Chapter 30
Kade
“Is this what you do for fun? I mean, when you’re not drinking Rick out of whiskey?”
I look up from the length of rope I’m playing with, tying and untying knots. Sort of a habit I picked up when I was a kid, practicing quickly tying a honda or a bowline. All I ever wanted was to be useful to Roman.
She’s stretched out across the foot of my bed.
Well, not my bed, but the bed I’m using while I stay here.
Something on her phone has held her attention for a while.
She’s lucky. I couldn’t give two shits what’s happening online.
It bores me almost as much as sitting around with nothing to do.
That drives me out of my skull. I need activity.
I also need her to be safe, meaning it’s better to stay around the house when possible. It was Emma’s request when she announced she was having dinner with friends tonight. “I won’t be able to enjoy myself unless I know the two of you are safe here.”
So we’re safe. And I’m bored shitless.
Slouched in an armchair by the window, I stretch my legs out and cross my ankles on the windowsill. “What about you? Trying to see if you can scroll to the end of the internet?”
She snorts and sets the phone aside. “Yeah, it’s easy to lose track of time, following along with other people’s much more interesting lives.” She flops onto her back and groans, throwing her arms over her head. “I want to do something.”
So do I. “You know, there is something we could be doing right now,” I point out, tying and untying the lariat.
My tone must give me away. “Don’t you ever get bored doing that?” she asks.
“There’s no such thing.”
I watch, fooling with the knot, while she kicks her legs up and down. Every time she does, the tight leggings she’s wearing give me a delectable view of her extremely delectable ass. She stops, leaving them in midair, freezing in a V shape with her feet pointed toward the ceiling.
I have to.
She pushes herself up on her elbows with a gasp when the rope encircles her ankles, and I pull, tightening the lasso. “Looks like I roped myself a redheaded filly,” I announce.
“You’re such a dick.” She reaches down like she wants to undo it.
I give it a tug, sliding her across the comforter. “Hey!” She’s caught between laughing and being irritated. “Quit it!”
“Make me.” I stand, closing in on her with the rope still in my grasp, moving hand over hand as I cross the rug. “Come on. Make me stop.”
“I think you’re an addict.”
She could be right. If I am, I’m addicted to her. It’s not my fault she’s so damn irresistible.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes go wide when I grab her wrists and quickly bind them together. She tries to get away, but it’s a waste of effort.
“You think I’ve never roped anything more challenging than you?” I ask with a laugh.
“Okay, you’re proving your point. You are very good at this cowboy stuff.” She tries to loosen the rope around her wrists, but that’s a waste of time.
“Now, I’m going to tie your wrists and ankles together,” I explain.
“Don’t!”
“All right. I’ll do this instead.” Using the end of the rope dangling from her wrists, I wrap it around the closest bedpost and cinch it tight. “There. You’re not going anywhere.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, sharply. She’s dangling on the edge between excitement and fear. I would swear I see her pulse jumping in her neck as she watches me round the foot of the bed, eyes glued to me. “You had your fun. Now it’s over.”
“The night is young.” I go to the door, closing it softly. The housekeeper is around here somewhere, and though she should probably be in her room at the other end of the house by now, I don’t feel like having an audience. Knowing my luck, she’ll walk in with fresh towels or some shit.
“Kade, I’m serious.”
“I know. So am I.” Taking her by the ankles, I lift them in the air to expose the curve of her ass before giving it a good slap. “You’re also at my mercy.”
“Ha, ha. Seriously,” she whispers, tugging at the rope. I’m not a fool. She’s not trying very hard. I’ve heard her voice when it’s fiery, and she’s not really fighting me. She’s playing a role.
It takes nothing to flip her over, to pull her hips up until her ass is in the air. “Now, are you gonna behave yourself, or do I have to punish you?”
“How about I kick you in the balls?” The comforter muffles her voice before she works herself up on her elbows so she can throw me a dark look over her shoulder.
“Then you’ll know what true punishment is.” This time, she gets a real slap that makes her ass jiggle while she yelps. I don’t know whether it’s from pain or surprise.
“Try to see what happens.” I can’t take my eyes off this feast in front of me.
This luscious ass, the wide hips, begging to be touched and stroked and gripped.
I slide a hand over one of her cheeks and press my fingers into the firm flesh.
