WINDY CITY: The complete series

by Stone, Measha

  "Yes," she breathed out.

  He released her. "Good to know," he said with a trace of humor.

  She took a deep breath.

  His fingers were back on her, lower now, down her legs. Slowly, they traced up to her buttocks again, but he didn't spread her this time. Instead, he followed the curve of her body and found her aching clit. She tensed as his fingers pressed down, sending a raging current of pleasure through her.

  "The button of a woman," he joked and slid his finger backward, reaching her wet entrance. "I bet you're fucking hot in there." His voice was hoarse, as though he were having trouble keeping his excitement under control as he teased her. His finger pressed against her but didn't enter, and she curled her toes in frustration.

  Leisurely, he eased one finger inside. She moaned at the exquisite sensation. Instinctively, she arched her back and pushed against him, wanting more.

  "Good girl, fuck my fingers. Push back against me." He ran his free hand over her ass, as he slipped another finger into her.

  Any embarrassment she held at the idea of him sitting behind her, watching his fingers pump in and out of her pussy, flew away when he inserted a third finger. The natural movements took hold of her, and she began to rhythmically push back against his hand and pull away. Fucking his fingers in the way he wanted, the way she wanted, the way her body wanted.

  Without removing his fingers, he got up from the couch and stood beside her. She continued her movements, not only because she was unsure if she should stop before he said so, but also out of pure selfishness. She was beyond aroused and was searching for her release.

  His hand slid beneath her and traveled up her body under her shirt. He found her breasts and quickly pulled the cups of her bra down, releasing them. With each thrust of her body, she felt them bounce. He caught one in his hand and began to massage it.

  "Such a good girl." He rubbed her nipple. "Keep fucking my fingers, don't stop unless I tell you to." He pinched her nipple, and she squeaked at the new sensation. He didn't release her; instead, he pulled her tit downward, creating a deeper fire.

  She turned her gaze on him.

  "That's it. God, you're so beautiful like this." He smiled down at her.

  The pleasure in his eyes only added to the heat. He released her breast, and she cried out again at the rush of tingles invading her. Before she recovered from the first pinch, he took hold again of the same nipple and pulled downward again.

  "Good girl."

  He angled his hand to allow her clit to be brushed with each thrust.

  His words, his touch, it was all overwhelming. She wanted to scream out, but instead, she tried to focus on one feeling at a time.

  He released her breast again, and she cried out. He moved his hand from under her shirt and began to pet her hair. His fingers started to move within her as she bucked against him. He fucked her hard, and she groaned with pleasure.

  "Do not come," he ordered as he pushed with more force into her opening.

  She bit down on her lip, trying to hold back the orgasm that loomed precariously over her.

  "If you come again without permission, I'll withhold all orgasms for a week. You don't want that, right?" he asked as he wiggled his fingers inside of her.

  "Fuck!" She hit the coffee table with her hand. "Please!" She didn't care that she was begging; she would wait for his permission, but she needed it now.

  With no shame, she begged again. "Please, Kendrick!"

  He chuckled, and before she could look up at him, he removed his fingers and stepped away from her.

  She took gulping breaths, trying to calm herself. The frustration inside her chest did not compare to the unfulfillment of her pussy. She wiggled her ass at him, which earned her a sharp slap to her cheek.

  "Patience," he clipped before moving around her.

  Then he sat down on the couch behind her naked ass and smiled.

  So willing to trust him and move outside the comfort of everything she knew.

  He leaned over and kissed her ass, nipping it with his teeth. Reaching next to her leg, he slid open a drawer and pulled out four plastic clothespins. He dropped them on the table one by one, letting them each land heavily. He watched her turn her head to see what he'd put out and heard her take a deep breath. So willing.

  "Keep your legs open, do not close them, do you understand?" He ran his hand over her rounded bottom and gave her a little pinch when she nodded. "Words!"

  "Yes!"

