Kiara （Present） #2
I slide my hand to my inner thigh, moving up and down in slow, teasing strokes.
With my other hand I slip one shoulder strap of my dress down, revealing the white lace underneath.
Then the other strap, pushing them both down to my elbows until my chest is fully exposed, nipples hard under the sheer fabric.
The song Glory Box fills my ears as I close my eyes and let the fantasy keep unfolding.
The trail of hair under his navel is black and thick, like a road to hell. He unbuckles his belt and undoes the zipper, uncovering the bulge pressing to his boxers.
I slide my hand to my core, feeling how the lacy material covering my pussy is completely wet, and slide my fingers slowly and tenderly up and down the lacy triangle.
He curls his fingers around the waistband of his underwear and slides it over the bulge, freeing his cock entirely, the veiny thing hard and ready.
I gasp, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. I slide my hand under the lace of my bra and circle my middle finger around my nipple, imagining his mouth there instead.
He grabs his cock at the base, holding it, not taking his eyes off me.
I spread my legs a bit more for him, one leg comfortably resting over the backrest, the heel flying in the air, the second leg bent, the heel sinking into the material of the sofa.
I slide the lace covering my nipples down, so both my breasts are free and pushed up even more, as I sink my hand in the panties, feeling the slickness almost dripping.
I drag my fingers from my clit down to my entrance, up and down, spreading the wetness.
He grips his cock and starts moving slowly up and down with his hips hitting his fist. The scars on his wrist tightening, veins pumping as he leans his head more backward from the pleasure, not blinking, still watching me, never taking his eyes off my little show.
My breaths are uneven and shuddered, whimpers slipping from my lips as I can’t stop the warmth spilling through my body. I slide one finger deep into my entrance and start pumping slowly, matching the movements of his hips.
I hope you let me finish this time, Kasien.
I move my hand from my breasts to my clit as I rock my hips to help my fingers go deeper. My mouth slightly open, eyes closed, I hear his breath getting so heavy that a deep moan escapes his throat. I moan back, his smell all over me—intoxicating, spiced with smoke and cardamom.
I lose myself entirely and feel my belly muscles tighten, the pressure moving to my pussy and almost sending me over the edge.
My breathing stops, my hips moving abruptly to the rhythm of his hand on his dick.
Shivers start driving to my core and I feel the warmth down at my spine suddenly spill all over my inner walls, my legs shaking and a loud moan escaping my lips as his cock tightens and he spills his cum all over his hand.
I breathe quickly, coming down from my high, my legs shaking, and the muscles all over my body twitching.
When I slowly open my eyes, my fingers are still sunk deep in my pussy.
I move them out, slowly, inch by inch, just how he likes it.
It’s dripping. I catch the eye of the camera again and bring my fingers still wet with my cum to my lips.
I stick my tongue out, then bury the fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact with him.
While pulling them out of my mouth, a deep breath escapes me. And that’s when it hits.
The loneliness.
Sharp and stupid and overwhelming.
It washes over me so fast I almost laugh at myself, but the ache in my chest is real.
I stay there for a few more minutes, limp and warm and emptied out, staring at nothing. Then I pull the lace back over my chest and slip the dress into place.
My limbs feel heavy as I curl up on the couch, shifting into a normal, non-upside-down position. I close my eyes and let the sudden swell of emotions drag me under, falling asleep before I can talk myself out of it.
?
“Back then, you looked at me like I was already dead.”
“Kasien,” I mumble in my dream.
My head nestles on the sofa pillow when I feel drool at the corner of my mouth. I partly open my eyes, too tired to get up yet.
“Wakey wakey, Troubles.”
I jump and gasp as this bastard just gave me another heart attack.
He’s sitting on the other side of the U-shaped sofa, legs spread, resting with his hands on the backrest, the same I-own-it-all energy as always.
Smiling.
I sit up and take the blanket I’m covered with, studying it. I didn’t take this blanket when I fell asleep.
“What are you doing here?” I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“The guys were getting suicidal, so I took their place, keeping an eye on our sneaky prisoner,” he smirks.
“Oh. But where were you for the last three days?” I ask, not even realizing how comfortable I am with his presence already.
“You missed me?” he asks, voice deep with mischief. So I give him a deadly stare.
“We had to take care of something. We came back last night.”
So it was them I heard outside.
I slowly drop my head into my palms, taking time to wake up fully with a headache from the whole bottle of red wine.
“So, Troubles,” he starts. “Do you wanna explain why Kas cut the tech room’s connection to the cameras last night?”
Oh God.
I blush and unintentionally lift the corner of my mouth into a little embarrassed smile.
What do you mean? I just eye-fucked the camera, that’s all.
“I see,” Adrien smirks and keeps watching me as I stay silent.
I shake off the embarrassment, ignoring him as I go do my hygiene in the bathroom, hearing him leave.
“Adrien,” I yell at him from my bathroom while I wash my face. I step out of the bathroom, my makeup all grunge and not properly washed yet. “Please stay,” I say, with a hint of unintentional sentiment.
He doesn’t give me any answer but smiles to himself as he turns around and throws himself back on the sofa, kicking his combat boots on the coffee table and crossing his hands on his chest.
I’m going crazy from loneliness and I guess he’s all I got. The need for information is now bigger than any fear.
I quickly finish cleaning my face and teeth and head back to him.
“So I,” I start, slightly nervous, not sure why, “I think I get it and I won’t run.”
I wait for his answer, his face covered with surprise.
“What exactly did you get?” he asks, wanting me to elaborate.
“The Vermilion has put a target on my back. Kasien took me, saving my life, meaning this place is safe for me now,” I explain as he studies me. “So I won’t run,” I add.
“Okay?” He doesn’t understand where I’m going with this so I continue.
“I need you to let me out for a bit. I need fresh air and movement. You can trust me,” I explain, trying to sound nice and trustworthy.
He surprisingly doesn’t laugh or mock me Instead, he looks like he’s considering the idea.
“I’ll see what I can do. You’re clearly a bit bored here.”
He quickly glances at the empty wine bottles and walnuts all over the rug, then shamelessly checks me up. I’m still wearing my date outfit and heels.
“You mean you’ll ask Kasien,” I correct him.
“That’s right.” He nods.
“Is he your boss or something?”
I settle myself comfortably on the couch, crossing one leg over the other.
“No. We prefer partners,” he corrects me.
“Partners in crime or something else?” I tease him with a smirk and he gives me a huge smile.
“Depends on the situation.”
We don’t break eye contact for a long moment, as if trying who gives up first.
Okay, Kiara, stop fantasizing and get back to the interrogation now.
“Who is Lucien?” As soon as I say that name, his face instantly goes into serious mode. The expression I saw on him just once, three days ago in the lobby.
“Okay, Kiara, I’ll stop you right there.” He claps his hands together and rests his elbows on the knees.
I think this is the first time he said my name.
“For your own safety, all you need to know is that you got yourself into serious danger, and this place, like it or not, is the only place you’re safe right now,” he states, the sudden urgency of his voice spiking my pulse.
“Well, safe from death, at least. I can’t speak for Kas,” he adds with a wink, and continues. “Forget that L-name and never say it out loud again, understand?”
I stay quiet, but inside me something clicks. A name I’m not supposed to remember suddenly feels so important. I need to find out what is happening and who Lucien is.