25. Kade
Chapter 25
Kade
To Presley’s credit, my request doesn’t cause her to falter. She holds out her wrists to me like a good girl, and the action goes straight to my cock. I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman walking into my life, because I sure as hell haven’t been on the nice list recently. Or ever.
I shift back in my seat, the coarse fabric of my clothes irritating the skin that feels as if it’s been set ablaze. If I was a less-practiced Dominant, I would have had her lips wrapped around my cock by now. But Presley, she needs time to explore, to settle into her beautiful body. And over the past couple of years, I’ve learned to get pleasure in many other ways that don’t involve getting my dick wet.
Like with Presley. I want to see her open like a rose in spring under my touch, to start asking for what she wants and following my direction. I desire her to crave the rougher aspects of me while trusting me enough to let that part of me unleash itself on her. Experiencing her submission isn’t something that’s just pleasurable for me—it’s a gift from her, one I’m going to cherish for the rest of my life.
Her trusting eyes look at me expectantly, and I bring myself back to the moment. I grin slyly as I unbuckle my belt, the jingling sound of the metal buckle echoing throughout the cab. I keep a close eye on her to gauge her reaction, but she looks calm, despite her heady breaths that match my own. I pull the worn brown leather from the loops and then take her wrists in my hands, kissing each pulse point before I meet her gaze.
“I’m going to secure your wrists with my belt. Are you okay with that?”
She nods. “Yes.”
My cock twitches again at her breathy response, and I don’t waste time getting to work. I flip her hands so her palms are together then make quick work of binding her, looping the belt so it forms handcuffs around each wrist.
I learned long ago that the key to this is to make sure I leave enough space for her wrists to breathe, otherwise I risk damage, which is the last thing I want. Once I’ve tested it out and made sure everything is to my liking, I place her hands on her lap for a moment while I make more space for us. Using the lever on the side of my seat, I recline the bench seat back so I have more space to move, and Presley can rest easier. Then I get on my knees to reach into the back where I have an extra set of clothes. I grab a flannel and fold it before scooting back to the woman watching me.
Her eyes are half-closed, and her breathing has gotten faster. She looks on the verge of orgasm already, and we haven’t even started the real fun yet. The devil inside me grins at the picture she makes in the bindings while I place the flannel behind her on the door.
“Lie back.”
She follows the direction, then I take the tail of the belt and lift her arms up. She watches with rapt attention as I secure the belt on the “Oh, shit!” handle, which is exactly what I plan to make her scream out tonight. Once I’m done, I grab the blue handkerchief I keep in my back pocket and open it up.
“Are you comfortable?”
She moves against her bindings and shifts her delicious heart-shaped ass against the seat. A bit of it hovers over the edge, but she’s secure with her feet still on the ground. We’ll change that in a minute .
“Yes.” She nods again.
“How are your wrists?”
She tugs a bit, and a tiny groan leaves her mouth. “They’re good.”
“Not too tight?”
“No. But, Kade?”
“Yes, darlin’?”
She nibbles on her lower lip. “What if someone walks down here?” Her cheeks flush, but I see the way her nipples pebble at the idea of it. I store that information in my mind for later and rub her knee gently.
“I doubt anyone will. They have no reason to.”
That placates her, and she dips her head once more, so I lift the handkerchief. “I’m going to blindfold you with this.”
Her eyes widen, and I see the tiniest bit of panic cross them. I let my hand drift from her knee to her thigh and stroke gently.
“You think too much, Presley. This”—I hold the fabric closer to her—“will keep you in your body. It will let you feel everything I do to you.”
She swallows, licking her lips as she thinks it over. For a moment, I wonder if she’ll say no, but then she nods. “Okay.”
I smile warmly at her. “There’s my brave girl.” She blushes as I reach over to tie it around her eyes. She keeps her blue irises locked on me until the moment I cover them up. I let the warmth of her body seep into me as I take my time, knotting the blue fabric before sitting back to admire my work.
Holy Christ, she’s hot. Between the belt and the blindfold, she’s completely at my mercy. I’m not going to sugarcoat it—it’s one of the best things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot. But I have to say this is the first time I’ve done anything like this in my truck.
“Remember, if I go too far, you say stop.”
“I will.”
“Then relax. I’m going to make you feel good.” I gently stroke her jean-clad leg then lift my hand, bringing it back down to strike the inside of her thigh. The skin jiggles, and she expels a cry from the sensation. I do it again and then strike her other thigh twice as I watch her struggle against the bindings.
“Kade!” I do it twice more on each thigh before I press two fingers against her sex. “Oh my god!” she keens.
“That was just a little reminder to always tell me the truth, darlin’. When I asked you earlier if your ass hurt, you told me no. What do you say for lying to me?” I swat her again, a little harder this time.
“I’m sorry!”
I strike her on the other thigh, this time closer to her pussy. “Will you do it again?”
“No!” She half moans, half cries her answer.
I stop the swats and shift back on the seat. “Use the bindings to steady yourself; I’m going to move your legs. Don’t worry about the handle breaking. I don’t care if it does.”
