Chapter 7 Kian
Kian
Something powerful happened just now.
I can’t explain it.
I’m so fucking blinded by my own arousal that I can’t even think straight.
For now, I need to do what I know how to do.
Take care of things.
As soon as I walk into the bathroom, I close the door and quickly discard the condom. Fuck. I’d do just about anything to fuck her bare right now. Literally anything. Sell my soul. I don’t give a fuck.
After I wash my hands, I grab a washcloth and look in the mirror while I wait for the water to heat.
“What the fuck,” I mutter as I turn my face in several angles, my skin sparkling under the lights.
Glitter.
Her glitter.
The corners of my lips twitch at that, and I look down at the sink and get the cloth wet, then wring it out.
On my way back to bed, I stop at the mini-fridge and grab a cold bottle of water.
Ace is snoring softly, her purple hair fanned out around her. She hasn’t moved, other than rolling over onto her back, her lush breasts on display for me to stare at as I approach. Even under the dim lighting, her silhouette is visible, and it doesn’t help my aching cock.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed on one leg, I drop the water and reach out to part her thighs. She startles awake and sucks in a breath.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“Shh. It’s okay. I’m going to clean you up.” I lower the warm, damp cloth to her pussy, and she sucks in a breath, then reaches between her legs to take it from me.
“I can do that,” she rushes out.
Using my free hand, I wrap my fingers around her wrist and pull it away. “I’m sure you can, but I’m taking care of you. It’s only water.”
She’s tense, but she doesn’t fight me as I wipe her bare pussy, cleaning up her delicious arousal. Fuck, I need to get it bottled so I can taste her come any time I want.
I take a bit longer than I actually need to, but something tells me she’s never had a man take care of her after sex before, and that doesn’t sit right with me. When I said she might be an actual angel, I meant it.
Once I’m done, I toss the cloth onto the floor and pull the covers down enough that she’ll be able to crawl under.
“Come on, angel.”
As she looks to where I’m patting the bed, her eyebrows pinch, and then she looks at me then lets her gaze drop to my cock.
“You’re not done. Can I taste you some more?” she asks quietly.
There’s something about her I can’t put my finger on. Something that makes me want to ask questions. But we already said no names, no strings.
“Later,” I tell her. “You’re tired, and you need to rest for a bit.”
When she opens her mouth to argue, I lean down and capture her lips, kissing her hard and deep, dominating her. “Don’t argue with Daddy. We have all night. Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking that pretty mouth before breakfast.”
Because, fuck me, her lips are soft and pink and those wide green eyes looking up at me with her mouth full of my cock is something I need to sear into my brain.
Instead of fighting me, she gets onto all fours and crawls over to the spot I offered her.
I wouldn’t mind watching her crawl like that for me. So damn pretty. One thing I have figured out about her is that she’s reckless and mischievous, but she’s also a pleaser. She loves being praised. And being controlled. Perfect for me.
I open the bottle of water and hand it to her. “Drink some.”
She takes several gulps, our eyes locked on each other the entire time, then she holds it out for me. I down the rest and toss the bottle.
“Scoot over,” I tell her, getting into bed next to her.
Eyeing me, she moves over until she’s almost on the other edge of the bed. When I settle on my back, I look over at her and can’t help but smile as I reach out and pull her into me. “We’re snuggling, angel. If I only get you for one night, I want the entire Ace package.”
She giggles quietly and relaxes into me, her soft body fitting perfectly against mine. So warm and soothing. Fuck, I could get a full night’s sleep with her pressed up against me. Even with this raging fucking erection.
“The entire Ace package, huh?” she asks. “Does that mean I get the whole Daddy package?”
“Yeah, baby girl. It does. Close your eyes and rest.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and I run my fingers over her silky hair.
“You’re good at this,” she murmurs so softly I barely hear it.
Smiling, I look down at her resting her face against my chest, her breath warm on my skin as it starts to slow. As I stroke her hair with my left hand, my gaze moves to the letters on my knuckles, and I can’t stop myself from asking, “How’d you get the name Ace?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, I think she’s asleep. Then, she inhales, her fingers flexing slightly on my chest. “I’m a dancer. It’s just a stage name.”
I watch her sleep for hours. How is it possible for someone to look so damn sweet and angelic, but to move her body the way she does?
Like a goddamn siren. So fucking beautiful.
I bet she makes a fuckton of money as a dancer.
Fuck, I’d give her every dime I have and ask her to dance for me like that forever.
Ace stretches out and rolls over, curling into a ball with the blankets tugged up to her neck in a cocoon, pulling them completely off me. I silently chuckle and get out of bed. Leaving the angel all tucked into my bed, I pad out to the kitchen and grab a sports drink from the stocked fridge.
That woman drained everything from me. The last time I experienced sex like that was… never. Nothing has ever come close.
After setting the half-empty bottle on the counter, I walk across the penthouse toward the wall of windows along the back of the room and pull back one of the sheer curtains to look out at the lights of The Strip.
It’s been a while since I really enjoyed the view of my home city.
It’s more beautiful than I remember, but then again, I don’t usually have time to stop and enjoy it.
“Hi.” Ace’s honey-sweet voice floats through the air, my dick instantly twitching.
When I turn, I find her walking toward me in nothing but my button-down, holding the edges closed as she looks up at me, her eyes sparkling.
“Come here,” I say as I open my arms.
She obeys immediately and tilts her head to look up at me, as I turn her so her back faces the windows. She doesn’t say anything, instead, sliding her fingers over my ribs and up my chest until she reaches my beard.
Leaning down, I capture her lips, my dick pressing against her stomach. She returns my kisses, moaning into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, as something snaps.
With a handful of her hair, I yank her head back and stare down at her. “Kneel, angel. I need to fuck your hot little mouth.”
Fire flickers in her irises, and she drops to her knees, her hands gripping my thighs. Keeping hold of her hair, I fist my cock and line the head up to her puffy lips, not letting it touch her yet.
First, we need to set some boundaries.
“Do you know what a safeword is, angel?”
When her eyes sparkle up at me, I know this girl is going to be perfect for me in every way.