Chapter 17 #2
“What does that mean?” I demand. I’ve just confessed my own cruelty, but the thought of anyone being cruel to her sends a spike of naked rage through my body.
The strength of the feeling doesn’t sit well with me.
I don’t know what to do with it, so I leave it sitting there, a large, shiny, unmistakable testament of my insanity and ask, “Who was cruel to you?”
She stares at me for almost a minute. Her mouth purses and her chin wobbles once, before she shrugs it off and shakes her head. “I don’t know.”
My fingers curl and I feel her pulse throb beneath my hands. “After what we agreed just now, that’s how you respond? You don’t know? ”
Her gaze slides from mine and her head bows. “I know what we agreed. I’m telling you the truth. I don’t know.”
I stare at the top of her head and grapple with the need to probe deeper. I remind myself of the many reasons why I don’t want to be pulled into her shit. Or anyone else’s.
But I can’t get the thought of her willingly throwing herself into the freezing ocean out of my mind.
I know what she just said, and the powerfully intimate cloud of sadness building around her is the reason for her actions that night.
I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there, if she succeeded.
My chest starts to burn, and I heed the warning to get the fuck off the subject of her not being alive.
But I still want to know what she means.
“Keely, tell me.”
“I can’t,” she says, and there’s no apology or hesitation in her voice. “I won’t.”
I let it go. “Fine. Are you staying?”
She raises her head. “Do you want me to?”
I shove hard at the 95 percent. “Yes. Very much.”
A single nod of acquiescence. “Then I will.”
My fingers slide up her arms and into her hair, then I’m kissing her.
I’m not gentle with it. I know her pain threshold now and I mean to straddle it hard.
The pressure in my head decreases when she moans into my mouth and strains closer.
My hand slides down her body to grip below her ass.
It’s all the urge she needs to jump up and curl her legs around my waist.
I stumble with her out of the kitchen and into the living room.
I have a keen sense of direction and I know where the furniture is located, but I’m heady from kissing her, and I don’t want to risk Keely getting hurt from one of the many bizarre sculptures Cassie left dotted around the place, so I reluctantly raise my head.
“Seven, lights please.”
“ Of course, Mr. S. What mood would you prefer? ” A sultry voice fills the air.
Keely’s eyes widen in the semi-darkness.
“You still have all your settings?” I ask.
“ Updated to zero one hundred, eastern standard time.”
“Good, let’s go for Fuck Mood Three Point O.”
My mouth twitches at Keely’s shocked gasp.
“ Right away, Mr. S.”
A second later, the room is bathed in black and gold streams of light. They focus on the large double-wide sofa in the center of the room.
Keely’s gaze swings from the sofa to my face. “You’ve trained a robot to provide you with mood lighting to suit you during sex?”
“Careful, you’ll hurt her feelings if you call her a robot,” I whisper in her ear as I carry her to the sofa and lay her down. A soft gold spotlight frames her face and she looks almost angelic. I stare for a moment longer, enthralled by her stunning beauty.
“Oh? What is she, then?”
“We’ve never really discussed it.” I pull back, and when she eases her legs from my waist, I grip her knees and spread her wide. “I think she believes she’s a cross between my physics professor and my assistant.”
“And her name?”
I smile and pull the T-shirt over her head. “She’s named after the sexiest Star Trek alien ever to grace a TV screen, of course.” My dark mood evaporates as I stare at her body. The lighting isn’t hitting her quite right, so I snap my fingers.
“ Yes, Mr. S ?” Seven responds.
“A dozen more gold beams around me, please.”
“ Right away, sir .”
Black light turns to gold and washes over Keely. She gasps and looks up at me with awe.
“Wow, consider me well and truly blown away, Mr. S,” she says with exaggerated bats of her lashes.
I lower my head to kiss her. “Now that I know what really turns you on, I mean to impress you with my very big and very clever brain.”
Her hands slip between us and she finds my cock. “Not just your big brain, I hope.”
My mouth leaves hers to trail down the side of her neck. Her smell intoxicates me, makes me want to glue myself to her skin forever. “Everything big that takes your fancy is yours.”
She giggles and I adore the sound. “So what else does Seven-of-Nine do?”
“Amongst other things, the usual—liaising with housekeeping services, temperature regulation, security.” I debate whether to reveal the finer details of Seven’s role. “She also keeps an audio file of every conversation that contains my voice.”
Keely stares up at me for a few seconds before she jerks upright. “Are you saying she recorded us in the kitchen?”
