by Bianca Cole
15
Kane
Jasmine’s lips are swollen and her face flushed, as she lies in the middle of the bed, thighs spread open for me. “Tie me up, Kane,” she moans, sending my heart rate pulsing.
This girl is insatiable, and she’s making me insane. We’ve fucked twice already, and she won’t rest until I’ve got her tied down to my bed. It’s something I want, but I’m not sure she’s ready.
“I want to try it. I want you to take me,” she whispers, making my cock swell to painful.
I grab the bed shackles off the floor, fixing them to the bed. “Are you sure about this?”
She nods, biting her bottom lip in a way that makes me fucking harder.
I fasten the shackles around her wrists first and then her ankles, taking a step back to admire how beautiful she looks. I grab a blindfold from my side table and fasten it over her eyes. “Hold on, baby girl, you’re in for one hell of a ride.” I let my tongue tease at her ear. “Safe word is red, If you want me to stop, shout it out.”
She nods, biting her lip again. I kiss her gently before moving between her thighs. The thought of getting my spreader-bar out and fixing it to her makes me even harder, but baby steps.
I take my time, slowly licking a path down her body. Her nipples are hard peaks already, as I tease the tip of my tongue around them, making them even harder. She moans loudly, writhing already against the bindings.
Control is my strength, but seeing Jasmine tied up for me has me teetering on the edge of losing it entirely. A Dom is always in control, so why the hell do I just want to take her as hard and fast as physically possible?
The aim is to please her and make her come so many times, by the time I give her my cock she’ll be crazy for it. The aim is to control her body in way that makes her desperate for me.
I lick my way down her tummy, slowing down as I near her swollen clit. A whimper escapes her lips, as I flick the tip of my tongue lightly over it. Her body jolts and she writhes against the restraints.
I taste her deeply for a moment, allowing my tongue to fuck her arousal. Her juice is like a drug to me, and I can’t seem to get enough. Slowly, I lick down her slit and then force her thighs up higher, licking her asshole.
Jasmine moans at the sensation, as I keep doing it, she relaxes. “Fuck, Kane,” she breathes, trying to pull against the restraints.
“Calm down and relax,” I mutter, trying to get through to her. “Give yourself over to the pleasure and stop trying to fight against the restraints.”
She licks her bottom lip and nods. “It’s just so—”
I suck on her clit and she gasps, flooding my mouth with her honeyed nectar. Her entire body writhes beneath me as she comes undone. She screams my name and Daddy repeatedly, making my cock throb harder.
A sense of relief floods me seeing her under my control. The way I make her come and control her body is what I’ve wanted since we first met. I don’t stop, and she gasps as I slip two thick fingers inside her pussy, fucking her through her orgasm. My tongue teasing in circles over her throbbing clit.
Jasmine bites her lip, trying to contain the screams and whimpers. She keeps writhing against her restraints, and I stop for a moment to check them, making sure she’s not hurting herself. “Calm down, baby girl.” I kiss her cheek tenderly and then her lips. “Try not to fight against the restraints.” I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She relaxes, moaning into my mouth. I slowly kiss a path back to her pretty, little pussy, licking it and nipping at her throbbing bud.
“Fuck, Kane,” she cries, her body beginning to shudder.
Damn. This girl comes so fucking well and so quickly while bound up. Her whole body tightens and shudders as her pussy floods with her sweet cum, making me even harder as I lap up every drop.
Jasmine is half-panting and half-crying as she comes down from this one. I keep fingering her through it, gearing her up to come at least two more times before I fuck her. Slowly, I work my way through her next two orgasms, feeling the pressure in my balls mount.
By the fourth time, she’s screaming for me to fuck her.
“Please, Daddy, I need your cock,” she moans, bucking against the bed. “I need it Kane, fuck me, fuck me hard,” she says, writhing in the bedsheets, which are soaked with her juices.
I groan, fisting my aching cock in my hands. “Fuck, baby girl. I want to feel your tight, wet pussy wrapped around me.”
