Spinning Out of Control – By KL Hill #2
I always knew she liked it rough, but goddamn.
My dick hardens at the thought of her using the whips and chains hanging from the wall, taking charge of the scene. Always a little sadist.
The confirmation notification instructed me to sit on the bench at the end of the bed with my hands on my thighs.
I take my seat, sniffing out any cameras that might ruin tonight’s plan, but a beep from behind me halts my investigation.
The sound of heels clicking on the floor fills the silence as they enter through a hidden door.
How did I fucking miss that ?
“Hello, lover boy,” a voice purrs. The voice of a fallen angel. The one who got away. The one who will be screaming my name in pleasure and panic as I throw her over my shoulder and take her back where she belongs. With me .
CALLIE
Stalking toward the man, I take in his hulking build.
He fills the room with his presence as his shoulders rise and fall with each breath.
His crisp, white shirt pulls against the stiff muscles of his back, making my mouth water.
His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing off his corded, tattoo-filled forearms. He’s like a deity that’s chiseled from stone.
“Is this your first time?” I ask, keeping my voice low, letting the soft clicks of my heels echo. He nods, his shoulders tensing slightly before relaxing again. His anxiety thickens the air, settling against my skin like steam.
He listed a few kinks on his profile; however, he made sure to note that he enjoys being bound and dominated.
My kind of man.
I run my fingertips along his shoulder as I round him, straddling his lap and hovering over his crotch.
His large hands land on my waist, fingers pressing against my skin as I lower myself.
His white dress shirt accentuates his enormous chest. The muscles beneath tense as I drag my finger across his pecs, running my hands over his chiseled abs, feeling every muscle as it flexes.
My fingers teasingly linger over his belt buckle before gliding back to his shoulders.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I weave my fingers through his hair, giving him a playful tug at the roots, pulling his head back.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, giving me a quiet growl as I grind my hips against his hardening cock.
I drag my hands over his chest and shoulders as I slide from his lap, my skin burning where his fingers had been.
On my feet, I turn away, arching my back and pushing my ass out, giving him the show he paid for.
“Just relax. I assure you, tonight will be unforgettable.” Looking over my shoulder, I give him a wink.
His heated gaze burns even hotter into my skin, lighting me on fire. I’m used to men staring at me as I prepare the scene, but this feels different. Familiar .
I shake the feeling and prepare the leather cuffs, a strap-on, to see his reaction, and my favorite, the flogger.
I feel the heat that rolls off his body before the impact as he slams me into the wall.
His rough hands yank my arms behind my back, pinning them between us.
A large hand wraps around my throat, squeezing.
I try to scream, but he cuts off my air as he pushes his palm against my windpipe. His mask brushes against my ear as he brings his face closer. “It’s been too long, angel.”
My body shudders at the familiar voice that plagues my daydreams and nightmares. One that has me waking up, night after night, with my hand between my legs, on the edge of an orgasm. It sends a shiver down my spine, all while heat curls in my lower abdomen.
The voice of the man I left behind is now at my back, as his large, strong hands hold me in place.
My lungs burn from the hold he has on me.
The way his body presses against mine doesn’t hold a candle to the hand he has wrapped around my heart that’s always had a hold on me.
I fight against it, doing everything I can to loosen his grip, to no avail.
“Don’t fight it, Cal,” he purrs, pressing his cock against my ass as he pins me harder into the wall. “Just relax. This night will be unforgettable .”
His arrogance lights a fire in my soul as he echoes my words. I know I should fight harder, that I’m barely trying, that I should scream and set off the distress alarm activated by my safe word. But it’s lodged in my throat, choking even more air from my already burning lungs.
Slowly, he loosens his grip on my throat, air filling my lungs once again. “Luke,” I say, breathless.
“Say it again,” he growls, the sound rumbling through me, shaking me to my core.
“Luke,” I say with more force as air continues to fill my lungs, returning me to reality. “Get the fuck off me, or I will scream. And when I do, you’ll have less than ten seconds before they come in and haul your ass out.”
