Chapter 3 #2
He stood. Holding me against his body with one arm like I was weightless, he carried me down the hall to his room.
The lighting was dim, but it wasn’t dark.
The room was just as simple as the other one, but the bed was bigger than the one in the guest room.
He put me on the bed before opening a drawer and pulling out a rope and a long red scarf or something. Finally, he turned and looked at me.
“You nervous?” he asked, studying my face.
“No,” I lied.
My curiosity outweighed my fear. I watched carefully as he kissed each of my wrist before binding them together in the silky red scarf.
Guiding me further onto the bed, he laid me back and kissed his way down my throat.
Before I knew it, he hooked the tie to the headboard like he had done that a thousand times, before finally making eye contact with me.
“Good. ’Cause now you don’t get to run. The only thing you get to do is cum and scream my name.”
Although I knew he was serious as hell, I laughed. Maybe to settle my nerves. Still, I said, “OK.”
“My name is the only thing I want to hear bouncing off these walls.”
His declaration made me squirm. This wasn’t the Kannon I was used to. I had no idea who this dark, sexy man who looked like he was ready to eat me alive in one bite was. Whoever he was right now drove me crazy. The throbbing of my clit made me clench my thighs together.
Kannon chuckled dryly as he moved from the head of the bed to my feet. I looked down in anticipation as he picked up one of my feet and kissed it right in the arch.
“What’s your safe word, Carteay?” he asked as he secured another silk tie around my ankle.
“Mercy,” I whispered.
Once he had my ankles secured to opposite ends of the bed, he spoke again. “Say it and I stop. Otherwise, I’m eating this pussy until you forget how to spell your own damn name.”
His dark eyes lingered on mine for a second. Kannon was always reading me, even when I didn’t want it. I didn’t want him to sense the fear in my eyes, but something told me he saw it. Something told me that he even liked it. For some strange reason, so did I.
“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he mumbled as his finger trailed down my stomach. “I finally put that smart ass mouth on mute.”
“Shut up,” I hissed.
“Make me,” he challenged right before diving headfirst between my thighs.
His movements were slow like he had all day to play with me. His enormous hands anchored me to the bed when my hips raised to chase the heat of his glorious mouth. He felt so good. I knew it wouldn’t take much more of his lazy French kisses to ruin me.
“Kannon,” I whined.
My hips bucked, dragging a low and sinister laugh from him before he sucked my clit into his mouth. I wanted to grab the back of his head, but I couldn’t move. I was completely at his mercy. Still, I wasn’t ready to say it.
His head shook from side to side as his tongue moved at lightning speed strumming away my pain and sorrow.
My release came in a flash flood, and Kannon hummed as he hungrily lapped up every drop.
The vibration hit right at the base of my spine.
Just when my head started to spin from overstimulation, he pulled back and blew gentle gusts of cool air on my aching center.
“Kannon,” I panted.
“Say it,” he teased, licking his lips as he looked up at me, waiting for a response.
“No.” I shook my head, refusing to tap out.
“Good girl.”
Apparently, that was his cue to go for round two. My heightened sensitivity caused my shoulders to lift from the bed as I fought against the restraints. I needed to push his head away from me. It was too much. How could something that felt so good feel so torturous at the same time?
“Kannon, please! I can’t.”
My words didn’t seem to move him as he continued to feast, shoving two fingers in for good measure.
Even his fingers felt like heaven as I thrust my hips to meet them.
Before long, I could feel my essence running down my ass again.
By the time my second orgasm let me go, I felt like I was boneless.
I couldn’t even open my eyes, let alone put up a fight against a third.
My weakened state must have been Kannon’s cue to let up because he finally took his mouth off me and removed his fingers. I had no idea when he’d gotten naked, but he didn’t have on any clothes as he slid between my trembling thighs.
I wanted to touch him, needed to hold onto him to anchor myself. Kannon hovered over me making sickeningly slow circles around my opening with the head of his dick. The palm of his free hand dragged up to my throat possessively before he pushed inside, making me curse into the air.
My back bowed off the bed, but the silk ties held me in place. He groaned under his breath as he pulled out and filled me again. His thrusts were intense, but his pace was unhurried as he pounded into me. My mouth hung open as the fullness pulled at the strings of my sanity.
