3. Sage #3
This time, the impact came from his hand.
The bite made my right hand ball into a fist on the floor.
Never one to miss a thing, he soothed that same spot with his hand before kissing it and nearly making me melt into a puddle right on the floor.
I was pretty sure my dad had flood insurance. He was going to need it soon.
“You remember your safe word, Princess?”
“Yes.” I gasped. “I don’t need it.”
“Nah, I know you don’t. You and that fat, greedy pussy of yours want to be slutted out.” He snarled.
“KD.”
“That’s not my fucking name.”
See, I knew he had lost his damn mind. I was almost afraid to ask him who he thought he was right now. Was it too late to back out? I wasn’t a punk, but I needed to know who this demon was who could make me wet from hitting me with a small leather whip.
Better yet, where the hell had he gotten it from, and who the hell taught him all this freaky stuff? Last I checked, he was just an aggravating little kid who made fun of me every chance he got. Now I was ready to beg him to fuck me. Who had I become?
“Eyes open, Princess. Stay with me.”
“I’m here,” I spoke. “I just need you to—”
“Stop trying to top me, Princess. I promise you don’t want me to fuck you right now. Not when I’m over here fuming from watching you cry over another nigga.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Don’t,” he said, shoving two fingers inside me. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Princess.”
“OK,” I whined, pushing back on his fingers as he twisted his hand to tunnel into me.
“Yes sir,” he barked.
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, falling victim to the delicious curl of his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. That’s my perfect girl.” He groaned as he pulled his fingers from me.
I moaned, shamelessly watching him lick every drop of me from his fingers. My obedience was rewarded by the sound of shuffling as he pushed his pants down and dropped his dick in the center of my ass. The weight of it made me eager and uneasy.
I hoped he’d reserved some of that anger he mentioned because I needed him to take it all out on me.
The blunt force of his dick pressing against me made me giddy.
My eyes fluttered closed as he slowly pushed inside, giving me time to adjust to the stretch.
A shuddered moan escaped my throat when he bottomed out. Little KD wasn’t little by a long shot.
“Shit,” he whispered, bracing his hands on my hips as he started to move. Deep, steady strokes made me clench my eyes together. The sting of his hand made them fly open. “Eyes! You know I love to see those eyes, Princess. Don’t deprive me.”
“Yes, sir.”
One of his hands moved up the center of my back until he fisted my hair. Holding me down by the back of my head, he picked up the pace and fucked me harder.
“You better not fucking move,” he demanded.
Not that I could move, but my cervix was screaming for a little reprieve. What the hell was that safe word? I wasn’t a punk, but I needed it in my memory bank, just in case. So far, I was drawing a blank.
“Oh my god, K. You feel so good, baby.”
“I know, Princess. Get what you need.” His hips pumped, slapping against my ass with each shallow thrust he delivered. I was ready to snatch every fiber of carpet off the floor. I would do anything as long as he kept on fucking me. I was not saying that damn word.
“KD, shit. Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, not sure of why I even asked that. I was losing my mind.
“Be a good girl and cum on this dick, Princess,” he ordered.
I enjoyed sex, but I had never had an orgasm. He needed to know that.
“I can’t.”
Apparently, that was a lie. My own body betrayed me when my walls contracted around him as he continued to pound into me like a madman. I couldn’t help myself. My eyes snapped close as a warm sensation rushed through my entire body.
I let my eyes open only to be bowled over again by another tsunami hitting me, drenching us both. What in the actual fuck was happening? I couldn’t see straight, let alone think of my own name or who this person was who was putting me through the ringer without mercy.
“Fuck yes. You see how that pussy is squirting for me, Princess. Didn’t I tell you this was my shit?” he quizzed.
“Yes!” I screamed to the top of my lungs.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said, slipping his hand around me and clutching my throat.
When his hand tightened on my neck, I came again.
My entire body tensed as I collapsed to the floor.
My legs shook violently, and I cried like a baby.
KD just kept right on fucking me through it.
His rhythm never faltered until he groaned and pressed his hips flush to mine, whimpering quietly as he filled me with his cum.
He crashed onto my back, careful not to put too much weight on me.
For a moment, we just lay there catching our breath.
It was comforting to feel his heart racing as he placed kisses on the back of my head.
I didn’t realize that he hadn’t pulled out until he finally did.
I hated myself for missing the fullness of having him buried deep inside me.
“Don’t move,” he commanded as he stood and padded across the room.
I couldn’t move anyway, but when the hell did he get so bossy? Within seconds, he returned, washing me up with a warm rag and following up with a cold one. He walked away to discard them.
I heard the refrigerator open and close before he was back in my line of vision. Once our eyes connected, he reached for my hand and helped me up. Silently, he ushered me over to the couch, sitting before pulling me into his lap. That was my cue to wake up from this dream.
What if I didn’t want to? It felt so good to just let things happen without trying to control the outcome. It felt good to be held and desired. Even if it was from someone I knew was off-limits.
Reaching over, he picked up a bottle of water from the table and cracked it open before passing it to me.
I took a long gulp, smiling when I noticed him opening a container of mandarin oranges.
I loved them. Using a spoon, he scooped some of them out and poked it toward me.
When I tried to take the spoon, he blocked me and motioned for me to open my mouth.
I sat there like a helpless child as he fed me the whole thing. He discarded the fruit cup in the trash can next to the couch and took the water bottle from my hand before studying my face.
For some reason, this no longer felt weird. Something about it almost felt right. It couldn’t be right, though. This was my little brother’s friend. I didn’t know how many times I had to tell myself that. His brows lifted before he finally spoke.
“Now tell me who I gotta kill.”