31. Cock-whipped
Chapter thirty-one
Cock-whipped
Emily
Kaz guided me away from the electrifying pandemonium of the strip club’s main floor, where lights danced and music thundered, and his grip on my hand was both a guide and a claim.
My jealous lion.
He led me toward a dark hallway of purple velvet walls and black carpet.
We stepped over the arch and continued.
Lined on both sides, Brotherhood guards towered like sentinels—huge, imposing, tattooed and bearing scars.
They held their guns at their sides in a casual display of force and readiness.
The subtle scent of expensive cologne mingled within the adrenaline-charged space.
The transition from the loud, bass-heavy environment to the more secluded back of the club was like entering a completely different universe.
The music’s intensity dulled to a muted throb, allowing for the sound of our footsteps on the plush carpet to come to the fore.
We moved through this cloistered space, and Kaz navigated with the ease and authority of a sovereign in his realm.
I squeezed his hand, feeling the electricity between us. “Where are we going?”
Desire flickered across his eyes. “I am a little parched.”
“Parched?”
“Yes, mysh . I am thirsty.”
“I gather that, but what does that have to do with us leaving the main floor?”
His eyes hungrily devoured my exposed skin, lingering on the swell of my breasts.
Oh.
My nipples stiffened.
I had chosen the perfect bra and dress for this evening, making sure my ample assets were on full display for Kaz like two full ripe melons on a silver platter ready to be sucked on and savored.
Kaz frowned. “You knew what you were doing when you wore that.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Or you are nasty as hell?”
His voice grew husky. “The moment you slipped that on you knew I would be fucking you inside this club.”
A wicked smile spread across my face.
I did.
“Therefore, we are going to the club’s private nursing area.”
“No.” I tried to let go of his hand. “We are going back out—”
“Mysh.” He stopped us in the center of the hallway.
The man that was behind me gave us a decent amount of privacy, stepping a good six feet away.
Kaz pressed me against the wall.
The world narrowed down to the space between us. His body was a firm barrier against anything that might intrude upon this moment of raw, untamed craving.
“Kaz,” I whispered, my hands trembling as they traced the contours of his broad chest.
Did my touch seep through his shirt and trigger his heart to beat faster?
And if yes, did the rhythm match my own heart as it pounded in my chest?
To my pleasure, he leaned forward and devoured my lips. I chuckled under his hungry mouth. But once his wet tongue slid between my lips, all humor left me.
Lusty longing blazed through me.
I moaned under his roaming hands, teasing and caressing my body, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
And he didn’t touch me like a romantic lover or a doting fiancé, Kaz’s hands explored with confident ownership as if he understood on the deepest level that every inch of my body, every cell, every drop of blood. . .was all his.
A soft moan escaped my parted lips.
In this moment, nothing else mattered but this intoxicating man ravishing me in the hallway.
He playfully nibbled on my lower lip and pulled away, leaving me weak and wanting more.
It was crazy, but for some reason, I realized that Kaz’s true power lay not in his strength or his position within the Brotherhood but in his ability to awaken a fierce, passionate response in my body that I could neither deny nor control.
Holy shit.
Meanwhile, Max thought I should be working on controlling him with my pussy in New Orleans. What Max didn’t understand was that no amount of Juicy Jigsaw, Salsa Slam, or even Squishy Spider could prevent my ass from getting cock-whipped in the process.
Silent, Kaz pulled back and studied me. “Do you think it was okay for the dancer to touch you?”
“It was part of the show, and I figured. . .”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Well. . .I figured you would love to see a woman touching me.”
His gaze upon me was like a brand, marking me with an intensity that spoke of deep, unyielding possession. “No one can touch you. No. One.”
Our breaths mingled.
I felt the unmistakable power of surrender, the sweet release of yielding to a force greater than myself, embodied by the man who claimed every beat of my heart.
“Okay.” I parted my lips. “Lesson learned.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Have you ever heard the story of Cimon and Pero?”
“No.”
“It was an ancient Roman story about religious duty.”
I smirked, wondering where this was going. “And what happened in the story?”
“A man named Cimon was incarcerated and sentenced to death by starvation.”
“What did he do?”
“Does not matter.”
“It does to me. Maybe, he deserved it.”
“Does not matter.” He raised his hand to my face and slipped his finger along my lips. “His daughter was named Pero, and every time she visited him, she could not bear the sight of her dying father.”
“I get it. Many wouldn’t be okay with that.”
“So. . .” His gaze traveled down to my breasts. “In order to save her father’s life, during those visits, she gave him breast milk on a daily basis.”
