“Don’t, Grace…”
He caught my hands, moving them behind me and catching my wrists together at my back. His eyes burned into mine and his chest moved against mine with his breathing. “I need you to tell me yes. I need to know you want this, no matter what I’m going to do…” He caught my lower lip in his teeth and bit down teasingly. “Say it,” he ordered, not letting me go.
“Yes,” I answered back simply.
“And you won’t leave?” He let my lip go and slipped my sweater up over my breasts. He took one nipple in his teeth and used his tongue to roll it around and around… Then he let it go.
“I won’t,” I panted, my hair falling in a curtain against the side of his face. “I want this to happen…”
His breath caught and he let go of my wrists, lifting me in his arms. “God, what you do to me,” he ground out harshly. In two steps he had me on the bed, flat on my back. “I want you…”
He unzipped my jeans and slid them down, peeling off my lace panties and boots along with them. A second later, my sweater and bra were on the floor. My breath was coming in fast, shallow pants. It was really going to happen. I could see his body tense, needing release. His cock was hard, evident even through his jeans. I waited, unable to look away, knowing he was going to strip too, aching to know the feel of that huge cock pushing into me. I wanted all the waiting to finally be over…
He opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out what looked like a bundle of cloth. Only when he dropped it beside me did I realize it was strips. Wide, long strips of fabric, each with a loop at one end.
“This isn’t to hurt you,” he said, putting one of the loops around my wrist. “It’s only to help you remember.”
He tightened it carefully, slipping a finger underneath to be sure it wasn’t too tight. Then he moved to the headboard, tying it just below the carved wooden finial that topped each of the four bedposts. The finials were small, smooth and egg shaped, tapering very slightly to a solid shaft. He knotted the strip and moved to the other arm, tying it as well. My arms were spread wide, but the strips had slack. Enough that I could move. Not enough that I could reach forward to touch him…
My mind was racing along with my pulse. I felt his eyes on my breasts, I could see the outline of his body. Moonlight was starting to shine through the windows. He climbed onto the bed at my feet, still fully dressed. I shifted, not knowing what to do. I was naked and tied, waiting for what would happen next. Anxiousness seemed to heighten every feeling inside me and suddenly, rather than feeling afraid, I felt warm and liquid inside. Waiting had become pure wanting.
“Do you know what it feels like, to climax from a man’s tongue on your pussy?”
He was sliding a hand up the inside of my thigh as he talked to me. I could feel his fingers moving closer. “No…,” I gasped out. “I’ve never…”
“You’ve never really been kissed then, have you sweetheart?” His hand was close, so close. He slipped it underneath me, using the other to lift my thigh and drape my leg easily over his shoulder. I could feel the warmth of his breath. I was starting to lose control.
My body began to shake in his hands. I’d thought I’d be so terrified at this moment, but all I could think was how badly I needed the feel of him. I felt a warm trickle of wetness slip between the curves of my ass. He lifted me, like a cup to his mouth. “Feel this, sweetheart. Feel what your body can do to you.”
My back bowed in a hard arch when his mouth took me. The shock hit and moved through my whole body in a fast second. I felt hot… wet… and velvet all at once. I held my breath, all my senses raging at the same time. My whole body felt alive and every feeling I had was centered where Kaine’s mouth worked me. Lips and tongue and wetness. He lapped me, biting gently, tugging… only to let me go and lap again. My hips rolled in his hands. I didn’t know if I moved on my own, or if he was moving me. All I knew was his mouth and the feeling of his jaw, rough with stubble on the tender inside of my thigh. I felt his tongue push just inside me and I bucked, lost in the feeling, my body making demands of its own.
“Christ… sweetheart…” He was moving relentlessly now and I could feel my clit, hard against his tongue. He rolled it, lapping and flicking. He was pulling a sensation from somewhere inside me. Something deep and primitive. Something that wanted to be set free…
“Kaine,” I gasped out, unable to say more. But he heard the need in my voice. He answered by flipping me over. My wrists were in front of me, the slackness in the ties taken up now by the twist in them.
