Chapter 17 Cade
SEVENTEEN
CADE
She obeys so perfectly. Turns and presents me her ass without question before twisting her arms behind her back, placing them in the exact position I need them. I strip my belt from my waist and loop the leather around her wrists, securing her tight enough to hold her without causing lasting pain.
“Lily. Short for calla lily. That’s your safe word if you want out of these.”
She wiggles, testing, and turns her head to see me. She’s glowing, and I thank every fucking thing in this universe that the pen pal program made her mine. I rub my hand over the smooth skin of her ass and dip between her legs, caressing her clit.
“So, so beautiful,” I croon and her body reacts. “You respond so well to compliments. Did you know that?”
“Who wouldn’t?”
My fingers dip inside her, pulling out some of her cum while undoing my own jeans. I once dreamed of making her unzip me. Actions she’d take to fully accept me, but now that she’s bent over the table, bound, this is preferable.
“It’s different with you.”
“You’re touching me. Doesn’t count.”
“Doesn’t it?” I curl my fingers inside, taking more of her cum to coat my cock in.
“You think you’re only wet from my touch and my mouth, and not because you enjoy being told how sexy you look, bent over, tied up, and made available to me whenever I want?
That I could very well sit back down and make you come with just a few nice words. ”
She lightly moans, twisting until her shoulders dig into the table and she’s peeking behind at me. “I dare you.”
My thumb circles the head of my cock, spreading precum as that part of my body demands slipping inside her—to fulfil months of visualizing. But if she believes daring me is a good idea, she’ll need to be proven otherwise.
I grasp her hips and flip her around until she’s seated on the table. Her gaze drops to my unbuttoned jeans and my cock standing to attention and widens—her own little form of giving praise that I accept, feeling pretty damn proud of her approval.
I drop into the seat again and grasp myself. “Spread your legs for me.”
She does so without hesitation.
“If you think, for one second, that my age being above yours or my role in a gang means shit all to the power you command over me, you truly have no idea how special you are to me, Aspen.”
Her lips part on her inhale.
“I could sit here like this all day and night and be content watching you squirm. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on and I’m so glad to call you mine.
” She licks her lips and her legs twitch with the desire to come together again, seeking pressure on her clit.
“You taste divine and you look even tastier. I never realized what I wanted in life until meeting you.”
She wiggles again, her bound arms calling attention to her tight, little nipples.
“Sexy and beautiful and all mine. You didn’t run tonight because you know. You understand. And you want this, don’t you? You want me?”
“Yes,” she replies on a low gasp.
“You feelin’ it now, what I was talking about?
You’re twitching like crazy, baby. You long for release, don’t you?
” Her head jerks on a whimper that makes my hand tighten around myself.
I need to be careful not to come until I’m inside her.
“I like when you come. There’s nothing more beautiful than watching your face twist with need. ”
“Cade.”
“I know, sweetheart. Soon. Soon, you’ll understand why I compliment you so much, my smart and beautiful girl. So innocent until I corrupted you. Now, you allow convicts into your life, into your home…soon into your pussy.”
“That isn’t who you are anymore.”
I freeze and study her, searching for that blatant honesty. She just ripped my chest open and took my heart for herself with that comment. Acceptance is a strange thing; so hard to come by.
I release myself to stand, swiping a finger through her core. She jerks at my touch, whimpers, and arches forward, seeking more. “You’re drenched. All from a little talking.”
“Mhm. But so…are you.” She tilts her head and stares down at my cock, swiping her bottom lip with her tongue.
“Want a taste?” I started eager to get inside her, but after a year of imagining these pouty lips causing sin on every level…well, I’m only so strong.
Her eyes blaze as she nods. I help her off the table, massaging her upper arms as I do so. I wouldn’t have bound her so early on if predicting further foreplay, but I also can’t deny the appeal of her like this.
She settles on the ground in front of me, rising onto her knees. I almost undo her, simply so she can grasp me herself, but we have all the time in our lives for that. Sliding my hand into her hair and holding myself with my other, I bring her mouth closer.
Fireworks explode behind my lids when my head falls back, crumbling beneath the utter pleasure that is my girl’s mouth.
Her lips pull tight around my head as she slides down my length and drags her tongue back up.
She flicks the sensitive places and moans, curling her tongue around me as she goes back down.
Fuck. “Here I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.
Fuck, you look good like this.” I slide her hair to the side, until one half her face is cleared for my viewing.
“Look at you…bound, needy, and moanin’ around my cock.
To think, you believed we weren’t right for one another, but you’re the only woman for me.
The only one who can please me in such a way. ”
She moans at the praise and my balls draw up. Between everything earlier, and my own hand, I refuse to come before being inside her, so while drawing her away from me feels like a cruel death so cold, it’s also a necessary evil.
