36. Chapter Thirty-Six
Griffin's Beach Felicity
H ands tied above her head, Felicity uses them to hold herself steady against the wall as she lies sideways on the bed. Ky holds her legs up in a V as he stands and pounds into her, his grunts like music to her ears.
The blindfold over her eyes and hands tied above her head forces her to focus on the senses she can rely on. She decided after the funeral that she needs to work on trusting her husband more, and this was one of the first activities she found on the internet that looked worth their time. Blindfolding during sex to trust her partner to please her without having full control over the situation.
Ky jumped at the idea, and they agreed to blindfold her at least three times a week as she struggles with the lack of control. They moved to the clubhouse to push her a little bit further tonight because it's not their home. It's his clubhouse. As much as she loves the sensations, she feels a little reserved even as he does everything to make it as pleasurable as possible.
"Baby," Ky says between grunts, "I can't hold out much longer."
"It's okay," she says, her body pressing against his as he pounds into her.
Normally, she'd tell him to come for her, but she can't. Saying that puts her in control again, but she knows Ky can't fight off his release. She's only managed to come while blindfolded during sex recently at their house. She knows he doesn't take it personally, and he'll get her off. The blindfold comes off, and even if she can't use her hands to touch him, usually the sight helps push her along.
"Fuck!" he cries out and stills with the exception of small spasms as he fills her. "Jesus."
"Good?" she asks and smiles. Even if she didn't get off, she loves hearing him.
She's suddenly shifted to lay correctly on the bed, and the mattress moves as Ky jumps next to her. They moved the bed against the wall to give her something to hold onto while he took her like he has, and she holds back her giggle as he excitedly joins her on the bed like a teenager.
"Don't you dare lower your hands," he growls in her ear.
The blindfold doesn't come off, and she gasps when he takes a nipple into his mouth before rubbing between her legs with his rough fingers. "Oh!"
"I fucking love when you let me take control," he says, kissing up her chest to her neck before sucking right behind her ear. "Trust me, baby. Trust me to make you feel good."
"I trust you," she pants.
Felicity presses her hands against the wall and feels the edge of the curtains. Normally, she'd focus on what she touches, but Ky's pleas force her to focus on his touches instead. The way he scissors her clit between his fingers. How his mouth on her neck feels. Her chest heaves as the orgasm builds within her, and she refuses to let any thoughts enter her mind. Only the sensations he provides.
"Ky," she moans. "Oh God, Ky, I'm coming!"
His teeth nibble at her neck as she cries out, her body jolting and fingers curling around the curtain. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now."
When he shifts, she feels his erection, and she smirks. "Release my hands?"
The silk scarf they used quickly comes off, and his hands touch her face, but she stops him. "You don't want me to take this off?"
"I want to touch you," she whispers. "Not because I don't trust you but because I want to feel you. Take me again, Ky. Love me."
Her husband needs no additional coaxing, and he shifts between her legs, sliding into her with ease. "How do you want it, baby?"
"You decide," she whispers and cups his face. Pulling it to hers, she kisses him. "I just want you to love me."
"Fuck," he groans and hikes her leg up over his hip.
Her hands roam his body as they kiss and thrust, alternating between fast and slow. Trust. She finally fully and completely trusts Ky. She knows she does tonight, and her acceptance allows her to let go. Everything holding her back disappears.
"Ky," she pants, her lips grazing his. "Oh, fuck!"
The orgasm hits harder than any she's had recently, and if she wasn't wearing the blindfold, she knows her vision would still fade to black. Stars. Explosions.
"Baby!" he cries and fills her again, his hips thrusting hard and slow as he comes. "Jesus, you could've cut off my circulation with those pussy clenches."
Words. She has none. Her brain completely stopped working, and she just lies there as her body tingles.
"Baby?" Ky asks, worry in his one as he frantically slides off her blindfold. "Felicity? Talk to me. What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I'm good," she mumbles, her limbs heavy. "I think that was the... Fuck."
