Chapter 31 #3
My heart races out of my chest. I don’t know what to do when he’s so intense.
He spreads my legs, one of his hands groping my breast, the other coming to my clit, which he pinches. It’s like an electric shock zaps right the way through me, making me buck off the table. “You don’t want me to play dirty, love. I’m happy to torture you until you give me what I want.”
Fuck, the deathly serious look in his dark eyes tells me how much trouble I’m in.
The sickness from earlier comes back. Was Miss Arnott right about him?
Would he really hurt me? Even still, I glare back at him, showing him how fucking strong I am, no matter the position he has me in.
“You don’t get what you want in a relationship by demanding it of someone.
You want me to give myself to you fully, you need to earn the right, K. ”
He slides his fingers through my juices lazily, as if he might actually be thinking on what I just said. Then his hand slips lower, a finger pressing to my back entrance. “Anyone ever touched you here, birdie?”
Absolutely not, is what I want to say. “That’s none of your business.”
A wicked smile paints his lips. “Guess I’ll just find out for myself.” He toys with me, pushing his finger inside, all the way to his knuckle.
“Kasen, fuck,” I whimper, the new sensation overwhelming.
He leans over me, our noses touching. “Claiming every inch of you is going to be fun.” His lips cover mine, kissing me deeply as he works his finger in and out.
I squirm under him, feeling more out of control than I did when he was fucking me roughly against the wall. He’s so passionate, I’m not sure if he wants to punish me or pleasure me. Either way, apparently I’m here for it. My body is aching for more. “More, K,” I murmur into his lips.
“What was that, birdie? I couldn’t hear you.” His eyes are lit up with fresh excitement.
I give him my best death glare. “You heard me, asshole.”
A dark chuckle vibrates from him as he slips his finger out of me and eases in another.
I groan, trying to adjust to the sensation.
There is a filthy look on his face as he spits on his hand and strokes his cock. “You think your tight hole can take me?” In and out he goes, stretching me.
“Fuck,” I moan. This is too much, but I still want more, want him to tip me over the edge just like this.
“That’s not an answer,” he sing-songs, taking delight in the predicament he has me in.
My back arches off the table, searching for more, needing that kind of contact with him. “Yes. Just do it already.”
His grin is sinister; it’s a fine look on him right now. He removes his fingers and takes a hand full of my ass, dragging me closer to the edge of the table. The restraint around my wrists pulls on the hook, stretching me out. The tip of his cock presses into my asshole.
I tense up instantly. There is no way I can take him.
“Relax, birdie, let me in.” His fingers make their way to my clit where he toys with me, rolling my juices over my sensitive spot. To my surprise he’s in no rush, just playing with me, I think giving me time to catch up with him.
With every stroke of his magic fingers, I relax more.
Trust him more. He shifts a little, his cock pushing against my entrance again, but this time it’s super slippery from the way my arousal leaks down to my ass from my pussy.
When he pushes forward, the tip of his cock pushes past my barrier, and it burns like a motherfucker.
I don’t trust him with my life or my heart, but my body does. She’s a slut for him, opening up and giving him a part of me I never thought I would. I feel dirty but in the best way possible, because I can see how badly he wants this.
I cry out, panting, and curse him, trying to adjust as my body wants to push him away. But the sensation is so unlike anything else I have ever experienced. I’m not mad, I want more. My eyes lock with his, fresh determination coming over me. “Do it, fuck me,” I cry out.
“See how perfect we are together.” He thrusts all the way inside of me this time.
I’m so full I can’t see straight, but I can make out the pure pleasure in his eyes.
He’s perfect like this, in a lust haze, obsessed with taking me to a new height.
With an almost frantic look in his eyes, he unties the bindings around my wrists and my hands fall free.
He scoops them up and slips his hands into mine, gripping me so securely it melts my hate for him and transports me back in time to the boy I fell for so long ago.
His eyes lock with mine. “Please don’t block me out again, Dove. I need you.” His words are barely audible, but I hear them loud and clear. King Kasen is begging me to stick around this time. No demands, no threats. This is him asking for what he wants straight up.
I nod. It’s a small gesture, but I can see to him it means everything.
“I missed you,” I whisper, tears way too close to the surface.
Dirty fucking shouldn’t be emotional. It should be rough and raw and a little painful, and it’s all those things, but with this man, it’s so much more.
Because I loved him once, and if he breaks me a second time, I know I won’t recover.
My pussy convulses and so does my ass as I tumble over the edge, cumming in a rush.
He’s right there with me, pumping in and out of me until I feel him jerk forward and fill me.
Tonight was too much. I stare up at him, scared.
I made promises to this man I’m not sure I can keep.
Worse than that, I’m not sure I will ever recover from tonight because there is no forgetting what we just shared and how it made me feel.