Chapter 19 - August
The air hums between us, thick with something heavier than silence. I feel it in my stomach, my throat, and the pulse between my legs. My fingers flex with the debate of doing something reckless or noble. Or both.
“I should clean up,” I whisper, even though I don’t want to when she’s this close, so warm and inviting.
“Leave it.” The husky note in Kate’s voice is all the permission I need. “Are you staying?”
“Unless you tell me to go,” I say.
“I want you to stay.” Her eyes stay closed as she arms wrap around my neck, and her mouth traces mine.
I crush the waistband of her onesie. “Are you sure after last night? I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m not fogged up or confused.” She drags a finger over my face, tracing my cheekbone. “I want to feel safe again, and you help me with that.”
I climb to my feet, push my helmet down, and lift her from hers. “Take me to your room, Glitter Bomb. I’m going to reward my good little girl.”
She shivers at my request and hesitates as if deciding if this is the danger to which she consents. This time, she’s the one who leads me into the dark, down the hall, up the stairs, and into her room, PJ3 bounding after us.
Fairy lights illuminate her satin skin. I caress her once with my palm before stepping back into her closet.
I hesitate at the door, my hand hovering over the robe tie when it has the power to unravel more than silk.
Getting this close, letting her in like this, is a risk I can’t afford with the Romans watching and moving in.
I glance over my shoulder, and she waits for me, eyes soft, radiating safety, hope, and surrender.
I don’t know if I deserve it, but fuck, do I need it.
I drag the silk and return to her, letting it slide slow and deliberate around my knuckles, giving her one last chance to back out if she wants to.
Her eyes darken to a forest shadow, and the slow, hungry pass of her tongue over her lips tells me exactly where she wants this to head.
Good. That makes two of us.
“Come here and be a good girl.” My voice is rougher than dry whisky.
Kate saunters, hips swaying, marking her territory. Her nipples press tautly against the fluffy material of her pajamas, begging to be tasted. Tamed with my teeth. Worshipped with my tongue.
I unravel the tie, a reward for her obedience, even though I’m one order away from making her beg. Her wide hips come to a halt in front of me.
“I’ve been a good boy,” I bait her. “Orange. A little red. Maybe some black.”
Her eyes glow as I knew they would.
“And I want you to show me how good I’ve been.” I’m using her language, her book fantasy, because I want her empowered and owning this when she was scared on our first encounter. Even when I’m in complete control.
Daring little thing presses her stiff peaks into my chest and rubs. “I can’t decide if that’s good or bad.”
I don’t let her decide and press a finger to her lips to shut her sass down before it tempts me off course. I want her mouth for anything but speaking.
Her breath catches when I blindfold her, tighter this time, leaving no gaps or escape. I brush her temple, and she’s so damn responsive, breathless and trembling with need, that it wrecks me.
A loan groan rumbles in my chest. “Good fucking girl.”
“I want to be good for you. Earn your trust.” The world turns to flames at her husky voice.
My hands find her shoulders and guide her down. She follows without reservation, and her knees kiss the floor. I comb my fingers through her hair, letting her breathe through the shift.
“You’re doing so well for me.” My hand closes around her throat with reverence, my thumb caressing her pulse point.
Kate arches into my touch, baring her throat to me, daring me to take what I want. “Use me. Please.”
Fuck. Those words brand me with her spell.
“Stay there,” I warn, my voice dropping to a dangerous decibel. “Don’t be a brat. Only good girls earn rewards tonight. Promise?”
She leans into the soft pass of my palm along her face. “Promise.”
I remove my helmet and set it on her armchair four paces away. Fresh air is a godsend after being stuck in that thing with steam heating my visor. Somehow, I feel like I’m younger again, reckless and in love with danger, before everything went to shit.
Glitter Bomb twists her head at the sound, tracking my movement back and forth. Fuck, she’s a goddess. Beautiful, blinded and on her knees, giving herself to me. I ignore the pinch of regret that I’m the one holding back things that can break her.
I stroke her jaw with my thumb, and her mouth parts with invitation, sucking me inside. Her thighs press together, and I know she needs this. I won’t subject her to the home-invasion fantasy. Tonight is about anchoring trust, not testing limits. Safety dressed as sin.
My cock kicks hard against my zipper. Her fingers crawl up my thighs, unprompted, greedy, and sure, tracing over the outline of my hardness like she’s reading a map to her favorite fantasy world. She slides my belt open and lowers my zipper, unwrapping me, a present she’s waited years to open.