“Yes. And when you stroked me off by the front door. And when we rowed. When I spanked you. When I encouraged you to suck my cock in the shower.”
Adorable heat flares into her face. “Mason!”
“Calm down.” I press her back onto the seat. “I won’t keep the recordings.”
The look in her eyes says she wants to trust me, but she doesn’t. Because we’re not there yet. And I don’t blame her. I don’t know if I want her to trust me. I certainly don’t trust me.
“You want me to destroy it now?”
She sucks in her lower lip and nods.
“Okay. Seven?”
“ Yes, Mr. S? ”
“Delete audio files from 19.00 today.”
“ Permanently? ”
I look into Keely’s eyes. “Yes, permanently. And turn off audio until I instruct otherwise.”
“ Understood. Deleting files .”
I suck her lower lip into my mouth, then nip it with my teeth. “Happy?”
Her hands wrap around my back and her nails dig in when I transfer my attention to the pulse at her neck and lick it. “Fuck me now. Then I’ll be happy.”
A groan rumbles from my chest. “Take me out, baby. Stroke me with your clever, eager little hands.”
She complies and pushes down my black sweatpants. My eager cock springs into her waiting palms, and she pumps me with unabashed vigor.
“Like this?”
“Yes, just like that.” I take her mouth again, more desperate than I was a second ago.
I can’t think straight. I want to take my time with her, savor her.
But something about Keely drives me wilder, leads me straight to the edge and dangles me over it.
I thicken in her hands, and she gasps against my mouth.
“Fuck me, Mason. Fuck me hard.”
The red haze that washes over me is all-encompassing. Despite having come three times already, my whole body is caught in a tsunami-sized wave of unexpended lust and ready to crash.
Sensation dovetails into my groin. I’m more than ready to drive into her.
I hook one arm beneath her leg and pull it high. “You ready?” I croak.
“Yes. Give it to me, please. Fill me.”
I watch her gold-washed face, absorbing her every reaction as I drive my cock into her. Each sound she makes dials up my eagerness to learn more about what pleases her. I’m heavily invested in giving her what she wants.
Her mouth drops open on a soundless scream as she sucks me into her tight and hot cunt. “God, yes, just like that!”
“Fuck, Keely. Fuck .”
I pull out and surge back in. She shudders beneath me as her back arches and eyes roll. I fuck her harder, faster. I bring my face to hers and drink in her every expression.
I’m a slave to that desperate, slightly crazed look in her eyes, the breathless panting that tells me she can’t get enough of me. I want to fuel it, stoke it so it has no choice but to engulf us both.
Her nails dig into my ass and I give her more. Her delirious pleasure feeds mine and I feel the tightening in my balls.
“God, that feels so good,” she moans.
“Take it, baby. All of it.”
“Yes, yes .”
One hand cups my face, and a part of my brain scrambles backwards at the intimacy. The fight it takes not to pull away cools me down long enough to prolong her pleasure. I slide my hand down her sleek back and tease her puckered hole.
I wait till she breathes out and plunge my finger inside her ass. Her insides clench hard around me. Stars explode across my vision and it’s all I can do to hold on.
“Oh God, I’m coming, Mason. Oh.” Her breath locks in her throat, and she begins to unravel in a series of convulsions that is spectacular to watch.
Her tight sheath milks me, and I feel the detonation from the soles of my feet.
“Shit, I’m there, baby. I’m going to fill you up.”
Her broken cries release me from the precipice, and I plunge into pleasure. My cock throbs with furious spurts as I flood her insides. Her arms welcome me, and we tremble skin to skin.
When we can breathe without panting, I gather her up and climb the stairs to my suite.
Foregoing the shower, we collapse into bed.
“That was amazing. Thank you,” she says in a drowsy voice.
I kiss her forehead but don’t respond. A few minutes later, her sweet, heavy weight tells me she’s fallen asleep.
My gaze fixes on the ceiling, and I ignore the panic flaring through me. I feel raw and exposed and I don’t know how to cover myself up. I try to shut myself off, but the bolt won’t connect.
I remind myself that I have nothing worth salvaging inside so it doesn’t matter if the floodgates tear me wide open.
I remind myself that this is only temporary. Nothing is happening here that won’t right itself when I’m back in Roraima. I breathe deep and open my mind to the dense and wild silence of the Amazon.
All I smell is Keely’s warm body and intoxicating scent.
On the ceiling of my mind, big red numbers count down loudly from ninety-five. When it reaches sixty, I growl Fuck you, close my eyes and bury my face in Keely’s hair.