Chapter 16 #2
She laughs, the sound light and airy as she backs me toward the bed. She’s wearing a mask similar to the one at the party that night, only this one is black, and her lips are painted bright red. “You should see your face.”
More giggles from her.
This isn’t funny at all. She doesn’t know what she’s started. If any of the guards so much as look at her, I’ll make them disappear.
“Relax,” she says, pressing the gun into my chest. I reluctantly sit on the edge of the bed. “You’re too tense.”
She trails the gun across my collarbone and higher, over my Adam’s apple, then tips my chin. “I never spoke to your guards.”
I relax a fraction, even though I’m still itching to bend her over my knee and spank her silly.
“Where were you today?” I ask, my voice husky and raw, almost croaky.
“I was around.”
A cryptic fucking answer if there ever was one. This girl is determined to drive me insane.
I grit my teeth as she uses the gun to brush strands of hair from my brow.
“What to do with you?” she asks, gasping when I grab her hips. I’m naked. She’s not. The power dynamic between us makes my eye twitch and my cock hard.
“You could always suck me,” I suggest, if only to claw back the upper hand.
She smiles, trapping her lip between her teeth before fisting my hair at the back of my head and yanking it back. The dark look in her eyes is insanely hot as she taps my lips with the gun.
“Shut up, or we’ll have to make better use of this mouth,” she says.
Is that supposed to be a threat? I’d happily eat her pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
She backs away, slipping off her hoodie and mask before dropping them to the floor. She isn’t wearing a bra, and my eyes nearly bug out when she steps between my thighs again.
“Remove my leggings,” she instructs, tracing my upper lip with the weapon.
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. My fingers hook into her leggings and panties, and when I yank them down her legs, she gasps, her breathing coming faster.
“What now, beautiful? Lick you?” I lean in, ready to devour her, but she presses the gun hard into my forehead, leaving an imprint, then shoves me away.
“Not so fast, pretty boy. I’m in charge here, and you don’t get to taste this pussy unless I say so.”
It’s right there, so close I can smell her arousal. Why torture us both?
With a smile that makes my shaft tingle, she lifts her foot onto the bed and parts her pussy lips with two fingers. She’s glistening, swollen and pink, fucking delicious, but it’s her clit that makes my mouth water. I want to suck on it, flick it with my tongue.
“You can look,” she says, watching me watch her pussy, “but you can’t touch.”
“Baby,” I warn, gripping my shaft and pumping the length. “You’re not playing fair.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me.” She strokes her clit, circling it slowly before pressing her pointer and middle fingers inside herself.
I almost come on the spot. My hips stutter, and my balls tighten at the sight of her, especially when she slips her glistening fingers out and sucks them clean. I’ve never seen anything so sexy as the sight of her taunting me while also pressing the gun to my head.
“It feels so good,” she says around a moan as she circles her clit again.
“Let me taste.” How much do I need to beg? Because I will. I’ll fall to my knees for her if she wants me to. Her pussy is swollen and pink, and I want to bury my tongue so deep that she grinds her clit on my nose.
Instead of answering, she pushes two fingers inside herself, her lashes fluttering as she begins to pump. I stroke my dick faster, the hard shaft aching in my grip. I could come right now, but I won’t give her the satisfaction.
“Baby,” I say, breathless.
She’s so wet I can hear it as she moans and fucks herself harder.
“Let me taste you, or I’ll flip you over and take it.”
“I’m the one with the weapon—”
Before she can finish the sentence, I’ve disarmed her and thrown her belly-down on the bed.
She yelps and tries to fight, wriggling her little body.
It’s adorable that she thinks she can escape my clutches.
What did she think would happen when she broke into the lion’s den?
She’s not going anywhere, not until she’s painted in cum and bruises.
I secure her hands over her head and retrieve the handcuffs from my nightstand.
“What are you doing?” She struggles against the restraints as I secure her wrists to the headboard. “What the hell, Kane?”
“The lady doth protest too much.” I collect her panties from the floor, stuffing them into her mouth. She jerks her head away, so I force the lace past her lips until it muffles her screams.
“When will you learn, baby?” I gather her hair at the back of her head. Her nostrils flare as I pull hard. “You’ll need a bigger weapon than a gun.”
