“Are you okay? Nobody will ever touch you. That’s a promise.” He looks up, directing my attention around the room. As I scan the room, eyes dart away. “Nobody will ever touch what is mine.” His eyes are tender while his words are possessive and threatening.
It’s in this very moment that I know…I’ve sold my soul to the devil, and I don’t want it back.
My mind races as we head out of the main room and walk toward the gorgeous staircase that descends to what King has told me are the private rooms. My thoughts are fighting for priority in my mind, and I’m not sure which to choose. Instead of the important thoughts, I blurt out, “What about our drinks? We left them without paying…”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m known here. It’s fine.”
“Oh.” Am I crazy? “Oh”—that’s what I’m going with? I should be running for the hills. He’s probably a psychopath, but I’ve honestly never felt so safe. That guy was a douchebag. Looking over at King’s profile, I can’t help but feel calm, like I’m right where I should be.
His thumb gently rubs my back as we walk, creating a hotspot leading directly to my pussy. We pass three doorways, all ornate, large black doors with gold plaques. Each plaque has a symbol. I don’t look hard enough to make them out, but I do notice they are keyless…weird since rooms would indicate a need for privacy. With every door I pass, I can’t stop thinking of the naughty, delicious things that are happening behind them, making the sexual tension amp up, feeling like an electric charge. I feel hedonistic and wild…I feel free.
I’m led around a corner to a hall with a singular door at the end. This door is different in that it’s without a symbol, and it’s also the only door with a keyhole. I turn my head to look at King, watching as he pulls a key from his pocket and places it in the lock.
He cocks his head sideways, and we connect eyes.
“Nervous?”
“No.”
Holding the key still, he turns it slowly, so slow that even though I know the lock will open, I jump at the click.
“Liar.” His arrogant smile makes me indignant.
“Would you blame me? You just manhandled a complete stranger because he touched my arm.”
“No. I just taught a lesson in unwanted affection; would you prefer I let him touch you? Nobody should touch you without your goddamn permission. If that makes me crazy, then so be it.”
I’m immediately looking for his angle, but he’s right. “You were so calm, it was actually a little scary. Seems someone so calm isn’t unfamiliar with that kind of aggression.” It’s not a question. I know he’s not the kind of man people disrespect. He has a powerful presence even in his tender moments.
He stares down at me, unmoving and impassable. I feel stripped, unnerved, and in unfamiliar territory. My list of one-night stands is slim to none and especially with someone as intense as King.
“Two things: I am scary, and I would never hurt you.”
His words resonate. I don’t know him, but I am certain he would never hurt me. He’s the kind of man who protects—so long as you’re not on the other end of it. It’s nothing more than a gut feeling, but I’m trusting myself. The silence stretching between us, tethering our attraction, is palpable.
King puts his hand against the door and leans in toward my face. “Ready?” he asks as he pushes the door open.
Turning my head, I take in the room. An oversized king bed with a rich deep red comforter backed by a heavy ironwork headboard is across from me, lit up by the soft amber glow that sets the mood from the bedside tables. I crane my neck for a better look and can see a small sitting area facing the bed with high-backed leather club chairs and a glass table in between accompanied by a bar cart stocked with high-end-looking bottles. The walls are wood paneled, and they look elegant but purposeful. A set of wrist cuffs are attached. It looks like a fancy albeit sex-themed hotel room, but I’m struck by the jacket and small leather duffel that is on a chair by the bed.
“Is this your room?” I ask, unable to make my legs move forward. There is something niggling at me. I suddenly feel like a conquest, a warm body for the night, even though that’s all I promised. I don’t like the idea he’s been here with other women. What the hell? I’m losing it—how can I be jealous? I’ve known him for all of a hot second.
“Does the idea that I have a room for myself bother you?” His eyes search mine for my answer.
