WINDY CITY: The complete series

by Stone, Measha

  He trailed kisses down her neck until he reached her bare breasts. He shot her a hungry stare as she arched her back to give him better access.

  He grinned and shook his head. "So greedy." He took a taut nipple between his teeth and bit down until she squealed. Then he repeated the same action on the other side, brushing his stubbled chin over the already sensitive nub.

  A deep rumble sounded through his chest, sending a shiver of excitement up her back.

  Her left breast filled his hand, and she found his eyes right before he lightly licked her nipple with the very tip of his tongue.

  She groaned at the immense pleasure that one small action could bring. Once the sensation softened, she felt a cool breath blowing over the wetness, and before she could register the sensation, his five o'clock shadow assaulted the tender spot again.

  "Kendrick!" she moaned.

  He let out a menacing chuckle. "Keep your hands over your head."

  "Damn, you're fucking hot." He slid down her body, and in one motion pulled her sweatpants from her toned legs.

  "No panties?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "And you shaved." He placed a hand over her now hairless mound. "Why?"

  "I-I—"

  His eyes bore into her, and his fingers were lightly touching her clit—her swollen, wanting clit.

  "I thought you might like it." The answer fell quietly from her lips.

  His mouth softened into a gentle smile that reached his eyes.

  "I do." His fingers circled her clit, applying sweet pressure to the nub.

  She released a hard breath and arched up at him.

  "Keep still, Kelly." He stopped his movements. "Look at me." He paused for her obedience.

  "I want you to remain still. Don't move your arms, your hips, or your legs. Do you understand?"

  She nodded.

  "Words," he reminded her.

  "Yes, I understand." The words fell out of her mouth, but truth be told, she wasn’t entirely sure she was telling the truth. How could she remain still while he coaxed the fire burning inside her?

  He was placing her in verbal bondage.

  Don't move.

  Obedience. No ropes holding her down, only her obedience to his command.

  "Please, touch me," she whispered but remained still.

  "Since you asked so sweetly." He winked at her and slid two fingers down her wet slit until they reached her opening.

  She held her hips firmly to the bed and growled out the frustration of wanting to take him into her. She felt empty, and she needed him to fill her.

  He slid down her body until he was laying between her legs. He pushed them apart, wide. A breeze from the open window brushed against her, and she took another deep breath.

  His stubble ran against the inside of her thigh to the right then the left, before his chin rubbed against her clit.

  "Holy fuck!" she hissed at the rough sensation.

  He rubbed harder with his chin, and when the burn of the roughness grew to a new height, he took her clit into his mouth and gently suckled.

  She dug her nails into her hand to keep from leaping up, and a low growl escaped her chest at the new sensations.

  His fingers found her again, and slowly slid into her, filling her while his tongue danced on her throbbing clit.

  "K-Kendrick," she muttered.

  Rather than stop to ease her suffering, he intensified the pressure of his tongue and thrust his fingers into her passage. She threw her head to the side and bit down on her lip, trying not to scream out as he continued to take pleasure in her torture with his rough sensual play.

  "Put your hands at your sides." He looked up at her for a moment.

  With no hesitation, she moved her hands to rest beside her hips.

  He entwined the fingers of his free hand with hers. "Good girl. Such a good girl." He kissed her clit and removed his fingers from inside her.

  Her disappointment was short lived as he gripped her other hand and filled her with his tongue. Their fingers laced together as he continued to lick and suckle. He nuzzled her clit between long licks and tongue thrusts.

  In a moment of confusion, she lifted her hips toward him, wanting more. He immediately sat back on his heels, releasing her hands.

  Her eyes flew open and found him. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I forgot. I'm sorry." She didn't move from the bed; instead, she went back to obeying his command by remaining still.

  His eyes remained on her as he slowly slid back into his position. His hands not reaching for hers.

  "Do not move," he warned as his right hand hovered over her pussy.

  She gripped the bedding beneath her hands as his hand crashed down over her clit. She sucked in her breath and tried to close her legs, to shield herself from the sting.

  Not being denied, he pried her legs open. "Do not move," he said as he spanked her pussy again.

  She wanted to jump away, to protect her sensitive area from his punishing hand, but she took a deep breath and clenched her hands. She could do this; she could take what he offered.

  "Stay still," he repeated as the third slap landed over her clit.

  She cried out at the last strike but remained motionless on the bed. His spanks made her clit throb, but she found she only wanted him more than before. He repeated his mantra, and she braced herself for another volley of spanks.

  He surprised her when his tongue dove back into her cunt. It was like a silk bath running over her hot folds. His hands slid beneath her, lacing his fingers with hers.

  The punishment hadn’t been as bad as she had thought it would be. In fact, it had driven her even closer to the edge.

  Her clit became the center of his attention as he suckled and nibbled.

  She felt the familiar build in her belly. If he didn't stop, she'd come. "Kendrick," she moaned.

  He hummed into her wetness, vibrating her closer to her release.

  "I… Fuck." She took a deep breath. "Please. I have to."

  He wanted her words. She tried to find them for him, but she'd never had to ask before. Shoving aside the awkwardness of this new request, she blurted out her need. "I need to come! Please!"