I shove her head back down and wedge a few pillows beneath her hips, lifting her ass high. When I land a hard slap against her skin, she squeals and strains against the cuffs, metal clanking loudly. She’ll learn soon enough that she isn’t going anywhere until I’m done with her.
“Such a pretty ass.” I smack her again, another hard whack that makes the pale globe wobble. This time she screams, so I strike the other cheek for good measure.
“I bet it tastes just as good.”
I bury my face in her ass. She wriggles to get away, so I grip her hips and keep lapping viciously at her back hole.
Soon she trembles and moans. When her pussy creams, I lap that up too, groaning at her delicious taste.
“You’re such a fucking treat.” I push my tongue past her tight ring of muscle.
She stiffens at first, then melts as I drive my tongue in and out of her, her hips bruising beneath my grip, so small in my hands.
Everything about her is petite and defenseless. I’m a beast compared to her, and she’s my little rabbit, one who apparently likes having her ass eaten.
What a pleasant surprise.
I rip my face away and press two fingers into her back hole.
She’s too tight.
Her muscles clamp down, and she holds her breath. I grit my teeth, letting out a grunt because fuck me, I want to claim that tight hole of hers.
Kneeling behind her, I bury my fingers deeper when she finally breathes hard through her nose. Tears cling to her wispy lashes, a flush blooming across her cheeks. She’s fucking beautiful.
And mine.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
She nods as I slide my fingers to the knuckles, then drive them in deep once more.
“Good.”
She whimpers as I begin to thrust, stretching her hole, forcing her open. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? Taking my fingers like a good girl.”
Sweat beads on my chest when I slip my fingers free and slap my cock over her stretched hole. Once, twice, three times, before shoving inside her slick cunt instead.
She lets out a guttural groan behind the panties in her mouth, her eyes rolling back. I fuck into her, rough and hard, just as I imagined when I raced her brother. This is for him and every other pathetic fuck who thinks they can keep my girl away from me.
Fisting her hair, I pull hard, forcing her head into an awkward angle as I drive into her again and again, filling her with my cock. Her pussy clenches, and I slow down, making sure she feels every veined inch, each groove massaging her inner walls.
“Tell me you want it.”
Of course she can’t talk with her mouth stuffed, so I rip the panties free and grab her jaw. When I pick up the tempo, her eyes roll back again. I jostle her until she looks at me, cock-drunk. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Please… more.”
“More what, Jessica? What do you need?”
“You. Y-your cock.”
“Yeah? Like this?” I pull out and slam back in, and she cries out. “Is that what you want, baby? To be fucked good and hard?”
She moans again, so I push her face into the pillow, fisting her hair, and fuck an orgasm out of her.
The mattress squeaks in rhythm, the headboard thudding against the wall like a loose shutter banging in a storm.
She’s loud enough for the kitchen staff and my father, wherever he’s hiding in the house, to hear.
“Fuck,” I curse, sweat trickling down my neck. I’m close. My balls tingle. My muscles bunch. “Where do you want it, baby?”
“Kane,” she whimpers, the sound muffled by the mattress.
I grab her neck instead, forcing her head to the side. Her lips part, mascara streaking down her cheeks. She’s devastatingly beautiful in the throes of pleasure.
“You’re such a pretty cum slut, baby.” My thrusts slow, coordination slipping now that my balls are heavy and ready to burst. “I’m gonna make such a mess of you.”
She moans, arching her ass to take more of me. Such a greedy little thing.
“Where do you want it, little thief?”
“I want to taste you.” The words break apart on a moan. She’s right on the edge, exactly where I want her.
I shove one of her knees high and tighten my grip on her fragile neck as I drive into her harder, faster.
Seconds later, her pussy clamps down hard enough to make me hiss. I grab the headboard and ride her through it.
By the time she finally comes down, sweat slicks my skin, but I’m not done with her yet.
I flip her onto her back and kneel, fist wrapped around my cock, stroking the aching length. Shivers race up my spine as precum slides over my knuckles and I squeeze the leaking crown.
When I fist her hair, she cries out, and I thrust past her lips. My cock is almost too big for her warm mouth, but God loves a trier.
