Chapter 17
Hendrix
I’ve been pacing my library for an hour. As soon as we got home, Kelsey went upstairs without saying a word. She hasn’t come back yet. She might be resting. She was exhausted after our scene in my office. But I don’t think that’s what she’s doing. I think she’s finally talking to her parents.
This is a big step for her. I get it. Even though she’s close to them, she’s never brought a boyfriend home or even shared the existence of one with them. She keeps her relationships close to her heart.
It seems the reason for her reluctance stems from the very fact that she is tight with her mom and dad. She’s always known that if she mentioned dating anyone, they would hound her for more details every time she spoke with them.
They’re good people. They care about her.
But she wasn’t ready to share what we have.
I’ll admit it was starting to make me nervous.
I’m surprised how long she’s held off on telling them, even though I’ve withheld sex.
It was made worse by the fact that I spent Saturday night buried in her pretty cunt.
She knows what it feels like to have me inside her.
It’s not an apparition. It’s a real sensation she’s familiar with and craves.
My stubborn girl has held out for days, but I was never going to back down.
I hated walking into Myles’s house and finding Madison wearing nothing but a T-shirt, so obviously submitting to my best friend.
It annoyed the fuck out of me that they kept that from me.
I think that was worse than finding out they were together.
I’ve calmed down. I’m over the initial shock. I love my daughter, and Myles is still my best friend. They’re married now. He would never harm a hair on her head. They look at each other the way I look at Kelsey.
Because of what went down with Myles and Madison, I won’t let her lie indefinitely to her parents.
It’s too easy. They’re clear across the country.
There’s very little chance they would just show up.
Plus, they wouldn’t come to my house without knowing she’s living here. They don’t even have my address.
What they do know is that her lease is ending on Friday. They also know she’s barely spoken to them since I arrived back in town. She takes their calls and begs off quickly, telling them she’s too busy to talk. That isn’t sustainable.
Nothing about this is sustainable.
I spin around the second I sense her behind me.
She’s standing in the doorway, rubbing her hands together.
She has changed out of her work clothes and into leggings, a sports bra, and a tank top.
She looks so vulnerable with her hair tumbling around her shoulders and her bare feet shifting on the floor.
I want to go to her, sweep her off the floor and kiss her senseless. Instead, I don’t move. I wait for her to speak.
She clears her throat. “You were right.”
I blow out a breath. She called them. Thank fuck. And judging from the look on her face, it went well.
“They weren’t even surprised. They said they noticed the way I looked at you at my graduation party.”
I smile. Relief floods me. I didn’t expect it to be a problem, but it was always a possibility.
Kelsey draws in another deep breath and shuffles toward me. “They like you. They can’t wait to see you again. They told me to bring you with me when I visit.”
I reach out both arms, letting her come to me.
She releases her hands from in front of her and runs, throwing herself at me.
I stagger back a few steps as she jumps off the floor, wrapping her arms and legs around me.
My hands come to her ass to support her, and I kiss all over her face.
God, I love this woman. I want to tell her.
I want to say those words out loud, but she’s too emotional right now for me to add to it.
A lot has happened this evening. It can wait.
Kelsey’s small fingers come to the front of my dress shirt, and she starts unbuttoning it.
I chuckle. “So eager.”
“I need you.”
I need her, too. My cock is throbbing at the promise of her cunt. “Should we go to the bedroom?” I smirk. It’s the same thing I asked her the first time we fucked. We were at the bottom of the steps in the foyer.
She gives me the same response as that night. “Fuck the bedroom.” She continues undressing me.
I let her. It’s hard. I want to strip faster, release my dick. But I let her do the honors. After removing my shirt, she opens my pants. When they fall to the floor, she drops to her knees and tugs my underwear over my cock.
Without bothering to lower them farther, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and brings her mouth to my dick. With very little warning, my girl sucks me in as deep as she can.
I nearly stumble as my hand goes to her hair. “Kelsey…”
She doesn’t stop. As if her deprivation was for months or years, she sucks hard, bobbing up and down until I’m about to explode.
“Kels, I’m going to come.” I give a tug on her hair, but that doesn’t deter her. Apparently, she’s determined to suck me dry. I let her go on for another few seconds before I step back, popping out of her mouth.
She tips her head back, her bottom lip pushed out in a pout.
Fuck, she’s sexy like this. I’ve pictured her naked on her knees in front of me many times.
I want it to be a reality. Often. It’s not just my fantasy.
It’s hers, too. I know this because of the way she’s looking up at me.
She’s had some instruction on submission.
She’s been going to Edge for a few months.
But nothing could have prepared my girl for how kneeling in front of me feels.
Her submission to me is instinctive. Maybe she’s seen videos or even watched others kneel before their Doms at the club. She could have read about it or perhaps has done it for other people. But her position at this moment is inherent.
