50. TheRope #3
He reaches down into my red lace panties and slides a finger through me. His touch is ecstasy. His head kicks back. “Fuck, you’re always so wet for me.” His eyes roll back like his years of self-discipline are being stretched to the limit.
“This is proof, Taiyō.” He holds up his slick fingers. Proof you’re still human, even in this form. Because only someone alive can want me the way you do.” He inserts his finger into that perfect mouth, tasting me.
I can’t stop the flood of heat rushing up my body into my face. I can’t decide if I want to fight him or surrender to him, collapsing into the mess he’s made of me.
His lips graze mine. I can taste myself on him. Bitter but sweet. His next words coil around me, as tight as the rope binding my body. “Because of men like Vikktor, you think domination is about taking and hurting,” Kael says quietly. “It’s not.”
He tugs the rope between my thighs, the knot biting and sliding up inside me, grazing my swollen clit. I gasp at the sensation.
“I’m only claiming you as mine.” His fingers lift my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “Responsibility,” he continues. “I’ll be the one to push you without breaking you, and I don’t just mean intimately.” My heart stutters.
“I want to be the one holding you in place, the last line between you and the rest of the world.”
He removes each nipple over the lace of my bra, giving them a gentle pinch. They harden under his fingers. “You realize what this means, don’t you?” His fingers linger just a beat longer than they should. The pleasure morphing into slight pain.
His eyes lift back to mine, black and smoldering. “No one ever touches you without my permission.” He means it. A threat and a promise. “No one gets to hurt you but me. If I ever push you to the edge, it’s because you asked me to. Because you trust me to bring you back.”
His tongue brushes my nipple, warm and wet.
“I will never hurt you to prove my power over you.” His chest meets mine, the slight sheen of sweat causing us to slide over each other.
“I’ll ruin you with pleasure because you let me.
Because you know I’ll never let anyone else touch what’s mine to protect. ”
The word mine sends waves of euphoria rippling inside me.
“And if you ever fall,” he finishes, forehead resting against mine, “it will be into my arms. Always.”
Only Kael could make restraint feel like freedom. “Kael, kiss me.” I’m one step away from begging. I want to taste the passion on his lips.
He doesn’t. Instead, his lips part, tongue barely visible, teasing me, inches away. He tugs the rope across my breasts, friction rubbing both my hardened peaks.
“Every knot I tie, every loop I pull, it only works because you trust me to hold you and let you go.”
My pulse stumbles. He’s right. I could pull away from him at any time. I could resist. But I don’t. The thought terrifies me more than the rope around my throat.
I nod, completely immersed in the moment. I have no words for the choice I’m about to make. Hell, I’m so breathless, I’m not sure I can even form words right now.
I think about the masks above us, about how I’ve always loved the mystery of hiding myself away. Yet here I am. Tied up and completely exposed to him, and somehow as evil as this city portrays him to be, I don’t feel weaker.
He makes me feel stronger.
“Every knot is trust,” Kael says, looping the rope at my throat over his tattooed fingers, pulling it tight again. “And you’re giving it to me willingly. That makes you more vulnerable than you know, Taiyō. Because the moment you trust me fully is the moment I’ll never let you go.”
He finally gives me what I want as our lips crash, the kind of kiss that makes time stop. Our bodies completely still, only our mouths moving feverishly.
Intimacy with my enemy.
He was right. I should run to him, not away from him.
I don’t want to run anymore.
He’s testing how much of me will yield to him before I break. I’ve already decided he can have it all.
“Every knot is also a promise.” His lips slide to my earlobe. A whisper for only me to hear. “I promise to never take what you don’t give.”
A whimper escapes me. I surrender with a loosening of my entire body against his. Of course, he notices.
He steps around the back of me, pressing his hard length against my ass. The knots shift. He’s drawing my arms closer to him, my back arching, his breath tickling the side of my neck. The contact is light but maddening. I want more.
“I know you feel that.” He pushes his cock harder against me, beginning to move to pleasure himself.
“Tell me what you want, Taiyō.” He’s coaxing me to reveal my deepest, darkest desires to him again.
“What mask do you want me to wear when I take you for the first time? When I have you underneath me, and I’m inside you about to ravage you?
Or do you want none at all? Just me, laid bare before you, no hiding? ”
His hand brushes the side of my jaw, not rough, just enough to make me shiver. I want that day to come soon. “You...in the kitsune mask,” I admit, breath shaky. “Just like the RedRoom.”
“Good. And? What about right now? Do you yield to me?” His breath is hot on my skin, sending tiny currents of electric humming to my core. “Or are you still scared of me?”