Chapter 17
Bella
He takes my ankle and pulls me down so I’m lying flat on the bed. I squeak.
Inside, I’m screaming in delight. HERE WE GOOOOOO!
I expect him to rip off my clothes—that’s why I didn’t strip like he told me to—but he simply rests his hand on my front. Not on my breasts, but higher, at my collarbone. His hand spans almost from shoulder to shoulder, and I relax.
He slides his hand up, collaring my neck with a thumb and forefinger. He pauses there, and I shiver. It’s crazy to be so intimate with someone like this. To have them so close to you. Knowing soon they’ll be inside you. A thousand books don’t do it justice.
He looks thoughtful, too, as if he’s deciding what to do with me. I would tell him to hurry up, but… I’m already in trouble. I need to know what I’m in for. All the submissive blogs tell you not to “write checks your ass can’t cash.”
Kaiser sets his thumb at my mouth and rubs my lower lip. He’s staring at my mouth. Does he want to kiss me?
I stare up at him, an ache building between my legs. I feel a pull to him, a yearning, like I’m one half of a magnet drawn to him. I need to move to him, and I won’t rest until we fit together.
He’s still toying with my mouth. I keep expecting him to thrust his fingers between my lips, silencing me, but he seems fascinated by the shape of my lips. Their softness. He’s lost in thought, mesmerized.
I told him no kissing. Now all I can think of is how I’ll feel when he breaks that rule.
When he pulls me up by the back of my neck, I feel relief. I love how he manhandles me and tells me what to do. I don’t have to think anymore. I don’t have to think about the harsh way my father spoke to me. How he’ll always judge me.
How awful that makes me feel.
When Kaiser tilts my head and runs his lips down the side of my neck, I’m Delilah, swooning in her lover’s arms. I’m as beautiful as a Valkyrie or Luna, the werewolf queen.
Tonight I want to lose myself. Be someone desirable and strong, untouched by my raging feelings. Someone worthy of love and attention.
He grips the back of my neck, holding me like a naughty kitten. His hand massages the tense muscles, and it feels amazing. He knows just how to touch me. How does he always know?
He kisses from shoulder to ear, sucking on my skin hard enough to leave a mark.
He didn’t shave this morning, and the golden bristles on his jaw chafe me in the most delicious way.
I’m trembling now, my nipples aching where they press against the bodice of this dress.
Emotions move through me, a tidal wave ready to sweep me away.
Scary and wonderful. I’ve always felt things too strongly, but with Kaiser holding me tight, I’ll be safe.
I can feel everything, and he’ll hold me together—or pick up the pieces if I shatter.
His teeth graze my shoulder, and I cry out. He hums deep in his throat, a rumbling growl, and I shudder.
“This is what happens when you tease me,” he murmurs against my skin.
“You need to be ready to face the consequences.”
You never think of the consequences— I banish my father’s voice.
“Okay, Daddy,” I say, to test it.
Instantly, Kaiser jerks his head up. “No,” he says.
My neck feels cold without his mouth on it. “No? You don’t like that?”
“No.” He’s serious. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your dad.”
“You know I don’t mean actual father, right?”
His nostrils flare, and he shakes his head. This is a boundary.
I remember what Father Francis told me today. Kaiser has baggage, some childhood trauma. Maybe something happened to him when he was a kid or to someone he knew. The thought makes my stomach cramp. I swallow against the bile filling the back of my throat.
He’s still holding me. He hasn’t fully pulled away.
“Okay,” I tell him softly, really meaning it so he knows I won’t cross that boundary again. He’s safe with me. “I’ll never say it again.”
He nods, an upward kick of his jaw, but I feel it like a heartfelt thank you.
After a moment, he returns to kissing me. He drags his lips over the wing of my collarbone, and I gasp. My breasts tingle, knowing he’s so close to putting his mouth on them. This is my reward for respecting him, and I love it.
It’s too much, but I love it. I want him to kiss me forever. It’s probably releasing oxytocin and therefore dangerous, but I don’t care.
I reach up and push a lock of hair out of his face. Just to touch him. Just to make sure he’s real. He doesn’t seem to notice I’m touching him.
“Kaiser,” I whisper.
A shudder rocks his body. His gaze snaps to mine, predatory. There’s nothing human in there. He draws back out of reach and fists his hand in my hair, hard enough to make it sting. I cry out, and it seems to excite him.
“Mine.”
He grabs the lapels of my cute little dress and rips it down the front.
Yes! My limbs jerk as he shreds it further, pulling the pieces of fabric off of me.
