzo to touch me.
Still, hesitation bites at my neck. “You have a bed,” I say.
“But the bed is far away. And besides.” He winks. “It’s a nice night.”
I press my lips together to stop from grinning at his tease. I’m not supposed to do this because I want to. I’m supposed to do this because it’s my job. I’m not supposed to like Kenzo.
I lower myself to my knees. “Maybe I can…”
He pulls me into his lap. “No,” he growls. “Don’t worry, Vi. I’ll teach you everything. You can be my good girl, can’t you, baby?”
It’s so derogatory, treating me like I’m incapable, nothing more than a girl, but my body is molten, and I need more. More of those filthy words. More of him.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good girl,” he says, and my skin tingles. “Spread your legs and straddle me.”
I do as I’m told, and I swear the heat of his thighs is like an inferno incinerating me from the inside out.
“So good at following directions,” he murmurs. “Remove my belt.”
My fingers twitch over the metal buckle, and as the black leather slides through the loops, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if Kenzo smacked the leather against me or draped it around my neck, guiding me like a leashed pet.
The hell is wrong with you? my brain shouts. He’s a job! You can’t think like that!
My eyelids flutter. I’m not the kind of person who likes sex. Sex is work. Only work. A lesson to be learned. A job to finish. It’s how Patrick and Uncle Jay get our money, and now, it’s how I’ll get our money too. It’s how we survive. It doesn’t mean anything.
“Unzip me,” Kenzo says.
All of those thoughts vanish.
As each tooth vibrates through the zipper, his bulge grows bigger. My mouth waters. I pull his length out, my lips parting. He’s smooth and veiny and big. My jaw drops, my mouth salivating. I had a feeling he’d be big, but he’s curved too, with the perfect angle to hit me right where I curled my fingers when I explored myself for his viewing pleasure last night.
“Touch yourself,” he commands.
My eyes glaze over. I squeeze my breasts through the thick wedding dress fabric. Kenzo beams at me. I must be doing something terribly wrong. Or so damn right.
“Such an intuitive virgin,” he says. “You learn quickly, don’t you?”
He knows you’re lying. And soon, he’s going to kill you for it.
“I just don’t want you to kill me,” I say. It’s almost true. I am scared for my life, but right now, I’m too turned on to care.
“What a good line,” he says.
No matter how many red flags wave in my mind, I’m hypnotized. His degrading tone mixed with the hints of praise in his voice. Even if he knows I’m lying, doing the one thing he asked me not to do, he can’t help but want me.
“What are you after, little Vi?” he asks, His eyes dig down to my core. He’s not talking about sex right now, but about the reason my uncle and I lied about my sexual history. He knows we’re here for the wrong reasons.
“Do you always talk this much during sex?” I mumble.
“I don’t hear you telling me to shut up.”
My lips are loose, eager for his. I don’t say anything.
He puts a hand behind my neck, pulling me down so his lips are by my ear.
“Slide your panties to the side,” he murmurs, “and drop that sweet little pussy onto me until you swallow my cock whole.”
My pussy clenches, already begging for his length, and I pull back, locking eyes with him. At this angle, I’m looking down at him, but he’s controlling me like he knows exactly how to make me his obedient little pet.
And I obey.
Pulling my panties to the side, my pussy grips the head of his dick, and his curve pushes against my tender spot. A soft moan erupts through me.
“Does my cock hurt, baby?” he asks. “It should hurt a good girl like you. But it doesn’t, does it? My dick fits perfectly inside of you. Your pussy was made to please me.”
Those words strike a chord inside of me, and my vision tunnels. I try to speak. I try to claim it hurts, at least a little. He’s so big, it’s almost true. But my wetness lets him glide inside of me, easing the pain. He moves his hips, my clit rubbing against the fabric of my panties.
“Maybe you were born a slut,” he says in a low voice. “Maybe you’ve always wanted a big dick like mine to unlock the hungry little cunt inside of you.”
My limbs shake as he bites my ear. I can barely control myself. His words, his cock, everything about Kenzo keeps me on edge.
“Kenzo,” I barely whisper.
“Fuck, baby,” he says. “You feel good. But I need more.” His hands reach up, grasping my neck, just like our first kiss. Every inch of my body writhes with need. “I’m done with the person you’re pretending to be. I want to see the real Vivian.”
He tightens his grip, and my stomach is rigid, squeezing his dick. I can’t breathe, but I ride him harder and faster, and his eyes flash with satisfaction as he lets go, giving me air. I gasp, and he tries to peel back the layers of my dress to get at my nipple. The dress doesn’t budge, so he hastily opens the zipper at the back until the dress pools around me.
