Chapter Ten #2
“What are you smiling about?”
This time, I meet his gaze. “A group of men waiting outside the door you invited over.”
His eyes narrow. “That’s dirty talk, Vi. Any man touches you, and I kill him, understand? I’ll gut him. Feed him his own dick. Talk’s one thing, doing it is completely different.” He pauses. “Do you want that?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“But it goes both ways.”
Cade laughs. “My sweet Violet, I’m not fucking interested in any other women. I’m actually very picky.”
“Good.”
“Great. Now… Do you trust me?”
I nod.
He holds out his hand until I finally put mine in his. He helps me up and holds me steady until feeling returns and I regain my footing.
“Turn around.”
When I obey, he ties something over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. And then he slips something warm and soft and smelling just like him over my shoulders.
It’s his hoodie, I realize.
I’m engulfed in his heat and scent like I’m wrapped in him.
Vulnerable and protected. That’s how I feel.
“Remember your safe word.”
“Always.” But with him…I don’t need it. With him, I’m protected even when he is using me to his pleasure.
He leads me down the hall and out the door to the landing. He has the entire floor. And suddenly, I remember his neighbors on the other floors. And panic scrabbles at me.
Someone might see me.
I start to tug at the hoodie.
“I don’t think so,” he says. “Leave it.”
“But…”
“But what? You have one word you’re allowed to say.”
I nod, but he doesn’t move.
“What is it, Vi?”
“It’s cement.”
He takes my hair, pulling it back, pressing my naked flesh against him, clothes rubbing into me. “That’s two words.”
Everything tilts off axis.
“Cement.”
And he kisses me. Long and slow and romantic, and his tongue slow-dances with mine until I’m spinning free in the depths of space.
Cade leads me down the stairs. It feels different here. Cooler, smoother. Not wood.
A wild and erratic laugh that’s tinged with heart-pounding hysteria bubbles up. Cement, that’s what the stairs feel like under my feet. Cement.
But I swallow the laugh and breathe in.
The air is mustier than I’ve ever noticed, and the noises are muted on each floor. It’s pretty late, so maybe everyone’s home.
But still, my heart thumps hard because pretty late means around ten or eleven. I’m not sure where he went in Chinatown, and I’m trying to remember the time on the phone when he asked me what number on the menu I wanted, but I wasn’t paying attention to the time. I was paying attention to him.
Besides, this is New York. People get around. It’s a big city.
I know it gets quiet, and there are pockets of times when streets get deserted.
But there’s always the possibility of running into someone. Anyone. Of being seen.
My breath catches as we reach the ground floor.
Everything feels different with the blindfold on.
Quieter, mustier.
He pushes open a door, and I’m met with the sound of a car horn honking a few streets away, and the cool night air that still holds the kiss of the perfect summer’s day.
I’m near a wall, there’s heat radiating from it.
The pavement is warm under my feet. Voices pass down the street, travelling in volume from soft to loud to soft again, and a shiver runs through me.
I’m basically naked.
Outside.
In public.
Blindfolded.
With bare feet.
Panic sets in. Not at the fact I’m barefoot or I’m naked in a hoodie he didn’t even zip up. No. It’s that anyone can see me. It should be horror-inducing, but it isn’t.
It’s a turn on.
He suddenly pushes me in against the wall and kisses me, long, deep, and thorough.
This isn’t like the kiss before. This one is hard, hot, consuming.
Our tongues dance, and he tastes of sex and need and power. Of want and desire, and I’m weak at the knees.
I cling to him. I want him desperately. Now. I want whatever it is he’s going to give to me.
I want it all.
He breaks the kiss, and we’re both breathing hard, and the hammering of his heart makes mine slam hard.
Cade steps back, pulling free of my touch, and something clatters on the ground.
“Remove the blindfold and put on the shoes.”
I do as ordered and swallow hard.
It’s one thing knowing you’re outside basically naked, and another seeing the reality.
I tremble.
“You have your word. You could use it.”
“No.”
“That’s my girl. Shoes.” He doesn’t smile, just tugs the hoodie open as I lean on him to get my feet into the slide-on heels.
They’re mine, of course, and it should bug me he went and rooted through my things, but it doesn’t.
I like it.
If he started dressing me day in and day out, I wouldn’t like it, but this…it’s hot.
Everything he does is hot.
I struggle to slide my feet into the shoes because his hands are feeling me up. Palming my breasts and tweaking my nipples, sliding down to steal into the heat of my pussy, a finger penetrating me, and I spasm, but he doesn’t stay.
Cade pulls out, then plays with my clit, stroking it and pinching and pulling at the front of my pussy lips.
It feels unbelievably good.