  He merely shook his head between her legs and continued to run his tongue into her hot channel and up to her waiting clit.

  Damn him and his words!

  "Kendrick, please. May I come?" She wanted to bury her hands into his hair, to squeeze her legs shut around him and push her sex into his mouth while she found her release.

  His gaze dragged up the length of her. "Come for me, Kelly. Come right now." He held her hands tighter and pressed this tongue hard onto her clit.

  The explosion was sudden and deep. Her insides seemed to rattle with the fierce throbbing of her clit. Her mouth opened to cry out, but all she was able to manage was a squeak. Her breath caught in her throat, and she clenched his hands.

  His tongue never left her. He stroked her with light feathery licks, until she released the tension from her muscles and sank into the bed, breathing heavily.

  One final chaste kiss to her clit, and he let go of her hands.

  He closed her legs and laid beside her, his hand resting on her stomach as she regained composure. His stare bore into her and she turned to him.

  She frowned at the clothes he was still wearing and reached down to rub his hard cock.

  He rolled onto his back with a soft groan, and she tried to work his button open.

  His hand stilled her. "No."

  "But—" He placed a fingertip to her lips.

  "I want you over the bed. Stand up, face the bed, and then bend over until your tits are laying on the comforter. I want your hands behind your back. Can you do that for me?" He brushed away a stray hair from her face.

  Her heart started to race again at his words.

  "Yes." She moved from the bed.

  He rolled off the bed from his side. She didn't need to look at him to know he was watching her every move.

  She placed her palms on the bed and glided
them forward until her breasts touched the warm blankets. Her cheek rested against the bed, and she folded her hands behind her back. Holding her right wrist in her left hand, she slid her feet apart.

  Muffled footsteps came from around the bed. His jean clad legs pressed against her bare ass and his fingertips touched her skin lightly.

  She wanted to peek over her shoulder and look into his eyes.

  His gentle touch moved from her cheeks to between her legs where she was still wet. She wiggled her backside, hoping to have him slide his fingers into her again.

  Unable to see him, she relied on her ears to figure out what was happening. There was a fumbling from his hand rustling through his pocket. His wallet landed on the bed, followed by a package tearing. The zipper of jeans. His legs remained pressed against her until the tip of his dick pushed against her cunt.

  "I want you." His raw voice filled the room. "I want you hard. If I get too rough, you have to use your words. Do you understand?" His right hand landed hard on her ass.

  The warm sensation of his skin, and the roughness of his fingertips soothed any worry she might have had at his words.

  "Yes. I understand."

  He wrapped his fingers around her wrists, and with no further comment or warning, he drove into her.

  She grunted at the forceful impact, and the immediate fullness of his cock. She pressed her face into the bed and clenched her eyes shut at the wonderful feeling of him thrusting into her.

  She arched her back and was granted a grunt of approval from him. She lifted her head as best as she could and looked back at him. His eyes were on her, watching her with determination as he thrust into her.

  The thickness of his cock filled her as the bed sheets brushed against her clit. She rested her head back down and focused on the pleasure building in her body, the wonderful sounds of his thrusting, knowing he was taking what he saw as his.

  The idea of him using her this way, thrown over the bed, holding her hands, while she lay completely nude and him still fully dressed, brought her libido back into full swing. She wiggled more to increase the pressure on her clit.

  "You are not to come again," he ground out when she began to move in rhythm to his movements.

  "Okay." She closed her eyes and tried to refocus her thoughts on his pleasure. She leaned back into him as he thrust forward.

  "Damn." He exhaled sharply, and she smiled to herself, increasing her thrusts back at him. His hands tightened on her wrists, and his breathing changed. He was close.

  Wanting to bring him more pleasure, she lifted her right leg until her knee rested on the bed. He groaned loudly at the new sensation she caused. She moaned her frustration at having made herself feel him even deeper and unable to enjoy another orgasm.

  He cursed before one last hard thrust had him stilling. His breathing became steady; his heavy signs gradually subsiding.

  Slowly, he released her wrists, but she didn't move them. They were sore from being held so tightly, but she relished in the idea that she had brought him so much pleasure. He was rough, hard, and relentless.

  He was perfect.

  Chapter 17

  Tread Lightly

  Kendrick had been sitting at his desk for an hour and had achieved nothing. The woman wouldn't get out of his head. Thoughts of Kelly and her utter obedience Sunday afternoon invaded his every thought.

  At first meeting, he thought her to be a headstrong woman who wanted only to dally in some slap and tickle. He found her natural ability to follow his lead, even when she wanted desperately to go a different direction, to be surprising and completely consuming.

  He'd known many submissive women over the years and had several serious relationships, but none seemed so in tune with the obedience he craved from them. They'd all been good at submitting to his will, but he felt most were placating him. A role they played along with until they got to the spankings and whippings. He wanted more from them. He wanted their submission to go beyond the physical realm. Beyond wet panties and throbbing hard-ons. He wanted to say jump, and them ask, "How high, Sir."

