Chapter Thirteen #2
She closed her eyes and prepared for a truly delicious evening. He would eat her pussy and bring her to orgasm four or five times before he gently took her ass. She’d planned it out to perfection.
The crackling sound and then distinct smell of ozone let her know something had gone awry.
She looked up, but he wasn’t in her line of sight. She could see the carefully prepared tray, but it didn’t look like he’d started to use it for anything but a place to lay his leather vest. “Ben? I didn’t ask for a violet wand.”
He came into view, his face alight with pure joy. She had never seen him so open and happy. “I know, babe. But see, it’s been pointed out to me that I’m a lazy Dom. Asking my sub to do all the work for our scenes. Now I might have explained to your sister that you enjoy preparing the scene.”
Oh, shit. Her twin was causing trouble. “Kala is giving you hell. It’s fine, Ben. You’re right. I do enjoy it. I like making sure everything is ready for you, Master.”
He smoothed back her hair with the hand that wasn’t holding the violet wand.
The wand that was right there, and she had no idea what setting it was on.
She had no idea how good he was with a violet wand.
“Oh, sweetie, if Kala talked to me about how I top my sub, I would start a fight club and we might finally be able to work on our issues. I’m not joking.
We have discussed that. We think a couple of hours of punching the shit out of each other might help our relationship, and I happen to know how hard she can punch.
You know, now that I think about it, I should have known the difference between you because of your fighting style. She’s way meaner than you.”
She was a little offended. “I can be mean in a fight, but I didn’t want to fight you. And no, there is no fight club.”
He leaned over slightly and touched the violet wand to her left nipple.
And she damn near came off the bed. It wasn’t like the sucker was on a higher setting. It had been a flutter over her skin, but it was enough. “Ben.”
He sighed as though he’d done something deeply satisfying. “It wasn’t Kala. It was Tash, and she pointed out that you like to top from the bottom and you might like to put it as service when it’s your way of ensuring you know what happens. Well, I would be a bad top to allow this to continue.”
He touched the wand to her right nipple, the sensation sizzling across her skin. Kenzie gasped and held on to the restraints her asshole Master had placed her in knowing she would think he was going to eat her pussy. Liar.
It was kind of sexy.
“Tash might have pointed out that it’s not submission if you’re in control of everything.
” Another sizzle along her skin. He was on the side of the bed, but his stupid long arms and ridiculously tall body treated the queen-size bed like it was a twin.
He didn’t have to struggle to reach her.
“You’re in control of one thing tonight, Kenzie.
Whether or not you say yes, but you’re not going to say no to me.
I’m going to torture this gorgeous body.
I’m going to put my mark all over you, baby, and you’re going to do nothing but ask me for more. ”
The trouble was, he was right. She would never say no to this man.
Even as he started to trace a line of fire down her body.
“I like the violet wand. Don’t you, baby? I can torture the hell out of you at this setting and not leave a mark.”
Kenzie whimpered. She wasn’t sure if she was whimpering about the fire that skittered over her skin or the idea that he wouldn’t mark her. She loved it. Loved the bite marks and where he sucked her skin it bloomed like a little tattoo, proof of how primal he could be when it came to her.
“But don’t worry.” He moved to the end of the bed, taking one of her legs in his hand and settling it on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly and gave her calf a hard nip. “I know how much you like a bite.”
She let out a strangled scream because the pain flared and then became heat pooling between her thighs. Ben nibbled his way down her leg even as that fucking wand found her nipples again.
He was killing her. He didn’t let up. Between the sharp nips to her skin and the electricity lighting up her nipples, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the next sensation. Time seemed to bend on itself as Ben worked her over thoroughly.
When he touched her pussy with that fucking wand, her back bowed as she came. She was thankful for the restraints because she needed something to hold onto. Pleasure swamped her senses as she gritted her teeth and rode the wave.
Ben was smiling when he placed the wand on the tray she’d prepared and he seemed intent on not using.
“You’re so wet, baby. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.
” He dropped to his knees and before she’d had a chance to catch her breath, his tongue dove deep, mouth covering her pussy with a heat that threatened to singe her soul.