“Say what now?”
“When the government saw that Cimon was still alive after many days, they became suspicious of Pero.”
“Man, I’m still not over the daughter giving him breast milk.”
“She loved her father, mysh .”
“I might have snuck in a cup or something and squeezed milk in there, but like. . .my father’s mouth right on the nipple.” I twisted my face in disgust. “No way.”
Kaz smiled. “Eventually, the prison guards caught Pero breastfeeding her father.”
“Fuck. What happened to them?”
“A criminal case was filed against her, but her selflessness and attitude won and turned the heart and mind of the jailer and he granted her father freedom.”
I leaned my head to the side. “And how does this relate to us?”
“The story was to motivate selflessness and love among the Roman people.” Kaz gestured to my breasts. “Therefore, I believe that you need to take your duties more seriously.”
“Kaz.” I blinked. “I know you didn’t tell me some crazy father-daughter story to support my letting you drink from me—”
“Every day, mysh .”
“Kaz—”
“Every day, before you leave the bed and begin your day.”
I widened my eyes.
“When I wake up in the morning, I want you to stuff a nipple in my mouth—”
“And if I don’t—”
“Then, I will cry. Very loudly—”
“Oh my God.” I laughed. “You better not.”
Kaz leaned in, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes sparkled with a potent blend of mischief and desire. “Try me.”
I shook my head.
More laughter bubbled out of me. The kind that made my ribs ache and my eyes water.
Smart and seasoned, the guards in the hallway placed their backs to us and took more steps away. They clearly knew how freaky their boss could get.
I grinned. “Something is really wrong with you, Kaz.”
“And you are stuck with me.” He pressed me deeper into the plush wall.
The velvet smoothed against my skin.
His body was hard against mine, fitting together as if we were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that had been separated for too long.
His voice was husky as he leaned in further, his breath skipping across my skin and sending shivers down my spine. “I am so thirsty for your milk that I cannot even wait long enough to take you in the back.”
I murmured, “Nasty man.”
His fingers traced over my cheekbone, down my neck, dancing over my delicate collarbones before drifting lower. His touch was light, feather-like, sparking little fires within my core.
I deliciously shivered under his fingers.
“I am not a nasty man, as you say. I simply have eccentric needs.”
“No, Kaz. You are kinky as fuck.”
“That too. We will be exploring all of the kinks one by one.”
“Not all of them.”
“Probably all of them.” A dark chuckle left him. “You would be surprised what I would allow you to do to me.”
I quirked my brows. “Hmmm. So. . .you wouldn’t mind a little pegging.”
“You putting something in my ass?” This dangerous flicker hit his eyes. “Are you sure you want to try that with a lion?”
“Probably not. Might get clawed.”
“Just a fair warning, little mouse.” His fingers finally stopped their journey downward, resting on the swell of my breasts. His eyes held a smoky quality as they met mine. “Do you now understand your new duty?”
It was impossible to argue with that look in his eyes.
I licked my lips, half defeated and half thrilled by the prospect. “Yes, Kaz. I understand.”
“Good.” He swiftly pulled down the top of my dress and then my bra, revealing the nursing pads stuck to my nipples. They were simple, round pieces of soft, white cotton.
For several seconds, he stared at the pads with a heavy and piercing gaze. Then, he twisted his features into an angry scowl. “What is this?”
I chuckled. “Nursing pads.”
“What are you doing to my nipples?”
“They are actually my nipples—”
“Not anymore.” He poked at the pads. “Why would you do this?”
“Since Emilio doesn’t drink a lot from my breasts anymore, my nipples tend to leak—”
“That is a good thing—”
“Kaz, I don’t want to be in the center of the strip club with milk spilling out in front of my dress—”
“That is exactly what I want.” That scowl hardened.
“Would you relax?”
His gaze bore into mine. “Never put these on again. I want to see the milk wetting the front of your dress, shirt, blouse, I don’t care—”
“Kaz, you’re tripping—”
“I want to pull down your dress and see that white liquid coat your skin and trickle down from your hard brown nipples.” Hot desire roared in his eyes. “My cock is growing just thinking of the sight.”
I swallowed hard, feeling this wild need stir within me.
“Very naughty mouse.” His fingers began to slowly peel the nursing pads from my nipples.
For some reason, a moan just escaped me.
What was it?
Did it have something to do with the way the pads pulled at my nipples as he pulled them off?
Or was it all that insane hunger raging in his eyes as he stared at my breasts?
A dark groan left him, making my pussy wet.
Cool air brushed my nipples.
