by Rowena
A few times so far, I sensed she wanted to say something, ask me something, but she reconsidered and kept her mouth closed.
She wants us to get along for the rest of the time; despite her insistence on keeping things business-like, she enjoys when we interact as old friends at least, and she’s even flattered by my flirting.
She definitely hates that I seem distant now.
She wants to talk to me so badly, and maybe even apologize for leading me on the other night but is having trouble figuring out how to bring the whole thing up—especially since her rules forbid such topics of conversation.
Even though her rules no longer apply since she flagrantly broke a major one, she probably still feels the need to follow the general guidelines, unlike me.
Her hesitance is to my advantage, adding to the things that will have her off-balance and unprepared for my advance; she can’t fight me off properly while standing on shaky ground.
We remain quiet and generally non-communicative once we arrive at the theatre, pick up the tickets and find our seats.
I only speak to her to ask about concessions.
Once we’re settled, I make sure to lean away from her slightly, my body language as if I’m only there out of obligation and communicating that, while the outing is tolerable, I’ll be happy when it’s over.
She responds to it as I expect—she definitely notices the additional distance and does not exactly welcome it.
Throughout the movie, she will continue to miss the sense of growing intimacy between us, my fervent interest.
She will feel insecure and second-guess some of her actions, have mental battles about whether or not to bring me back to her in a way by reaching for my hand or giving me a smile.
She doesn’t want to lose me completely, but she also doesn’t want to do anything I might take as encouragement to pursue her.
She will remain unsteady.
“What did you think of that?” Kiara asks once the movie ends and we start heading out.
I give a non-committal shrug. “It was all right,” I say without looking at her, my eyes ahead.
I have deprived her of eye contact most of the evening and I can tell it bothers her greatly.
She looks at me whenever she speaks, and I refuse to turn my eyes to her when I respond.
I’ve been acting as if everything else is far more interesting which absolutely hits the ego.
Despite her previous stance and ridiculous demands, she wants me to tell her she’s pretty, she wants to see admiration and affection in my eyes when I look at her. She likes having an effect on me, driving me to act on passion.
She enjoys feeling desired, appreciated, and I’ve taken all of that away from her tonight.
The stare of an attractive girl catches my attention, and when the girl smiles at me, a certain look in her eyes, I smile back, knowing it will infuriate Kiara.
Despite all her posturing and denial, Kiki will get jealous.
Despite trying to keep me at arm’s length, she feels some sort of ownership of me.
I don’t bother repeating the slightly flirty action with others—just one perceived threat will do.
Kiara is, no doubt, even more off-balance than before.
Added to her insecurity and regret is a bit of anger and jealousy.
She knows by now that she wants me and she isn’t sure how to handle her many emotions when it comes to me.
I haven’t even given her an outlet for a single one.
I haven’t displayed resentment for the other night, and I’m no longer giving her something to push back against.
I’ve taken the obvious, easy enemy away—she’s left with herself.
We’ve reached the hard part.
Despite all my planning, Kiara’s response plays a huge part in whether or not my ultimate plan will work.
“I have a proposal for you,” I say as the car gets going.
My careful attention to her reaction reveals the odds are in my favor—she practically lit up at my words; the deprival worked.
“Since we’ll be done with this whole thing soon, I wanted to give you an early parting gift of sorts. Would that be all right with you?”
“Any reason it couldn’t wait until the last date?”
“What I have in mind doesn’t work time-wise—the reservation window was short as there is limited opportunity for this particular thing, so it’s gotta be sooner than later.”
“And what is it you have in mind?’”
“Well, have you eaten already?”
“I grabbed a bite before you picked me up, and I figured two hours or so isn’t a bad wait if I didn’t eat enough and I could just raid my cupboards later.”
“Well, I arranged a tasting. Don’t worry—it’s nothing too extravagant. No real food even—just desserts.”
It takes her a few seconds, but she gives me a quick nod.
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise, so will you humor me by letting me blindfold you for the big reveal? Just before we reach the location?”
I knew this part was risky, and, not surprisingly, she looks super suspicious now.
“It’s not necessary,” I say quickly. “Just thought it would be a little more fun that way.”
She seems to think about it—a good sign.
She could have easily said “hell no” immediately, but she’s probably taking into consideration my behavior tonight—I’ve have given her zero reasons to think I’m up to no good.
“Actually, we can forget the whole thing. It was silly of me…”
“Fine,” she says curtly, not even bothering to add “and no funny business” or anything.
“Here we are,” I say as I loosen the blindfold. “Open your eyes.”
Kiara blinks and looks around, a gasp escaping her as the location registers.
“This is so cozy and cute! What is this place?”
You see, she once told me her idea of a perfect date was intimate dining—her shyness meant she preferred not to have a ton of other people around. She and her date would have their own personal server, and the menu would be tailored to their tastes.
Well, voilà!
“One of my private dining areas,” I reply, and both of us notice the change in my voice.
