22. Kiaran #2
“Yes, pretty girl?” I whispered, letting only an inch of my finger slip inside before removing it and continuing that tease.
“Please…” she cried to me.
“So fucking needy.”
I slid my entire finger in, curling it to caress the spot that drove her crazy. Her heels dug into my back as I started to work her slowly. She was already climbing towards release but it wouldn’t be that easy this time.
“I’m going to come…”
Removing my fingers and leaving her empty, her head shot up at me. “Asshole!” she shouted, earning a deep laugh from me.
“Good girls get to come when they want. Bad girls get to come when I want.”
She let out a frustrated breath. “I’ll be good, I swear.”
“Apologize.”
She hesitated, weighing her options but she was stubborn as fuck so I should’ve expected her answer.
“I’m good. ”
I flicked my tongue out and circled her clit, sending a shiver down her body. The restraints pulled and rattled the posts as she fought the restraints, begging them to free her wrists.
Using two fingers, I stretched her while working my tongue. I kept a slow, steady pace. One that she’d have to concentrate really hard on to find her release.
“More,” she moaned.
“Apologize.” I blew a cool breath over her, she shuttered.
“No.” It came out in barely a breath. She was hanging on by a thread.
I removed my fingers only to add a third, her legs wrapped around my neck begging for me to let her finish.
Yeah, not happening yet.
Pausing only to shorten the rope that held her wrists, she was pulled further onto the bed, her head almost to the edge of the other side. I cast more restraints on the two free posters and let each one wrap around her ankles, spreading her open for me.
“Kiaran!” she shouted, but desire still fired in her eyes. Positioning a knee between her legs, I leaned over to kiss her lips gently.
“Apologize,” I whispered against them.
“No! I have nothing to apologize for.”
“Very well, then. I’ll gladly spend the rest of my days between your legs.”
Returning my mouth to her clit, I sucked and nipped, earning a shriek from Amelie’s mouth.
“Fuck!” she hissed, her body fighting the compromising position I put her in. Using my fingers again, I brought her as close to the finish line as I could, her eyes fluttered and her breathing became unsteady.
Then I stopped.
Again.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She was irate. But it only fueled my game as her eyes filled with rage, though her pussy dripped with need.
“You look so fucking good right now.” I leaned back to admire her, taking in her helpless body on my bed. Her toned legs flexed in her useless fight, her arms begging to punch me, probably.
“Let me come. Now. Or I’ll do it myself.”
That was an intriguing idea. “Yeah? I’d love to see you try.”
Her eyes looked up toward her tied wrists, she groaned in frustration.
I snapped my fingers and released the knot holding her hands hostage, leaving her legs still spread.
“What are you doing?” she questioned.
“Do it yourself.”
She eyed me curiously, taken aback by the permission I gave her.
Using one of her unsteady hands, she started circling her clit, keeping her eyes on me the whole time. Her free hand caressed her breast, rolling her nipple between her thumb and index finger.
I wasn’t even mad at her anymore, I really didn’t even care if she apologized, but watching her hands do what mine should have been doing made my blood heat. The tension between us growing too thick to withstand and my willpower to hold back was crumbling.
Her eyes closed as she continued to work herself.
I watched in awe, she was pure sunshine.
Some people, like myself, were darkness personified.
My mother lived to remind me of that. But others were light, and for some reason, those who had the light sometimes decided to shine on those of us who couldn’t break out of the shadows.
Amelie was the light. A break in my stormy clouds. She was radiant. She was… everything .
“Mhhh.” A moan escaped her swollen lips and jealousy seeped through my walls, the walls that were never stable around Amelie. Her pulse was fluttering in her neck, her pupils blown.
I thought telling her to do it herself would make her feel shy, embarrassed to be so intimate with herself in front of me, but I should’ve known better.
She was a master at besting me. I was only ever allowed to think I was a few steps ahead of her. But her comfort with me was one I knew she never had with anyone else, and I wanted, rather, needed, to show her how much I appreciated that.
She was closing in on her release and I decided right then and there that no one but me would ever bring her that ecstasy again.
I took a firm hold of her hand, and brought them to my lips to taste her. Her eyes rolled in her head so I released the remaining restraints and closed my mouth over her sensitive nerves, ravaging her.
