8. Kioni
Kioni
What happened tonight unleashed something inside of me I didn’t even know I had locked away, patiently waiting to be set free.
It’s too late to care or sort through that mess now.
It’s already claimed this intoxicating woman as ours.
I knew I could give her what she craved, but what I didn’t expect was how much I would love it too.
The chase, the hunt, her screams, claiming her under the moonlight.
One look at her walking past you on the street, and you would think she was soft and gentle.
With her dresses and long, flowy skirts, red hair, glowing skin with freckles splattered across her nose, she appears so sweet and innocent.
Which she is…sweet. But I know what lies beneath the surface.
The need to be claimed when all the doors are closed and the world is shut out.
She’s the sun before the storm and the rainbow that comes after.
Her body convulses as I notch another tally into the wooden bed frame with the tip of my blade while the other holds the wand steady on her swollen clit.
“Please,” she sobs. Tears have soaked through her blindfold, snot gathers at the base of her nostrils, and her skin is shining with sweat, and yet she hasn’t told me to stop.
Not really. She’s begged me to stop, sure, but not once has she said red or even yellow for me to give her a break.
This woman is fucking exquisite. Like a sinful doll that craves to be played with.
She screams weakly through her cries and attempts to bury her face in the sheets.
I dig the blade into the wood again. Another tally.
The way I tied her gives her almost no ability to move.
Her hands are crushed beneath her and tied to the bottom of the bed frame.
The rope around her ankles connects to eye hooks at the corners.
And to be sure she couldn’t even attempt to close her legs from my view, I knotted rope below each of her knees and secured it to the sides of the bed frame.
Her clothes lay in tattered pieces on the floor where I cut the fabric from her body.
One more and it will be ten. Ten times she has come for me without even knowing who is beneath this mask.
I’ll keep hiding until she’s ready to accept that I’m the only one who can give her what she needs, even when the shadows disappear and it’s just the two of us standing under the stars.
When her last orgasm of the night ripples through her, I wrap my hand around her throat.
No sound eludes her parted lips, but I know she’s screaming on the inside.
I remove my hand and the wand, and she sinks into the mattress, her head lolling to the side.
Unable to help myself, I lift my mask just enough to run my tongue up her center, gathering as much of her arousal as I can.
She jerks when my tongue meets her sensitive bud.
She tastes like every bad decision and greatest gift I’ve ever experienced.
I make quick work of untying her and removing her blindfold.
She doesn’t fight nor help me when I slide my arms underneath her and move her higher on the mattress to the pillow.
“Drink,” I demand, lifting her head. The voice is unfamiliar as it comes out of the voice changer.
She opens when the glass touches her lower lip.
I hold her as she drinks, and when I put the empty glass on the stand, I grab the salve and massage it into her skin where the rope left marks.
Claiming doesn’t just mean taking for yourself; it also means taking care of that person.
A flower does not bloom without water and sunlight.
Sam’s asleep by the time I reach her ankles, snoring ever so softly.
I wipe my gloves down the front of my pants and open the drawer that has her pajamas.
She groans when I tug the top over her head and does nothing to make this any easier.
I pinch my lips together, hiding my laughter as I try to dress this human-sized doll that is dead weight.
I hesitate for a moment before tugging the top over her breasts.
As much as I want to suck a nipple into my mouth, she’s not awake to give me the green light.
Although something tells me she would enjoy being fucked awake.
Bring her car around. I text Ryker, who’s on lookout duty, making sure no vehicle explored where they didn’t belong. I refuse to let her wander through the woods half-asleep to find her car.
When I hear gravel crunching under tires, I walk outside.
“Well? How was it?” he questions, walking towards me and then stopping with his hands on his hips, waiting for me to answer.
I bite my lip and look down at my boots, grinning too big. “It was incredible.”
“Everything you thought she would be?”
“More,” I huff out a laugh. “So much fucking more.”
“Okay, so the stalker phase is continuing. Noted. How are you going to hide the fact that you’re a woman the entire time? Actually, no, never mind. I don’t want to know those details.”
“You don’t want to hear about the realistic—”
“Shut the fuck up and don’t finish that sentence.” He shoves his finger in my direction.
“Hide. I’m going to wake her up. She’s sound asleep.”
“Damn, you fucked her unconscious? I guess congratulations are in order.”
My laugh comes out deep when I pull the mask back over my face. He’s ridiculous.
She doesn’t so much as stir when I brush her hair out of her eyes.
Damn it. I don’t want to wake her, but I didn’t prepare for us to stay the night.
There’s no way I can keep this disguise on until she finally wakes up on her own, and I sure as hell ain’t leaving her here alone all night even with cameras.
I’m wearing two hoodies and two pairs of pants to hide my figure and make me appear larger.
Not to mention a balaclava underneath the mask, and I can’t even take my gloves off, or she will see the color of my skin and feminine hands.
I grab her shoulders and gently shake her.
Nothing.
I shake her harder.
Nothing.
“Sam,” I bark.
Still nothing.
Gosh damn it. Smelling salts it is.
I’m sorry, baby.