23. Kioni
Kioni
An inhuman growl rumbles through the mask I’m wearing when my eyes skim over the marks the rope left on her neck.
They will fade quickly. The material was too soft.
Her eyes flutter closed when I brush my thumb against her throat, tracing the hypnotizing red mark.
My mark. I want to toss this fucking mask to the floor and pull her nipple into my mouth.
I’m dying for her to scream MY name, not Shadow’s.
She gasps when I pinch her nipples between my fingers, and I squeeze harder when she pushes her chest out, trying to ease the pain.
“Shadow,” she whines, grabbing my forearms, attempting to pull my hands away.
“Lie on your back,” I order, dropping my hands to my sides.
She massages her nipples and attempts to glare at me, but I see the truth behind those beautiful blue eyes.
I step into her, and she lowers herself to the edge of the mattress.
There are no words to describe how utterly perfect this woman is.
Her lips part when I reach out and cup her jaw, rubbing my thumb against her delicate skin that is free from any trace of makeup.
It makes the freckles highlighting her nose stand out.
Her hair has never been more of a mess, but it only makes her that much fucking cuter.
I glide my hand down her neck to her chest and push her to lie back, and she does.
She’s flexible enough to handle this position.
Her skin pebbles under my caress as I drag her shorts and panties down her legs.
Need pulses through my veins when her bare pussy taunts me, unable to have a taste until I blindfold her.
I wrap my hands around her ankles and lift her legs, pushing them forward until her knees touch her chest and her ankles are past her ears.
“Hug your legs.”
She hesitantly wraps her arms around herself, and I grab the tie from her pink robe and wrap it around her arms, knotting it until I run out of length, securing her arms together behind her knees.
Testing her restraints, she tugs and wiggles around on the bed.
My eyes dart to her cunt, knowing what this is already doing to her.
I walk around the bed and pick up her headphones, placing them over her ears and connecting them to her phone and her most recent playlist. Needing to get this nuisance off my face, I grab her pillow and shake it free, shoving the case over her head. That’ll do.
Sweat drips off my forehead when I rip the mask off.
Finally able to see her more clearly, my heart stutters.
Perfection. I walk back around and drop to my knees, spread her lips apart, and dive in, basking in her taste and scent.
I devour her until she comes on my tongue, wanting her to fall apart for me and only me before I use a toy for her next one.
She’s unable to hear the vibrator and jerks when I brush it across her clit.
It’s fun to tease her, giving her only brief taps on her sensitive bud, holding it steady only when I’m sliding inside her.
“You are my sunrise, Sam,” I confess, knowing she won’t be able to make out my voice or words through the music in her ears.
The new dildo I bought has a vibrating base, and it feels so fucking good.
She won’t be able to hear the extra buzzing with her headphones on, and it’s the same size as the other one so she shouldn’t notice a difference.
My body trembles as I force myself not to come until she does so we can reach that bliss together.
My thrusts falter as my climax seizes control of my body.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, digging my fingers into her thigh and forcing my hips to keep moving, chasing my pleasure and finishing hers simultaneously.
I’m breathless when I turn off the vibrators and slide out of her, admiring the arousal coating the condom.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise quietly, rubbing my hand across the red splotches I left on her skin.
I tug the condom off and wad it in toilet paper before shoving it to the bottom of the trash can in her bathroom.
If she finds it, she might get suspicious as to why it’s not filled with semen.
I use one because this thing is inside my pants and I don’t want hair or fuzz that got stuck to the silicone to get inside her.
I situate the fake organ so it’s comfortable and then shove the damn gas mask back over my face and fix my hood.
If I don’t untie her and let her get ready, she won’t be the only one late for work this morning.
I free her arms, and she drops her limbs to the mattress and lies there spread out, motionless. A satisfactory smile tugs at my lips, and I laugh, walking around to pull the pillowcase off and remove her headphones. Her bangs are clinging to her forehead with sweat.
“I don’t even want to move. Cover me up and call me off work again,” she groans.
“I’ll run you a bath before I leave,” I tell her, brushing a piece of hair out of her face, and she grins, gazing up longingly at me.
“Don’t make me fall for you if you’re not real.”
I sit next to her and swipe my thumb across her cheek. “Fall, little wolf. I already jumped off that cliff and I’m waiting at the bottom for you.”
“But—” she starts, and I silence her with my finger on her lips.
“Shh.”
She stays spread out like a starfish while I go to her bathroom and turn on the water in the tub.
I have to take a glove off so I can check to be sure the water is hot enough for her before plugging the drain.
One day, I’ll be able to hold her while the water covers us both.
But I worry she’s falling so hard for Shadow she won’t give Kioni a chance.
I toss in a bath bomb, and it erupts into a colorful volcano.
No footsteps come from her bedroom still, so I trot back and scoop her up into my arms.
Giggling, she says, “I knew if I lay there long enough you would come get me.”
“Brat,” I scold her playfully, my sleeves getting wet as I place her majesty in the tub.
I grab a different robe from the hook on the door and a towel, positioning them next to the tub for when she gets out. I’m not sure if she has more robes in this house, or slippers. My heart tugs towards hers, not allowing my feet to walk out. I turn around and she’s already watching me.
“See you later, pup,” I tell her, and she blows me a kiss. I catch it, then force my legs to carry me out.