“Don’t try to fuckin’ run. You need me to stop, just say the word.”
“I won’t,” I groaned.
He chuckled before catching one of my nipples between his teeth. I gasped but fell into a moan when he soothed the ache with his tongue.
“You talk big shit, but you’re shaking like a leaf, baby. You sure you good?” he teased, licking his lips as he grinned up at me. Shame and hunger pulled me in different directions.
“Yes. Shut up and fuck me.”
Following my command, he rolled his hips thrusting deeper, until I screamed out in agony. My orgasm snuck up on me sending my head flying back and pressing into the pillow.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Right now, I’m claiming this shit. Until those ties come off, you’re mine.”
I gave up the fight, letting go as Kannon continued to pummel my pussy with a brutal tenderness that made every nerve in my body unravel. When my screams became too sharp, he slowed his pace and dropped his forehead to mine.
“You still with me, C?”
“Yes,” I muttered weakly. “Yes.”
“Say it, Carrie.”
“No, I need it. Make me take it, Kannon,” I challenged.
He groaned raggedly and closed his eyes for a full breath before picking the pace back up. “That’s what I love to hear, my good girl. Take it. Let me hear that shit.”
Another powerful orgasm stormed through me, and I knew I would lose my mind once I realized that this wasn’t a dream. This man was a beast. Snapping my eyes closed, I pressed my head and shoulders into the bed to brace myself for the storm.
“Look at me when you cum, Carteay. That’s mine.” His voice came out strained.
My eyes drifted open weakly just in time for him to clamp both hands around my throat. His breathing sputtered before a round of grunts indicated that he was cumming too.
Once it was over, he moved down to my feet and untied one of my ankles, kissing it softly before moving to the other. He paid the same attention to my left ankle, then kissed his way up my body until his lips met my wrists.
He took his time loosening the knot, kissing my wrists as he rubbed the lines the scarf made with his thumbs. Getting comfortable next to me, Kannon pulled me into his chest and kissed the top of my head. My breathing steadied as I listened to his heartbeat.
“You good, Carrie?”
His tone was careful. I knew he was concerned about if his big ass hurt me.
“Yes,” I said, nodding to add to my assurance. For the first time in a long time, I meant it.
“Stay here,” he said before sliding out of bed and vanishing into the bathroom. Seconds later, he came back with a warm washcloth.
“You made such a beautiful mess, Carteay. I’ll clean up behind you anytime.”
I struggled to stay awake while he cleaned me up, complimenting me on the mess we’d made. When he was done, he tucked me in like a baby and slid in next to me. With his hands behind his head, he looked down at me.
“Sleep, Carrie.”
Daylight had a way of turning unbridled passion into something more like regret. Slivers of golden sun peeked through Kannon’s curtains casting streaks of light across his bed, as I lay there trying to decide if I should get up or not.
Being swaddled in sheets that felt like heaven and smelled like him felt like a better decision than facing the ones I’d made in the past twelve hours. Kannon had been out of bed for a while, but I could still feel him.
I could still feel his hands on my skin and his breath on my neck.
I could still feel the way his voice broke around my name right before he came.
I wanted to hold on to that memory as long as I could, but eventually I would have to come up for air.
The smell of coffee called to me louder than my need to hide away in his bed forever.
I ran my hands down my face, urging myself not to cry.
I had shed enough tears in back seats of limos and ducked away in dressing rooms to last a lifetime.
There was no reason for me to cry about what happened last night.
Last night was everything. Last night was mine.
Last night was the first thing I’d done just for me in a long time.
Unlike everyone else, Kannon hadn’t taken anything from me.
I’d offered myself to him. Hell, I’d begged for it.
What he gave was much more than I could have ever imagined.
I lost track of how many orgasms I had. My brain was still foggy, and my throat was scratchy from screaming his name like a banshee all night.
Still, the light of day made everything heavier. A new day gave more gravity to the situation. It had been hours since I’d gone off the grid. I knew everyone was looking for me. The label, Cy—everybody was probably losing their shit by now, but I didn’t care.