She nods and relaxes into the belt around her wrists. I lift her sneakered feet, glad she’s not wearing the boots that seem to give her calves trouble. These are far easier to remove.
As I arrange her the way I want her, I can’t help wishing we’d gone somewhere with more space so I could’ve stripped her bare. But undressing her lower half will give me more than enough access to do what I have planned.
I keep my gaze on her as I untie her sneakers then drop them to the floor. She squirms a bit as I remove her socks, and I grin because she’s just given me vital information. I tickle the soles, and she squeals, kicking at me.
“Wow, Lemon. You’re ticklish.” She squirms as I continue my assault. She laughs and yells my name as she tries to get away, but she has nowhere to go. When she’s about to slide off the bench seat, I stop, situating her again as I chuckle. “Consider that punishment for when you said you weren’t thinking about me at Night Hawk. Because you were, weren’t you?”
Presley takes a deep inhale before she answers with a breathless “Yes. ”
Satisfied with how this is going, I skate my hands up her round calves and thighs until I reach her waist. I stop when I get there, letting my hands rest on her low belly, keeping the lightest pressure I can. She sucks her stomach in beneath my hands, and anger rises in me—not at her but at Derek and the world that made her believe she’s not good enough.
“Take a deep breath in and out, Presley.” Once she exhales, I move my hands again, bringing them to the snap of her jeans. “Just keep breathing.” When she lets out another breath, this one sounding calmer, I undo the snap then bring her zipper down to expose her soft midsection. I don’t stop as I push my fingers into the band of her pants and start to pull down.
“Lift that sexy ass up now,” I coax. Once I have the space, I pull down her pants, taking her underwear with me. I think it’s better this is done all at once; that way, she doesn’t have time to get into her head.
Once her pants are all the way off, I drape them over the seat and look at her. Her shirt still covers her upper half, of course, but now her most private part is exposed to me.
“Remember what I said: You need to tell me if it’s too much.”
She bites her lip and exhales another breath before answering. “Yes, I remember.”
With her verbal confirmation, I click the overhead light on to see her better. She must recognize the sound because she goes still. “Kade,” she whimpers, shifting to try to cover herself up by squeezing her legs shut.
I move into action, pressing my palms on her knees to keep her spread open. “You’re beautiful, Presley. Trust me when I say that.” I stroke the skin of her thighs softly. “But do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head, a quiet “no” leaving her lips. I knew it was a risk doing that, but I needed her to know I want and desire her, all of her. I don’t want to keep her in the dark—this woman is meant for the spotlight, and her socking Derek in the stomach only proved that to me. I sure as hell don’t need to know her life story to see this woman is not only beautiful but also special.
I shift on the seat, spreading her legs wider so that I have room to get between them. It’s a tight squeeze, but I make it work. I run my palms up the skin of her legs, the stubbly new hair growing in prickling me.
“I didn’t have time to shave,” she blurts.
Even though she’s not able to see it, I grin. I slide my hands over her legs again to make a point, groaning as I massage her thighs and her calves.
“I don’t care about any of that,” I assure her. “You’re sexy as hell just the way you are.” Then I give in to my urge to bite the dimpled skin of her inner thigh.
“Kade!” she cries.
“Just relax.” I grip her thighs, shifting myself as best I can as I place her right foot on the ground while draping her left knee over my right shoulder to give me more room to feast on her. I’m in a weird position that’s probably going to leave me a little sore tomorrow (not that I give a rat’s ass). I position my mouth over her pussy and inhale the smell of her. My mouth practically waters, and all I can think about is drowning in her heady taste.
“Kade.” She stills. “I need to tell you something.”
The muscles in my shoulders go stiff as I push my right forearm into the seat to look up at her blindfolded eyes. “What is it, darlin’?”
She worries her lower lip. “I’ve never had someone…” She takes a breath. “I’ve never had someone do that before.”
Alright, I didn’t expect those words to leave her mouth. I shift my body to get up, but she traps me between her thighs. The movement brings her sweet cunt closer to me, and I groan, my hips thrusting automatically. My cock wants inside of her, but that will have to wait.
“No.” She shakes her head. “Please don’t stop. ”
Her plea only makes my cock harder, and I gently pry her legs from around my head to kiss the skin of her thighs, sucking lightly until she moans and her muscles ease.
“I won’t. Just tell me if you don’t like something.”
“Kade,” she whines. “Please, just get on with it!” Her hands struggle against my belt, and her hips lift. I chuckle and bite down on her skin again, enough to leave a small mark. She gasps then curses my name.
“Such a brat sometimes,” I tease, blowing on her sex. “But I like it. Now relax your legs for me; I want to taste your sweet cunt.”
Instead of being stunned by my dirty mouth like she had been at first in the loft, she does what I ask, relaxing her body so she’s open for me again. Her arousal coats her inner thighs now, and I’m glad she’s blindfolded because she’s left a wet spot on the fabric of my truck. I smile at the trophy I get to keep and kiss my way up her stretch marks until I reach her dark curls.
“Please, Kade,” she begs.
I debate teasing her for a while longer, but I’m selfish, and I want to have a taste. I want to be the first man to ever kiss and lick between her thighs.