“Did you really not expect this to happen? Wearing these leggings, getting me hard?”
“Anything gets you hard.”
Right, and she’s the one moaning when I stroke her pussy lips through the thin fabric. “You always enjoy yourself in the end.”
With a quick tug, I pull the leggings down to her knees, then drag my fingers over her skin. “Like you are right now,” I point out, dropping to my knees behind her and slowly, so slowly, inching a pair of lacy panties over her hips.
“Mmm, Kade,” she sighs. So much for resisting.
“I can smell you.” And the smell makes me hungry, starving for the feast in front of me.
Her smooth, plump lips glisten—I part them with my fingers and watch as more of her juices ooze from her hole.
She whimpers when I rub the scruff of my cheeks against the back of her thigh, tantalizing myself with her scent, tantalizing her with my touch.
“You know, there were times I would eat your pussy and not wash my face so that I could go to sleep and smell you on me.” I lick her skin with the flat of my tongue, and she moans, pushing back against me, giving me more of her.
She came around pretty damn fast, not like I didn’t know she would.
Now, I stroke her lips with the tip of my tongue, promising everything but delivering nothing, keeping away from her core until she whimpers and whines. “You’re killing me,” she groans, pulling on the ropes, growling her frustration.
“Don’t you know it’s always better to build the anticipation?” The thing is, I’m torturing myself, too. My cock will break my zipper if it gets any harder, and this isn’t exactly comfortable.
It doesn’t take long until she’s panting while I come dangerously close to dipping between her lips, always holding back, promising relief, but only making her writhe and moan my name until she’s practically dripping for me.
Fuck it. I’ve waited long enough.
She gasps, pressing her face against the bed when I shove my tongue deep into her juicy, pink slit. Her taste unlocks something feral in me, making me take her by the hips and hold her still so I can feed on her.
“Kade! Oh my God!” I follow her response, driving my tongue deeper, licking from her swollen clit up to her asshole and back down again before focusing on the bundle of nerves and making her grind against my face.
But she doesn’t howl until I press my thumb to her puckered hole.
That’s when the shaking starts, when she drenches my mouth and my chin in sweetness, screaming with her face pressed tight against the comforter.
She’s still gasping and panting when I come up for air, dragging the back of my hand over my mouth, and then using that hand to unbutton my jeans.
“Stay just like that,” I command, climbing up onto the bed behind her. For a minute, it’s enough to stroke myself while staring down at her quivering cunt. Every spasm sends shining wetness oozing out. I pick some of it up on my fingers and use it to lube my shaft.
“Well?” The sassy little filly looks back over her shoulder. “Are you going to stare at it all night, or are you fucking it?”
First, her sass earns a stinging slap that turns her creamy flesh red before I plunge into her to the hilt. She gasps, driven forward by the force of my stroke, before I pull her back by the hips and slam her against me.
“Do you want to get fucked? When you were the one giving me shit before?” I slap the other cheek before slamming her against me again, again, harder. Hard enough to make her ass jiggle and her body shake. “You need to make up your mind.”
“I know what I want!” She gasps while I use her, though she doesn’t have me fooled. She’s using me, too, taking her pleasure from me the way I take it from her.
“What about this?” I press my thumb tight against her asshole. “You liked this, didn’t you?”
Her muscles tighten around my cock as I press in. “Oh my God!” she shouts, bouncing against me, ass shaking, muscles clenching. “Kade! Oh my God!”
“My dirty girl.” I’m getting closer. The feeling is starting to build. My hands find her hips again, and my hips pump in a blur, fucking her like we’re both mindless animals, taking her with only one thing in mind.
She clamps down around me and goes still, frozen in the last second of tension before the wave breaks, and she screams again.
I barely have time to pull out and aim for her ass before the rush overtakes me.
My heart races and blood pounds in my ears while I empty my balls across her creamy skin and the marks my hands left against it.
I’m shaking almost as hard as she is by the time I’m finished, while she falls flat on the bed, gasping for every breath.
“Now tell me that wasn’t more fun than scrolling through TikTok.” I pull on my pants and give her ass one last tap before untying her ankles with a quick tug of the rope. The same goes for her wrists.
She rolls onto her back, flushed and exhausted. Thoroughly and completely fucked. I have to admit, it makes me a little proud. “That was… intense,” she announces, like she needed to tell me.