This was what she’d been waiting for. She felt possessed by him, loved by him. Tonight they connected on a level she’d never felt before.
“Turn me over,” she whispered. It would be easier for him.
He stared down at her. “And miss looking at your face? No, Kenzie. This is going to be my way. All the way.” He released her, unbinding her with a practiced hand, and then he eased a pillow under her lower back, opening her further to him. “And I want to feel your hands on me.”
She was more than ready when she felt his fingers rimming her asshole, rubbing the lube in. Her breath caught because he wasn’t going to use a plug this time.
Her body softened in submission. This was what she’d dreamed of since the moment she’d understood what sex was. She wanted this communion with the man she loved, with the man she could build a life with.
He was here now. With her. And there was no going back.
She gasped as he loomed over her, and she felt that big dick start to breach her.
Pressure but no pain. She bit her bottom lip as he gently worked his way in, little thrusts back and forth, opening her up in short passes.
And then he was inside her. She forced herself to breathe. She was too full. He was too big. She clutched him, letting her nails sink into his skin because she knew he liked to have her mark on him, too.
“You feel so good. I hope you like this because I can’t believe how good this is.” His jaw was tight, his face a mask of pure desire.
He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She tilted her pelvis up, taking him deeper.
Then he pulled back, his cock stroking her in a way she’d never felt before. Kenzie cried out, her whole body in tune with his, every nerve ending lighting with pleasure.
She felt their connection like she could feel the pleasure coming from his own body. He fucked her with ruthless precision, his hands on her hips, holding her still while he took and gave and connected them.
It seemed endless, this place she found with him. Endless and over far too soon since her body was already primed for pleasure. The orgasm felt cataclysmic.
Ben’s hands clenched around her as he came, filling her with warmth and life, and he was smiling as he fell down on the bed beside her.
He chuckled and helped her move up on the bed. “Give me a second and I’ll get you under those covers.”
“I love you so much.” The words were out of her mouth before she could think to call them back.
Ben went still, and she felt him tense.
Well, she’d known he probably wasn’t ready.
His cell phone buzzed in the now-awkward silence, and Ben rolled off the bed like it was an oven that would burn him. He went to the bathroom, and she heard the sink turn on. The cell kept buzzing.
Kenzie knew her perfect night was over.
* * * *
She’d said she loved him.
Ben left the bathroom after cleaning up. He walked over and picked up his cell, looking at the phone in his hand like it was a life jacket someone had thrown to him. Because those three words from her hit him like a bomb exploding.
His body buzzed with the pleasure she’d given him. Everything. She’d given him everything, including three words he wasn’t sure he could say back.
He wasn’t sure he was capable of loving anyone. He wasn’t sure it was safe for him to love anyone. Anyone he loved, Manny would come after, and it could put Kenzie and her twin in serious danger.
He cared about her. More than anything in the world. But love. He didn’t like the word.
“Are you going to answer that?” All the sweet passion was out of Kenzie’s tone. Her face had gone a careful blank, and she was reaching for her robe.
He’d absolutely seen her like this before. When she was unsure, she could put up a hell of a front.
No. He shouldn’t answer. He should talk this out with her. He slid his phone back on the side table. “Kenzie, I care about you.”
Her lips turned up, and if he didn’t know better, he would think she was fine. But her eyes lacked the sparkle they always had when she looked at him.
He’d never realized how good it felt when she looked at him like he was the sun in the sky.
“Good. I care about you, too,” she replied, her voice carefully controlled. “I’m going to head to the locker room and get dressed.”
“I thought we were meeting Kala and Cooper for drinks.”
“I think I’m going to make it an early night.” She chuckled, though it was all performative. He knew the sound of her laughter, and this was tinged with bitterness. “I think sitting on anything that’s not a bag of something frozen would be a mistake.”
“Did I hurt you?” He thought he’d been careful. He’d insisted on preparation. Should he have taken longer?
When he tried to reach for her, she turned away. “I’m fine. I’m sore but fine. It’s been a long week. I think I’ll get some sleep.”
Fuck. He’d fucked it all up. His phone went quiet. All the intimacy of moments before now felt awkward, and he had to find a way to save this. “Kenzie, those words are kind of loaded for me.”