“Knees,” he rasped out behind me. “I want you on your knees.”
He lifted my hips like I was weightless. My ass was suddenly in the air, my knees apart on the bed. I should have been ashamed, but I was too far gone for that. The need in me was roaring now. I braced, waiting for his cock to fill me. I knew it might hurt. And I no longer cared.
But it was his hands I felt. Long thick fingers, touching at first, probing me. He pushed one thick finger in slowly, working it inside. I was soaking wet and slippery. He slid a second finger in and my pussy clenched greedily. “Tell me how it feels, Grace.” His voice came from the small of my back. I felt his mouth touch me there and his warm breath as he spoke.
“Tell me everything you feel, when I do this…”
I felt his fingers turn inside me. They were deep and the tips of his fingers were turned toward my belly. I felt myself gripping them as he started to move. They were stroking me inside, gently at first, but his touch was growing stronger. I was being pushed and pulled, the pressure of his fingers turning the need inside me into pure liquid desire. I felt a gush of warmth make his fingers even more slippery. Then he was pumping them into me. “Tell me,
Grace,” he ordered.
“I can’t… I’m going to… I can’t control it,” I gasped out, unsure he could even hear me. “I’m lost.”
My body was rocking into his hand now. I couldn’t have stopped if he’d told me to. “I can’t control this,” I whispered. “It feels… like my body… my body isn’t mine. Not anymore.”
I felt him shifting behind me, his fingers never slowing their pace. But Instinct told me the rest. He was freeing his cock with his other hand. He was going to fuck me. My walls clamped down on his fingers…
Then I felt him pull them out. The emptiness was almost more than I could stand. The arch in my back deepened as my pussy begged for what was going to happen next. I felt desperate and brazen. I wanted… I needed… This was it.
His cock was against me, hot and slick. Not inside, but stroking up and down, from my clit to my ass. I could feel the lips of my pussy curl around him, my hips moved under their own power, working to find the right angle for him to enter me. I was moaning but he stroked on and on, keeping just beyond my reach, using the swollen head to tease my aching clit.
“God, Kaine! I have to… oh, please…” I was close to tears. “Kaine… please…”
15
Kaine
“What do you need, Grace? Tell me. I want you to say it.”
I’d untied her and held her in my arms. I could feel the electricity underneath her skin. She was alive and on fire in my arms. My cock was rock hard and ready to burst. The pain made me feel alive too. Alive and powerful.
I shifted her to the end of the bed, turning her to face me. Her breasts were round and swollen with need. Her clit was a hard round pearl, almost visible between her delicate folds. “Have you felt anything, anything like this is your whole life?” I shifted her hips, spreading her legs, pulling her to the corner of the bed.
“I need you to fill me, Kaine. I can’t be empty anymore.” Her words seemed to take the last of her effort. She was helpless in my arms. Beautiful, wanting, helpless. She was finally ready. Ready for the power I could offer her. Before she knew what had happened, I had lifted her, supporting her weight with my hands as I slipped her down... down over the egg-shaped bedpost. Her eyes shot up to mine in utter shock, but her body did what I knew that it
would. Her feet rested on the carpet, enough bend in her knees to move. She exhaled completely, the need to be filled finally satisfied. I could see the struggle behind her eyes. This was nothing like what she’d ever imagined. But then she’d never imagined me…
“It’s fine, sweetheart. It’s clean and smooth. It can’t hurt you. You’re the one in control.” I said the words quietly, soothingly. I didn’t want her to be frightened. I wanted her to have what she needed. And she needed to be filled.
