49. Forty-nine Freya
Forty-nine: Freya
A laugh bubbled up my throat as I almost kicked Kaleb in the face, his fingers still skating against my heels. I dragged myself off the couch, my throat burning from my squealing. “Don’t tickle my feet, you psycho.”
He grinned at me, his shirtless form splayed out on the couch, looking god-like as always. I’d been staying at his apartment the past couple of days, and we both had today off. I’d made us breakfast while he worked out, and he’d showered and thrown on some grey sweatpants—a hell of a contender for my favourite outfit of his.
“Okay, no more tickling.” Kaleb held his hands up defensively. “Get the lotion from my room, and I promise I’ll actually rub them this time.”
I narrowed my eyes into slits and stalked into his bedroom, grabbing my bottle of strawberry-scented body lotion that sat on top of his chest, but before I could turn to exit, a glint of metal in the corner of the room caught my attention.
Handcuffs hung limply over the back of his desk chair.
Kaleb was a cop, so it made sense that he had them, but I’d never seen a pair in person before. I jostled them in my hands, and a mischievous thought popped into my head, causing me to grin. Stuffing them into my back pocket, I waltzed into the living room and stopped in front of Kaleb.
“Why are you smiling like that?” he questioned cautiously, and I shrugged, moving to stand in between his legs. I placed my palms on his shoulders, rubbing softly.
“I want to give you a massage,” I lied, trying to hold back my smile when Kaleb groaned in bliss as my hands kneaded his muscles. Once I noticed he’d closed his eyes in contentment, I took the handcuffs from my pocket and slapped one around his wrist.
“What are you—“ He watched me with furrowed brows as I encased his other wrist in the metal, stepping back and laughing.
“That’s for tickling my feet,” I said as Kaleb stood, and he huffed at me, wiggling his hands in frustration. “Maybe I’ll just go and take a nice warm bath and leave you like this.”
My teasing wasn’t appreciated, and he pursed his lips, his eyes dangerous. However, I couldn’t help but notice the obvious bulge in his sweatpants, and my heart fluttered, my arousal blossoming.
At one point in time, it had been almost impossible for him and me to keep our hands off one another, and I missed that greed we possessed. It was still there but rooted deep within my body, struggling to force its way through the anguish and worry filling my muscles and cartilage.
“I won’t be very happy to be left like this, sweetheart,” Kaleb warned, his form towering over me, causing me to gulp. My eyes lowered to his hard cock again, and before I knew what I was doing, I dropped down to my knees in front of him. My hands found their way to the waistband of his sweatpants, and I dipped my fingers in, studying Kaleb’s facial expression.
He looked uncertain and tilted his head at me, silently asking if this was what I wanted. I didn’t even need to answer him, though. My blushed face and hazy eyes were enough to give me away. That, and the fact that I was tightly squeezing my legs together in an attempt to stop the throbbing of my pussy from flourishing. I hadn’t been this turned on in a very long time.
Releasing a pent-up breath, Kaleb craned his neck back and cursed under his breath; his hands balled into fists.
I pulled his dick free and shuffled his sweatpants down his legs, leaning forward to stroke the tip of his cock a few times with my tongue. Months of built-up frustration was scratching at me from the inside, desperate to escape, and although my inner demons were lingering at the back of my head, eager to take control, I shooed them away.
They would not ruin this for me. This was my life. My body. My mind. They couldn’t control me.
“Freya,” Kaleb groaned as I took most of him in my mouth. “Holy fuck, baby.” He began to move his hips slowly, gently thrusting into my mouth, his dick hitting the back of my throat.
I gazed up, and I could see the irritation lingering in his eyes as he glared down at the handcuffs, causing me almost to laugh.
“I’ve missed those lips wrapped around me,” he said. “You’re so fucking good at taking all of it. That’s it, keep fucking taking me.”
The praise caused me to moan, and I sucked harder and faster, my free hand gripping the base of his dick to keep it still. Kaleb’s thrusts soon became rougher, and I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, the room filled with his moans and grunts.
“Look at me with those gorgeous eyes.” Kaleb cursed loudly, his jaw twitching as he dragged his bottom lip into his mouth.
Pleasuring someone had never felt so good, but all I wanted to do was please Kaleb. Fuck, just watching him fend off his orgasm drove me wild.