I tilt her head back with the grip I maintain on her hair until she’s bent over.
Her lips are dark, eyes filled with desire, and chest heaving from deep breaths.
I take her mouth as I lift her back to her feet, tasting myself on her.
The possessive beast inside me vows to make the rest of her taste and smell like me too.
“You did so good. You see how a few compliments get you places?” I stroke her between her legs, thumb circling her clit until she gives me that delicious sound.
Then I turn her back to the table, bend her over, and kick her feet apart. Between her spit, my precum, and the desire between her legs that I rub my cock through, I’m more than ready to be inside her. I position myself at her core and push in slowly.
“Been dreaming of this for a long damn time.”
Hair in my grip, I tilt her backwards as I slam my way home, thighs to her ass, cock buried as deep inside her as possible. She cries out my name and lifts onto her toes to meet me halfway, which is nearly adorable if I wasn’t in such a desperate need to flood her insides.
Shit. Condom. I’d forgotten to put one on—something never done—nor inquire about birth control. She’s a smart girl, so she’s probably on something. And if she isn’t…well, imagining Aspen pregnant isn’t such a terrible thing.
But with her upcoming PhD plans, also something I don’t want for her yet, so I grind out, “Birth control?”
“The pill.”
“Good, ’cause you feel like fuckin’ nirvana. Months of waiting made worth it.” Grip in her hair, the other around her bound wrists, I push into her harder. She slides up the table, but a firm grip keeps her in place.
“Cade—”
I like that she can’t finish. That her head tries to fall forward, only to be kept up by my grasp. Maybe I’ll grant her this. Maybe, if I didn’t enjoy the sight of her so much.
“It’s too much.”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
That makes her tighten around me. Between her, her sucking earlier, and the fact it’s been ten fucking years since being inside a woman, I keep murmuring words of affirmation, getting her to the edge so by the time I thrust a final time, cock shooting warmth to her insides, she’s screaming my name and proving to the world who now owns her ass.
I release her hair slowly, letting her lower her head to the table and then unbind her arms, massaging feeling back into them. She groans lightly and then laughs into the wood.
“Can’t believe that just happened.”
“I can.” I stroke a finger down her damp back, tracing the curve of her ass. One day, I’ll take that too. Maybe in this position as well. One day, when she’s more comfortable with her life changing in such a short time. “You did well.”
I flip her onto her back and drag her to the edge of the table, not bothering to give my body the downtime it wants before re-entering her.
She arches her back. “I thought you just said I did well.”
“I did. But not that I’m finished with you.”
Her heat, her tightness, the fact that it’s been years all have me ready to go again. With her legs wrapping my waist, I’m home. This right here—her—she’s what I’ve been waiting so long for. Aspen is the best thing to ever happen to me.
Gripping her hips with one hand, my other pushing a knee up so she’s spread wider, I pound roughly into her, constantly needing to drag her back down to me as my thrusts nudge her up the table. She’s moaning words that don’t make much sense, but it’s okay.
Me too, I silently tell her I push in deeper, harder, keeping my eyes on her.
“God, Cade, I don’t think I can. I’m so tired.”
“One more.” I circle her clit with my thumb, and her pussy clamps down on me. “Be good and give me one more. You can do it because you’re perfect. You’re made for me.”
Her nails slide against the edge of the table, seeking control. So I keep talking, taking her to the edge again.
“Your heart is so fuckin’ large. You’re the best person I know. You came so beautifully, and I want to see it again. Think you can do that for me?”
Whimpering, she nods.
“Atta girl. You’ll always give me what I need, while I’ll give you the world. But first, let me feel you. Tight and warm around me, squeezing my cock like crazy. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here with you.”
That does it. Even breathless, her back arches, body constricts, spasming as she orgasms again. A feeling that’ll soon be an addiction—but an addiction I’ll never purge from my system.
Once she’s calm and slumped to the table, I gather her into my arms and carry her bridal style into her bedroom, where I tuck her into bed. She reaches for me as I move away, arguing, “I should clean up before bed.”
“You should stay right there because once you sleep, I’m taking you again. We have a lifetime to make up for.”
With a kiss to her forehead, I head out of the room to retrieve our things from the kitchen. A text is waiting on my phone, which sends a sensation as almost as victorious as being inside her pussy.
MM
Superiors agreed to talk to him but wouldn’t wait until tomorrow. He took the deal. Your instincts were right.
Although it’d been sent close to a half-hour ago, I write him back.
Me
How’s that promotion feeling?
MM
Fuck off, no promotion. It certainly didn’t make me look bad. It’s a positive mark in my file for sure.
Me
Pleasure doing business with you.
MM
Fuck off.
Fucking off won’t be on my to-do.
Fucking her is.