Melody
Chapter sixty-four
Sergey isn’t as scary as he seems. While I shop, he mostly lingers at my back, thick sunglasses shielding his eyes as he offers his opinion on anything I like. At one point, we end up at a high-end boutique, and my arms are loaded down with dresses and outfits I tried on and couldn’t part with.
The boutique attendant swipes Kaden’s credit card, and it declines. My brows rise as my bodyguard laughs.
“The bank is calling him,” Sergey says quietly. “He has never spent this much money in one day. Except for the time he bought a vacation home.”
Okay. Maybe I am going a little overboard here…
Sergey checks his phone before nodding to the cashier. “Run the card again.”
This time, it goes through.
Huh…
My husband approved my payments. How sweet of him.
The car is overflowing with my bags, and I finally decide that I’ve had enough as lunch time rolls around. As I settle into the passenger seat, Sergey turns the key in the ignition.
“Where to next?” He asks, being the good sport he is.
I chuckle. “I think I’m done.”
The man sucks his teeth in disappointment. “I expected more from you, Solnyshko.”
My timer rings through the car, and my face heats as I quickly silence it. Fuck.
“What was that?” My bodyguard asks as he pulls us away from the store.
“Umm,” I dig through my purse before pulling out the plastic and foil blister pack.
Can this get anymore embarrassing? Sergey is like a father figure at this point, and now I have to explain this to him.
“It’s my birth control. I had an appointment last week, and my doctor messed up my routine, so now I have to take it in the middle of the day. ”
He offers me an unopened bottle of water, and I take it with a small thank you before tossing the pill back and swallowing.
“You do not wish for a family?” Sergey asks as he joins traffic.
“I do,” I wince. “I started taking birth control while I was with my ex-fiancé because things became rocky and I was questioning our relationship. I didn’t want to bring a child into the picture while we were struggling, but it turns out, he was already three steps ahead with someone else.
” My voice dips into a bitter, sarcastic bite as I cross my arms over my chest.
“Ah,” my bodyguard nods. “So, it is fruitless now. You are married to someone else.”
I blanch at his blunt words. “Well…I wouldn’t say that—”
He barks a laugh. “If you aren’t ready, then I understand. Children can be a handful. It takes a village. Take it from me. I have eight.”
My eyes widen as my jaw drops. “Eight kids?”
My bodyguard shrugs. “What can I say? My wife glows when she is pregnant. She always wanted a big family, and I was more than happy to give her that.”
I rest back in my seat, turning his words over in my head.
For the first time in years, the thought of little pattering feet resurfaces.
I once dreamed of Kaden and me starting a family of our own, living in those long, drawn-out visions of our make-believe domestic life.
I was always so head-over-heels for him. I pictured something perfect for us…
Now, it’s leaving me feeling a little hollow. Fierce longing grips me as I stare out the window.
I still want that. I always have…
“Don’t rush things,” Sergey says easily as he pops a shoulder. “Enjoy each other while you can.”
Oh, I plan to enjoy our time. Kaden has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.
“I’m home!” I sing as I kick the door closed behind me. I set my bags down, putting my hands on my hips as I smile into the empty living room.
Kaden is right where I left him. Upstairs—
Cold metal clicks around my wrist as my heart stops. A presence lingers at my back, towering over me as I slowly turn my head to peer over my shoulder. My husband is no longer chained to the bed. No. He’s standing right behind me with a slight, tight smirk pulling at his lips.
“Had fun?” He croons dangerously.
My eyes flicker down to the black t-shirt stretching over his chest as I swallow. “Fuck…”
There isn’t any warning as he bends, hoists me over his shoulder, and carries me upstairs. The cuffs dangle from my right wrist, smacking into his back as we ascend. I try to smooth the situation over, but I know it’s no use.
“You probably weren’t even cuffed for long!” I exclaim as he nears our bedroom. “Come on! Let’s talk about this. Communication. It’s what marriage is built on—”
He slaps my exposed ass so hard that it makes my teeth click as heated pain sears into my backside. That’s definitely going to leave a mark…
Kaden uses his boot to shove the door open before he stalks over to the nightstand. The drawer slides open as he extracts something heavy from it. I try to peer over his shoulder, but he’s dangling me so far that I’m practically face-to-ass.
He spins around, making my vision blur before he allows me to slide down.
I crane my neck to look up at him, and there’s a tense pause before I try to bolt for the door.