“Yes.” I narrow my eyes at him, clearly unembarrassed by my irrational, absurd anger, but I feel anger, real anger bubbling inside of me, fighting its way to the surface. I can’t lie to him. I feel unable. I’m also unapologetic about it. I want him to be my treasure, some incredible reward for fighting to find my way to the X on the map.
“Good.” His own anger rears its ugly head. “I hate everyone who has ever touched you,” he growls through gritted teeth as he crashes his mouth down to mine. Gripping my waist, he raises me to his height, continuing his murderous assault on my mouth, walking us through the door and kicking it shut.
“I hate that you’ve touched other women,” I mumble between kisses, gripping at his suit jacket to remove it, while he places me back to my feet. “I don’t care if that makes me crazy.”
Grabbing my hands in his own to halt my assault on his jacket, he peels them off his jacket and lets them drop to my side. The silence is weighted. It feels tangible. I’m suddenly hyperaware of our matching accelerated breathing.
“I’ll kill anyone who has touched this body before me,” he rumbles before grabbing at the front of my dress and tearing it open. I gasp, forced back by the tearing of my shirt dress, which is now no more than a very expensive rag. My senses are heightened; I can hear the torn buttons clink against the floor. My entire body starts trembling at the manifestation of my restraint. I feel manic; I’ve never been so fucking turned on, and I am not quite sure what will happen if I give myself full permission to give in to this need.
He stalks toward me, and I instinctively move backward, but King reaches out and grabs my bare waist, lifting and tossing me back onto the bed, I land on my back, he’s hovering over me just as quickly.
“Stay,” he growls, his face almost nose to nose to mine. Holy fuck.
His lips barely brush mine as he walks himself back to standing.
“This won’t do at all.” Looking down at my body, he shakes his head side to side at his dislike of the pieces of my torn dress that have fallen to cover me. He reaches out with one hand and traces the exposed flesh between the fabric, moving it out of the way to leave my body exposed. His touch leaves a sear on my body that travels down between my thighs, and I rub my legs together, hoping to pacify the need. He traces slowly, taking his time, increasing my need until his fingers reach right underneath my belly button.
“What’s your desire?” His fingertip draws slow lazy circles right above my center. My body writhes on the bed. “Are you wet for me?” His voice is sinful as he runs a finger over my lace panties, skimming my clit, making me shiver for more. Backing away, he stands at the foot of the bed, letting his eyes wander over my body, my lingerie in full view. His eyes catalog all the places his hands will touch. I watch him plot and plan where I hope he’ll decimate me. Unable to control the urge to take his clothes off, I push myself up to sitting only to be met with his “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” causing my actions to freeze in place.
“I told you to stay. If I have to repeat myself, there will be consequences.” I blink rapidly at the delicious promise, my eyes fluttering back as the visual presents itself like a prayer.
King walks over to a coffee table across from the bed. Standing with his back straight and his legs spread, he stands like a man in charge, someone familiar with power and how to wield it over another person. He reaches under the cuff of his black tailored suit jacket, unfastens his watch, and places it down on the table. Tilting his head to the side, he gives me a crooked grin and licks his lips as he unbuttons his suit jacket with one hand and shrugs it off,
laying it over a chair adjacent to his left. After toeing off his shoes, he starts back to the bed, rolling up his shirtsleeves, exposing his tattooed forearms. He pulls off his belt and tosses it next to me.
“That’s for later. I have a feeling you’ll need some taming.”
Shit just got real.
MY BODY IS SHIVERING AS if I have the chills, but I’m not cold—the opposite actually. I’m on fire watching him saunter back to the bed. He grabs both my ankles, pulling them slowly and dragging me down to the edge of the bed. A sinful smile spreads across his face. Bending my knees, he places my feet onto the bed, leaning forward to push my knees apart until I’m spread.
My eyes grow big as he cups my center, pushing pressure on my clit with the heel of his palm. I moan at the sweet torture, grinding my body back into his hand and gripping the sheets like a lifeline.
“I’m happy to see you like it rough since I didn’t plan on being tender.”