Her eyes widen, and she is immediately on guard as she should be—my voice had lowered and all the emotion and scheming I’ve been holding back seems to have concentrated in my tone, despite my best efforts to sound neutral.
I can no longer hide she’s in danger.
But it’s not time yet.
“Sit,” I say, indicating her side of the dining table.
She obeys, looking uneasy.
But she relaxes when my chef enters the area with trays of food.
She smiles at him and as he arranges everything on the table, then her eyes dart around the room again, taking in the warm red and gold tones, the roses and orchids.
Once I give him the nod, he takes off.
And four becomes three.
Kiara doesn’t know it yet, but she’s on my yacht, and we’ll be pulling away from the dock any minute.
The only other person here with us now is the helmsman since I can’t steer from back here—I’ll be busy with Kiara.
I’d considered whisking her away on my private jet, but she probably would’ve picked up on that one easier, blindfolded or not.
After a few moments of picking through the treats, she says, “Seriously, though—what is this place? Is this your apartment or condo or townhouse or whatever? I told you never to take me there.”
“You think my place would be like this? I haven’t forgotten where I came from, but as you said, this is rather cozy—too cozy for a guy like me. No, my place is a penthouse overlooking the city. Three thousand square feet.”
She seems to sense something really wrong, getting up quickly and heading to the nearest window.
She pulls up a set of blinds and gasps.
Then she runs toward the nearest ex
it and I let her; after all, she has nowhere to go. No way she’ll dive into the cold dark water and try to swim back—not the girl I remember who’s afraid of sharks and jellyfish and other creatures of the sea. Heck, she once told me she hadn’t yet learned to swim!
She returns to me with panicked eyes.
“Relax, Kiara. I’m not going to attack you. We’re just going for a quick sail. We’ll be back at the dock again in less than two hours. We can go out on deck, look at the stars…”
“This is against the rules!” she finally says.
“What rules?”
“The rules of engagement! You’re not supposed to…”
“Kiki, you’ve got to be kidding me. After you opened up your legs to me and offered up your sweet nectar for me to taste, you really think any of those old rules apply?”
She is breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, looking trapped.
“You slipped your hand into mine during the opera. You begged me to lick your pussy. You left me with a hard dick…”
“Did you… relieve yourself with another woman?” she asks, obviously way too invested in a negative response.
I give her the absolute truth.
“Of course not, girl—I want to bury it inside you.”
She seems relieved yet even more panicked at the same time.
Meanwhile, my cock has swollen to its full capacity—obviously, this tease and denial game has become a bit much.
If Kiara happens to notice my raging hard-on, she’ll be even more afraid, but I don’t want to scare her too much—just enough to keep her off-balance and vulnerable to submission. Never enough to actually have her frightened of me.
“Don’t worry—I’m not touching you if you don’t want me to. As much as I want to cup your breasts, lick your nipples, I won’t. As much as I want to kiss your stomach, grip your ass cheeks, I’ll keep my hands and lips to myself. And as much as I want a repeat of the other night, my face buried between your gorgeous legs, tonguing your delicious pussy, I can keep those desires under control until you give me the go-ahead.”
I’d bet a million dollars she’s dripping wet by now.
“I know you’re a bit worried right now, but your greatest fear, Kiara, is that you want me as badly as I want you. How long do you think you can fight it?”
Her eyes are stuck on my thickened cock bulging out of my pants.
She unconsciously licks her lips and that one action sets me off, despite what I said about being in total control.
I stalk toward her and pull her to me, grabbing her lips with mine and holding her soft, curvy body close to my much larger, hard one.
She accepts my kiss greedily, the deprival of the past forty-eight hours getting the best of both of us, it seems.
She’s feverishly worked up, her emotions having the best of her—confused, afraid, offended, and horny.
Logic has no chance against the demands of her body—or mine.
I start unbuttoning my shirt.
9
Kiara
I’m so conflicted, but most of all, the tingling between my legs is becoming unbearable.
I need relief, and I know Liam can help the persistent, throbbing ache go away.
Still, fear seizes me again as he works his shirt off.
His gray-blue eyes are intently on me, and it feels like he’s a train that can’t stop and I’m a doomed car broken down on the tracks.
He tosses his shirt and my eyes greedily take in his naked torso.
The man is cut—with a sculpted chest and rippling ab muscles, he’s a work of art.
For some reason though, it’s his bulging biceps that almost make me drool.
“Liam…”
“You know how I feel about you, right, Kiki?” he says huskily, cupping my face then moving his hands to my top and practically tearing it off.
“I want you in every way, so help me, God…”
His mouth dips to my neck and my mind blanks of words. I’m only aware of his lips on my flesh and the electrical zaps from that point of contact zipping through my body.
I don’t even know how or when my bra came off, but my boobs are suddenly exposed and Liam’s mouth is closed over one of them.