“Yes, please, oh God.” She half-sobs, as I rub my swollen head through her wet lips, teasing her.
Her back arches off the bed, willing me to thrust inside of her. My control is gone now, and I know can’t hold back any longer.
I thrust my cock into her hard and fast, sinking all the way inside. My breathing is heavy as my balls rest against her ass. She moans deeply, muttering incoherent words, as I move in and out of her.
Her lips part in the most delicious way as she licks her bottom lip, drawing me in. Normally, when I’m dominating a woman, I don’t kiss. With Jasmine, everything is different. My lips move against hers softly, almost gently. She moans into my mouth as my tongue slips into her mouth, tangling with her own.
My hips piston faster as we kiss, sending her right to the edge as the muscles flutter around my cock. I still inside of her, making her whimper as she strains against the restraints. “Kane, please,” she rasps.
I catch her bottom lip between my teeth, sinking them in slightly harder than she expected. A gasp escapes her as she writhes beneath me.
“I can’t let you come yet.” I withdraw from her and grab her thighs, pushing her legs up into the air. My cock twitches at the sight of her tied up, legs spread and ready for me. Her lips part and an incoherent mumbles tumble from them. “Stay still, baby girl.” I unfasten the restraints from her arms and legs, lifting her up and forcing her onto her front. She groans as I fasten the restraints again, gripping her ass cheeks in my palms.
“Do you want Daddy to spank you?” I ask, sliding my thick length between her perfect ass cheeks.
“Oh, God, yes,” she moans, arching her back and pushing her ass into me.
My hand connects with her left ass cheek harder than I slapped her before, sending a red welt across the skin instantly. She moans as I do the same on the other side, massaging the pink skin. There’s something so satisfying about leaving my mark on her. “Do you like that, baby girl?”
“Fuck, yes,” she groans, rolling her hips toward me.
I tighten my grip on her hip and then bring my other hand down even harder. She screams as I thrust into her at the same time. Her whole body is on edge as her muscles spasm instantly around my throbbing length. I grab hold of her ass cheeks, parting them to get a good view of her little asshole.
God, she’s perfect in every way. My thick length pulses inside of her, getting even harder. I tease my finger over her asshole, making her shudder beneath me. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she moans, louder than she probably should.
We’ve both been lost to this, not caring if anyone else hears. I slap her ass harder, marking her with my red hand print on either ass cheek. It’s such a turn on to see her red and bare beneath me, loving the way I dominate her. It’s as if she was born to do this—to be mine entirely.
The thought has me on the edge, as I drive into her harder, holding her tight. My balls slap against her clit with each thrust, making her moan and cry beneath me. She’s about to come for the fifth time in a row, the pressure building deep inside of her. It feels like a vice around my cock, as she pulls me in deeper, muscles contracting in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck, baby girl, come all over my cock,” I growl, slapping her ass again.
That’s all it takes as her orgasm explodes, coating my cock in her thick, sticky cum. I explode with her, shooting deep inside of her, pulling on her hips to force my cock as deep as it can physically go inside of her. It’s primal and primitive. A need to mark her and breed her rules me, as I shoot every drop from my
balls, panting like a wild animal as I collapse by her side.
I pull her into my chest, and the moment she hits the bed her eyes are shut. Her body is shaking. That’s definitely enough for one night, as I might have ruined her. She was a virgin and few virgins have multiple orgasms and bondage sex during their first night.
Within seconds she’s breathing deeply, fast asleep in my arms. I watch her as her chest rises and falls deeply. My heart wells at the sight of her sleeping in my arms. My Jasmine.
16
Jasmine
My whole body feels like jelly, as I wake from a deep sleep, turning onto my side to check the alarm clock on the side table. It’s five o’clock in the morning and still dark outside. Kane shuffles in the bed beside me, drawing my attention to him.