  The thought of Kelly calling him Sir didn't sit well, though. He didn't want labels between them. No precut definitions of their roles and relationship guidelines. Just them doing what they found natural.

  He wondered if Kelly even understood how submissive she truly was. She had taken the initiative to shave herself with the idea of pleasing him. During their conversation regarding sexual boundaries, he'd mentioned briefly that he liked a shaved pussy. They hadn't dwelled on it, in fact, it had been an off-the-cuff comment after she made a joke about 70’s bushes.

  He dragged his hand through his hair; he had to get her out of his mind for at least an hour to get some work done. The contracts for the security at the new club were being sent over, and he still needed to plot out his crews.

  He pulled out his employee files again and began sorting. Kelly was due to call him after she finished her last class around four; he would do his best to keep her from his mind until then.

  Kelly was standing on the front stoop of her apartment building when Kendrick pulled up. She managed to skip down the steps and get to the car before he was able to get out and open the door for her. She grinned at him but was only met with his frown.

  "What?" she asked, checking her outfit. "No boobage." She waved her hand over her blouse-covered chest. The top two buttons were undone, but no cleavage showed. Her black, pleated skirt covered her to her knees.

  If only she knew what her outfit did to him. She was every bit the naughty schoolgirl, and he was sure that had been her intention. Her apparel wasn't the cause of his frown however.

  "I asked you to wait inside. It's late,” he said.

  "It's nine." She rolled her eyes and situated herself in her seat. Although he found her edge toward brattiness cute, he knew he would have to squash it soon before she dove headfirst into that role.

  "Still…" He waited for her to buckle herself in, then pulled out into traffic. Thursday nights were popular among the partygoers of the younger generation, making traffic more annoying than usual. "When I tell you to do something, you're supposed to do it." He glanced over at her. Her skirt had crept up, and her diamond mark peeked out from beneath the hem.

  "Sorry." She smiled, giving him the impression she was in no way regretful. "Maybe you should give me another punishment." The suggestion was given with a light-hearted tone.

  "Another punishment?" he asked, merging into the right turn lane.

  "Yeah. Like the one you gave me on Sunday." She patted his thigh playfully and returned to peering out the window. "Where are we going anyway? I thought you said we were going to the club tonight."

  Kendrick turned again, taking side streets made his travel time shorter. Having been a street cop for several years, he had a GPS map permanently etched in his brain.

  "We are." He made another turn. "What punishment the other night?" What game was she playing.? They had been together three nights, and each night had ended in her bed, but he recalled no punishments being given. He hadn't even delivered a spanking yet.

  "You know." She glanced over at him. Her blush was so soft, had he not been looking right at her, he might have missed it.

  The light turned green, and he turned back to the road. "No, I really don't. Tell me what you thought was a punishment." He turned down an alley and made their way to the parking lot behind the club.

  Silence filled the car while he parked. He turned to her and held her gaze with his. "What was it?"

  "On Sunday. When we were having sex, I moved my hips, and you spanked…you know…my pussy." She unbuckled herself and reached for the door handle. He stilled her with a hand on her leg.

  "That wasn't a punishment." He waited for her to turn back to face him. He needed her full attention for what he was about to tell her, wanting no miscommunication between them.

  After a little huff, which he decided to ignore for the moment, she turned to him and crossed her arms over her ches
t.

  "That was a playful reminder," he said in a low voice. "When I punish you, there won't be an orgasm to follow. There will be no fun had by you or me during a punishment. It is a serious thing, never something done playfully and certainly never during sex."

  Her smile faded, and she scraped her teeth along her bottom lip.

  "Do you understand what I'm saying? Because you have to agree to being punished, even when you don't want to be."

  "We covered that already," she mumbled, and started to fidget in her seat.

  "I know, but I want to be sure. Also, the eye rolling and the huffing and puffing stops now. You're an adult, and I expect you to always behave as such. Do you understand?"

  "I understand, Kendrick." A heavy sigh escaped her lips. A flicker of annoyance appeared in her eyes but was gone with a blink. "I do. Really." She placed her hand over his.

  "Good. Now…" He reached into the backseat to grab his backpack. A few moments of digging resulted in finding the box he sought. He shoved the bag onto the floorboard between his legs and handed her the white box. "This is for tonight, and any other night we play here."

  She took it from his hands and balanced it in her lap as she unfolded the flaps, pulling the lid free. She was silent, simply staring into the box.

  Kendrick watched for her expression to change.

  Carefully, she lifted the silver bracelet into her hand, toying with the emerald jeweled eternity symbol. Winding ropes entwined with each other, never beginning, never ending. They simply went on for eternity. In the center of several of the loops were small emeralds.

  Her eyes shifted from the box to his face. Something stirred in her expression he didn't recognize.

  Fear? Disappointment? No. Something more complicated.

  She threw on a plastic smile and held the bracelet in the air. "What is this?"

  "When we are here, you'll wear that. It will let others know you aren't available." His eyes remained fixed on her. Her smile softened, becoming more genuine.

  "I've heard of collaring." Her voice was soft as she looked back down at the bracelet. "I…well…this isn’t that, right?" He didn't like the worry in her voice.