“I love the way you taste, pretty girl.” I slid my middle finger into her and curled it to caress the spot I knew made her crazy.
“Baby…” she breathed out.
And fucking hell, that had me climbing with her.
Amelie wasn’t a very affectionate person. Her touches were intentional, not natural. Her sweet words were always meant for truths and never used for anything but. She was sunshine, but that also meant she didn’t want you to be too close.
I added another finger. Circling her clit with my tongue, and grazing it with my teeth.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes on fire for me. Her chocolate waves turning to spirals around her beautiful face as sweat beaded at her hairline.
“Come for me, Amelie.” I blew a cool wisp of air over her, her legs trembled on either side of my head. I crushed my mouth to her and used my tongue to coax exactly what I wanted from her.
She toppled over the edge with a guttural moan, her legs wrapped tightly around my neck.
“Kiaran!” Her shriek was muffled by her heaving breaths as I continued to suck gently. A tremble shot up her spine and her legs shook, but I didn’t stop.
But Amelie found a moment to gather herself enough to twist her palms in my shirt, pull me up her body, then flip onto her stomach, bending her knees and giving me a perfect view.
Her body had changed so much in her time here. One of my favorite changes being how her ass had rounded and was perfect to take a handful of.
Snapping my clothes off now, I grabbed her hips and positioned myself at her entrance. Her cheek pressed into the bed as she slid back onto me, I watched as I filled her. Her pussy willingly stretching to fit all of me.
I was always so struck by her boldness. She was so comfortable with me, I just wanted a moment to appreciate her. To worship her how she deserved, but she didn’t allow that. She rocked her body back and forth, moaning and arching her back to allow me to fill her completely.
“Amelie..” I moaned, tilting my head back.
“Can you…” she panted, “the dream.”
“The dream?” I repeated, confused at what she meant.
“The dream, when we did it this way…” she explained, barely audible as she continued to move back and forth. “It’s the last thing I need to take back.”
The dream. Holy fucking shit . I already knew I was beyond undeserving of this woman but not only had I somehow shown her she could trust me, she wanted to experiment with me. Go further with me than most women would ever choose to go in a lifetime.
I’d be damned if I didn’t give her everything she wanted. To give her what she needed to heal from the trauma those fucking guards placed upon her heart?
It was my honor.
I gripped her hips tight, forcing her to wait and take this next step slowly. “Let me.”
Starting my own rhythm, I rolled my hips into her, lifting hers at the hilt to sink as deep as I could.
“Please…” she whispered, as if she thought I wouldn’t give her what she asked for.
“You tell me if it’s too much okay? You say stop, and we stop.” I assured her, wanting her to know that she was still in control.
I kept a steady pace as I teased her ass with my thumb. She moaned at the pressure. “More…”
I pulled out, using her arousal to lubricate the tight spot before I pressed back into the tight hole with my thumb. “Oh.” She sighed.
Oh. I couldn’t help but smile at her thought.
“Is this okay?”
“Fuck, baby..” If she keeps calling me baby, I’m going to have to put one in her. That word on her lips for me was unleashing a feral part of my soul that had been waiting specifically for her.
“Kiaran.” Her voice was sweet like honey but sharp like a blade. She was so close.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” I assured her as I watched our bodies move completely in sync with the other. “You look fucking incredible.”
“You feel so good,” she replied.
Watching her take me and knowing that she finally understood what it felt like to want and be wanted, I felt an overwhelming weight lift from my shoulders. I needed her to know that she would always be safe with me. I’d decided it was my sole purpose to protect her.
I was proud of her for asking for what she wanted, and felt a warmth in my heart to be the one that gave it to her. To help her take the shame the guards placed on her and turn it into power and control over every inch of her body.
I found the top of my climb as the base of my dick began to throb and I released myself inside of her. Amelie came with me as her body went limp. I pulled out slowly, my thumb following, watching the evidence of our arousal drip from her.
Crawling onto the bed, I took her body and lifted it to become flush with mine.
“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing she said. I laughed at her timing. “But I’m probably going to keep pissing you off if it means doing that again.”
A guttural laugh escaped me, my chest shook as I struggled to catch my breath. Amelie leaned up to kiss my cheek, then rested her head over my heart.
The heart that now only beat for her.