He smiles at me through the darkness. “Morning, baby girl.” He brushes my cheek gently. “Are you okay?”
I nod, feeling exhausted and ridiculously sore. After everything we did and the amount of times we fucked, I feel like I’ve been through the wars. “A little sore.”
Kane kisses me softly. “I know what will help.”
I narrow my eyes at him, hoping he isn’t going to suggest tying me up again. I’m not sure my body can take anymore right now.
“Come on,” he says, shifting from the bed and walking toward the en-suite bathroom. Despite my aching muscles, I force myself out of the bed and follow him. I can’t help but smile, as I step into the bathroom, seeing him running a bath. “This will help,” he says, looking up and letting his eyes drop over my naked body.
I shiver at the look in his eyes, feeling my body react to him, despite not being ready for anything sexual right now.
“What are you waiting for?” He nods toward the warm water. “Get in.”
It feels weird taking a bath at five o’clock in the morning, but I get in any way, sighing the moment the warm water encases me. The bubble bath smells of strawberries, which I wouldn’t expect Kane to bathe in, but I like it. The warm water eases the aches and pains. Kane’s rough hands settle on my shoulders, kneading them gently.
This man is far gentler than I’d ever expected when we’re behind closed doors. He can be gentle and rough, in the most perfect ways.
Kane clears his throat. “Can I ask you a question?”
I nod, wondering what he’s going to ask me. “Where is your mom?”
My stomach churns at the mention of the woman who died last year. I hadn’t even cried when she overdosed, and a small part of me wondered if there was something wrong with me. “She’s dead.”
Kane’s hands still for a moment. “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “Don’t be. We weren’t exactly close.”
Kane sighs heavily. “At least you got to meet her.”
I swallow hard, wondering what happened to his mom. In the time we’d spent together there had been no mention of other family. “What happened to yours?”
His hands tighten on my shoulders, almost hurting me. “I don’t really know. I was one-year-old when she died.”
My chest aches hearing that. “Does that mean Rick and Leo are your half-brothers?”
“Yeah, couldn’t you tell? We look different.”
I shrug, as I hadn’t considered it. He has darker skin than his two brothers. “I guess.”
He chuckles gently behind me. “Why weren’t you and your mother close?”
I picture her drawn out, pale face in my mind, trying to remember a good memory with her. There were a few over the years, but not many. “She was a drug addict and carted me around from drug den to drug den, sometimes to a new step-dad’s houses for a while.” I play with my hair as I remember the first time I met Alex. “When she met Alex, I thought she was finally getting her life on track. I mean compared to the other men before him, he seemed like a damn saint.” I sigh heavily. “Until I realized he was as bad, if not worse than the others. He supplied her more drugs than she had ever got her hands on before. Then last year she overdosed on heroin.”
Kane’s hands still again on my shoulders. “I’m sorry, that sounds shit.” He continues kneading my shoulders again, working out the tension. “Did you ever know your father?”
I shake my head. “No, my mom didn’t even know who got her pregnant and was probably on drugs. She said he was a junkie.”
“What was your father like?” I ask, remembering many stories about Giovanni Romano. He was more brutal than any of the Romano brothers today. I shiver at the stories I’d heard, unable to process that the same man brought up the one behind me. He loved causing pain, so much so it became almost a pastime.
“He was a fucking bastard, and I hated him.” Kane tips some water over my hair, slowly washing it for me.
I sigh as he rubs his fingers into my scalp, getting the water right through. I don’t expect him to say anymore but he does. “I never wanted this life, but he never gave me a choice.” He grabs a bottle of shampoo from the side and squirts some into his hand, slowly working it into my hair. “I tried to leave and go to college, but he stopped me.” There’s a tightness to his voice. “I spent two weeks in the basement of this house, locked up and beaten until I accepted my role in this family.”
I gasp at that, trying to turn my face to look at him, but he holds me firm. “Why would he do that to his own son?”
