Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
Kady
Seeing Calder afraid, his hands trembling and voice wavering, all because I persuaded him to go on a Ferris wheel was one thing. What I never could’ve imagined was that the hottest conversation I’ve ever had would be the one way to help him get through it.
Submitting to someone had never interested me. I like having power, being the one in control. But the thought of just being able to let go, not knowing what’s coming next seems thrilling.
Calder’s hazel eyes gleam with a dark desire as I smell a hint of my perfume breaking down my scent blockers.
“Are you sure?”
“Take me home, Calder.” I grab his hand then tug him through the crowd like a crazy woman on a mission, not caring who I have to push past.
Just as we reach the car, I grab his jacket and yank him closer, desperate to feel his body against mine.
“Make the most of your sight.” As he speaks, his lips brush tantalizingly against my own. “As soon as we get home, you’re not going to be able to see.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I crush my breasts into his firm chest.
“A promise.” He didn’t need to verbally respond, his massive cock pressing against me through his clothes answering my question.
“But we better get outta here soon because a fair is definitely too PG-13 for what I want to do to you, and word travels fast in Forestville, as you’ve probably gathered by now. ”
Once we’re both in the car, I peer over his shoulder when he pulls out his cell. “What are you doing?”
“Just texting the guys to let them know we’re coming home and don’t want to be disturbed.”
Fuck. I can’t wait to be alone with him.
The car ride is a blur. The car jolting over the bumps in the road, causing my seat to vibrate, sends shivers of desire through me.
The simmering sexual tension between us is palpable as my eyes trace over the throbbing veins on the backs of his hands.
Why are the backs of men’s hands so hot?
Even the holiday-scented air freshener hanging from his rearview mirror seems to heighten my yearning.
I squeeze my thighs together, my breath hitching as our legs touch when we round a corner.
By the time we pull up at the cabin, I’m practically panting with need.
Calder lets us inside, taking my hand to lead me upstairs.
When the sound of the TV and the others talking floats from the next room, I freeze on the first step.
He raises his index finger to his lips, but I struggle to stifle a giggle when the stairs creak underfoot.
Obviously, the others don’t mind us spending time alone, but knowing that we’re only a few feet away from the rest of the pack in our special world only adds to the excitement.
He tugs me down the hall to his room. Inside, I see that it’s larger than Riven’s with a giant bed in the center. The walls are lined with bookcases.
I turn at the sound of metal sliding into place as Calder locks the door. “No escape, huh?”
“I want to make sure we’re definitely not going to be interrupted.” He steps closer, eliminating the gap between our bodies. “Tonight, I want you all to myself.”
I extend up on my tiptoes, desperate to feel his mouth on mine, but he holds back.
“Before we do anything, Kady.” He traces the outline of my lips. “What we were talking about doing on the Ferris wheel was insanely hot, but this is real life. I want to make sure you’re comfortable. What I like can be intense.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “We need a safe word.”
“Hm.” I bite my lip. “Pineapple.”
“Pineapple, got it.” He nods. “Say the P-word, and I’ll stop right away. This is as much about your pleasure as it is mine, even though I’ll be the one in control.” He cups my cheek, sending a tremor down my spine. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
I hear my heart thundering in my ears, finding myself nodding. His zingy scent grounds me, making me feel safe enough to let go.
“I do have rules. If you don’t think you can follow them, then this won’t work.” His finger dances along my cheekbone. “If we’re doing this, I need you to submit to me. I need you to give yourself to me fully. Can you do that?”
It feels like I’m making a deal with the devil.
I recall the burning fury I felt towards Calder when I first met him, enraged that he stole my job.
Yet now a rush of adrenaline surges through me at the thought of him wanting me to submit to him.
The logical side of my brain wants me to run.
I’ve never relinquished control before, but I’m so turned-on.
After hearing about his fantasy on the Ferris wheel, I want to know what it’s like to play it out.
“Y-yes.” I push out the word. “I think so.”
“Good.” Calder takes my chin, looking deep into my eyes. His fingers on my skin create a heat that travels down to my toes. “For however long we’re in here, you’re mine. You follow my orders. No questions asked. If you let me, I’ll worship every single inch of you. On my terms.”