“Lift your hands,” he says.
I do as I’m told as he yanks the whole thing off of me. Then he lifts me and takes away my panties too. I’m naked and exposed, and he’s still in a suit with only his fat, curved dick twitching in the night air. My need covers his length, the liquid glimmering in the moonlight.
This time, he doesn’t tell me what to do. He pulls me on top of him and shoves his dick inside of me. One hand wraps around my neck, and his other hand pinches my nipple so hard, I wail in pain and pleasure.
“You like being exposed like this?” he murmurs. “My pretty little virgin getting her purity ripped out of her like a fucking whore.”
“I—” I choke out, but it’s so hard to talk. Hard to think. “I can’t?—”
“I don’t give a fuck about what you think I want,” he says, his tone growing into a howl. “I don’t want a virgin. I don’t want your coyness. I want you. We aren’t leaving this balcony until you come so hard you can’t breathe.”
A strangeness takes hold of my chest. I’ve never done anything like what I’m about to say, but Kenzo’s words make me want it. I don’t stop myself.
“Then choke me,” I whisper.
He doesn’t hesitate. Both of his hands wrap around my neck until my vision tunnels and blurs. Kenzo stares into my eyes as his dick pumps inside of me. Stars flicker at the edges of my vision, and the noise drowns out until all I can hear is his breath.
Rapid. Heavy. In and out .
He lets go for a moment, and I swallow the sweet air, and he lets out a laugh so hard I’m sure the couple can hear him in the pool down below.
“Look at how wet you are.” His eyes flicker down. “You’re soaking my pants. Are you a squirter, Vi?” His eyes darken as a smirk ripples across his mouth. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t answer that question. A virgin like you wouldn’t know whether or not you squirt.”
I move my lips, but nothing comes out. I’ve never had that happen before, but I don’t remember much from having sex anyway. All I want is for his hands to encase my throat until my body convulses again. I grab his hands, moving them back to my throat.
“You want to lose consciousness on my dick, slut?” he says in a low voice. “If I choke you like a whore, are you going to gush all over my dick like a greedy little bitch?”
I pout, my whole body begging for him to give it to me.
“Please,” I moan.
“Begging like such a polite little cunt,” he growls. “What a good girl.”
His hands wring my throat, and everything dissolves around me. There’s no penthouse, no wedding, no information I need to find, no contract. It’s just the two of us. Two people enjoying themselves. My face bulges with blood and heat, and my pussy constricts around him.
“Give it to me!” Kenzo shouts. “Give me your sweet come.”
Everything inside of me twists and explodes as his cock tears into me. He chokes me harder, and my vision blackens into the orgasmic dream state where nothing exists.
My body stops throbbing, and finally, he lets go, licking the side of my neck, and that gentleness on my sensitive skin makes me twitch.
But he doesn’t stop fucking me. His eyes widen, his pupils dilating as he grips my hips harder, fucking me until he reaches that point. Then he moves me from his lap down to my knees, and his come paints my lips and face. The smell of sex permeates the night air as I blink up at him, completely consumed by his control of me.
The orgasms subside, and we’re both breathless. Kenzo reaches for his whisky and hands me mine. I swallow the whole thing down, and it tastes better now. Like recklessness. Like him.
He helps me to my feet. Then, the wet fabric of his pants sloshes as he zips up, adjusting himself.
My cheeks burn. Did I really just do all of that?
I’m mortified.
We walk inside, and only then do I realize I’m still naked.
I really squirted all over him.
I want to melt into the floor and never resurface.
“Has that ever happened before?” he asks. There’s a satisfaction in his tone; he knows the answer. When I see his playful expression, a weight lifts from my chest. It’s not gross to him. He likes it. He even seems proud to be the first one to make me do that.
I open my mouth to give an answer, but I can’t make myself say it. It’s obvious he knows I’ve had sex before, that I’ve lied to him already, and this question is almost like he’s proving it. He’s infuriating and captivating at the same time. He knows who he is and what he wants, and it doesn’t bother him that I’m a mixture of contradictions.
At least not yet.
“Let’s get you into bed,” he says.
A thought flickers in my brain, wondering if that means more sex. And I know, right then, I’m already broken. I don’t know how he did it, but I’m losing control around him.
“We surprise each other,” he says, and it’s as if he knows what I’m thinking. “Don’t we, Vi?”