“To teach me a lesson, according to him.” There’s a long silence until Kane breaks it. “He took me out of the basement and put a gun in my hand, forcing me to shoot a guy who had crossed the family.” There’s so much emotion in his voice, and I just want to hold him. “He was the first guy I ever killed.”
Those words hang heavily in the air. I know what Kane has done to people. I know he has killed people, but hearing him say it out loud is another thing all together.
“How many people have you killed?” I ask, my voice tiny.
His fingers still on my scalp and he reaches for the bowl of water, pouring it over my hair and washing the shampoo out. “I’d rather not say. This isn’t a life I would have chosen for myself, though.”
“What were you going to study at college?”
He laughs. “You probably won’t believe this, but I was going to study accountancy.”
My eyes widen. “Wow, I can’t imagine you as an accountant.”
“I was different back then. Eighteen years old and a good kid, excelling at high-school.” There’s a short pause. “I got into Stanford.”
“Holy shit, you must be intelligent.”
He chuckles at that. “I’m good with numbers.”
A small silence ensues as he continues washing my hair. “Did Alex treat you well?”
“To be honest, he wasn’t as bad as most of them.” I shrug. “When I was fourteen, he used to take me and my mom up to a cabin he owns in Heartacre Woods. We used to vacation there, and he spent time with me, teaching me survival skills and how to fish.” My brow furrows slightly as I remember it. “But, when my mom died he started being more of an asshole.” Kane finishes washing my hair, moving to my side so I can see him. “He made me work in the bar illegally and didn’t even pay me, apparently I was working for my keep.”
Kane sighs heavily. “I can’t believe he gave you to me.” There’s a long silence. “Although, I’m glad he did.” He clears his throat. “I used to vacation up at Heartacre Woods too,” he says, eyes full of fond memories. “Rick, Leo, and I used to camp up there and loved it.”
“Maybe we can go up there together some time?” I say.
He smiles, pressing his lips against my forehead. “Definitely.”
My stomach flips as I realize how deep I am into this. Kane was going to let me go two nights ago, and now I never want to leave his side. We haven’t discussed what this means or what will happen.
The last time we discussed it, I said I’d go to Ethan’s once he’s back, but I don’t want to. The thought of leaving this man makes me hurt.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, clearing noticing I’d fallen deep into t
hought.
I shake my head. “Nothing, are you getting in too?” I ask, signaling at the bath which is big enough for two.
He smirks, fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers. My pussy aches at the sight of his hard length, erect and ready. I was sure I’d had too much before this bath, but as I stare at him the stinging ache turns to a deep need for him inside of me. He slips into the double bath by my side, and moves me onto his lap, facing him.
I groan as his thick length presses into my wet lips.
“Don’t worry, I know you’re too sore,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “I just want to hold you.”
I whimper at that, shifting against his cock to find friction. “No, please, Kane,” I moan, letting my head fall back as he closes his hand around my throat gently.
“What do you want?” he purrs.
“Fuck me, please,” I moan, rubbing my slick lips along the length of him.
He groans against my jaw, kissing and nibbling at me. His hand shifts between us and he thumbs my clit, making me cry out from the instant pleasure. I groan as his fingers dip inside of me, and he growls as he feels how wet I am.
Without a word, he lifts me up and adjusts his length, allowing me to slip onto him slowly. He goes slow, gently fucking me with quick, shallow thrusts. It’s as though he knows my body better than me, knowing I can’t take it hard, not after what we did last night.
My orgasm builds as he continues to fuck me slow. It feels more intimate as he stares into my eyes, keeping a hand possessively wrapped around my throat. I come hard all over his cock, pulling him off the edge with me. He explodes deep within me, shooting his seed and filling me with his cum.
We collapse, breathing deeply in the water. A comfortable silence encasing us as we enjoy holding each other. There’s a nagging doubt beneath it all. A worry about how long we can keep up this charade, and when it will end.
The problem is I can feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into his spell, feeling things for him I’ve never felt for anyone.
