Chapter 18 #3
This dark, troubled man has gone down the wrong path, and under the twisted circumstances that have brought us together, I’ve become the only person he trusts enough to let in.
I’m the woman he cares about enough to drop to his knees and actually apologize. Which means I can get through to him. It might take some time, but I can get him to see reason.
I know that with certainty.
I reach out and cup his face in my hands, tilting it up so he has to meet my eyes. His beard is rough against my palms, his skin warm and tension hardening his jaw.
“You can’t talk to me like that,” I say softly. “Ever. I don’t care how angry you are; you don’t get to lash out at me because you feel betrayed by your family.”
He releases a ragged breath and says, “I know, brat. I know.”
“That was the last time I’ll allow it, Lochlan.”
“It won’t happen again, brat. I won’t let it. You’ve got my word.”
“You can let me in,” I go on. “You can tell me what’s on your mind and how you feel. Even the darkest stuff you keep to yourself. I want to know that about you. I want you to see you can trust someone and not everyone will betray you. I’m here for you, Lochlan. That’s not going to change.”
“Yeah… I’m realizing that now.” He rises up to full height, sliding his fingers under my chin and bowing his head to press a kiss onto my lips. “You’re maybe the one person I can trust.”
“Do you trust me, brat?”
Lochlan’s question pierces the dark.
It’s a play on our earlier argument where I tried to mediate between him and his family and he lashed out from a sense of betrayal. He had dropped to his knees and told me he was wrong. Startling to witness from a powerful, commanding man like him.
I forgave him, but only after I made it clear I won’t tolerate it. That he could trust me even when he feels like he can’t trust anyone else.
Now, as night has fallen and we’ve retreated to his bedroom, we’ve decided to put that trust even more to the test.
My lips curl slightly as I try to place him in the room. He sounds like he could be coming from either side.
When you’re stripped of your eyesight, it’s increasingly difficult to place sound.
But it doesn’t take away from my swag as I stand proudly, my goodies on display. I’m butt naked, curves available for his viewing pleasure.
I’ve never been shy about my body. I’ve always loved my big titties and thick thighs and have never given a fuck that I’ll never come close to ever fitting a size two. But there’s an extra layer of satisfaction when exploring with Lochlan.
The man is so damn thirsty, so insatiably hungry for me that even masked I can feel it. His gaze is visceral.
It tracks over every inch of my body and leaves me hot and breathless. The kind of stare that’s primal and ravenous, as if at any moment he might lose it and pounce.
He starts circling me, his presence intense enough it sets me on edge. I’ve learned to expect anything at any time where Lochlan Callahan is concerned.
“I’m gonna need an answer,” he growls when seconds go by.
I bite down on my bottom lip. “It depends.”
“It depends?” he repeats.
I squeal as his hand collides with my ass in a sudden spank.
“It’s yes or no,” he says, and then suddenly he’s brushing up against me from behind. His warm breath is on the back of my neck as his hands settle on my hips. “Answer the question, brat. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Under one condition.”
I can practically hear the quirk of his brow. “Which is?”
“That you trust me. That you know I’ll never betray you.”
His hands roam from where they’ve notched on my hips, skimming up my naked curves. They glide past my belly and come up to cup my soft, heavy breasts.
Meanwhile, he’s tucked his head into the crook of my neck and started peppering kisses up and down the side.
My teeth sink deeper into my bottom lip as I resist the urge to moan at how good it feels. Somehow even better when I’ve been stripped of sight, the leather mask blinding me.
His every touch feels that much more intense. That much more intimate and spine-tingling.
He reaches the corner of my jaw, kissing at the point where my it meets my ear. “I trust you, brat. I know a real one when I see one. We’re in this together. Just me and you.”
A shiver racks through me as his breath blows against my skin and he punctuates his statement with another hot kiss.
His fingers roll my nipples between them, and I’m once again stuck trying to stave off a moan.
It’s just… fuckkkk.
Lochlan’s touch feels so good it should be criminal.
As his mouth presses kisses to my throat, he pulls and tugs at my erect nipples and tells me how much he loves my breasts.
“The size of fucking melons,” he groans. “Soft as fucking clouds. Do you know how good they feel in my hands? How much I love sucking and biting on them?”
My moan finally slips free as an answer to his questions.
I’ve had men who loved my big breasts before. The ones who were genuinely into big, natural breasts and how they hang.
