29. Kade
Chapter 29
Kade
Is it possible to go from feeling nothing to feeling everything all at once? To feel as if you can finally breathe, like everything that was colorless is now technicolor and everything that was tasteless is now the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten? Because that’s happened to me. And it’s all because of the woman standing in the bathroom in front of me.
Presley’s skin is dewy from her hot shower after a long day’s work. She doesn’t notice me as I stand in the doorway quietly, watching her for a moment. She’s scrunching her wet hair with some mousse that looks like whipped cream. Part of me wants to stop her to tell her that she’ll be showering again before she leaves for Night Hawk, but where’s the fun in that?
What’s more, I like that she’s taking time to get ready for me. I expected nothing less given how she reacted when I felt the stubble on her legs in the truck and her general shyness. That’s why I wanted to give her a bit of warning about what I’ve been dreaming up for us. I hadn’t planned for us to have sex for the first time tonight, but after what happened in the barn earlier with Gavin and the fact that I can tell her anxiety is still through the roof about playing tonight, it seemed appropriate. And I think introducing her to my rope will help ground her.
I wish we had all night, but the next hour or so will have to do.
When Presley finally notices me standing in the doorway, her skin, already flushed from the humid bathroom, turns pinker under my intense gaze.
“Hey, Lemon.” I look her up and down as she turns toward me. She’s wearing a pair of black leggings and an oversized T-shirt with a graphic on it I don’t recognize. She’s makeup-free, but it looks like she’s put on a bit of lip moisturizer because her lips are shiny.
“Hey,” she says, her voice shy.
That shyness just won’t do. I take her by the hips and pull her into me, our bodies colliding. My cock is already at half-mast beneath my jeans, and she gasps when she feels it, her hands flying up to grip my biceps.
“Someone’s excited.” She runs one of her hands through my damp hair. Despite my plans to get dirty with her, I didn’t want to smell like a cow while I worshiped her body, so I showered, too.
“Aren’t you?” I ask, though I know she is. I can practically feel her soft body vibrate against mine, though I’m sure some of it’s from nerves leading up to our first time.
She takes a moment to answer, her eyes darting to the ground. I quickly place a finger under her chin and make her look into my eyes. “None of that, darlin’. You’re going to look at me tonight. I want you to watch everything I do to you.”
A spark of fire lights behind her irises as her mouth parts. Not wanting to waste another second of our precious time together, I seal my lips over hers. A small moan escapes from her, and I absorb it into me, groaning into the kiss as our tongues tangle in a now familiar dance.
When we first kissed, Presley said she was out of practice—but that’s never proven true. She’s an amazing kisser and plays me like a fiddle, knowing exactly how much pressure to give and when I need more or want to take control. As far as I’m concerned, she’s a master, and I can’t get enough of her .
If we’d had more time lately, I would’ve done more than kiss, cuddle, and grind on her like a horny teen. But with Lemon, I’ve been able to be patient because I know she’s worth the wait. She needed time to get used to me—to us—as well, but she’s ready. We’re both ready.
I force myself to pull back, our lips swollen and breathing labored, then I take her hand and tug her toward the room I’ve been staying in—or sort of been staying in, since a lot of nights, Lemon and I end up falling asleep wrapped in each other on her bed or the couch.
With her hand gripped in mine, we cross the short distance to the door, and I step back to let her enter first. I know what she’s going to see, but I don’t want to blindfold her for any of this tonight. She needs to have every sense available to her.
Once she’s in, I close and lock the door behind us. I locked the front door, too, not wanting a repeat of earlier in the barn. Not that Gavin would come looking for me here—he’s pretty much left me alone until today, making good on his word of being done with me. It’s something I didn’t truly think he’d do, which is why today’s invite to dinner was surprising. We’ve only spoken to each other when needed lately, mostly about chores.
That little fact has left a nagging voice in the back of my mind that’s got me wondering if tonight is about involving me more in the dude ranch and finally addressing the papers I found in the house or if the invitation is for something else entirely. It’s not like Gran or Momma have sought me out since our blowup, either, though that was probably at Gavin’s instruction. But that just makes me even more suspicious about tonight.
“Kade.” Presley grips my hand, and I put my full attention on her, leaving it there. I don’t want my lingering problems to taint tonight. She deserves for all of me to be here and present.
“Yes, darlin’?”