I drag two fingers through her wet pussy, parting her lips so I can see her swollen clit. She squirms, and the belt makes noise as she tries to move her hands, no doubt to put them in my hair so she can press me into her. I want to feel her grip my hair while I make her come, but we can do that another time—this is all about her right now.
“So beautiful,” I say, making sure she can hear it. Then I place my lips to her clit, kissing it gently to test out her response. She expresses an animated sound, and I smile against her sex, opening my mouth so I can suction the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her tangy flavor coats my taste buds, and I moan at the same time she does. My hips seek relief for my cock as I grind into the seat.
“Kade,” she croons. “That feels amazing. ”
I accelerate my movements, licking and sucking and lapping at her arousal until her body starts to shake from the myriad of sensations. I’m still trying to get over the shock, the privilege, of being the first one to taste her. But I’m glad, because from what I saw of her ex, he doesn’t deserve any part of her, especially the most intimate and vulnerable parts. I like that I’m the only one who has gotten to see her like this, taste her like this.
I pull back, and she whimpers, the needy sound of it going straight to my cock. I bring my fingers to her soaked entrance, and I tease her there, dipping inside slowly before pulling them back out. I repeat the action in a steady pace, fucking her slowly and gently with them.
Fuuuck . Images of my cock replacing my fingers fill my mind. I want to watch my length disappear inside her pussy. I want to feel her tight heat gripping me as she comes again and again while being held by my ropes. My cock pulses at the thought, and I fuck her a bit harder with my fingers. Soon , I assure myself. At least, I hope.
“Kade, please.”
“Please what?”
She doesn’t immediately answer, so I pull back and slap her clit. The force isn’t hard, but she jumps from the surprise. I do it again, and she cries a string of curses that has me grinning like I won the lottery.
“Remember, Lemon darlin’. Use that smart mouth of yours, and tell me what you want.”
“Please, Kade.” She pauses to gather her courage. “Please, I want your mouth on me.”
“That’s my girl.” I reward her by sealing my lips back over her clit, but now, I use my fingers at the same time, thrusting them inside her as I lick and suck.
“Yes!”
I hum around the nerves and plunge my fingers deeper into her tight heat. I can feel her walls starting to flutter, and I know I don’t have much more time before she comes. I gently bite at her clit and curl my fingers until I feel the rough patch of skin I’m looking for.
“Oh my god!” she cries.
I thrust my fingers faster now, her arousal slick on my lips and hand as her thighs tremble from her impending orgasm. I lift my mouth and keep moving my fingers against her G-spot, and her cries become louder as I dig my blunt nails into the outside of her thigh.
“I can feel you about to come. Do you want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes!” Her chest heaves, and her wrists strain against the bindings.
I work her harder so I can hear her wet arousal through the truck cab, then I remove my hand and slap her clit again. Her body jerks, and I replace the sting with my lips, sucking on her swollen bud as she tries to ride my face by lifting her hips up.
I press into her and give her what she craves. That’s all it takes for Presley to fall over the edge, and I slide my fingers back inside her so I can feel her orgasm squeeze them like she would my cock. For a moment, I allow myself to fantasize about what my cum would look like dripping out of her while her thighs shook. That image has me almost coming along with her, but by some miracle, I don’t.
I let her ride out her orgasm for a minute longer until I feel her body sag with post-orgasm exhaustion. I sit up and see her hands turning slightly white from the full weight of her tired body, so I spring into action.
I wipe my hands on my jeans before removing the belt from the handle then free her wrists. Once that’s done, I sit back down next to her and remove her blindfold, watching her as her eyes adjust to the dim light in the cab.
Before she can start to think about the mess between her legs and what just transpired between us, I take her chin in my hand and kiss her. My lips are still wet with her arousal, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. She sighs into my mouth as I work my hands down her shoulders and her arms, restoring any circulation that was lost while I played.
“You okay?” I pull away to study her.
A giggle leaves her, and while the sound is new and surprising, it warms my heart and fills my chest cavity with butterflies.
“You could say that,” she says.
I kiss her forehead, smiling against her crown. When her hand starts to creep up my thigh toward my straining length, I lay my hand over hers to stop her ascent.
“It’s okay, Lemon.”
She presses a kiss to my lips and tries to move her hand again. “But I want to.”
I pull back and look into her eyes. The desire in them has me questioning my decision to say no. “This was for you.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’ve had a long couple of days and need some rest. After that, if you still want to, I’ll give you anything you want.”
She blinks at me, almost as if she’s trying to wake herself up from a dream. Then I think she looks a little hurt.
“Hey, now,” I soothe. “I don’t expect a tit for tat here. If someone taught you that, they can kick rocks. I enjoyed what we did, if you didn’t notice.” I grin slyly. “You giving yourself to me was enough. Please know that.”
I kiss her to punctuate what I said before pulling her pants off the back of the seat. “Now, let’s get inside before someone comes down here and thinks my truck is about to combust,” I tease, pointing to the fogged-up windows.
She blushes and takes her pants, the real and genuine smile I worked hard to get on her face settling something in me. I don’t know what it is, but I feel calmer, not as restless as I usually do. I hold on to that feeling, hoping it doesn’t go away.