“You can move, as little or as much as you like.” I kissed her, letting my mouth ease her, wanting her body to relax. I cupped her breasts, lifting their weight, teasing her mouth with mine. “I won’t move you. That’s up to you.” I kissed her neck, moving downward to take her nipple. I sucked and rolled it, and her body started to sway. Gently at first. Back and forth. Her movements small, tentative. I ran my hands down the curve of her belly and down to her pussy. She was so wet, the wooden shaft already slippery under her. Only the small rounded top was inside her. But I could tell her body wanted more.
My jeans were open and my cock was raging at the sight of her. I stripped off my sweater and let the head of my cock nudge her swollen clit. “Take me in your hand, Grace.”
I watched, so close her breasts were only inches from my chest. I held my breath, bracing for her touch. Her tiny hand reached for me and I heard her breath catch too. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I want this too.”
Her hand wrapped me, tight and hot. My own hips bucked at the contact. Everything was moving faster than I’d intended. Maybe faster than it should be. But the touch of her skin was incredible, addictive. “Don’t stroke, sweetheart. Just hold me. I don’t want to come.”
I could see her struggling to understand. I slid back and forth in the circle of her hand. “I need to control this,” I said gently. “It’s the only way.”
I kissed her, long and deep, and she kept her hand still for me. I pulled a steady breath and worked my cock slowly in her hand.
“That’s right. Just like this. Just like this.” I roamed her body with my hands. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Beautiful and strong. Let yourself take what you need. Let it build up inside you. It’s beautiful, Grace. That power that you’re feeling.” I pumped myself easily back and forth, kissing her, stroking her, letting it build. She was gasping now, and watching my face as I spoke. “Show me, Grace. Show me how much you’re holding inside. I need to see you come…”
In one move, I slipped her off the post and had her in my arms, my thick fingers greedily filling her instead. She writhed against my hand as my cock throbbed against her naked belly. I wanted nothing in the world except to feel what was about to happen inside her…
I held her as her climax hit, and I bit into my own lip, tasting blood. The need to feel her coming on my cock threatened to overwhelm me. She was so wet and warm, her walls pulsing powerfully as release took her. I wanted to be inside… feeling everything as I came too, filling her the way she deserved to be filled. Utterly… completely… with my hard, unforgiving shaft…
“Kaine, oh god, Kaine…,” she gasped out. She was flushed and beautiful, her eyes closed as her body still moved and her pussy still gripped my fingers. I felt the last waves of her orgasm begin to soften. She was soft and ripe, luscious as her body pulsed. So relaxed… so vulnerable… It would have been so fucking easy to take her. And I’d never wanted it as much as I did at that moment. I eased myself into bed beside her and waited for the familiar ache to subside. I wasn’t sure it ever would.
I hadn’t fucked a woman in the last decade. And I didn’t dare now. I couldn’t trust myself…
My teen years and most of college had been almost nothing but women. I’d thought I could fuck the pain away. And I’d tried. But the feeling of failure had always won out. No woman could take it away. My brother was dead and my father had died in jail only a few months later. Fucking was only a distraction. The pain always came back. Worse still, I left a string of women in my past, who’d wanted more… who’d wanted something real.
Something that I was incapable of giving them.
All that ended when I turned twenty-one. Since the pain never left anyway, there was no reason to hurt innocent women along the way. It was my father who had taught me not to lose control. And for the last ten long years I hadn’t. I gave pleasure, once a year, in this place. For one short week. And I took nothing for myself, but the pleasure of watching the woman experience what I would deny myself.
I dropped a kiss on Grace’s forehead and shifted us both to the center of the bed. I pulled her close and tucked the blankets around her. She’d fallen asleep in my arms and didn’t wake. The last two days had been more than she’d ever imagined, I knew. So many of her thoughts were plain on her face. Like what she’d felt about my scars. I hadn’t expected her to be willing to stay after that. I’d never intended for her to see them in the first place… I brushed her hair back. It was silky and golden in the moonlight. I’d never seen such beauty.
I’d make sure she never saw those scars again. It wouldn’t be easy. But somewhere over the course of the day I’d made the decision.