“That’s a lot of rope.”
I follow her gaze to the two twin-sized beds I’ve moved together, where coils of rope and other supplies sit on top of the dark-blue duvets. I plant a smirk on my face and step in front of her. “Did you think I was just tying your hands up?”
She cocks her head, eyes wide. “Aren’t you?”
I shake my head, watching her carefully to gauge her reaction. The news surprises her, but the red stain on her neck that’s rising to ghost over her cheeks tells me whatever she’s thinking excites her.
I cup her face in my hands. “I’m going to undress you. Then I’m going to do a chest and waist harness.”
Her body tenses, and I see slight worry flash in her eyes. Since that night in the loft, I’ve been slowly working to help her become more comfortable in her skin. Not just by touching her where she’s comfortable but with things to help build her confidence, like riding lessons on Big John and teaching her how to change the flat tires on her car.
But given her history with her asshole ex and how people in her life have treated her, I’m fully aware that being completely nude in front of me might be difficult, which is why I formed this plan.
“Naked?”
I brush some of her damp hair behind her ear. “Do you trust me?”
Presley’s wide eyes soften at my words, and she leans her cheek into my hand. “You know I do.”
“You’re beautiful, Presley. I want you to believe that.” Her eyes turn glassy, and I lay a soft kiss on her lips. “But if this is too much, we don’t have to do this. We can—”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I want to.”
Her confirmation allows me to breathe again, and I kiss her once more before I pull away. The blinds and curtains are drawn, but I’ve kept the lights on in the small room. It looks like the one Presley’s staying in but with sky-blue walls.
If I had more time, I would’ve found some candles and put the lights on dimmers, but I like that it’s not dark. I want her to know I see her—and that I like every part of her. More than like.
“I’m going to undress you now. Is that okay?”
She chews on her lower lip and nods. I tsk. “Remember what we’ve talked about? Use your words, darlin’. I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours.”
“Yes, please undress me.”
Warmth blooms in my chest, and my heart rate picks up. “Good girl.” I maintain eye contact with her as I trail my hands down her arms, enjoying how the soft hair tickles my palms. When I reach her hands, I squeeze them gently before taking the hem of her T-shirt. “Remember, if at any time anything becomes too much, you say stop. Understand?”
“Yes,” she exhales, her voice heady.
“Lift up your arms for me.”
She nods, following my request. My heart beats louder in my ears as I focus on my task. I tug the cotton up, my lips parting as I become mesmerized by the sight of her. Inch by inch, her round belly and heaving chest is revealed to me, like a curtain rising on a stage and Presley is my star.
I’ve imagined this moment on nights I couldn’t sleep and mornings in the shower, wondering how she’d look under the baggy clothes she wears or her Night Hawk uniform. But nothing could prepare me for the real thing.
I throw the shirt away and let her stand before me in her simple black bra and leggings, giving her time to adjust. Just as I thought she would, she moves to cover herself under my gaze, but I gently take her wrists in mine.
“Don’t cover up what’s mine,” I growl. “You’re fucking perfect.” There’s no anger in my voice, just heat. I want her to know how much I want her. How much I desire her. “Just breathe, yes?”
She relaxes in my hold, and once I’m sure she won’t try to cover herself up again, I release her arms.
“Can I continue? ”
“Yes, Kade.”
My cock jumps in my pants. God, she’s perfect, like an angel sent from heaven just for me to corrupt, to cherish.
With my eyes still on hers, I reach around her back, finding the clasp of her bra. I undo it with ease, tugging the straps down her round shoulders to reveal her perky breasts. Her dusky nipples are tight buds, ready for me to bite and suck, but I hold off. Good things come to those who wait.
I smile to myself as I throw the bra on top of her discarded shirt, then I use my pointer finger to trail a line from her neck to her navel. She shivers at the featherlight touch, and I remind her to breathe again. When she does, I continue to move my finger over her stomach in small circular patterns, waiting for her to relax and enjoy the feeling.
Since Devil’s Rock, Presley has initiated my touches to her midriff, and she’s been letting my hands wander more and more, encouraging my caresses to become stronger strokes. But now, I want to take this slowly, get her used to the sensations. That way, when the rope is wrapped around her, she’ll be ready for it.