Then he maneuvers me so I’m lying on my back with my legs off the bed.
His hands caress my body. He touches me like he owns me, and in this moment, he does.
“This is what happens when you disobey me,” he says.
A frisson of fear runs through me. What is he going to do?
He moves so he’s leaning over me, sets his hands on the tops of my thighs, and massages the muscles there. He digs his thumbs into the tender crease. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make me sigh with the tension he’s wringing out of my body.
Then he puts his hand on my belly, pulling the skin taut, and licks between my legs.
I try to shoot up off the bed, but he won’t let me.
He slings my legs over his shoulders, lifting my bottom so I’m helpless to move.
I can only watch him fasten his mouth on me.
His tongue starts probing right away, tasting me deeply.
It’s so fucked up, how he’s eating me like I taste delicious.
His stubble scrapes against my tender skin, but the burn rolls into blissful sensations, making the pleasure more complex.
His hand squeezes my bottom, and I stare into his ocean eyes.
Suddenly, I’m laughing. “This is my punishment?”
His eyes narrow. His finger presses between my bottom cheeks. Oh gods, there are nerve endings there I’ve never felt. It’s so wrong. Lighting shoots through me. His tongue lashes my clit.
He pulls away.
“No!”
“You’re right.” He wipes his mouth and licks the wetness from the back of his hand. “You’re enjoying this too much.” Oh fuck me.
He leaves the bed to grab supplies from his black bag. The duffel bag of doom.
“I thought we were going to do page 269.”
“Later. I need to train you first.” He holds up a black matte toy. “Train you to take me.”
My whimper must sound frightened because he sits down beside me and pets my thigh. “Easy. I’ll make it good for you.”
A few minutes later, he has my hands bound in front of me with hot pink rope. He wound rope around my shoulders, too, in a sort of harness that frames my breasts. But that’s not as alarming as having my hands tied. I feel so helpless. It makes my heart speed faster.
He lays me back and I test the ropes. There’s no give. They’re snug.
There’s no getting away now.
When I squirm, he swats my thigh. I suck in a breath. It didn’t really hurt, just stung me. Surprised me. But I felt a responding pulse in my pussy.
He notices my reaction and slowly moves his hand to check between my legs. No, no, no. His eyes flicker when he feels how wet I am.
“Interesting. You liked that.”
“No—”
“Shhh.” He sets two fingers to my mouth. “No talking now. Thump your fists down three times if you want to safeword.” He pushes a ball gag into my mouth and buckles it behind my head. I’m tied up and can’t fight him or yell at him.
“I wonder if you’d like a little more.” He pinches my nipples, opens the wooden box, and holds up a wicked-looking piece of metal. “Nipple clamps. Let’s see how well you take them.”
Oh no. Now he’s made it into a challenge, and I want to take them for him.
Until he lets one bite my nipple. I jerk a little, grunting behind the gag.
“Really? These are the easiest ones.” His voice is so gentle, it’s its own form of torture.
He’s being mean to me while pretending to be nice to me?
“Meanie,” I try to say, but it’s muffled by the gag.
He clamps my other nipple.
“Breathe.”
I pant through the sting. Okay, it’s not so bad. The sting fades, and now my nipples are held as snug as my torso. It’s nice.
He prepares a dildo shaped toy, slathering it with lube. Then he nudges the flared head of the toy at my entrance. Not pressing in yet but testing the boundary.
I tense up.
“Relax. I know you’re tight. You’ve never had anyone play with you here?”
I shake my head. The few teenage boys I met when I was in high school seemed so immature. So disappointing. I tried, but I never felt attracted to them. If I had bothered to fool around, I would’ve hooked up with a girl.
But I preferred to lie in bed and fantasize about Viking werewolves.
“It’s okay, little virgin. I’ll be gentle.”
The toy vibrates against my clit. He lets it buzz around my opening, awakening the nerve endings there. It feels so good. “You like that?”
I nod.
“Good girl.” He’s praising me for answering him, and I could come from that alone. He doesn’t really punish me. He finds what I like and does it, then asks me to obey and praises me when I do. He’s good at this training thing.
It makes me worry about what he has planned for me.
But I’m not worried enough to keep from rocking against the vibrator.
“Should I let you come? Do you think you’ve earned it?” I use my eyes to plead with him.
“Can you take this? Just a little?” He turns off the vibration and presses the toy into me a centimeter at a time. It slips inside me, stretching me a little, but it’s a nice stretch.
“That’s it. You take it so well. You’re going to take me like this. Soon. Would you like that?”