TWENTY-FOUR
DAKOTA
After a while of Chase calming my nerves and suggesting I head to bed, I finally stopped pacing up and down.
“You’re right,” I nodded, fiddling with my fingers in front of my chest. “Kaden just needs a minute and—well, he’ll forgive me. Right?” I swallowed hard.
With a reluctant sigh, Chase got up and walked over. It was just him and I in the house since Logan had left to find Kaden.
“I can’t answer that,” he shook his head, gently holding my face in both of his hands. “But you can’t ever do something like this again, Dakota. With either of us. We need you to be open and honest. It’s important.”
I nodded apologetically. “I know.”
He pressed his lips to my forehead, and with that kiss of comfort, my heart steadied. I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. I messed up… bad.
Chase and I found ourselves on the couch as we got comfortable. Logan eventually returned and I jumped up in anticipation. My eyes were wide with panic and Logan offered a calming smile.
“Breathe,” he encouraged and I slowly inhaled with a sharp exhale.
Kaden entered the living room and my heart dropped as he headed straight for me. He grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me onto his shoulder, and I nearly yelped, grabbing his lower back for support.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he carried me upstairs.
His voice was hoarse. “The playroom.”
I swallowed hard. Oh, crap.
We entered in no time, and he flicked the light switch on, casting a sensual red glow over the room. He walked me toward the bed and carefully laid me down. Without wasting time, he cuffed each of my wrists to the corners of the headboard.
Anxiety pulsed in my throat as he stopped at the edge of the bed. He grabbed my ankles, pulling me lower as he cuffed each of them to opposite ends of a metal rod.
When his deep, lustful gaze met mine, a thick tension hung in the room—sending shivers through me.
He tugged my belt, allowing my robe to fall open—exposing my naked body. He walked over, sitting down to my right, and I swallowed hard as his eyes darkened.
He wrapped a firm hand around my throat, tightening his grip.
The vein in my neck throbbed with fear, and I was certain he could feel it.
His fingers slowly tightened, and I fisted my hands, meeting his intense gaze. He lowered his voice to a deep whisper. “I’ll show you masochism.”
A chill rushed through me, and my lungs burned as his firm grip stayed on my neck. I could barely breathe as I watched him, watch me. With my racing heart and aching chest, my brows drew together in panic.
He lowered his lips to mine, applying more pressure to my neck, and my eyes grew wide. “And I’ll make you beg for it.” He dropped his eyes to my lips. “Yeah?”
Pressure built up in my head as I pleaded with my eyes. “Kaden,” I choked out.
A beat passed between us until his grip finally loosened, and I heavily inhaled before letting out a shaky breath.
He let go of my neck and reached over, grabbing a silk blindfold.
Gently, he lifted my head as he blindfolded me before slowly lowering my head back down.
He placed a soft kiss to my ear, and my eyes fluttered closed underneath the material as I relaxed into the bed. “You remember your safe word?” he asked, and I nodded.
My voice was tremulous. “Yes.”
There was a shift, and something clamped down onto my hard and sensitive nipple, making me moan. He added one to the other side as well, and I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip.
He moved and I heard his footsteps retreat.
Something cold grazed my inner thigh, before the object was placed on my clit.
I shuddered, and when the device turned on and began vibrating, the muscles in my stomach tightened.
I could feel the vibrator soothe the ache between my legs, while his fingers slowly trailed up and down the inside of my thigh.
I suppressed a moan by fisting my hands and lifted my hips, grinding against the device until it was lifted off of me and my brows drew together.
“Kaden, please,” I insisted. The device slipped between my thighs again, and as soon as the vibrations shot through me, I moaned, rolling my hips against it.
Pleasure coursed through my veins as my arousal coated the little device.
I sucked in a quick breath when the device was once again ripped from me. I opened my mouth to protest until I heard his footsteps stop beside me.
“Kaden?”
A beat passed, though I was certain he was doing something. “I told you to beg,” his voice rippled through the silence, and I heard him light a match. I swallowed hard.
“Please,” I sighed, feeling the bed sink beside me as he sat down. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I pleaded with him, and the smell of a lit candle drifted into my nose.
As soon as those words left my mouth, I gasped in pain as the warm wax grazed my left breast. I moaned, feeling it drip onto my skin, burning me.
The wax solidified in seconds before he moved over to the other side.
He proceeded to do the same thing, and I threw my head back as the pain from the wax settled between my thighs.
