Chapter 9 #2
Lowering my head, I watched my hands take me closer to him, ring sparkling from the light overhead. His bare feet came into view, and I stalled in that spot, staring at his beautiful feet. Everything about him appealed to me, and I hated it.
“Kiss my feet, Kayla.”
The fucked up part about this? I leaned down and did so without a second thought.
“You are mine. You follow my commands so well. I bet if I brought out the bullwhip, you’d take it right now.”
He was probably right. I was lost in my desire for him, but I still managed to utter two words. “You promised.”
“And I keep my promises. No bullwhip. But I am your Master. Just because you refuse to say the word doesn’t mean you don’t think it, don’t act on it.” He stepped back a few feet. “Put your nose to the floor and spread your arms out in front of you.”
I stretched my body, nose to the floor, in the ultimate pose of submission.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. God, Kayla, get up. I need you so bad right now I’m about to explode.”
I got to my feet, and he swept me into his arms. The light went out an instant before he crawled over me on the bed. I sank into the soft mattress, and we meshed together, naked body against naked body as he cradled my face in his hands. I breathed in his breath and tasted my own need.
“Kayla,” he said before dropping his forehead to mine. “I’ve fucked you all kinds of ways, but tonight…I just want to love you.”
“Then love me,” I choked. A tear trickled down my cheek. His words filled me up so much. I gasped for air, overcome by it all, by the sensation of his body against mine, our hearts beating in sync. He was like several people rolled into one, but right at this moment, this version of him had me.
I was his forever.
“Do you forgive me?” he asked.
“I…I’m trying.”
“Do you love me?”
“I’m trying not to.”
“You’re good at obeying me, so try less hard on that second point.”
He raised my arms over my head, and his fingers trailed down the sides of my breasts as he kissed a wet path to my navel, over the scars of my past. “I could murder him for doing this to you.” His fingers brushed over my stab wounds.
“You’re still perfection though.” He swirled his tongue there, but I felt his kiss everywhere.
Another tear leaked out; he was cleansing me of the pain I’d carried with me for so long. “Don’t break my heart, Gage.”
“I’ll protect your heart.” He kissed his way south, down my thighs until he reached my knees.
He placed a kiss on each one before pushing them apart, and I shivered as his breath fanned over me.
“Come as many times as you need to. Don’t wait, don’t ask for permission.
You have it.” His fingers entered me first, followed by the intense heat of his mouth claiming me.
I wrapped my fingers around the bars of the headboard and moaned.
He’d never made me come this way before, and I wanted it so badly—wanted my taste flooding his senses.
His tongue circled, once, twice, three times, and I cried his name.
He spiraled a finger inside me, plunging deeper.
The headboard shook as I held on, my body arching…
arching until I thought I’d break. Still, he didn’t stop.
My legs trembled, cramped, and I bucked my hips in desperation, wanting more his mouth, more of his fingers.
More of him. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.
The slide of his tongue felt incredibly good, so hot and wet and making me throb from the heels of my feet to the top of my head.
I was about to fly apart underneath him.
And then he did the unthinkable. He stopped.
“Oh God! Don’t stop!” I was a mess, tears drenching my face, body shaking, heart racing way ahead of me, and he was fucking stopping? “Please, I’m begging you. Love me.”
“I do,” he said, his voice floating to me on a hoarse whisper. “Say it.”
“Say what? Damn it, Gage!” I raised my hips toward him, but he didn’t put his mouth on me again.
“Who am I?”
I lifted my head and saw the shadow of him crouched between my knees, like a predator about to feast. “You’re my damn Master!
You own me, body, mind, soul. Please…God…
don’t stop.” Out of breath, I collapsed against the mattress again, and when his tongue burrowed into my sex, I screamed and shattered.
My hands left the headboard and fisted his hair, holding him to me like a greedy whore.
But I was his whore. Just his. Only his.
He crawled up my body, and his arms enfolded me as he slipped inside, agonizingly slow.
He wasn’t in a hurry this time, wasn’t a beast driven by his wants and needs.
The connection between us terrified and confused me, left me in awe of this brutal yet passionate man who turned me to liquid with his touch.
He gripped my face, and his kiss reached the center of my being as our bodies moved together. God, he owned me in that kiss.
“Come for me again,” he whispered, breaking our lip-lock and settling his head on my chest. “It’s the sexiest sound ever, baby.”
Another orgasm was already building, rushing through the dam he’d broken, and I cried out in short, breathless whimpers with each unhurried thrust. Warmth flooded where our bodies connected, and the heat seemed to span from here until never.
Oh God…Oh God…
“You feel so amazing,” he said, burying his face in my breasts. “I’ll never get enough.” With one final plunge, he tensed and groaned my name.
And the truth hit me with the force of a hurricane. He was making love to me. This wasn’t about fucking, wasn’t about claiming or possessing me.
This was about loving me.