His gaze never left mine as he slung the pads onto the floor. “Much better.”
I licked my lips.
He brought his hand up to one of my breasts and traced the fleshy swell, carefully avoiding the tight brown nipple that awaited his mouth. “So beautiful.”
He was breathtaking—like a lion in the wilderness, fierce in his need.
I shivered. “Suck it.”
“Oh.” A wicked smirk hit his face. “Now suck it?”
I bit my lip.
“The question is. . .do you deserve it.”
“I do.”
“Hmm.” His fingers brushed my nipple and I gasped.
A wicked grin curved his lips as he brought his mouth closer to my now exposed breasts. His warm breath was a tantalizing tease against my tingling skin.
“Kaz. . .”
“Shh,” he silenced me with a finger pressed to my lips. His other hand, still cradled my breast, began to apply pressure, his fingertips rolling and kneading the tender flesh until I could feel a familiar warmth spreading through me.
Oh.
I looked down at my breast as he played with it.
Suddenly, as if it had a mind of its own, milk blossomed from my nipple.
Another small gasp left me at the sight.
The white liquid dribbled down over Kaz’s hand, his fingers glistening with it.
“Mmm...” His eyes centered with animalistic hunger. “My naughty mouse indeed.”
Oh fuck.
Warm throbbing pulsed between my thighs.
His hand moved away, causing me to whimper at the loss of contact. But then he was reaching down and pulling away the front of his pants, revealing himself to me in all his hardness.
“Do you see what your milk does to me?”
That thick, long cock stood up between us.
Moaning, I grabbed his length. His cock was stiff and throbbing in my grasp, the veins pulsating with an urgent rhythm that matched my own heartbeat.
He returned his hands to my breasts and squeezed them some more.
“Oh.”
White streams of milk gushed out. Some of it coated my hand and dripped down onto the tip of his cock.
The sight was both arousing and shocking.
Groaning, he flicked his thumb over my nipple and squeezed my breasts again.
I watched in awe as more milk trickled from the tips.
Damn. Now he’s got me being nasty.
I couldn’t help it. I began stroking his milk-covered cock, right there in the center of the hallway, while all his men stood with their backs to us. I hoped they didn’t mind their boss moaning loudly around them because I planned on making him scream tonight.
Licking my lips, I increased the pressure of my hand, slipping my closed fingers up and down over the ridge and vein of his length. “You like that, baby?”
His only response was an intense growl as his hands fondled my breasts.
I moaned.
“Oh, fuck.” He bent all the way down and took one of my nipples into his mouth.
Due to his new angle, I lost my grip on his cock.
He sucked hard on my nipple. His tongue lapping at the trickle of milk still dripping from it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
Raising my hands in the air, I could only gasp at the feeling, clinging onto him for support as he licked at one dripping nipple and then the other, back and forth. Over and over.
Groaning and still sucking on my nipples, he slipped his hand down under my dress, yanked my panties to the side, and dipped his skilled fingers into my wet pussy.
I gasped. “Oh!”
His fingers slid in and out between my folds and then circled my sensitive clit before delving right back inside of me and the whole time he drank like a starving bastard, sucking so hard my body trembled.
“Oh, Kaz!”
Waves upon waves of pleasure crashed over me.
“Oh! Oh!” I moaned out loud, my fingers digging into his back as he continued to taste me and touch me in ways that had my body shattering in need.
I whimpered. “Kaz!”
His fingers worked expertly inside my pussy while his mouth continued its assault on my breasts, sucking and licking with a hot, insatiable hunger.
Shit!
Groaning, he left my nipples, swallowed hard, and then bit into the tender flesh of my breast.
I gasped and trembled.
He groaned, “I want you so bad I want to fucking eat you. Do you understand?”
I tried to answer, but then he flipped me around and held me against the wall. My milk-wet breasts pressed against the purple velvet.
His hot breath ghosted across my neck.
Kaz’s muscular chest was firm against my back, his hands roaming freely over the curves of my body and then yanking the bottom of my dress up over my hips.
I shivered. “You’re just going to fuck me right here—”
“Is there any place I cannot fuck you?”
I opened my mouth in shock.
“Could you ever think of one place?” He nipped at the back of my neck. “Every inch of you along with every sigh, every moan. . .they belong to me. And I will take what’s mine, every time, in every way I desire.”
I widened my eyes and shut the fuck up, too lost in needy pleasure, and knowing he was right.
“Anytime, anywhere, any place, I will map the contours of your body with my hands. My mouth. My cock.” His fingers traced down the line of my spine. Every touch sent shivers that ignited a fire deep within. “And I will leave marks.”