Wetting my lips, my tongue suddenly feels massive. “Uh-huh.”
“Perfect.” His fingers slip beneath the hem of my sweater, a delicious chill against my skin as he slides up, skirting over my breasts. “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about what’s under this sweater all night long. Take it off.”
Slowly, I tug it over my head and toss it aside, waiting for further instructions.
“Wow.” He lets out a low whistle at the sight of the barely-there black bra that Sabs insisted I pack. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
I grin smugly, watching the swell in his pants grow. “Like what you see, Mr. Editor?”
“Yes. He pushes me back onto his bed then sinks to his knees, grabbing my ankle to carefully take off one sock then the other. I gasp when his hands slide up my calves and thighs, yanking my pants off. “Now stand.”
When I hear his order, my instinct is to fight against it, but my body moves of its own accord, craving the sweet surrender of not having to think by putting my pleasure in his hands.
It can be pretty damn exhausting to stay on top of things all the time.
Letting go, even for a little while, may be exactly what I need.
He expertly unhooks my bra with a single, practiced click before he moves over to his chest of drawers and rummages in the top one.
“Ready?” He holds up a silky black eye mask.
I nod as he approaches, carefully putting the mask over my face before tying it tightly. His breath heats my cheeks, my pussy clenching in anticipation before he traps my bottom lip between his teeth and sucks gently.
“Lie down.” His authoritative growl is hot as fuck, my thighs trembling as my knees hit the base of the mattress, and I shuffle back.
The sheets are soft against my skin, smelling of sweet lemon and driftwood.
As I get comfortable, resting my head on the plump pillows, all the rest of my senses are amplified.
I feel the heat of Calder’s palms hovering above my legs, but he doesn’t touch me.
Not yet. He moves away, walking around the bed, my skin feeling like it’s heating from a stare that I can’t see.
I inhale sharply at the sounds of clothes rustling, a belt buckle jingling undone, and fabric dropping to the floor. I hold my breath, waiting, the anticipation building as I hear his steady breathing.
I open my mouth to plead with him to hurry when strong hands grip my thighs and tug me to the edge of the bed. I let out a small squeal as my knees are pushed roughly apart.
Calder’s stubble tickles my inner thighs as he drops kisses there. I focus on the feel of his soft lips against my skin, every lick of his tongue leaving a trail of fire behind. He pauses when he reaches my panties. I can smell my own perfume filling the air.
I have to force my hands not to reach for his hair when he breathes in deeply, his nose rubbing against the fabric. “Mm. You smell so fucking good.”
I moan, pushing my pussy onto his face and arching my back.
He pulls back, lightly slapping my clit through the fabric. “We can’t have you writhing around like that, can we?”
“Calder, please.”
He’s barely touched me, and already, I’m a whining mess.
“I need to make sure you can’t move for what I’m about to do next.” He chuckles wickedly. “I can’t have you wriggling around when I’m eating your pussy, don’t want to risk wasting a drop of that delicious slick. That’d be a crime.”
I breathe in his scent, lust-filled and heavy with want.
“Sit up and hold out your arms.”
I obey, and he delicately takes my wrists, bringing them together before wrapping them in a smooth ribbon.
“We’ll save the cuffs for next time.” Goose bumps race down my arms at the thought. “These are better for our first time.” He pulls the silky binds around my wrists till they’re taut. “How does that feel? Not too tight?”
“No.” I appreciate how he’s stopping at every stage to check that I’m okay, but my entire body is tingling, and the longer I’m denied touch, the more impatient I’m becoming. “It’s fine.”
“Shuffle back.”
I wriggle back as he climbs onto the bed before pushing me flat on my back and hauling my arms above my head to tie them to the cold metal bed posts, suspending me in place. Momentary panic rises in my chest. I don’t think I’ve ever been this vulnerable, especially in front of an alpha.
“Kady?” His voice is sharp. “Do you need to say our special word?”
I steady my breathing, his scent tempering down my alarm.
“No,” I repeat. “I’m good.”
“Remember what I said.” He leans forward to brush his lips against mine, a soft teasing kiss that leaves me craving more. “I’ll stop if this is too much.”