The pulsing between my legs intensified as he kneaded my breast in his hand.
He tightened the clamp, and I arched my back off the bed.
He started the vibrator between my legs again and, in short, ragged gasps, I moaned his name. He continued to trail the hot wax down to my stomach, and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my skin buzz with warmth.
The vibrations between my legs soared through my veins, igniting flames of sin.
Suddenly, the wax stopped pouring, and the vibrations died out. With a racing heart and heaving chest, I swallowed hard as my clit ached in desperation.
Then, the sound of leather sliced through the air and crashed onto my left thigh.
I groaned in pain, tugging my wrists from the cuffs and without warning, a second whip sliced through the air.
The pain stung as he whipped my thigh for a third time before rounding the bed.
The leather came crashing down on my right thigh three times as well, and a tear trickled down the corner of my eye.
The pain—turned pleasure—was overwhelming and I couldn’t fight my arousal dripping from my wet slit. “Kaden,” I sighed, clenching my stomach muscles. “I—oh that hurts,” I moaned, feeling the vibrations against my clit. “Please, let me come,” I whined as he gripped my sore legs.
His warm mouth latched onto the inside of my thighs as he sucked my skin, turning up the vibrations of the device. “Oh God, yes,” I moaned, feeling him trail wet kisses up the inside of my thigh.
“Try again,” the low growl of his voice filled the air before he sank his teeth into my skin.
I opened my mouth to moan, pressing my head back into the mattress. “Kaden,” I whimpered.
His tongue trailed up my wet slit, and he allowed my arousal to lay on his tongue. I tugged at the cuffs, feeling his tongue drag up and down my slit as he teased me—tempted me. “More,” I sighed, lifting my hips. “Please,” I breathed as his tongue slipped inside of me.
My mouth gaped open, and I lifted my head off the mattress. His tongue was warm, wet, and deadly as he devoured me. He gripped my aching thighs with both hands, burying his face deep between my legs and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my orgasm near.
“Right there—ah.”
My emotions and feelings overwhelmed me as my heart raced, fighting against my head. I knew better than to disobey him, but my body couldn’t hold it in.
“I’m so close,” I sighed, tugging at the cuffs. I wanted my hands free. I wanted to touch him.
He licked up my entrance, all the way over to my clit, circling it, before sinking his teeth into the inside of my thigh.
I cried out at the sudden pain, pressing my head back into pillows.
His fingers slipped inside of me, and I begged him for permission. “Kaden. Please, please,” my breath hitched.
“Do you deserve to come?” he asked, pumping his fingers in and out of me and I nodded.
“Yeah,” I sighed, tightening around both digits. “Oh,” I moaned, arching my back off the bed.
His fingers grazed my lower stomach and my muscles tightened. “Look at you,” he trailed off. “So desperate and needy.”
His words gave life to something inside of me—something dangerously dark. Feelings of submission exploded in me as I ached to please him.
The rasp of his voice settled in my core when he denied me permission. I shuddered in pain.
Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of me and I sucked in a quick breath at the lack of contact.
My heart rate slowly steadied, and I felt him loosen the cuffs around my ankles. As soon as they were free, I pulled my thighs together.
I could hear him loosen his belt and my brows drew together in confusion.
The bed shifted near my ankles, and he lifted both of my legs. He positioned himself perfectly between my thighs, allowing my ankles to rest on his shoulders.
His tip brushed up my soaking entrance and I shuddered. Without warning, he pushed himself inside of me and I moaned as the sharp pain shot through my legs.
He was hard, and thick.
His strokes were short and slow at first, until he groaned in frustration. Gripping my legs, he pulled out before slamming into me and I arched my back off the bed, crying out in pain. His thrusts were rough and merciless as he repeatedly slammed into me.
“I can’t take—take it, Kaden,” I stammered feeling an immense pain between my legs. The sounds of my cries mixed with his skin hitting against mine filled the room.
His rough voice was demanding. “Yes you can.”
My cries of pain soon turned into moans of satisfaction.
He dropped my legs on either side of him before wrapping a firm hand around my throat and lowering his lips to my ear.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you baby?” he asked and I whined, nodding my head.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“Then fucking take it.”
His lips smashed to mine and our kiss was instantly drowned in blissful desperation. Our tongues glided to a lustful rhythm as he thrusts harder and faster. I was barely able to kiss him back until his fingers around my neck tightened.