  "Good." He ran his tongue over the small red spot his pinch had left behind. "So damn good."

  He picked up one pin and settled himself to have the best vantage point to her ass and cunt. He was so close to her he could smell her arousal, and he had to fight the urge to stuff his face between her legs to taste her. He would have plenty of time for that later.

  He ran his fingers through her lips, brushing her clit enough to make her aware of her still burning need. Taking one lip in his fingers, he pulled it down until it was taut.

  He positioned the clip in place. "Small pinch." He smiled as he released the pin, and it snapped closed on her flesh.

  She cried out but didn't move.

  He swept his fingers over her clit. "Good girl. Three more."

  The second pin went on the opposite lip, and again, she yelped but remained still. He grinned at the growl she released when he stroked her after the third clip was in place, next to the first.

  "One more." He pinched her hard as he positioned the last peg. As he let go, he let the pin clamp down on her. "So good." He kissed her ass as he stroked her.

  "Kendrick," she moaned, pleading for release.

  "Almost," he promised. He sat back and admired his work. Four light blue clothespins hung from her pussy. She remained in position as he studied her.

  "Your ass is too pale," he told her as he stood from the couch. He unbuckled his belt and let it slide from the loops, the sound filling the room.

  She didn't grimace or cry or ask him to stop. Instead, she bent lower, bracing herself on her forearms.

  He pulled the belt back and let it land on both cheeks. He held back the strength of the blow, but it was powerful enough to gain a grunt from her and create a nice red line across her ass.

  He reached down and gathered her hair, holding it at the base of her neck, he pulled her head upward.

  "Another reason I love your hair so much." He smiled and brought his belt down on her again. Lower this time, the strike shook the pins, and she groaned.

  "Just one more," he announced. If he kept it up much longer, he’d come in his jeans.

  After the last strike, he tossed the belt onto the couch.

  “Stand up.”

  Once she stood at full height, he removed her shirt and relieved her of her bra. “Keep your legs open,” he instructed and reached between them to play with the clips.

  "Do you like how this feels?" he asked, kissing her neck.

  "Yes…it's odd…not painful…not wonderful," she answered honestly, and he kissed her cheek.

  "A mixture of both?" he asked, twisting one of the pins.

  She grimaced but didn't move her legs or try to stop him. "Yes," she replied in a raspy voice with closed eyes.

  "Good." He moved his hands from the pins and cupped her face. "I'm going to fuck you now. The pins will stay in place until I take them off."

  He captured her lips with his. Soft, willing, fiercely passionate; she made no attempt to control the kiss. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she melted into him and he into her.

  He dragged himself away. "Bedroom." He tipped his head toward his room and stepped aside to let her pass. The sway of her hips beckoning him to follow.

  Once inside, she stood by the bed. "Would you like me bent over or on the bed?" she asked softly, her eyes meeting his. No playing coy. Kelly was bold.

  How the fuck did he get so lucky, he thought for a moment.

  "I want you on your back." He hugged her to him. "But first, help me undress?"

/>   She smiled, the sort of smile a woman gets when her date has brought flowers to her door. He raised his arms and let her slip his shirt off. When she reached for his jeans, she paused a moment and moved down to her knees.

  He groaned, knowing that she remembered his directive the first time she removed his pants. She unbuttoned the pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, allowing his fully erect dick to be free of restraints.

  She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. For a moment, he thought of letting her have her way. They would both surely be pleased by the action of her lips wrapped around him.

  "On the bed." He helped her rise, and she gingerly placed herself on the bed. "Still doing okay?" he asked as he fingered one of the pins.

  "Yes, but if I don't have you in me soon, I think I might not be." She grabbed onto his arms, and he laughed while letting her pull him down for a kiss.

  He broke away from her long enough to grab a condom from his nightstand. Her eyes never left him as he moved between her now open legs. His dick, aching with a need of its own, pressed gently against her opening. The clips rubbing him slightly as he pushed into her. He kept his eyes on her face

  Once he was fully inside her, she bucked up at him, trying to move against him. He pinned down her hips with his hands, as he attempted to regain his control.