He catches me quickly by wrapping something around my throat, and as the buckle clicks in place, my hand shoots up to the fucking collar.
There’s something bulky on the side, and two metal prongs gently bite into my neck. My eyes widen as my mouth falls open.
“Is this a fucking shock collar?!” I shriek.
Kaden curls a finger into the nylon, dragging me close to him as his eyes become half-lidded and menacing. He raises his other hand, flashing a small remote. “Do what I say, and I won’t have to use it, pretty girl. I told you your choices have consequences.”
My throat works against the collar in a gulp as my eyes ping-pong between him and the remote. “This is cruel…”
He hums, tilting his head. “So is leaving your husband handcuffed to a bed. Don’t worry. It’s on the lowest setting.”
I breathe deeply, anger souring my face. “So, what are you going to make me do?”
He levels our noses, malicious intent swirling in his irises. “Get on your knees for your husband.”
I don’t want to let him win. Not when it’s my pride at stake. But as he shakes the remote in warning, I relent in dejection as I sink to my knees. The floor bites into my flesh as I peer up at him through my lashes.
Kaden uses a hand to brush my hair aside. “Take me out.”
My fingers shake as I unbutton his jeans. Heat is already spreading in my belly, making my thighs shift as I become soaked. This is so fucked up, but I love it. The control he wields is potent and addictive.
His cock springs free, already hard and pulsing thickly as I wrap my fingers around the base of him. My mouth is salivating as the bulbous head brushes my lips.
Kaden snatches my hair tightly, baring his teeth. “I’m going to face fuck you, pretty girl. There is no mercy after your little stunt.”
My lips part around him, but I don’t get the chance to savor a single second as he rocks his hips forward and hits the back of my throat.
I gag, tears already gathering in the corners of my eyes as my airway is restricted.
My thighs slick together as he forces me to take as much as I can before he yanks my head back, popping me free of him.
I suck in, but it’s short-lived as he drags me forward again, overwhelming me until I sputter around his length and my tears track down my face.
He uses a thumb to smear the wetness across my cheeks as he growls deep in his throat and sets a brutal pace.
He places both hands on my cheeks, shunting forward wildly as I try to breathe any chance I get.
My lungs are beginning to burn, and my jaw hurts, but I’m so turned on and hot that I don’t even care. He’s using me as his own personal fuck toy, and I love it. Maybe I am sick. Because I want this more than anything.
My hands lift to his thighs on impulse, the cuffs dangling as I try to draw back, but he doesn’t relent. He keeps me in place as he takes his pleasure like an animal. His harsh grunts only fuel my own arousal as I go pliant and release my control.
“That’s right,” he snarls in praise. “You look so pretty choking on me with my fucking collar around your throat.”
I shift my hand to his balls, massaging them as my eyes flutter at the heady taste of him. There’s a fog moving across my brain, settling into my consciousness as I take everything he gives me without complaint.
“Fuck!” Kaden shouts, popping me free of him before he snatches my hand and crouches down. He grabs my cheeks roughly, puffing up my swollen and bruised lips. “I’m not coming in your mouth.”
I suck in deeply, my voice muffled as I speak. “Will you fill me? I want it inside of me, big brother.”
His lips pull over his teeth. “I love it when you talk to me like that. Stand up.”
He helps me up before his hands grab at my dress.
He yanks it over my head, causing my breasts to bounce in place as he strips me quickly.
My panties are next, and he isn’t gentle as he practically tears them from my body.
When I’m standing naked before him, he pushes my hands behind my back before cuffing my other wrist.
He backs towards the bed, using the collar to drag me after him as he lies back. I straddle his lap, panting as his cock nestles between my slick folds.
“Up on your fucking toes,” he instructs roughly, grabbing my hips to help me as I rise off him. “You’re going to bounce on my cock.”
He notches himself at my entrance as my legs spread wide, exposing everything to him.
My pussy glistens with my juices as I moan at the first inch.
Kaden’s hands are bruising the flesh of my hips as his lips part, and he slowly sinks me further on him.
The stretch is always brutal, taking my breath and muddying my brain.
I fill my lungs with air as I finally settle into his lap.
Kaden slides a hand over my lower stomach, pressing down and making me gasp at the intensity. My core flutters as he creates pressure, making my head roll back.
“Focus, little sister,” he commands with a tap to my cheek, making my eyes snap to him. “Ride my fucking cock like the slut you are for your big brother.”