Chapter 27
Lovelyn
“Stroke yourself. Get your fingers wet,” Kane coaxed me.
I obeyed him, already so turned on from talking to him. It was like he had direct access to my inner desires. I’d never felt like this over any man.
“Show me how soaked they are.”
I raised my glistening hand to the camera.
His expression and deep groan gave me another burst of need, holding at bay any embarrassment I could’ve felt. Kane was in his dark car, the phone light barely picking out his features, but it gave me enough to see him by.
“Suck them clean.”
God. One by one, I licked my fingers while he praised me.
“If I was there, I’d fuck your mouth. You’d take me in deep, wouldn’t ye?”
“I’d love to.”
“Good girl. Climb up from the bed.”
Surprise caught me, but I did as he asked, stepping onto the cool floor.
“Go back to that weapons stash ye found.”
Confused, I opened the wardrobe where I’d examined the tools of his trade. On a plain black cloth, a number of terrifying-looking weapons were laid out.
“I need you to take three things. The grey-handled knife at the end, the gun, and my knuckle-dusters.”
I picked up the knife, which was in a holster, and the smooth, brass knuckle-dusters. “Is the gun loaded?”
“I wouldnae have you touch it if it was. No magazine, and I checked the chamber. Point it at the exterior wall and squeeze. Hear the click?”
Placing the other items on the bed, I returned for the gun. “It’s heavy.”
“Shoot the wall, Lovelyn.”
My heart thumped, but I did as he asked, the gun clicking through the empty chambers. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Then you’re going to love what’s coming next. Get back on the bed, legs spread. Pick up the knife.”
Wariness descended. In a rush, I realised what he wanted me to do. “If you think this is going anywhere near where my fingers were, you’re insane.”
On the screen, Kane watched me. “Possessions are important to ye, aren’t they?
I don’t have much, but the three things you’ve picked up are the closest I have to sentimental items. The first knife I ever bought myself.
My original gun. The knuckle-dusters are the first weapon of any kind I owned and don’t fit anymore. I want them to be used on ye.”
Damn him for how he’d made this personal. It didn’t escape me that he’d gone on a mission and left these behind, which meant he’d replaced them with others. It was so Kane to keep weapons as the only mementoes of his past.
“Fine. But I say how far I go, and I’m only doing this if you agree to something else.”
“Anything.”
“The most basic part of boyfriend training there is. Take me out to dinner. I don’t care if we get food from a restaurant and eat in your car, I want that to happen.”
“A date.”
“A real, honest-to-God date.”
“Then you’ll show me everything you’re doing?”
This was the strangest negotiation ever, and yet it was so us. We both had very different needs, but if we learned how to satisfy each other, we might just work.
“Deal.” I collected the knife and held it by the leather sheath that covered the blade.
For a beat, I stared at his fervent expression and then touched the handle to my core, cool to my hot body.
“Camera down,” he snapped.
“Say please.”
“Please.”
I swallowed and drew my other hand over my body to rest on my propped-up knee, angling the camera to give him the view he so desperately wanted. His black t-shirt covered my belly, but the rest of me was bared to the screen. My thick, dimpled thighs. The space between.
He groaned then swore. “Ye have no idea what ye do to me. My weapon on that beautiful pussy. Rub my knife up and down.”
I did, getting it wet.
“Now ease the handle inside ye. Careful. Protect yourself from the blade.”
“Kane,” I warned.
“Just an inch, baby.”
It was the endearment that did me in. I loved baby as much as flower girl.
Adjusting my position, I fitted the end of the handle to my core and pushed it into me, my body giving way.
I throbbed around the intrusion. To Kane’s urgent encouragement, I fucked myself with it a few times.
A moan slipped from my lips.
“Tell me how it feels,” he asked.
“G-good. But not as good as you.”
“Pull it out. Pick up the knuckle-dusters.”
I dropped the weapon onto the sheets and grabbed the next, taking a peek at the screen. Kane watched with his lips parted. He smiled at the glimpse of my face.
“You’re doing so well. Now put your fingers through the holes and tease your clit.”
I threaded the tool onto my hand, the holes a little big, though it fitted into my fist. It was more narrow and long than the mental image I had of the typical version.
I returned the camera view so he could see me rub it up and down that sensitive bundle of nerves. On each pass, my body was loosening. Getting impossibly wetter. Desperately, I wished he was there so he could play as well.
“What would you do if you walked in the room now?”