The handcuffs rattle. She gags.
Such a beautiful sound.
I draw back and thrust deep again and again, groaning when the orgasm sparks at my spine.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Choke on it.”
One more hard ram sends her coughing, and that’s what finally pushes me over the edge. I pull away, and she sticks out her tongue just in time to catch the cum spilling over her face in milky ropes
“Jessica,” I choke out, stroking my thick length as another string of cum squirts onto her tongue. She’s a vision, and seeing her like this, all mine, brands something deep in my soul. I’ll never be the same.
Exhausted, I retrieve the key and unlock her handcuffs. When that’s done, I collapse beside her and pull her into me.
For a long moment, no one speaks.
We just breathe.
It’s perfect.
“Thank you for coming by tonight,” I say, stroking her hair.
“Breaking in, you mean?”
My lips twitch as she giggles.
Climbing out of bed, I return minutes later with a damp cloth to wipe her face clean of cum.
“You are perfect,” I say softly, and she gazes up at me with glassy eyes at the sound of my low voice.
What I don’t tell her is that when she looks at me like that with those blue eyes, my heart beats faster. It’s getting harder and harder not to fall madly in love with her.
The thought occurs to me—and not for the first time—that it might already be too late. I shove it down and clamp a lid on it.
The truth is, my feelings for Jessica scare me. But there’s nothing I can do about them, because I won’t let her go. Just the thought of another man cleaning her up like this makes my insides curdle.
I don’t want anyone else to see her like this. Rosy-cheeked, legs spread, her puffy cunt on display, creamy jizz smeared across her face. I’d sooner kill than let anyone else witness it.
It’s for my eyes only. No one else’s.
I feel her gaze on me as I clean between her legs, careful not to hurt her any more than I already have.
I can’t help myself when I’m with her. She’s so petite, so tight. Instinct takes over, and all I want is to pull her hair, press her into the mattress, fuck her until my hips slap, slap, slap against her ass.
“Kane,” she whispers when I lean down to place a kiss on her slit.
I hum, nuzzling her pussy, kissing the insides of her thighs.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
My heart stalls, and I look up at her face, at the tears shining in her eyes.
“Don’t say anything,” she all but whispers, looking away.
I crawl up her body and tilt her face back to mine, my hand warm against her cheek. “Tell me again.”
She struggles to meet my gaze, her skin pinking beneath my fingers. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Jessica,” I almost growl, pressing a hard kiss to her lips, my heart hammering against her breasts. “I want to hear you say it again.”
“Why?” Her voice is so quiet it’s barely above a whisper.
God, she’s stubborn.
I kiss her again, hard and rough, dragging a broken moan from her lips. She tastes like sunrises and the forbidden, and I can’t get enough. “Say it.”
When I release her bottom lip after sucking on it, she toys with the damp strands at my nape, my skin tingling beneath her gentle touch. “I might be falling in love with you.”
“That’s not what you said.” Smiling, I dive in for another kiss. She laughs and turns her face away, squirming when I try to capture her lips.
“Kane.” Her giggles warm the cold center of my chest, and I tickle her waist just to hear them again.
“Admit it, little thief. You’re in love with me.”
“Never.”
God, her laughter does something to me.
I cup her breast and fist a handful of her hair as I steal a savage kiss.
I’ve never known my heart to beat this hard.
Sex is usually clinical, something I do to get off.
When it’s over, I grab my clothes and leave.
I don’t stay to kiss. I don’t even like kissing.
But I could lie here forever and kiss this girl.
Soak up her soft sighs, her laughter, her smiles.
Jessica has no idea how much power she holds over me, and that’s for the best. If she knew how crazy I am about her, she’d run for the hills and never look back.
She’d do the right thing. My world is deadly.
My father can never find out how I feel about this girl, or she’ll be in danger. He wouldn’t hesitate to use her against me.
I kiss a slow path down her body, between the valley of her breasts, and settle between her thighs. “You can tell me all about how in love you are with me while I eat this sweet cunt.”
Jessica starts to protest. As I said earlier, the lady doth protest too much. But the words die in her throat when I press my tongue flat against her slit, tasting her with one long stroke.
Mmm.
Delicious.