Chapter 21
Leilani
“Good morning,” Koby purrs in the shell of my ear, his voice rough from sleep.
His arm lays heavy across my waist, fingers splayed possessively over my bare skin. We didn’t bother getting dressed last night and I’m reaping the perks as I stretch, feeling his hard length nestled in the curve of my ass.
“Good indeed,” I whisper, pushing further into him and earning a low, guttural groan. I’ll never get used to how sexy the sounds he makes are. “How did you know I was awake?”
His hand leaves my waist, drags slowly over my hip, and settles there to hold me still as his cock glides between my ass cheeks. He lowers his mouth to my neck, lips brushing the quick flutter of my pulse. “Your breathing changed.”
“It’s about to change again.” I sigh, arching back when he cups my breast, rolling my nipple between two fingers. The friction ignites a fresh wave of heat low in my belly.
“Don’t move.” He stamps an open-mouthed kiss below my ear. “I want you just like this.”
“I might not be much fun if I can’t move, Mr. Maddox.”
He huffs a quiet, dark laugh and the fine hairs on my neck rise to attention. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His hand leaves my breast, slowly skimming lower. So fucking slowly. By the time his fingers slip between my thighs, I’m holding my breath, fighting the urge to grind down against them.
“Fuck, hellcat...” Another groan vibrates his chest as he parts my pussy, stroking over my slick entrance. “So ready for me.”
“I missed you.”
He smiles against my shoulder, his cock stroking my ass cheeks with more and more intent. “Missed me? I fucked you twice last night. You slept in my arms for hours.”
“So?”
“Greedy girl,” he chides, the words laced with amusement and feral need.
He shifts, nudging my leg forward until I’m twisted half on my side, half on my stomach.
“I want you nice and slow this morning.” He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his thick cock pressing against me. “Is that okay?”
“Nice and slow,” I echo, nuzzling my face into the pillow.
“That’s it... don’t move, let me have it my way.” He slides inside me from behind, one inch at a time. His lips trail along my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Sore?”
“Not as much as I’d like to be.”
He thrusts deep but smooth, filling me up in a lulling tempo. I think his goal this morning is to drag me through every ounce of sensation. I try pushing back into him, but he presses me down, his body blanketing mine, heavy and hot.
“I said don’t move, baby,” he whispers, kissing the nape of my neck. “Close your eyes. Maybe you can fall asleep again.”
A jolt of arousal tingles low in my belly at the thought. It summons a short clip of Koby taking me while I sleep, using my body for his pleasure whenever and however he damn well pleases.
“You like the idea, don’t you?” His hand slips beneath me, fingers circling my clit in lazy strokes. “Want me to wake you up with my cock next time?”
His tempo shifts and he fucks me a little faster, a little harder, a clear sign he loves the fantasy as much as I do.
“Yes, please,” I moan, twisting my fingers into the sheets. “Can you... harder, Koby?”
“No. Nice and slow,” he repeats, though his resolve’s wavering if the increased urgency of his movements is anything to go by.
Frustration clogs my throat. The slow pace, divine as it is, is torturous.
It winds me tighter, but keeps the release out of my reach.
It’s too careful, too measured, like he’s testing how long I’ll last before desire sends me into a frenzy.
I push my ass up, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more.
Gritting my teeth, I pant against the pillow. “Just a little more. Please, Koby. I don’t think I can come like this.”
He stills for a heartbeat, then snaps forward hard enough to tear a gasping moan out of me.
“We can’t have that, can we?” The next thrust is the same. Deep, brutal, shaking the bed beneath us. “Nice, slow, and hard.”
Every next thrust knocks the breath out of my chest.
“God, yes!” I gasp. “You’re so good at this.”
His fingers on my clit change pace, swirling faster, and pleasure lances up my spine.
“Are you close, baby? I feel you clenching around me.”
I whimper, nodding along, coherent words lost while his thrusts send me rushing toward the edge.
“That’s it,” he urges, picking up pace, the slap of skin against skin, my gasps and his groans filling the room. “I want to feel that sweet pussy milk my cock, hellcat.”
His fingers twirl quicker again, and my hips work too, arching back despite his weight pinning me beneath him.
“So fucking greedy,” he rasps, nice and slow long forgotten. “I wanted soft, sweet, but you don’t like soft, do you? You want a sore pussy. You want to feel me all day.” He slaps my clit hard enough to jolt my senses. “Come, Leilani. Fucking go.”
The orgasm tears me apart on cue. I bow off the bed, mouth open, incoherent moans filling the room. My vision whites out and every nerve fires at once. Koby doesn’t slow down, pushing into me faster, his fingers sinking into my skin deeper, his groans growing louder and hotter against my shoulder.
“There you go, so fucking perfect.” His hips stutter as he collapses over my back, chasing me over the edge.
He pumps in a few more times and a guttural curse tears out of him as he empties inside me.