And I tremble.
I know what he’s doing. He’s making me look like I just got fucked. It’s a dirty little game of degradation we’re playing, and this tiny part just adds another layer of deliciousness.
I want to squirm and hide. I want to memorize every second of this experience.
When I breathe in, my head goes light as my stomach flutters.
And I cling to him, a few precious moments longer.
Then I push my foot into the second shoe.
Cade knows the moment the shoes are on.
He pushes me upright and tugs the edges of his hoodie together but doesn’t zip them up, and instead says, “Come with me.”
I look around.
We’re in the back alley of his apartment, and I think we must have taken a different exit.
He starts walking, motioning me next to him, and he makes me cross the road.
One person hurries along, chatting into their phone, barely even looking at us.
There’s a small park across from Cade’s building, mostly for working out or walking dogs, and there’s a park bench under a tree.
There aren’t many lights, but if someone looked, they’d see us.
He stops me, leaning against the tree as he takes me in. “You could get arrested in that, Vi,” He motions me closer. “Want to tempt fate and take my hoodie off?”
“I—”
“It was rhetorical.” He moves, circling me. “Take it off.”
A thrum of sharp delight sings through me.
I do as he says. And I stand there, naked, in front of him and the world, and I don’t care about anything or anyone but him.
My juices slick down my upper thigh.
“I should make you walk up and down that street naked. But this time, I’ll keep you for myself.” And Cade pushes me against the tree, parting my thighs, and pushing two fingers into me as he starts to fuck me with them.
He hooks his fingers, and the motion with his thrusting is utterly divine.
“One day, I’ll tie you here, blindfolded, naked. Put a sign up, offering you for free. And you’ll love it, won’t you?”
“Yesss…”
He fucks me harder with his fingers. “You’re such a fucking filthy girl. You’d let me fuck your ass over that bench, wouldn’t you?”
Lightning fire of need sends a shockwave through me. “Yes.”
Yes, yes, I want him to. I want all of it. All the nasty, degraded things he can think of.
I need every one of his words.
He starts to stroke my clit with his thumb, and he leans in, “See how I’m standing?
I’m letting whoever wants to see you get off watch.
I want men to jerk off over you. And next time, I’m making you ride me reverse cowgirl, on that bench.
Maybe I’ll get a spotlight for you. Christ, you’re almost coming, aren’t you? ”
I whimper. I’m trying so hard to keep the waves at bay even as they keep trying to crash into me.
I want this to last. I want all his dirty words to tumble over me and keep tumbling, all the nasty things he plans to do.
All the chasing me, chaining me, fucking me to an inch of my life, of making me live to worship his cock, of how he’s going to bury his face in my pussy and make me orgasm until I pass out.
I don’t want to come, not yet, not until his litany is done.
“You’re so fucking wet, Vi. A dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
I moan.
“My slut. Fucking gorgeous and wild and utterly filthy.”
“Cade,” I moan.
“Open your eyes. Look at the world. And come for me.”
And I start to spasm, a wave of orgasmic bliss hits me just as I lock eyes on someone watching us from across the street.
Not just someone.
“Jack!”
And I lose it completely.
Horror mixes in with my orgasm. I can’t stop it, and I can’t stop looking at my ex.
I go stiff and turn into Cade hugging him close, trying to stop him.
“Jack!”
“Now, now, Vi. You’re making a habit out of saying other men’s names when I get you off, and I’m not sure I like it. Especially when it’s—”
“No! Jack. He’s across the street.”
“Fuck me.” Cade pulls his fingers from me and shoves his hoodie at me. Spinning around and standing in front of me as I hurriedly pull it on, missing the arm holes three times, but I manage it, and then I pull it shut, covering my nakedness and shame, and I zip it up with shaking fingers.
Maybe I imagined it, maybe I imagined Jack out of guilt, as part of the backlash for what we’ve been doing. Maybe—
I peek past Cade.
Jack is striding over.
“Jack,” Cade says. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He stands in front of us, staring, his lip pulling back, but I can see the hurt in his eyes, and I’m now suddenly burning with shame that threatens to drown me.
I’m about five inches tall and shrinking. I drop my head against Cade’s back.
This isn’t how I wanted him to find out.
It doesn’t matter what he did or didn’t do.
It’s still Jack. Still someone I care about.
And…
Hell.
I close my eyes, Cade’s erratic and fast heartbeat vibrating through me. And I shift closer, into his heat, like I’m trying to somehow become part of him where no one will ever find me.
I’m floundering.
“I stopped by to talk to you, brother.” Jack gives a bitter laugh. “Guess I should have texted, since you’re so busy with fucking my ex-girlfriend.”