by Measha Stone
“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 her head. “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. There would be time later, he reminded himself.
He ran his fingers through her lips, brushing her clit just enough to make her aware of her still burning arousal, and then he took one lip in his fingers and pulled it downward, 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 from the sensation, but didn’t move.
He brushed her clit again as her reward. “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 petted her clit after the third clip was in place, next to the first.
“One more.” He grabbed the lip and pinched it hard; she reared up slightly, but did not stand. Just as he let go, he let the pin clamp down on her. “So good.” He kissed her ass as he played with her clit.
“Kendrick.” She moaned, a plea for release.
“Almost.” He promised. He sat back and admired his work. Four light blue clothespins hung from her pussy lips. She remained in position as he looked her over.
“Your ass is too pale.” He decided out loud and stood from the couch. He slowly unbuckled his belt and let it slide from the loops, letting the sound fill the room.
She didn’t grimace or cry or ask him to stop. Instead, she bent lower, bracing herself on her forearms, instead of just her hands.
He pulled the belt back and let it land on both of her 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 to her head and gathered her hair in a ponytail fashion, held it at the base of her neck, and pulled her head upward.
“Just another reason I love your hair so much.” He smiled and brought his belt down on her again. Lower this time, the strike made the pins shake, and she groaned.
“Just one more, I think,” he announced. He didn’t tell her that if he kept it up like that for much longer, he was going to embarrass himself and come in his jeans.
After the last strike, he tossed the belt onto the couch and told her to stand. Once at full height, he removed her shirt and relieved her of her bra. He directed her to keep her legs open for him, and he reached between them to play with the clips. He felt her hot breath on him as he did so.
“Do you like the feeling?” je asked, kissing her neck.
“Yes…it’s odd…not painful…not wonderful,” She answered honestly, and he kissed her cheek.
“A good 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 said in a raspy voice with closed eyes.
“Good.” He moved his hands from the pins and cupped her face with them. “I’m going to fuck you now. The pins will stay in place until I take them off.” He captured her lips with his and wrapped himself in her response.
Soft, willing, fiercely passionate. She made no attempt to control the kiss, but followed him. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she melted into him and he into her.
He dragged himself away and looked down at her swollen lips. “Bedroom.” He nodded in that direction and moved out of her way to let her pass. He followed the sway of her hips, up the few steps and into his room.
Once inside, she stood by the bed. “Would you like me bent over or in the bed?” she asked softly, her eyes meeting his. No sheepishness in her tone or in her expression.
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 the annoying 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 when she was situated.
“Yes, but if I don’t have you in me soon, I think I might die.” 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. He felt her eyes on him as he moved himself 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; the look of serenity that passed over her eyes as he entered her warm, inviting home mirrored his own feelings.
Once he was fully inside of 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. More movements like that would make their event end much sooner than he planned.
“Don’t,” he ground out as he slowly began to move within her. “Should I get my ropes back out?” he said with a hint of evilness in his voice, referring to their previous encounter.
She had been tied to all four posts of the bed, unable to touch him, unable to move, except to take the fucking he gave her. He had fucked her hard that night, giving her as much pleasure as she gave him by taking it so well. But she had not been able to touch him, and one thing he’d learned quickly about her was that she wanted the physical connection with him as much as possible.
“No, no…I’ll be good,” she promised and stilled 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. He let go, watching the beautiful breast bounce back down.
“Again?” she whispered and closed her eyes.
“Greedy little thing.” He pushed into her harder. Just 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 squeal and look of shock she rewarded him with made him plunge into her again and again. She gripped at his shoulders as he took her faster and she bit her lip hard.
“I need to move, please,” she begged, and he nodded.
“Yes, move against me.” His voice was ragged sounding as he held her thighs apart and began to plunge into her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he reached down and pulled a second clip free.
She sucked in her breath, and he thrust hard forward into her again. Her hands moved to her tits, and she held onto them. They were bouncing freely. and he was sure it couldn’t have been extremely comfortable given their weight.
“No, let go. I want to see those tits bounce.” He peeled her hands away and placed them on his chest.
She held on to him tighter, gripping his cock with her vaginal walls, and he groaned his own frustration.
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 go
ne, 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, her hands dug into his flesh. One fluid pull and it was free of her. 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 release from him. He plunged harder into her, taking each pulse of her orgasm into his own, until he was exhausted and spent.
They laid clinging to each other in the bed. Each trying to catch the breath that seemed to elude them. Their arms were wrapped around each other, legs entangled.