“Best morning ever,” I sigh, eyes falling shut.
“That it is.” He pulls out, the slow drag of his cock making me whimper. He inches away, and spreads my ass cheeks, watching his warm cum spill out between my thighs. “Best view ever,” he says, pressing a kiss to my spine. “Stay still. I’ll clean you up.”
The words shatter the moment faster than a bucket of ice water tipped over my head ever could. My stomach clenches, chest tightens, and before I can stop and think, I bolt upright, a ball of frustration flaring behind my ribs.
“No you fucking won’t,” I snap as he follows me out of bed.
My words come out sharp but the panic behind them rings louder. I shove him out of the way, and he stumbles back, surprise marring his features.
“Shit... sorry, I—” I begin.
“I know, hellcat,” he interrupts. “It’s okay. My bad. You told me last night I can’t do that for you. I forgot.”
I step closer, pressing my cheek against his chest, inhaling the salt and heat of him, hands draping over his neck. “At least I didn’t punch you this time.”
He chuckles. “Too bad. My bruises are fading. What will the guys have to mock me about if you stop throwing fists at me?”
“You’re a complicated man.”
“And you’re a complicated woman.” He pats my bare ass, then pecks my temple. “Go take a bath. I’ll shower in the guest bathroom. Anton will be calling in an hour.”
He disappears through the door, stark naked, his half-limp cock slapping against his thighs.
The man is a menace. Absolute menace.
And I can’t stop staring.
***
I hate this feeling, like I’m wading through thick fog that clings to my skin and seeps into my lungs.
Anton’s words bounce around my head long after the call’s ended, poisoning every brain cell until I can’t tell which thoughts are mine and which are tainted by his influence.
I sit on the couch, blinking almost in slow motion while trying to snap out of the spell Anton’s voice lulled me into. My body feels foreign, so fucking sluggish.
“Leilani.”
Koby crouches before me, his face level with mine, big hands on my knees, half-covered by the lace hem of my dress. I follow the fabric, the row of small buttons running along the front...
“I need to change,” I whisper, rubbing the back of my neck, then my throat.
Anton’s leash might be gone, but a phantom collar remains.
Koby straightens, stepping aside without a word as I rush past him, out to the guest bathroom.
Closing the door behind me, I press my back against the cold tiles, my chest heaving. Anton’s voice still echoes, my own thoughts tangling, struggling to break free.
My fingers shake as I tear the ribbons out of my hair, watching them pile around my bare feet. The paralyzing helplessness claws up my throat until I choke on it.
The dress feels sewn onto my skin, every button resisting when I try undoing them. I tug and yank and tug again, growing more desperate to just get it off. My pulse soars when one pops off, skittering across the floor. That’s not good. I ruined it.
Koby raps his knuckles against the door but doesn’t wait for an invitation. The door swings open, and he steps in, eyes seeking mine, the warmth and worry in them settling my nerves.
He comes closer, slowly, as if approaching a rabid animal. I don’t blame him. Our track record proves I can switch into a wild beast faster than either of us can comprehend.
And right now I’m a cocktail of unpredictable emotions. Rage and shame mix with fear, humiliation, and I’m not sure what I’ll do next. I feel crazy. Out of my body with anger at Anton’s enduring power over me. I’m barely holding the pieces of my scattered psyche together.
“Come here.” Koby holds his hand out.
I don’t hesitate, flinging myself into his arms. His scent hits me first. A mix of cologne and shower gel that works like sobering salts, anchoring me in the right mindset.
“You’re okay,” he says, one hand smoothing down my spine, the other cradling the back of my head. “He’s not here.”
“I hate it... I hate how he makes me feel. So lost. So confused. Like I’m still there. Nothing but a shell.”
“You’re with me, hellcat. You’re not going back.” He threads his fingers through my hair, untangling the last traces of the half-up, half-down updo. I close my eyes, allowing his affection to wash away the lingering vulnerability.
The trembling eases, little by little, and soon, I stand on my own... even while the dress is still suffocating me. I step back to strip out of it, no longer concerned about ripping more buttons.
Koby leans against the wall, watching me throw the offensive garment into the hamper and pull his hoodie over my head. It’s too big, swallowing me whole, but somehow that makes it better. I could disappear inside it if I needed to.
He’s watching, a vein ticking at his temple, but I don’t think he sees me. He’s lost in thoughts, jaw set tight, eyebrows pinched.
I try seeing myself through his eyes and I don’t like it one bit.
Rage fits aside, Koby only knows the fragments I’ve given him about my time with Anton. The grooming. My autonomy slipping away. The helplessness and how fragile he made me...
But that’s not all there was.
I wasn’t passive the whole time. I didn’t blindly follow every command. Koby doesn’t know I fought. He has no idea I clung to everything that makes me me. I bet he thinks I’m a damsel in distress, but the truth is much darker. I never told him how I learned obedience in the most painful way.
Rising on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his. “Story time?”