Her fingers curl around my base, and I hiss. “What did you do that’s orange, my good boy?” She needs to lead this moment. To believe she’s steering the storm.
I give her that. “You’ve got thirty seconds of control, Glitter Bomb. Make them count.”
She raises a brow, stroking me once, daring me to take back her control.
I barely manage to give her what she wants. “I put a tracker on Blackthorn’s car. Set up a little surprise for your investigation.”
She hums against my shaft, and my knees nearly fucking buckle. “What else?” Little devil makes me really work for it.
“Circulated dash cam footage of him drunk driving and crashing into a car,” I grunt, pumping into her fist. “Setting up to discredit him when you take him down.”
Goddamn. She licks me from base to tip like she’s tasting vengeance.
“That’s a very good boy,” she purrs like she’ll ruin me, and I’ll let her.
“Your time’s over.” I fist her hair.
Kate smiles, parts her lips, and sinks over me. Her mouth is everything I’ve imagined. Hot, slick, and heaven wrapped in her tongue. I buck into her throat with a feral groan. I let her work me, her rhythm perfect, her mouth a fucking altar venerating me.
I stroke her glowing cheek. “Fuck, that’s so good, baby. Don’t stop. Give your good boy what he needs.”
Her mouth pops off me. “You’ve been very good to me.” Those six little words unties the knot inside me.
When she fists my cock and smiles up at me, I feed her the line she’s been waiting to hear, that’s stitched into her apron, “Baby, for the love of your book gods… shut the fuck up and take my dick like a good girl.”
Fuck. That smile. Full of power. I want her to have it all and more.
Her mouth wraps around me, and her moans wrap around me like silk. After a minute, I can feel her jaw tiring, but she doesn’t stop or give in. I help her with slow, careful thrusts into her mouth, each one met with a hum that goes straight to my balls.
“Fuck,” I grit, pinching myself hard enough to delay the edge. “You’re fucking perfect, Glitter Bomb.” Fiery, fierce, and unhinged enough to light chaos in me.
At her groan, I unload into the back of her throat and thrust a few more times until my orgasm recedes. She pops off my cock, smiles, and laps at the droplets of cum on my head.
“What’s your color, baby?” I massage her scalp. “You’ve got permission to talk.”
Kate huffs a laugh and leans her head back. “Sunset.”
“Fucking perfect.” I grip her shoulders and lift her like she weighs nothing.
I kiss her and taste myself as I walk her backward to the edge of the bed.
Flushed, chest heaving, blindfold still secure. The blissed-out smile riding her lips hints that she found the secret to the universe. Spoiler alert, it’s my cock.
I move behind her, plucking each button of her onesie from its hole, undressing all her secrets.
She leans into my touch with a soft sigh that sets my blood simmering.
Fabric surrenders as I peel it from her shoulders, kissing each new inch of exposed skin.
My mouth brushes over her nape, the curve of her neck and dip of her shoulder.
Fuck. She’s not wearing a bra.
The sight of her breasts, pink nipples begging to be tasted, steals air from my lungs.
I wrap an arm around her waist, lean her back, and drop my mouth to her sweet flesh, licking, biting, savoring every damn inch of her.
She trembles when my fingers skim the underside of her breast, and her head drops back further.
I cup her fully, rolling my thumb over her stiff peak, and her soft moan wrecks the last thread of my control.
I draw one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp and tug at my hair.
“Do you like this?” I swirl my tongue, then bite gently, and she moans, her hips jerking, giving me a huge yes. Her breaths turn ragged as I switch sides, my mouth worshiping her with equal hunger until she’s nothing but liquid glitter in my arms.
I lower her to the bed and push her down until her spine hits the mattress.
I cup her cheek. “Are you wet for me, Glitter Bomb? You have permission to talk.” I want to hear how I fucking wreck her.
“Soaked,” she whispers.
I snake my hand along her belly. “That’s my good girl. I’m not done yet. Not until you’re trembling for me and break.”
“Yes, Grumpy Daddy.” Fuck. I’m loving her nicknames more by the day.
I give her the next order. “Hands flat, baby. No touching. No more words. Just sensation.”
Her spine arches at the command. I trace the line of her hip as she lies back, knees loose, thighs parted, arms tucked to her sides, palms grazing the comforter.
“If it gets too much.” I massage the outsides of her thighs. “Ball your hands into fists. That’s your safe word tonight.”
She nods.
Goddamn. My sparkling diamond is beautiful like this. Breathless. Surrendering on her terms.