My heart pounded even more.
His sticky wet cock pressed against the small of my back.
Suddenly he lifted me, with an ease that spoke volumes about his strength.
“Kaz.” I clutched at the wall trying to find some semblance of support.
There was none.
And it didn’t matter anyway.
Kaz would have me in any way he yearned, and I would take it.
Soon, his hard cock shoved deep into me.
“Oh!”
The sensation was mind-blowing, the raw heat of him stretching me, filling me.
My hands clawed on the velvet wall as I tried to brace myself. “Kaz!”
He gripped my hips hard and slammed into me. All I could do was moan and rock back against him. His growling was animalistic, filled with a mindless lust that matched my own.
He gripped my hips even harder, pulling my wet pussy back onto his huge cock with every hard thrust. “You’re so fucking tight. . .”
I gasped as he delved even deeper, his cock hitting spots that had me seeing stars.
His lips brushed against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that sent a ripple of hot bliss coursing through me. “Is this my pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, baby.”
Groaning, he quickened his pace, each thrust driving deeper and harder until all I could do was whimper his name over and over again. “Kaz. Kaz. Kaz.”
Suddenly he stilled, his cock buried deep within me. His voice was hoarse with desire. “I’m going to make you cum before I do.”
“O-okay.”
“Do you want to cum for me, mysh ?”
“Y-yes.”
“You are going to cum all over my cock and make it messy. Sticky. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
With renewed vigor he resumed his rhythm, his hands now sneaking beneath my lifted dress to find my clit once more. “Yes, mysh .”
“Oh God,” I groaned as his fingers began their magic dance once again.
“I love the way you take my cock.” Kaz kept up an agonizingly slow pace now, making sure every movement hit just the right spot inside and outside me.
“Oh!” An intense heat began to build in my belly, spreading outwards until it consumed my entire body.
“Kaz. . .I. . .” Words failed as the pleasure overpowered any form of coherent thought.
He moved one hand from under my dress for balance and suddenly there was nothing to hinder the view of him pounding into me from behind. “Let go for me, mysh .”
“Oh! Oh!”
Our heavy pants and moans filled the hallway.
And then, it happened.
A violent burst of ecstasy erupted within me, igniting every fiber of my being with an intensity that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. It spread through every fucking nerve and muscle in my body, leaving me breathless.
Spasming.
Spinning and twisting as if a damn tornado had taken residence within my very core.
“Ohhh Kaz!”
This thunderous spiral of ecstasy radiated outwards from the depths of my fucking soul, cascading through me like a torrential downpour.
Unrelenting and all-consuming.
My heart raced.
No.
It pounded against my chest with the ferocity of a caged beast desperate for release.
And I came some more.
The climax was so potent.
So utterly commanding.
It felt as though time itself had stilled, suspended in the moment of my surrender to this overwhelming bliss.
And then pleasure crescendoed, and my body shifted to only a vessel of pure bliss.
A cocoon of pleasure.
“Kaz!” I screamed, my nails digging into the velvet wall as wave after wave of the second orgasm ripped through me.
And the Lion kept pounding, riding out my bliss with deep, powerful thrusts that only heightened the sensation.
“Yes.” His hand left my clit to wrap around my waist, holding me steady as he continued his relentless pace. “Cum for me, mysh .”
I was mere putty in his hands now, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably with each thrust. The pleasure was almost too much to bear; it consumed me to the point where all I could see or hear was Kaz behind me, insistent and unyielding. His hot breath against my neck and his muscular body pressed firmly against mine only added fuel to the fire within.
“Goddamn it!” Suddenly, he stilled inside me once again. His grip on my hips tightened and his breathing became ragged.
I panted.
“ Mysh ,” he groaned into my neck before biting down gently.
I shrieked.
His final thrusts were hard and forceful, burying his cock deep inside me as he reached his own climax. The sounds he made were feral, a growl mixed with a groan that echoed through the whole hallway.
Only God knew what his guards thought of us.
His cock jerked within me and cum soaked my core.
Shit. I really might end up pregnant here.
That damn realization terrified me. While I had been using birth control, I might start doubling the pill amount.
“You make me fucking crazy, mysh .” Kaz withdrew his cock slowly from me but kept his arms around my trembling body, pulling me back against him. Panting heavily, I felt his lips press against my neck before trailing up to whisper huskily into my ear. “I love you.”
My heart warmed.
His words sent a shiver down my spine.
But before I could respond, a deafening explosion resonated from the direction of the strip club’s entrance, followed by another explosion from the back.
What the fuck?!!!