  "Don't," he ground out as he slowly began to slide within her. "Should I get my ropes back out?" he asked with a hint of mischief in his voice.

  "No, no…I'll be good," she promised, stilling her hips.

  He gave a hearty laugh and bent down to take a nipple into his mouth.

  "God!" She sighed.

  He pulled her nipple upward with his teeth, meeting her gaze. When he let go, he watched her beautiful breast bounce back down.

  "Again?" she whispered and closed her eyes.

  "Greedy little thing." He pushed into her harder. As she moaned with the sensation of his cock being fully buried inside of her, he reached down and yanked off one of the pins.

  The shocked squeal she rewarded him with made him plunge into her again and again. She gripped his shoulders as he took her faster and she bit her lip hard.

  "I need to move, please," she begged.

  "Yes, move against me." His voice was ragged as he held her thighs apart and began to plunge into her.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders when he reached down and pulled a second clip free.

  She sucked in her breath, and he thrust hard into her again. Her hands moved to her breasts, and she squeezed them.

  "No, let go. I want to see those tits bounce." He peeled her hands away and placed them on his chest.

  He pulled another clip free and pressed his finger to her clit. She screamed out, and he could feel her gripping him, holding on tighter, so close to her release it brought his even more to the forefront of his mind.

  "One more, baby. One more… When it's gone, you can come. Come hard for me." Their eyes met, the need and urgency in her stare drove him inches closer to his own release. His fingers toyed with the last clip, twisting it, rolling it, and then grasping the end of it.

  She braced herself, with her hands dug into his flesh. One swift pull and it was free. She bucked up at him, screaming out her release. He felt the waves of orgasm take over her, washing his cock with her liquid heat, and the spasms milked his own. He plunged harder into her, taking each pulse of her orgasm into his own until he was exhausted and spent.

  He laid with her, wrapped up in her arms, holding her close. He smoothed his hand over her hair while trying to catch his breath, giving her a moment to find hers.

  Kelly's head rested on Kendrick's bare chest. Would he ever get used to how amazing she was? Her utter obedience and open-mindedness to try new things still surprised him. He wasn't one to believe much in fate, but he had to give some credit where it was due. If he hadn't been there that evening, the night Ted had her strapped to that bench, Kendrick probably never would have crossed paths with her.

  He hugged her tightly to his chest, breathing her in.

  "I didn't ask you the other night." He ran his hand down her shoulder. "What did Officer Peltner want? Did you get a hold of him?"

  Kelly tensed under his hands.

  Chapter 23

  "Yeah. We talked yesterday afternoon." Kelly answered Kendrick's question and quickly tried to think of something else to say to sway him away from the conversation she was sure she didn't want to have with him.

  "About?" Kendrick pushed on, his voice sounding harder. They both knew there was only one thing she would have to talk about with the detective. And it was a subject she knew would only cause tension between them.

  "About Ted," she answered honestly, rolling out of bed. She opened the top drawer of his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt.

  "What about Ted?" he asked, sitting up, he watched her. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes darkened at the mention of the slimeball. She hadn't even told Kendrick what the officer had wanted, and he was already up in arms about it.

  She slipped the shirt over her head and pulled her mass of curls through, letting them fall down her back. "I guess they received another complaint. A girl wanted to press charges, but they couldn't pin it on him. The girl had apparently been half drunk when she met him, so there really wasn't much they could do. He didn't rape her."

  Kelly swiped away some of her hair from her face. "He left her with her friends who didn't like the look of him, but they knew something was wrong with her." She disappeared into the bathroom, trying to find the hair tie she was certain she left there.

  "What does that have to do with you?" his voice called from the bedroom. Drawers opened and closed as he got dressed.

  A heavy sigh escaped her as she finally found the scrunchie and went to work on pulling her hair back into a manageable bun. "Nothing. Not really."

