12. Kioni
Kioni
She gave me the brightest green light without a single glimmer of red. The desire to push her to her limits and see how much she can endure before breaking is overwhelming. If I had to guess, I’d be the one to break first.
“Oh, sweetie,” she coos, bending to scoop up the tiny creature. A piece borrowed from a taxidermist. It’s fucking creepy as hell. I can tell the second she realizes the kitten is fake. Her arms freeze mid-air. I’m already behind her, crouching down. So oblivious.
I cover her mouth with my gloved hand to contain her startled scream. “Last chance,” I warn, brushing her hair to the side, exposing her delicate throat. Her body relaxes when she hears the familiar voice, and I drop my hand to her chest.
“Shadow?” she whispers.
“I need you to tell me what’s off-limits, or everything is fair game.”
Her body trembles with fear and excitement. “All g-green,” she stutters, and a chorus of demons howl in my mind. I tilt her head to look back at me, my motorcycle helmet hiding the truth. Wrinkles form between her eyebrows when the needle pierces the side of her neck, and she slumps into me.
“Come on, little wolf. Time to play.”
I carry her to the passenger side of her car, placing her inside, resting her head on the middle console, and securing the seatbelt around her.
I snatch the creepy kitty off the road and hop in the driver’s side, removing my helmet and adjusting the seat to accommodate my long legs.
She’s not that much shorter than me, but apparently she likes to brush against the steering wheel while she’s driving.
Unable to resist, I press my lips to hers before taking off down the road.
My bike is hidden well enough in the woods.
I’ll grab it later once I have Sam situated in her temporary home.
I wet my lips, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her again.
Animals scatter, clearing the way for us to drive through the woods towards the small hunting cabin I bought just for times like this.
Under a fake name, of course. No belongings except hers are inside.
Nothing that will trace back to me if she would look.
I drive extra slowly, careful not to run any of them over.
It would break my girl’s heart, and we cannot have that now, can we?
The night is beautiful. There isn’t a cloud in sight to block the stars from shining down on us.
As pretty as they are, the woman in my arms is the most exquisite of them all.
She shines so brightly, it’s like a magnet for my depraved heart.
I’ve never met a woman so…good but at the same time so fucking bad.
Sam is the kind of woman you could take to meet your parents, and they would obviously fall in love with her.
Then she’d let you fuck her in the bathroom while they’re in the kitchen cooking dinner.
I lay her on the small dining table and undress her, pressing kisses up her creamy thighs, over her pretty pussy, each nipple, and then claim her lips again.
Oh, sweet girl, you are more dangerous than you’d ever know.
The things I would do for her are the kind of stories people tell around campfires to provoke nightmares.
She’s mine. I’d carve my name into her flawless skin if I were ready for her to discover the truth.
The night she showed herself to me was the night my life changed forever.
I may have let her walk away, but I followed.
Hiding in the shadows and obsessing over the beautiful redhead who stole my soul.
Her body twitches. I kiss her one last time before tugging on a black balaclava.
A shiny red demon mask lies off to the side for later.
If she sees any part of my face, it will be game over.
And then I’d have to go to extensive measures to keep her playing.
I dress her in a black leather straitjacket.
A thick band wraps around her neck, resembling a posture collar.
I connect a small chain to the ring on the back of her neck to the one resting between her shoulder blades, tilting her gaze away from me and to the ceiling.
A strap rests between and under her breasts, leaving them exposed.
Hands in front or behind? They were behind her back last time, so I cross them in front of her and secure the sleeves behind her, locking her in.
She’s groaning into my shoulder now. I connect the chain hanging from the ceiling to one of the D-rings on her chest, keeping her upright.
Tugging her forward until her ass rests on the edge of the table, I work quickly to tie her legs open for me.
I chuckle when I realize the rainbow-colored rope matches her toenails.
When I saw it in the store, it reminded me of her, so of course I had to get it.
I secure a single column tie above her knee on her right leg and wrap it around her back and do the same to the left side.
What a beautiful feast.
I swipe my tongue up her center and hum against her most sensitive spot.
Her body reacts, but her mind is still lost to the drugs.
Dipping a finger inside, I pump it in and out slowly.
Just because she’s unconscious doesn’t mean I’m not going to prep her first. Quiet moans work their way up her throat.
She hums as I glide my finger up her center to her clit and then back down to slip back inside.
I do it over and over until she is glistening and ready.
I can’t help but lick my fingers clean before putting my gloves back on.
I unzip my pants and pull out the expensive as fuck dildo, slipping on a condom to make it feel even more real to her.
A cheap one just wouldn’t do for this situation.
It’s impressive, actually. It truly looks and feels like a fucking dick.
The skin moves on it and everything. But I still need to keep my pants on so she doesn’t brush against the harness it’s attached to.
I slide inside her with ease, the bumps and ridges of the grinding base providing me with my own pleasure while I fuck into her.
Time to wake up and play, pup.