Kelly’s head rested on Kendrick’s bare chest. Would he ever get used to the beauty that was her? Her utter obedience and open-mindedness to try all of the new things he brought to her 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 had her strapped to that bench, Kendrick probably never would have crossed paths with her.
He hugged her tightly to his chest, breathing in her scent.
“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 twenty-four
It’s Not All Fun and Games
“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 at that moment.
“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 and rolled out of bed. She opened the top drawer of his dresser and pulled out a T-shirt.
“What about Ted?” he asked, sitting up in the bed, watching her with a hard look. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes had 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 apparently had already 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 apparently didn’t like the look of him, but they knew something was wrong with her.” She disappeared into the bathroom, trying to find a hair tie she’d left there.
“What does that have to do with you?” His voice called from the bedroom. She could hear him moving around the room, getting himself cleaned up and 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 to stare at her, waiting for more information.
“He wants me to help him. To set Ted up, so they can catch him…you know…red-handed…or red dicked, as is the case.” She tried to laugh, but his glare had darkened so much that it came out as a wimpy giggle.
“You’re not doing it,” he said and shoved 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 of all, if I want to help them, to get that asshole off the streets, that’s my decision, not yours.” She found herself yelling at him.
He stopped dressing and looked at her. The anger 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?” His voice was 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. What she lacked in voice she attempted to make up for in stance. She crossed her arms over her chest, kept her feet planted and legs straight, and worked up a good glare of her own to throw 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, but remained where she stood when he reached her. She wanted to hide under the covers, but managed to stay planted.
“You yelled at me,” he said again. “Do you think that it’s acceptable to yell?”
“Kendrick, I was just 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 are 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 want 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.” He looked so concerned, his eyes softening with his words.
“I didn’t tell him I’d help,” she offered, placing her hands on his chest.
His heart was beating so heavy she could feel it.
“I was going to talk to you first,” she told him. She hadn’t agreed to anything and had every intention of talking it through with Kendrick, but she knew he’d react…well, the way he reacted, so she’d kept putting it off.
“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 hands.
She took a steadying breath.
“Kelly, this isn’t a negotiation. I’m telling you, you are not allowed to help them. You are not to get involved with anything Ted is involved with. If you do, there will be a very severe consequence.”
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 became mine to do with what I allow or disallow,” 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 his shirt at him.
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.
“It wasn’t going to last forever anyway!” she shouted from the front door.
He stood mutely a few feet away from her, his brows furrowed and the darkness of his eyes replaced with confusion.
“It never fucking does!” She flew the door open just as he tried to reach for her, and she ran down the hall. She bypassed the elevator, not wanting to have to wait for it and took the stairs.
He yelled her name just before the steel door to the stairwell slammed shut behind her, 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 and started to walk down the street, pulling her coat tightly around her. Her cell buzzed in her pocket, but she knew it would be Kendrick, so she ignored it and kept walking.
She knew he was right. Doing anything to help catch Ted in the “act” would be dangerous. If Kendrick was there, if he helped, it would be safer. That had been her plan, to get his help, and then they would do it together. But everything went to shit before she could get there.
Of course, he had the right to tell her no. That’s what she wanted; that’s what she had gone searching for when she went to the club. It wasn’t just sex games she wanted; it was the whole package. And the first time he put his foot down, the first time she wasn’t given the choice of making her own decision—she’d had a fit, screamed at him, and ran away.
It wouldn’t last forever, she had yelled at him. She hadn’t been talking about Ted. Her fear, her worry that their relationship couldn’t give her the long lasting dream she had of a husband and kids was what drove her to throw that at him.
It hadn’t been fair. He didn’t even know what she was worried about, but she threw it at him all the same.
“I’m a crazy bitch,” she muttered to herself as she made her way down another street.
She found herself staring up at Jessica’s apartment before she realized where she’d headed. Her phone buzzed several more times with text messages. She didn’t look at them.
The front door opened after the first ring of the bell. Jessica took one look at Kelly and pulled her into her apartment.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” she asked, looking around the living room for signs of Royce.
Jessica took Kelly’s purse from her and tossed it on the armchair,
“No. No. Royce is working late, and I have a project—no biggie. What’s wrong? Something’s very wrong. Did Kendrick hurt you?” She nearly shouted the last question.
Kelly shook her head and sunk down into the armchair.
“I fucked it all up. I mean that’s usual for me, but I didn’t want to fuck it up this time. But I did.” Kelly squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back tears she didn’t want, but knew would come anyway. Her cell buzzed again, and the tears exploded from her anyway.