  She leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom and shrugged. He yanked his shirt over his head and continued staring at her, waiting for more information.

  "He wants me to help him. To set Ted up." She tried to smile, to soften the tension in the air, but his glare only darkened.

  "You're not doing it," he said, shoving his legs into his jeans.

  A bubble of anger burst in her chest at his arrogant declaration. "First of all, I never said I was. Second, if I want to help them get that asshole off the streets, that's my decision, not yours," she yelled at him.

  He stopped dressing. The ire he had in his eyes before hadn't been aimed directly at her; however, her raised voice seemed to have called the beast to her.

  "I'm sorry. What did you say?" he asked, his tone dangerously soft.

  The little voice in her mind told her to back off, to let it go until later. Unfortunately, she rarely listened to that voice.

  "I said it's not your call." She tried to sound firm, but what she lacked in voice she attempted to make up in stance. She crossed her arms over her chest, kept her feet planted, and worked up a good glare of her own to throw back at him.

  "No, you didn't say a damn thing." He took a menacing step toward her. "You yelled that it's not my decision."

  She swallowed hard, wanting to dive under the covers, but she remained still, cemented to the floor.

  "You yelled at me," he said again. "Do you think it's acceptable to yell?"

  "Kendrick, I was upset. You can't tell me—"

  "I can and will tell you what you can and can't do, especially when it comes to your safety. Ted is dangerous. Why do you think Peltner didn't call me about this?"

  "Because they’re asking for my help, not yours," she answered, fighting the urge to run back into the bathroom and lock the door.

  "No, because he knows if I know anything about it, you won't be anywhere near it." Kendrick took a long breath. "You are not getting involved," he said again, as though he were answering himself, instead of talking to her.

  Kelly stared at him, not trusting herself to not scream at him if she opened her mouth.

  "Don't you w
ant him off the street?" she finally asked, trying to turn the tide of the conversation.

  "Of course, I do, but not at your expense. There will be another way." His eyes softened.

  "I didn't tell him I'd help," she offered, placing her hands on his chest.

  His heart pounded beneath her palms.

  "I was going to talk to you first," she told him.

  "Well, we talked. The answer is no." He held her hands in his and pulled them off his chest. "You are not to do anything that involves Ted. Is that clear?" he asked, not letting go of her.

  She took a steadying breath.

  "Kelly, this isn't a negotiation. I'm telling you you're not allowed to help them. You are not to get involved with anything having to do with Ted. If you do, there will be a very severe consequence." He paused for a heavy beat. "Very severe."

  The irritation bubbled up again, and she pulled her hands free from him. "I didn't ask your permission, Kendrick." Every word she threw at him felt wrong. She pushed past him and jogged down the steps to find her bra and shirt.

  He followed her closely. "Yes. Kelly, you did. When you became mine, you agreed to obey me. And I'm not allowing this," he stated calmly from behind the couch as she tore off his shirt and began to button her bra.

  Once she had her own clothing on, she turned to him. "Yours?" she retorted, tossing the shirt at his face.

  He caught it before it landed on his head.

  "I don't want to talk about this anymore. I have papers to grade." She waved him off and stormed to the front hall closet to get her shoes and purse.

  With her shoes in hand and her purse dangling from her arm, she faced him again. "It wasn't going to last forever anyway!" she shouted from the front door.

  He stood, staring at her from a few feet away, his brows furrowed.

  "It never fucking does!" She threw the door open as he tried to reach for her, but she ran down the hall. Not wanting to wait for the elevator, she ran past it and burst into the stairwell.

  He yelled her name right before the steel door slammed shut, and she made her way down to the street.

  The cool breeze of the night whirled around her as she stepped onto the sidewalk. She waved off the offer of a cab from the doorman. Pulling her coat tightly around her, she walked down the street, away from Kendrick. Her cell buzzed in her pocket, but she ignored it.