I run my hand through his hair as he moves to the other one, his mouth kneading the soft flesh, his tongue flickering over my nipple.
I almost stop him when I hear his pants zipping down, but instead, I let myself be picked up and carried by a naked Liam.
I see his clothes left behind, but I can’t see the tool he plans to use on me, though I’m quite aware of it pointing at my back as he walks me bride-over-the-threshold style into a bedroom after pushing open a door.
He lays me on the bed then immediately yanks my jeans off, panties with it.
He goes to town between my legs, his mouth clamping down on my sensitive, needy flesh, rendering me unable to do anything but moan and whimper, helpless to the demands of my quivering body.
A tiny part of my brain is still trying to get me to protest, but with Liam munching my traitorous pussy, that part fades away and I have to stop myself from begging him to take me instead.
But no way I’m begging him for it, no matter how badly I want it.
When he climbs up and over my body, planting himself between my legs and lining up our sexual organs, I chance a glance downward.
The sight of his thick, lengthy cock aimed at my virgin slit causes a bit of panic to rise in me again, but mostly joyous anticipation floods me.
“Liam,” I moan, not sure what I’m trying to communicate.
Liam lowers his mouth to mine, planting another kiss on me and giving me a small taste of myself, mingled with his own heady masculine scent.
His kiss is sort of sweet and tender, distracting me for a moment. But my attention quickly returns to our lower naughty bits when I feel him rubbing his cock on my pussy!
I moan into his mouth, and he kisses me harder.
The next thing I know the tip of his cock is at my tiny entrance and beginning to push inside me.
“Liam!” I call again, but the word is swallowed by his mouth, the sound muffled.
Again, I don’t know what exactly I’m trying to communicate.
His body shifts a little, and the next thing I know the length of his cock is parting my inner walls as he pushes deeper inside me.
Oh god, it’s happening!
What can I do now but accept it?
Especially since it’s what I’ve wanted for so long…
“Liam,” I say again as he releases my lips, letting out one hell of a sexy masculine sound of satisfaction.
“Fuck, Kiki… I know you’re a virgin, but it’s so fucking tight…”
He bears down and sinks his cock deeper, just when I thought he had to have bottomed out.
But I was so very wrong.
I open my legs wider, lean back, and curl my pelvis a bit—anything to help things along.
“Kiki, baby…”
Liam lifts his cock out some then pushes it back in, making me gasp at the sensation.
He repeats the motion while I whimper, and then he slides his cock in and out of me again, establishing his rhythm.
I feel super emotional all of a sudden, and I don’t know what to do with the feelings coursing through me.
All I can do is hold on to him for the ride while he breaks in my virgin pussy.
Once again, Liam Cox brings pleasure and pain, and while I can’t help but surrender to the carnal joy he’s giving me, I can’t ignore what’s happening in my chest.
With each stroke, it’s like he’s pounding away at a reinforced door with a battering ram, and despite all the locks and chains, the continued pressure on the door’s surface means he’s about to find a way in…
I panic as I feel the first crack while he thrusts and thrusts inside me, his hard cock working my sensitive inner flesh.
Oh no…
I try not to look at him—not at his face anyway, and definite
ly not those piercing eyes of his.
“Kiki, you feel too good…”
Another crack.
Focus on getting off, I tell myself. Just keep your eyes closed, and focus on the feel of that long, stiff rod taking pleasure from your body, bringing you pleasure with its rhythmic massage…
Liam’s lips grab mine and there’s a much bigger crack.
The door breaching is almost complete!
I try to retreat a bit, but my body fails me in even that as I kiss him back passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s oral cavities while his huge cock continues to plow my slick, lower cavity.
He shoves his cock deeper, grinding against my pussy hard and sending me on the path to orgasm.
Helpless moans escape me while I start to thrust a little, pushing my sensitive, tingling parts against his manly flesh.
“Fuck, Kiki!”
I instinctively know what’s about to happen to him, and that knowledge, plus the regular pounding movements, takes me over the edge.
I start to come hard, a wail of orgasm escaping me as various parts of my body clench, and by the time Liam lets out his own orgasmic roar, the door has been busted wide open.
Liam’s large frame collapses on top of me, and my arms immediately wrap around him while our bodies pulse against each other.
I hope he doesn’t speak or try to look at me for a while—I need time to figure out how to put distance between us again.
I’m a mess in so many ways right now, and on the verge of tears after being claimed by the only man I ever fell in love with.
The worst part is that...
No, Kiki—don’t even think it. Not now anyway.
“I don’t want to crush you,” Liam says, moving off of me and taking away his warmth and his still-hard cock. The feel of it exiting my body makes me gasp.
I suddenly feel so empty, and I start feeling used.
Insecurity floods me as I realize what I’ve done.
My breaths quicken and I start scrambling away from the bed, feeling a bit claustrophobic and not wanting to face Liam directly.
What if he gives me a roguish ‘gotcha’ grin?