But I’ve also had a few superficial jerks who offered to pay for a reduction or a lift, trying their hardest to convince me I would be much sexier if I went through with it.
I always gave them my ass to kiss.
Lochlan’s firmly in the first camp. He gets off even from touching them. His erection prods against me despite how controlled he always tries to pretend he is.
“These tits are so beautiful, I want to decorate them,” he goes on, nipping at my jaw. “They say every woman loves jewelry.”
I can sense him shifting behind me, reaching into his pocket to withdraw something. I go still, lungs pausing on my next breath. Anticipation thrums through me, a pulse that beats harder by the second.
“Beautiful jewelry for beautiful tits,” he says.
I realize what’s about to happen only a second before. I draw a breath as his warm hands caress my breasts, and then comes the sharp bite of the first nipple clamp.
“Damn!” I choke out.
The teeth pinch at my hard, pebbly nipple and send an intense jolt through me. Lochlan’s firmly braced behind me, his hands still fondling my breasts.
“How’s that feel, brat?” he asks, voice husky.
“Almost too damn much! That was just one?”
“Just one,” he answers. “We still have the second one. But you’ve gotta ask me for it. Tell me you want it.”
I bite harder on my bottom lip and then remind myself I’ve got this. It’s not the first time I’ve dabbled with nipple clamps.
It’s just, this feels more intense because I’m not only masked, I’m with Lochlan.
“What are you waiting for?” I say sassily. “These better have diamonds on them, by the way. I’ll accept no less from jewelry.”
He chuckles then rubs my free nipple between his fingers as if warming it up for the clamps. “You’ll be impressed by how good you look once you see yourself. Ready?”
I nod, going still again in anticipation.
The second clamp is just as intense and merciless as the first.
The sharp pinch sends a current of pain across my large breast as I make myself keep cool and breathe through it.
But with how sensitive my nipples are, the sensation quickly becomes addictive. The blood flow is suddenly blocked, and I can feel how it mounts every second the clamps pinch down on my flesh.
Lochlan fondles my breasts, his large palms cupping and squeezing. I moan softly and lean back against him, losing myself in the darkness.
It’s so easy to feel like I’m already floating. I’m lingering somewhere between pain and pleasure as he gropes my titties and kisses my throat and the clamps bite me.
“I want you on the bed,” he commands.
I release a short snicker. “And how am I supposed to find it?”
“How about I guide you? This is about to be intense, brat. Prepare yourself.”
My sharpest gasp yet rushes out of me as the clamps bear down harder and pull at my nipples. It takes me half a second to process through the newest burst of pain that Lochlan’s tugging on them—or at least the chain they’re connected to.
I let myself be guided from where I was standing and into the direction he’s headed. My breasts throb from the built up pressure, the blood flow blocked from reaching my trapped nipples. They’re caught between the teeth of the clamps as I’m pulled forward.
Lochlan’s going slow, tugging gently.
Yet it still feels so fucking intense I can barely stand it. My chest heaves, breasts thrusting forward as they’re pulled on and I’m forced to follow.
You’d think Lochlan’s bed was a mile away with how long it takes us to reach it.
Once we do, he eases me back until I’m sitting against the cool pillows. He bends over and captures my lips in a deep kiss.
Blindfolded and throbbing from the clamps, it’s an amazing distraction.
Suddenly I feel like a princess as I lay back and Lochlan strokes my cheek and kisses me passionately. He teases me with a flick of his tongue, using the right amount to make me melt.
Soon I’m lost enough in him that I almost forget about the clamps… until he reaches down and gives the chain a tug that’s a little harder than the others.
“Fuck!” I gasp against his mouth, the sharp sting rippling through my breasts and straight down to my pussy.
I’m not going to pretend I’m not already wet. That his deep kisses and nipple torture haven’t turned me on so much my pussy’s slick and clenching on air.
He swirls his tongue against mine, gripping my throat and making me dizzy. “That’s it, brat. Lose control. Scream so loud everyone hears you.”
“I might prefer your other forms of torture,” I murmur breathlessly. “The mouse for dessert? Let’s go back to that.”
His chuckle is low and dark as he silences me with more kisses and his free hand slides down my body. He moves slowly between my large, clamped breasts and damn near trails fire down my belly before slipping between my thighs.
I gasp at his fingers on my pussy and how slick and wet he finds me.
“Mmmm,” he groans. Then I hear a smack as if he’s licked some evidence of me off his fingers. “All this for me, brat? Look at this pussy. You’re dripping.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”