Running one hand up my body, he pushes his finger into my mouth, and I suck and lick while he separates me from my panties with a firm grip and rips, causing me to scream out from shock, the bite from the lace pulling against my skin. My jaw snaps at the hand that’s near my face as retribution for the sting my pussy still feels, but he’s too quick, pulling his hand back before I can sink my teeth in too hard. King looks down at his hand, amused, and then back to me. My chest heaves as waves of emotion and lust drown me over and over again.
“Mmmm, you’re going to pay for that, gorgeous.” His eyes are a storm of sinful rage.
“Promise?” My voice sounds like I’m begging, and I think I may very well be.
“I’ve never meant anything more. Sweetheart, I will ruin you for any other man, and then I will keep you.”
His words are a promise for a future that will never happen, but I don’t care. I want him now. The feeling makes me sit straight up and grip the sides of his neck, locking our mouths together.
King grabs the back of my hair, pulling to expose my neck so he can suck and bite at the sensitive flesh. I move my hands to his shoulders, digging my nails in and eliciting a groan from his mouth against my neck. We are animals, grabbing, sucking, kissing, ripping off anything in the way of getting inside of each other.
He takes his hand from my pussy, and my body follows, immediately left cold by the retreat.
“Tell me what you want…” His voice is a whisper, like the devil on your shoulder, coaxing and understanding, leading me toward my deviance. “Tell me what your body needs,” he breathes into my skin, taking my earlobe into his mouth.
“I want your fucking fingers inside me.” My body grinds toward his hand with need.
“That dirty mouth will be my demise.” He smiles into my lips as he kisses softly and brings my torn panties to my lips. My eyes widen with the realization he’s going to use them as a gag.
“Finger me.” I breathe my last words out heavily, swept up by this debauchery as the soft lace rag is pushed slowly between my lips. My head rolls back when he finishes, my arousal pounding through me.
“My fingers are there…can you feel them? If you want them…bring yourself to me. You’ll have to beg with your body.” His whispers torment me. I ache for the feeling but am unable to speak. I scoot closer to him, feeling the tip of his fingers near my entrance. My lust has taken over, making me feel uninhibited and wanton.
“That’s it, baby. Bring me that pussy. I want to feel how hot you are around my fingers while I push into you.” Our bodies are almost flush against each other as I grind toward his fingertips.
Please, please is all I can think. I’m desperate for the touch. My body tenses as I push myself closer, trying to reach my reward.
“I want to feel you. I can’t wait to sink my cock into this sweet pussy. Closer, baby—let me stretch you with my fingers.” His voice is smooth and approving as I lean my head down on his chest, arching my body to increase contact with his fingers. Shuddering at the contact, I moan when he pushes the tip of his thick finger into my entrance. He teases me with only the tip, increasing my need, and my body starts to rock forward.
“Is this what you want? Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet.” Gripping the back of my hair, he holds my head steady to his chest as he pushes in another finger.
There is no sound, no answer. The room is silent, lights dim. Only the sound of my whimpers acting as my plea can be heard as I grind on his fingers. The grip on my hair stings slightly, sending chills down my spine.
“Look at me.” His words are a challenge, one I relish in meeting. Eye contact is the ultimate connection. There isn’t any hiding from him, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t want to hide myself.
Without hesitation, I shoot my head up and look into those gorgeous hazel eyes. There’s a fire inside this man, so much under the surface that a part of me is relieved I will only get him for one night. I’m not sure this could ever be enough for him; then again, I’m not sure he would let me try.
“Don’t close your eyes, not even for a second. Do you hear me? Nod if you understand.”
Nodding my head as best I can because he still has hold of my hair, I wrap my hands around the back of his neck to anchor me to this moment.
His fingers begin a slow and torturous circle at my entrance until my breathing becomes filled with desperation. I can’t help but bite my lip and grip his neck tighter. King licks his lips as his eyes dart to my mouth. I use the momentary lapse of eye contact to close my eyes and relish over the third finger pushing halfway in, making me stretch.