16
Grace
“But I don’t remember, Ting. I told you. Shit, I told them. I know I had too much, but wouldn’t I remember something?”
“You’ve forgotten lots of things, Evelyn. Things like paying bills, going to work. Christmas, one year. And most of my birthdays…
“And I’m sorry for all that, baby. Really. But a crash like that. It’s got to be different… How would I have made it all the way home, if I’d been that far gone?”
I woke with a start, and fell back against my pillows. I was still in the Citadel, and I was alone again in the big bed. I dreamed about Evelyn pretty often, but she’d never called me Ting in any of them. The last time I’d heard that name was the day Gran died. I had been about five, and that was when everything had started to change between me and Evelyn. She’d always been irresponsible, but Gran had been there to smooth the edges. Without her… well, it had been very different.
I sat up, pulling the covers back and breathing in deep. I caught a glimpse of the bedpost and felt myself flush red from my head to my toes. I was shocked at myself. Shocked at Kaine…
But I sure as hell couldn’t deny that I’d liked it. I flashed to the climax I’d had. Like nothing I’d ever experienced before…
Last night had opened my eyes to a whole new world of experience. I’d known all along that would happen at La Laisse. I just hadn’t known it would be like this. That I’d be awakening to a new understanding of my feelings, my body. That I was even capable of the kind of desire and need I was feeling now. I’d thought that I’d be regretting the loss of my virginity by now. Instead, after two days in a brothel, I was still a virgin. And more and more eager not to be…
I wondered if Kaine had slept on the sofa again last night. For a moment I thought of going to find him, but the memory of seeing his scars…
I sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window. I’d always thought I’d had it rough growing up with Evelyn, and my friends had certainly agreed. But if my instincts were right… if Kaine had been hurt like that when he was just a boy… What he’d gone through had been so much worse than I could even imagine.
The images had been grinding in my subconscious since yesterday. Those marks weren’t new. Not by a long shot. They’d had time to soften and fade. They were still clear, but they were pale and flat. Those cuts had healed up years ago.
And yet Kaine wouldn’t talk about it. And he wouldn’t let me touch him. He’d given me so much pleasure. So much feeling. But as far as I knew, he hadn’t taken anything for himself. He hadn’t asked me to do any of the things my friends had told me about. I didn’t know for sure if he’d even come yet. But one look at his face, one glance at his hard, thick cock and I knew he wanted me. Why hadn’t he just taken me?
I shook my hair back, suddenly tired of wondering. We still had five more
nights together and my skin was tingling all over at the prospect. He wouldn’t hold out forever. It was going to happen. It just had to.
Twenty minutes later I was showered and dressed, still no Kaine in sight. I had no idea what to expect, no clue what the day would bring, but I couldn’t resist the soft, dark denim and crisp white cotton top hanging in the closet. I’d have to remember to thank Mrs. S later.
I took my time drying my hair and brushing it out. Then I made a thick braid and tossed it back over my shoulder. There was only so much time I could waste, waiting for Kaine. I had to go out into the living room sooner or later.
I opened the door and was halfway down the hall when I heard his voice. It wasn’t loud, but the intensity struck me. I stopped, listening.
“What kind of damage?” He was quiet then. I could tell he was on the phone.
“Did he say it was consistent with those types of injuries?” There was a long pause. “And what did you get on the Marks connection?” Another pause. “No, not now. But I want you to get it, Brian. There’s something about the name and my gut’s telling me that’s not the entire picture.”
I leaned back against the wall, feeling guilty for listening to something that was clearly none of my business. I was about to head back to the bedroom when I heard Kaine’s voice again.
“I’ve been hoping for something to break for months. Rance needs to be leveled and it can’t wait any longer. We’re too far behind now, and I want the whole street clear by the time I get back. I want it gone. I want all of it gone. This could be the leverage I need… No, not just for the company… it’s not just about the fucking house anymore.”
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