His thighs shook, and the jangling of the metal handcuffs above my head caused my stomach to tighten in humour. Teasing this man was my favourite pastime.
My mouth was soon filled with hot cum, and I gulped it down, the liquid salty. I dipped my fingers down into my sweatpants, finding my clit. However, Kaleb pulled out of my mouth, tutting, crouching down in front of me.
“Let me see that pretty pussy of yours, Freya.” He nodded to the fabric, and I slowly yanked my bottoms off, throwing them behind me. My legs parted on their own accord, and I leaned back on my forearms, giving Kaleb a perfect view. I breathed heavily as he studied me, his gaze settling on my slick thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”
His fingers were gentle as they caressed me, swirling over my wetness, his touch so delicate I could barely feel it. It only made me want him more, though.
“I need it Kaleb, please.”
He arched a brow. “Hmm? What do you need?”
I growled in frustration. “I need you to make me cum.”
“Have we forgotten our manners today?”
“I need you to make me cum. Please,” I said between gritted teeth, although, I secretly fucking loved it.
“Good girl.” Kaleb wasted no time dipping his head down, licking up my wetness before sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it menacingly. His teeth scraped against it, and I yelped, feeling him smirk against my skin.
“Fuck, Kaleb, don't stop. I need more.”
He sucked me until I was a heaving mess, and I gripped onto his shoulders as if trying to pull him impossibly closer.
“If you let me out of these handcuffs, I’d be able to make you feel even better.”
My teeth instinctively dragged my bottom lip into my mouth as I smiled, shaking my head. “No can do, Mr Evans.”
The nickname seemed to spark something inside of Kaleb, and he grunted, a low growl emitting from his chest before he licked me like there was no tomorrow. My muscles were so tense they were cramping up, but pain had never felt so good. So warm. So inviting. My tits bounced as I gyrated against Kaleb's face, desperate for more. My body jolted, and a shrill scream of pleasure bounced off the walls of the apartment as I came undone, my toes curling. “Oh my fuck,” I moaned, my nails scraping at the carpeted floor as I clamped my eyes shut, euphoria wracking my entire being. I felt as if I’d been hauled to an entirely different planet, my mind cloudy and vision blurry.
But after a few minutes of heavy breathing, my moans having fizzled out, Kaleb peppered kisses down the inside of my sweaty thigh. “Now that you’ve come back down to Earth, get me out of these damn handcuffs, Freya.”
His request caused a hearty laugh to escape my mouth, and I pushed myself up into a sitting position to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.
“It’s great to actually see you smile, Freya,” my therapist told me, offering me one of her own. She placed her clipboard down in front of her. “Now tell me, what about your old self is it that you miss?”
I twiddled my thumbs. “I was always so sure that I was a decent person, but ever since the incident, I’ve had doubt. It’s slowly disappearing, but I’m worried that I’ll never be able to get back to the person I used to be.”
She hummed. “Well, what if you could merge the old version of yourself with the new version of yourself? Both the old you and you now possess excellent qualities, and I believe it would be a shame to lose what you’ve learned since the incident.”
I scrunched up my brows. I’d never thought of it that way. Since being kidnapped, I’d noticed I was much more sensitive, but perhaps that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It had been a habit of mine to pretend I was okay, even when I wasn’t, but I was slowly allowing myself to open up to others.
“Maybe you’re actually more in touch with your emotions now? The confidence will come with time, but you seem more honest about everything—not only with what happened to you with your kidnapping but also with your parents’ divorce and the assault you suffered at the hands of a boy from college.”
My therapist and I had dug deeper into my past. In the beginning, I hadn’t been overly willing to talk about it, claiming they weren't the reasons for my need for therapy. But now, looking back at it, I realised that I’d allowed everything to build until I was smothered. The situation with Will had been the final straw that had thrown me off the cliff’s edge.
“I understand it’s hard, but if we can begin looking at the positives regarding the situation, healing will become much easier for you. Even if you still focus on the negatives, just accepting that there are some positives will allow you to accept your past.”
I left the session with a skip in my step, feeling relatively positive, and when I felt my phone buzz inside my pocket, I pulled it out and beamed down at the text from Kaleb.
No way.