He chuckles as if it’s a fucking joke, the dark sound creeping across my skin. “You won’t scream, baby.” He presses his length against my ass. “Unless it’s my fucking name as you come all over my cock.”
His words and the feel of his length set my body on fire, melting me from the inside out. People always tell me their dirtiest thoughts, but none resonate with me like this.
I try to pull myself out of this mindfuck that he has me trapped in, feeling like a caged animal, ready to bite.
LUKE
Callie looks incredible.
Irresistible .
Her black lace lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination, while her Catwoman-inspired mask conceals her identity from anyone else.
Except me.
I’d know her anywhere, even with her striking, purple contacts hiding her baby-blue eyes.
“How did you find me?” she asks, breathless. I can’t decide if it’s from the hold I have on her or from her trying to hide the fact that she’s as turned on as I am. My hardening length presses against the zipper of my pants, and I relish in the pain as my cock throbs against her ass.
“You act like it was hard, angel,” I say, my words dripping with arrogance.
I’ll never tell her I’ve been searching day and night for the last three years.
That even the best PI couldn’t fucking find her.
She narrowly escaped me, but by a stroke of luck, one of the arms dealers started talking about a dominatrix at this very club, one who drove him wild.
Just by how he described her, my gut told me it had to be Callie. She’d always wanted to be more than a dancer, and if she were going to go anywhere, it would be a place like this—molding herself into a high society where money is no object and people are playthings. Not another seedy club.
But they can’t put a price on how much she means to me .
I loosen my grip on her, and she spins, her hand coming up to hit me. Halting her swing by grabbing her wrist, I press it against the wall, doing the same with the other. “I left for a fucking reason, Luke,” she spits. “Now get the fuck off of me, or I will scream.”
I lean in, pressing myself against her, feeling her chest rise and fall as she sucks in deep breaths.
“Do it, then.” I lean in even closer, wishing like hell that I didn’t have this fucking mask on anymore, that I could flick my tongue out and drag it across her skin.
Taste her. Scrape my teeth across her delicate skin.
“If you want me gone so fucking bad, then scream. I won’t stop you. ”
I hold my breath. My words hang heavy between us as I wait for her next move.
She relaxes in my hold, but I keep my fingers tight around her wrists. She’s quick, and if I give her even the slightest inkling that I’m going to let go, she’ll be gone in a flash.
Just like last time.
“Why are you here, Luke?” she asks. Her tone is softer, but the edge is still sharp enough to slice through my chest.
“For you.” They’re the only words I can manage as my throat tightens.
“You didn’t want me then, so why the fuck do you want me now?” Her words cut deep, ripping my chest open.
“That’s not true, Cal. I?—”
“—chose the Brotherhood over me,” she cuts me off, bringing her face closer to mine. “And left me out in the pouring rain while you were off doing whatever the fuck that asshole sent you to do.”
The memory of that night pours over me, hitting me like a bucket of cold water.
I was on what should have been an easy run, but found myself face-to-face with one of our biggest rivals when I stopped at one of the bars on the edge of town.
I found myself looking at an opportunity to prove to the President of the Kings that I had what it took to start training as an Enforcer, and I jumped him.
Other members of the Brotherhood dragged me away as his blood pooled on the floor beneath our feet. While the hit paid off for my rank, it cost me so much more.
I left that bar that night, bruised and bloody, with twelve missed calls, three voicemails, and more than twenty texts. The last one nearly fucking killed me.
CALLIE: We’re fucking done. Don’t come looking for me.
And then she blocked me from her phone and her life.
The storm that rolled in was nothing like I had seen before. She fucking needed me, and I left her out of it. Her voicemails begged me to pick her up, and she needed me to come get her. To fucking save her.
I found out later that she’d been sexually assaulted by a fucker who was a known abusive drunk.
He thought he was entitled to touching whoever the fuck he wanted, just because he had money and a well-known name.
I took it upon myself and tracked him down, making sure to send his wife the footage of him getting more than handsy with Callie that night—along with a note delivered right to her door, letting her know he wouldn’t be coming home.
It was hand-signed by that piece of shit, but not when they were attached to his body.