Kane exhaled hard. “I’d be on your tits. My mouth, my cock. They’re being neglected, and I bet your nipples are so hard. If I sucked them, I’d probably come over ye.”
“I’d let you.”
“Move your hand faster,” he urged.
I worked the knuckle-dusters into my flesh until I arched my back for the next hit. The game we played had turned me on so quickly, as much from his admiration and words of praise as from what I was doing to myself.
“Push them inside ye.”
I stalled and slid them off my fingers, pressing the rounded edge where he wanted them to go. They were wider than the knife but slipped inside easily a couple of inches. Deeper than the handle had gone.
I tugged them in and out, the smooth edges teasing me where it forced my entrance wider, each bump a thrill.
“I’ve broken bones with those on my fist. I’ve put down arseholes who came at me with the intent to end my life.”
I moaned at the thought.
“All the way in. Make me never forget this fucking incredible sight.”
Heat rushed over me at the devotion in his tone. Slowly, I pressed the knuckle-dusters in deeper and deeper, gasping at the feel when they were in so far my body accepted them completely.
Kane swore and swore again. “Leave them there. Pick up the gun.”
Breathing hard, I collected the last impromptu sex toy, though a warning played out in my mind. “I can’t. I’m scared.”
“What of?”
“Guns kill people.”
“I kill people, baby. Ye put me inside you.”
An urgent laugh fell from my lips. For his viewing pleasure, I stroked myself with the barrel of his gun, the metal cold on my hot flesh.
Kane sucked in a breath. His words became my world.
“Ye like danger. There is no way you’d look twice at me if my violence wasn’t attractive.
It isn’t just the fact that I’d hurt anyone who even glanced at ye wrong.
As much as ye want that protection, there’s something deep inside that gets off on the rush and the risk.
It’s part of who ye are, just the same as me. ”
My breathing hitched as an orgasm neared.
Kane kept going, winding that incredible feeling tighter inside me. “You’re supposed to be the good girl. And ye are. You’re my good girl. But you’re also a risk taker. The thought of me using those weapons is why they’re such a turn-on. My fists, my energy.”
“Yes,” I confessed, my insides tightening and squeezing the brass.
“If I was there now, you’d let me do anything I wanted to your perfect body.”
I couldn’t let that slide. “I don’t have a perfect body.”
“Whoever told ye that will be first to die. You’re a fucking vision. Curvy and filled out to perfection. You’re a walking wet dream. Raise the shirt above your chest.”
With a gasp, I wrenched the t-shirt up, bearing everything. My wobbly belly, my full breasts. Brave from his words, I moved the camera so he could see it all.
Kane let out an awed breath. “Baby, you’re perfect. Your body is incredible. Fucking hell. I’d intended for this just to be you, but I need to come when you do. Lay my knife between your tits.”
A fresh and hard thrill passed over me. I did what he asked and held the camera so it was high enough for him to see as much of me as possible.
“I need to see your face,” I pleaded.
Kane reclined his seat and tugged his t-shirt up, the phone view shifting so I got a glimpse of his ultra-hard dick in his fist, then returning to his eyes.
“You’re beautiful as well,” I said, so breathless I wasn’t sure if he’d hear.
He made a deep sound of pleasure. “My knife between your tits, my knuckle-dusters in your cunt, and the barrel of my gun on your clit. Make yourself come on my weapons, baby. I’ll do the same at just the sight of ye.”
Even with all of the toys, it was his words that tipped me over the edge. I arched back into the pillows and came. Rolling pleasure broke over me, delighting every inch. I throbbed around the knuckle-dusters, and my legs shook. Kane’s groan of need forced my eyes open.
“So fucking perfect. Pull them out. Let me see.”
I reached between my legs and caught the edge of the brass tool, then slowly inched it from me while I still pulsed. Kane’s eyes shuttered then he came, too, the sounds cluing me in as his camera dropped.
Both of us breathed together, then Kane gave a short growl, finding his phone from where he’d dropped it in the dark car.
“Ye have no idea what ye do to me, flower girl.”
I didn’t even have the words to tell him the same applied in reverse. Sprawled on the bed, I cooled. Wishing he was with me so he could hold me.
Then Kane made a sound of annoyance. “For fuck’s sake. Tyler’s calling me. I can’t believe I have to hang up.”
“It’s okay. I need sleep. Please be careful tonight.”
“I’ll talk to ye soon. And Lovelyn? Don’t clean my weapons.”
Then he was gone.