There’s no way her focus is on anything but my cock and the fact that I just took it away from her. Yet, she has leaned back to sit on her feet, her knees are parted, and her hands are open, palms up, on her thighs. Natural submissive pose.
All the air is caught in my lungs. I finish removing my clothes and lower into a leather armchair in front of her. I need a few minutes to pull myself together so I don’t come instantly inside her.
My voice is gravelly as I say, “Take your clothes off, Kelsey. I want you naked and back in that position, kneeling in front of me.”
She rises to her feet and strips for me, taking her time, making a show of it. Sexy woman. When she’s bare, she lowers to her knees and resumes the same position—thighs wider than before, shoulders pulled back, breasts thrust forward, hands palm up on her thighs.
She’s stunning. Her nipples are so fucking hard. I want them in my mouth, but I stare at her instead, memorizing this moment. Everything about this is fucking hot.
The room is silent except for our breathing. I reach for my cock and lightly stroke up and down the length, my gaze on her. “You’re dripping, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” She shudders.
“It feels so good to submit to me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Will you go to Edge with me this weekend?”
“Of course, Sir.”
“As my submissive. Only mine. You won’t scene with anyone else ever again.”
“I’d like that, Sir.”
“I want you to wear my collar when we’re there,” I tell her. I’ve never even considered claiming someone the way I feel drawn to this woman. I want everyone in the club to know she’s mine. I want to strip her like this and show them how pretty she is when she submits to me.
She nods. “Gladly, Sir.”
“I won’t fuck you on the second floor in front of people, but I will show you off. I’ll push you to deepen your exhibitionist side. Then I’ll take you upstairs to my private apartment and fuck you until you don’t know your own name.”
She shivers. “Yes, Sir.”
“Crawl to me, baby.”
She doesn’t hesitate to drop onto her hands. Her tits look amazing, swaying back and forth as she comes closer.
I continue to stroke my cock with the barest touch. If I were to grip it, I would come immediately.
“Gorgeous, Kels.” I hold out a hand. “Climb onto my lap, straddle me. I want you to ride me.”
She takes my hand and rises, obeying me. As soon as she wedges her feet between the arms of the chair and my thighs, I grab her hips. My cock is lodged at her entrance. She’s holding my shoulders. “Please, Sir…”
“You’re going to drop down over my cock, taking all of it at once, and then you’ll stay there until I give you permission to move, understood?”
She nods rapidly. “Yes, Sir.”
“Your pussy is desperate for my cock, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” She squirms, but I hold her still, forcing her to hover above me.
When I release her, she slams down, impaling herself. Her head tips back as a deep, sexy moan fills the room. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. I love the feeling.
I tip my hips, grinding the base of my cock against her clit.
Kelsey cries out. “Oh, God…”
I slide my hands up her back and fist her hair in one, tipping her head back, elongating her neck.
I’m obsessed with her neck. Kissing it. Nuzzling it.
Inhaling the scent of her. I want my collar around it.
I want to shout to everyone that she’s mine.
I want to advertise it in a way no one at Edge will mistake.
If she ever submits to another Dom or Domme at the club, it will be under my direction.
I don’t care that a lot of submissives scene with Dominants who are not their own.
I’m too possessive to let Kelsey scene with someone else without my permission and without me watching.
I would only do so if I thought it would please her and, by default, please me.
“Reach back and put your hands on my thighs, baby.”
She releases my shoulders to do so, forcing her back to arch and her tits to push forward. I grab one and lower my mouth to suckle, increasing my efforts when she whimpers.
After giving attention to her other nipple, I firm my grip in her hair. “Now, baby. Fuck me, but keep your hands on my thighs.” The position is slightly awkward, but so fucking hot.
I grit my teeth to avoid coming as she bounces on my dick. Her breasts bob up and down. Her neck is long, open for me. She’s not getting enough friction against her clit in this position. I’m aware. She’ll wait until I grant her what she craves.
“Hendrix…” she cries out. “Please…”
“Tell me what you need, baby.” I want to hear it. I want her to ask.
“Touch my clit. Please…”
“Good girl.” I keep one hand in her hair and use the other to rub her swollen nub. The friction causes her to bounce harder, and she reaches her orgasm in seconds, moaning deeply as her pussy grips my cock rhythmically.
She doesn’t stop bobbing up and down, and it only takes a few more moments for me to follow her, filling her tight cunt with my seed.
I’m startled by the vision that assaults me.
I want to make her mine in every fucking way.
I want to have children with her. I want her to ride me like this while she’s round with our baby.
I didn’t get to pause and enjoy the experience with Madison.
I was young and worked long hours while doing my best as a single father.
This time, I want to do it with Kelsey by my side.
We’re both panting as I release my grip on her hair and guide her forward so she can rest against my chest.
She nuzzles her face into my neck. “What are you doing to me?” she whispers.
I rub her back and kiss the top of her head. “Loving you.”