I trace more circles, increasing the pressure then moving up higher before venturing down to the band of her leggings and around her navel. When her breathing evens out, I see her eyes have grown darker, telling me that she’s enjoying my touch. I work my way back up again, drawing circles around her budded nipples then brushing the tips of each. A small whimper escapes her lips as her eyes start to close, signaling that it’s time to move on.
I pull away from her breasts, and she watches with hooded eyes as I finger the elastic of her pants. “Remember what I told you, Presley.” I kneel in front of her, taking a small risk—though my heart tells me she’s ready for this.
Her lips part as I curl my fingers into her waistband, tugging the fabric down as I begin to pepper varying types of soft and open-mouthed kisses on the skin of her stomach .
She gasps. “Kade!” Her hands fly to my hair, fingers curling around the dusty-blond strands. For a split second, I think she may tell me to stop, but she only adds pressure to my head, urging me on. Relieved that my risk is being rewarded, I continue to gently kiss the curves lined with faint stretch marks as I push her leggings down her body.
I groan when I’m met with her pussy instead of underwear. The tuft of hair covering her sex is freshly trimmed, and she’s already wet and glistening for me. I don’t know if it’s from everything she’s feeling or from what I just did, but either way, the fact that she’s enjoying this makes me immeasurably happy.
“Always surprising me,” I murmur, glancing up to meet her glassy gaze filled with what looks like awe. I decide right here and now that I want to see her look at me like this all the time. I want her to always feel cherished and special, to know that she deserves to be treated properly like the amazing woman she is.
With that thought warm in my gut, I help her step out of her leggings. I ghost the pads of my fingers up her calves and thick thighs, watching goosebumps fan out as I do. Unable to resist, I kiss the rounded flesh at the top of her pretty center before I stand.
Slipping my finger under her chin, I catch her gaze to check in with her. “How are you feeling?”
“Exposed.”
I nod and stroke her heated cheek. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she says. Her voice is more level than I expect it to be, and my chest fills to the brim with pride. I’m happy that she can feel that way with me and be okay.
“Can I continue?”
“Yes, Kade.”
I hum my approval, her words going straight to my already hard cock as I pull my plain white T-shirt up and over my head, tossing it beside her clothes. Her eyes drink me in like I’m water in the middle of the desert, and I realize this is the first time she’s seeing me without clothes on, too. She swallows, her heated gaze meeting mine when she’s had her fill.
“You like what you see, Lemon?”
“Very much.”
A smile tugs at my lips. The woman I met in the back of Night Hawk wouldn’t have been forthcoming with that information, but it’s written all over her face right now, anyway.
“Good.” I drag my knuckles down her neck and chest. “Because I like what I see very much, too.”
Presley’s irises turn bright at my compliment, and she returns my small smile. I reach up to caress her nipples, and when she gasps, I capture the reaction with my lips in a short kiss.
Knowing that if I keep kissing her, we’ll never get to what I have planned, I pull back and walk to the beds. Presley’s eyes remain focused on me as I pick up two long coils of tan-and-red two-ply jute rope that I’ve conditioned with food-grade mineral oil.
It’s funny how my entire body relaxes as I grip the rough-textured ropes in my hands. It feels almost like coming home or seeing an old friend and settles the deep need for control I have inside me—the need to direct, manage, and take good care of the things I love.
When I’m tying someone up, it’s not only challenging, requiring my mind to be focused on my partner, but it’s also fun and intimate, too. Just like with spanking and other forms of kink, rope is a way to connect with someone on a deeper level, to learn trust through being vulnerable and open. That’s the real reason I’ve chosen this for us tonight, going beyond my desire to simply see Presley in my ropes.
I take a deep breath and center myself, moving to stand in front of her willing body that looks more beautiful than even my best fantasies imagined. “I’m going to start tying you now,” I say, holding up the rope.
Presley eyes them and licks her lips, curiosity sparking in her gaze .
“It’s called a four-braid harness, and it’s meant to be a little uncomfortable, to bring you into your body and push you a little, like spankings.”
Presley bites her lower lip, and I know she’s thinking about that night in the loft.
I brush my finger down her cheek. “I think you’ll enjoy it. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
I press my lips to hers for a kiss to ground and connect us, exploring her mouth that tastes of mint toothpaste and something that’s all her own. When I pull back, she’s gazing at me with adoration, trust, and an ease I know reflects in my eyes, too.
“Good girl,” I croon. “Now, stand up straight, and let me take care of you.”