“I told you not to close your eyes,” he growls as he increases the pace of his fingers and pulls the lace from my lips harshly.
My breath begins to hitch, and I can feel the pressure building.
“I-I’m…oh god. I’m sorry, I….” I can’t form words. My body is enveloped by the build of my orgasm.
King takes his left hand, putting it on my chest and pushing my body to the bed to restrain me in place.
“Stay put. This time, do as you’re told.” Walking away, he leaves me cold, and I can’t help but push to my elbows to watch his retreat. Looking over his shoulder, he shakes his head and opens a drawer on the side wall.
Holy shit, are those nipple clamps?
“I thought I told you to stay,” he says, sauntering back to me, eyes fixed on mine.
“I’m not that kind of bitch. Humans do as they please.” Raising my eyebrows, I challenge his domination. Not that girl, buddy.
A slow grin spreads across his face.
“Good. Then I guess I get to do as I please…” Pushing me back to the bed, his fingers thrust into me, hitting my clit with the heel of his hand again, causing my body to buck upward with pleasure. I grab hold of the pristinely made bed, gripping and pulling the covers with the movements of my body.
“Fuck me!” I moan my appreciation for the attention given to my throbbing center, enraptured by the swell of desire.
He shoulders my legs roughly so they move aside, rocketing into a pace I can barely match with the bucks of my body. I’ve never been fucked so hard. My body is being punished in the most exquisite of ways.
“You were told and now I won’t give you my cock, but you want it, don’t you? Pounding into you, filling you… Tell me how hard you want it?”
“I want it!” My breath is caught in my throat. “Please. I want it, King…”
I’m laid open, legs wide, unable to move, being held in place by a large hand at my breastbone, and my pussy is drenched from the punishing motions of King’s fingers. I’ve never felt so alive. The harder and faster he moves, the more I struggle to meet his pace. I’m all need and sweat mixed with desire. It’s animalistic. My head’s thrashing back and forth as I grip the bed beneath me, needing, wanting the release that is gathering like a tsunami.
The cold metal around my hard buds jars my attention, and my eyes pop open as he affixes the clamps to my taut nipples. “Your body is screaming for it. You need it. You want it…” He pu
lls at the chain that connects the clamps, and they bite into the tender flesh.
“Oh yes.” My body reacts before I can register what is happening. I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, watching myself buck and writhe into King’s hand as he masterfully conducts my body into a symphonious orgasm, compounded by the sting from the clamps.
“That’s it. Let go—feel it all, baby. Soak my fingers.” His arrogance spurs me onward.
“Oh god, King. I’m going to…!” My body curls inside itself with the intensity of my orgasm, causing me to arch up against his hold, eyes closed, my hands fisted so roughly they turn white. I orgasm violently, so violently it may kill me as it rebounds against the pull of the clamps held by my hardened nipples.
I feel him remove his fingers, the burn serving as a reminder of his declaration not to be tender. I suck in another breath at the loss, slowly opening my eyes to see him lick his fingers, tasting my pleasure. My breathing is still unsteady from the intensity of my release.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He slides his hand down from my breastbone and skims it across my sensitive clit. “I know it burns, but I’m going to kiss it and make it better. You fucking taste like a dream…my mouth wants to take up permanent residence on this pussy,” he croons, reaching back up to massage my breasts, rolling the hard nipples in between his fingers.
“I don’t think I can take any more…” My voice tapers off as the sensations from my nipple begin to reignite my spent libido.
“Your body tells me a different story. Like when I do this…” Pinching his fingers together, he slowly increases the pressure around my nipple, already sensitive from the clamps, until I feel a sting on my skin. “You want this. It’s what you need—tell me I’m wrong. Let me show you. The pain can be intoxicating…” My eyes flutter backward, enveloped by the sensations saturating my body.
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