3. Sage #2
“What’s on your mind, other than the weather?” I asked, wondering what he was avoiding.
“Don’t ask, don’t tell, remember?”
“That is not what I said.”
“You didn’t say much of anything. I respect that. I’m just saying maybe I don’t want to talk about my shit either. Sounds like we both need a distraction.”
“What kind of distraction were you thinking?” I asked.
“You don’t want to talk or play games, but maybe we can do something that doesn’t require you to think at all.”
“Something like what?”
“Do you trust me?”
I rolled my eyes. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
“I’m being serious, Princess.”
Wait, why did he call me that, and why did it make something in me tingle?
“Something like what, Klever?”
“Something like giving me complete control of your mind and body for the next hour or so.”
My pussy had no business reacting to his words.
This was KD! My hormones were obviously all messed up.
I should have known it when I started thinking about how sexy he was all of a sudden.
This was my little brother’s friend. He was practically still a child.
Well, he was twenty years old, but to me, he would always be Supreme’s annoying friend with the cute little crush on me.
“I’m not doing anything crazy.”
“I would never ask you to,” he said, crossing the room to pick his phone up off the couch. “When was the last time you danced?”
Now he was speaking my language. It had been a few weeks since I’d made the time.
I had been feeling shitty for a while. Maybe a good dance session was exactly what I needed.
The intro to “Move Your Body” by Baby Ray filled the air.
It was one of my favorite songs to dance to.
I wasn’t sure how or if KD even knew that.
The grin that covered his face as he crossed the room said that he might have been aware.
He extended a hand to me, and I rolled my eyes playfully as I accepted his advance.
My cheeks had the nerve to flush like I was nervous as he pulled me closer to him.
Damn he smelled good. As we moved in sync, he raised my hands over my head, letting his hands run down my back as he pulled my soft body against his hard frame.
His clean scent did something weird to my brain.
The feeling was only amplified when his eyes dropped to my lips.
My throat tightened when I got the urge to kiss him first. I had to be losing my damn mind.
A broken heart did that to a girl sometimes.
I couldn’t look at him anymore, so I turned my back to him and continued to gyrate my hips to the music.
“I love to watch you move, Princess.” His deep voice sounded extra sexy when it was directly in my ear.
Feeling his hardness pressed against my ass should have made me take off running upstairs, but clearly, my body was not my own anymore. I shuddered when his lips landed on the back of my neck. What the hell was going on, and why did I kinda love it?
Was it wrong to want to feel wanted for a change? Maybe it was, but I was tired. Actually, I was exhausted. I was tired of fighting. I was tired of crying, tired of trying to figure things out. I just wanted to exist for a while. If KD could help me with that, maybe it wasn’t so bad.
“K, we can’t,” I said, deciding to keep my brain turned on.
“Yes we can,” he countered.
“What about Supreme? You know he is going to nut up if he finds out.”
“We’re both adults, baby. What happens in this room will stay here. You can trust me.”
I turned to face him so he could see how serious I was. “I’m not messing up y’all’s friendship just because I’m sad.”
“Seeing you sad is about to get me a murder charge. Unless you want to tell me what happened, I’m going to start drawing my own conclusions, starting with your fuck boy and working my way down.”
“KD, don’t.”
“Well, help me out, Sage. I need to clear my head just as much as you do.”
With his eyes on me, my defense was a little shaky. Since when did this little boy have that kind of effect on me? I wanted him to do whatever he planned to do to clear our minds. I just needed both of us to forget about it once we left this room. I didn’t want him getting any ideas.
Supreme would never forgive us for messing around behind his back. He always forbade his friends from even looking my way, let alone whatever KD had in mind behind those smoldering dark eyes.
The song changed to “Dance for You.” He backed off and walked over to the couch.
Picking his phone up from the coffee table, he restarted the song.
When his eyes were back on me, I thought I would faint.
Who the hell was this person sitting in front of me with his long legs spread like he was beckoning for me?
Why were my feet moving in his direction?
“Dance for me, Princess,” he said before I could reach him.
“What?”
“You heard me. Don’t think, just dance. You not afraid to dance, are you?”
“No, I’m not afraid to dance. I dance all the time.”