His eyes search hers. "What? Talk to me. What does that mean?"
Laughing, she finally moves her arms and reaches up to cup his face. "That was the most intense orgasm of my fucking life, baby. I can't feel my legs right now, and it's amazing."
Ky sighs and collapses next to her, pulling her against him. "You're never that quiet. You scared the shit out of me."
"I trust you. You know that, right? I trust you with everything I am."
"I do now," he says and chuckles.
They lie together, and she closes her eyes to sleep before realizing she hasn't heard from Gracie. "I have to find my phone," she says and begrudgingly pulls herself away from Ky.
"No, you don't," he says and tries to pull her back.
"Gracie texts me. She's with her friend for a sleepover, but she's had some questions lately with the pregnancy."
Getting up, he helps her search the room, but her phone isn't anywhere. "Did you leave it in your car?"
"Shit, I did. I was charging it. I'll go grab it."
"I can get it for you," he says, grabbing his jeans.
Her hand stops him. "No, I'll get it. I'll be fine. Why don't we walk out to the main room together, I'll go get the phone, and then we'll hang out with the others for a bit before coming back in here to let you fuck me senseless again."
"Are you sure?"
Things have been a little uncomfortable since Felicity's confrontations with Ky and Lex. They may have forgiven her, but not everyone feels the same way. She did this, and she knows she needs to pay the piper. Take her beatings. Whatever.
After they're dressed, Ky walks with her out in the main room, and she heads outside to her car. Nighttime always makes her feel a little uneasy, especially alone, and being in the Drifters’ parking lot doesn't ease that feeling much at all. It feels like someone watches her, and she quickly grabs her phone and walks back to the clubhouse.
A dirty woman with red hair falling out of a loose hair tie and a round face steps out of the shadows, and Felicity jumps in surprise. She doesn't recognize the woman, and she freezes in her step. "C-can I help you?"
As she steps into the light, Felicity holds back a gasp. Her face isn't round, it's swollen. And the dirt looks like dried blood. She looks around the woman to see if there's anyone else with her because this feels like a trap. A trap to have her guard down to attack and kidnap her. Or kill her.
"I'm looking for Psycho."
Redhead looking for Psycho. As much as she knows Psycho's obsessed with his own redhead, this doesn't look good. No, it looks pretty bad, actually. "He's not with this charter."
"I don't... I don't know what that means. Do you know where I can find him?"
"Why are you looking for Psycho?" she asks, and she knows her suspicion isn't hidden in her tone.
The last thing Lacey needs is another woman causing stress. Not with the pregnancy and all of the prior issues they've had. She'll be damned if she lets anyone cause her irreparable harm that could lead her into another program.
Shaking her head, she tries to smile. "Can you just tell him Shannon's here? He knows me."
"He's in Black Valley. I can have someone call him. Or maybe someone inside can help you." She looks over at the bikes to see who's inside. She didn't pay attention as she walked past everyone because she still feels uncomfortable. "My husband can help. Or Jennings or... Beckett."
Shannon's eyes fill with fear as she shakes her head and steps back into the shadows. "Not... No. I have no way to get to Black Valley."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry I bothered you. Please, could you forget I was here? Don't say anything to B—anyone. Thank you, and I’m sorry."
"No, it's okay. Come inside, and we'll get Psycho on the phone," she says, all suspicion gone. This lady needs help. "Let me just holler to Beckett to call—"
"No!" she shouts. Her voice lowers as she nearly disappears into the shadows. "It's okay. I'm a stupid woman for coming to a motorcycle club. The wrong one."
She runs off into the dark before Felicity can stop her. The hairs on Felicity's neck weren't from an immediate threat to her. Shannon's in trouble, and there's someone after her. Leaving the clubhouse isn't going to help her situation any, but she's pulled from her thoughts when she sees Gracie's name on her caller ID.
"Maybe Brock can pull up the footage and send it to Psycho," she says before answering. "Hey, baby. Everything okay?"