“Well, get out of your head and show me that you still got it.”
Taking the challenge, I stretched a little and let myself feel the music.
I checked out of my thoughts and checked into the way the music made me feel.
Within seconds, I forgot that I wasn’t in the room alone.
Effortlessly, I moved my body to the rhythmic beat surrounding me. It actually felt good to just let go.
“Choose a safe word for me, pretty girl,” KD’s voice sounded somewhere in the room.
I almost asked what he meant, but I wasn’t a virgin.
I knew what a safe word was. Were we really about to do this?
Why did I need a safe word? All those questions went through my head as I opened my eyes and looked around the room.
I spotted him, now shirtless, moving back over to the couch.
God, he was ripped. How did I miss that? Who the hell was this person?
“Stop,” I told him.
“Stop what?”
“That’s my safe word.”
“That’s not gon’ cut it, Princess. You need something that will let me know you mean it.”
I laughed to myself as I thought back on that one Kevin Hart special. “Pineapples.”
He smirked but nodded his head. “Good enough. Undress and get on your knees.”
“Wait,” I blurted.
“Wait isn’t your safe word, Princess.”
“We haven’t started yet. I just have a question.”
“What is it?”
“Are we really doing this?” I asked him.
“We are. Stop thinking so much, take your clothes off, and get on your knees.”
“My knees?”
“It wasn’t a request, Princess. You don’t get to think right now. The only thing you need to do is whatever I say. On your knees, now.”
The firmness in his tone almost made me drop to my knees on command.
What the hell? There might be something to whatever this was.
Instead of reminding myself of the dozens of reasons that this was a bad idea, I decided to give in.
My breathing was shallow as I removed my shirt and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra.
“Slowly,” he instructed, settling down on the couch.
I was self-conscious with his eyes on me. His facial expression was even, but I got the sense that he was pleased since his breathing seemed to speed up as I pushed my jeans down over my hips.
“Leave your panties on. I’ll handle that.”
“OK, now what?” I asked.
“Turn around and get on your knees. I don’t like repeating myself, so pay attention, Princess.”
I shouldn’t have been turned on by someone bossing me around.
I liked being in charge. In this situation, it seemed to work.
Maybe it was the person delivering the orders.
I sank down onto my knees, feeling the thong I wore tighten as I settled into place.
I was grateful for the soft carpet as I worked to find a comfortable position.
“Anything off-limits?” he asked.
I didn’t know why I was thankful for that question. Most guys didn’t ask. They just tried to impose whatever kinks and freaky shit they enjoyed on you and made you feel inadequate when you refused.
“I’ve never tried anal, and do not spit or pee on me.”
He chuckled right before I felt a sharp sting on my thigh. I inhaled a quick breath, ready to curse him out. My pussy felt extra warm as I considered that I might have actually liked it.
“What about that?” he asked before I could even react.
How could I answer that question without him judging me? I felt dirty for liking the aftermath of the pain.
Whap!
A harder swipe from the tiny whip made me whimper.
“Oooh, you love that shit,” he said, standing in front of me and gathering my hair into a fist. My eyes were glued to the dick swinging freely in his sweats until he yanked my head back, making me look up at him.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, pretty girl. Put your face on the floor and put that perfect ass of yours in the air for me.”
He released me, and my chest fell to the floor in an instant. I wanted to do whatever I needed to do to please him.
“Fuck me,” I demanded as I stretched my arms out over my head.
“Oh, Princess. You are not in control here. I know I said that perfect ass was yours, but while I have you here, that ass is mine.”
Whap!
I cried when the flogger hit me on my ass.
I was so freaking turned on. This was crazy, right?
My brother’s best friend in the world was beating my ass in the basement of our home, and I was about to cum all over myself.
I was sure we were both possessed, but I loved every single second of it.
He circled me like a vulture, letting whatever scent he wore assist him in driving me up the wall.
“KD, please.”
“Look how that pretty pink pussy is eating up that thong, Princess. I can’t wait to stick my tongue in that muthafucka.”
“Fuck me then!” I shouted, ready for him to fuck me and take me out of my misery.
Slap!
“Aaah!”