Black Demands (A Kelly Black Affair Book 2)

by CJ Thomas

  When her breath labored, I climbed back up on all fours and lunged myself back inside her. Again, my thrusts were slow to begin, then grew with intensity as I got drunk on the incredible way she felt. There was nothing better than this, than her.

  Her pussy squeezed my cock and I lunged hard and deep, holding her hips down firmly to the bed with my weight. And just when I felt myself about to come, I pulled out and climbed off, leaving her body begging me to come back.

  Even with her face hiding behind the black blindfold, I knew she wasn’t happy to have me quit. But coming inside her wasn’t the goal. The mission was to get her to open up and tell me everything—no more secrets, no more deception, only truth.

  I set both of her wrists free. First her left, then moving around the bed to do the other. Then I moved to her ankles, flipping her around before spreading her legs and clipping them back to the corner, locking her in place, preventing her from moving. “Remove the blindfold,” I said in a deep, husky voice.

  She slowly reached up to her face and pulled the scarf back over her head, revealing her eyes. Her gorgeous green gaze traveled the entire length of my naked body. My cock was pulsing, clenching my stomach and painfully hard. I ached to be inside her—losing myself in the pleasure she offered—but there was something else I had in mind.

  Reaching to the bed stand behind her, I picked up the vibrating dildo I had taken from the closet and set it down next to her thigh. Without saying a word I backed away, letting my feet fall flat to the floor.

  Kendra glanced down at the curved, balled, dildo. “Kelly—”

  “Don’t talk,” I said firmly, taking my cock into my hand.

  She nodded, wetting her lips.

  “Only listen.”

  She nodded again and I watched her pulse tick fast in her neck.

  “There is something going on with you. I don’t know what that is and I refused at first to believe it was true. But now I know.” My hand tightened around my shaft. “Maybe I was too blinded by my own desire to be the first to recognize it myself, but until you can let me help you this is how we’re going to continue to fulfill our contractual agreement.”

  “Kelly,” her eyes pleaded with me, “I wish I could explain—”

  “Don’t talk.” I held up my hand. “Now’s not the time to explain.”

  Her chest rose and I let my gaze fall to her beaded nipples. I could taste them from memory, knew how much I loved them in my mouth, clamped between my teeth. I wanted to touch her—smooth my hands across every inch of her body—but I knew that the consequences of going any further than I already had were too grave. There was the potential of another fallout, and that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

  She watched me stroke my cock, licking her lips as if she wanted them wrapped around it. “You want to get fucked?” I asked, taking a step closer to her.

  She nodded.

  My dick twitched at the way she was looking at me—eyes burning with sexual desire. “Then take that dildo and slide it into your wet pussy and show me how much you wish it was me playing in there.”

  She swallowed hard before glancing at the dildo.

  “Take it.” I lowered my gaze. “You know you want it.” Widening my stance, I started to work myself harder.

  As if she didn’t want to feel left out, Kendra picked up the dildo and brought the tip of it to her moist entrance, still pulsing from when I was stretching her only moments ago. She wet the tip, then plunged it fully inside her. Her head tipped back as she cried out.

  My stomach flexed at the sight. She was so incredibly hot. I knew that I could find my own release at the mere sight of her. Though I’d much prefer her lips wrapped around my cock than my own hand, watching her drive herself higher and higher was doing things to me that I never expected. Slowly guiding my wrist back and forth I asked, “What’s our safe word?”

  Kendra’s head lifted forward, and through heavily seduced lids she spat, “Angel.”

  “Yes, you are.” I began stroking myself again after Kendra flashed me an angry look.

  She wouldn’t be needing to use it tonight. Not a chance. I just wanted to hear her say it, to make her angry with the thought of the woman she hated interfering with our sex life, coming between us right before I was about to make her climax.

  Her lids fluttered closed as she continued to grind herself down over the dildo.

  “Tell me, what does it feel like?”

  “Not as good as if you were fucking me,” she moaned.

  Tonight was all for me. I needed to see how she reacted after she got herself off. If she would become the person she was the last couple times we fucked. It was important I knew how she reacted after I attempted to touch her, and how I refused to allow her to touch me. She couldn’t break down. I couldn’t allow it to happen and I wouldn’t give her the orgasm she craved, instead I’d make sure she drove herself to the edge to make certain I wasn’t the cause of her torment.

  “You’re so beautiful. You see how hard you have me?”

  Her eyes flickered open. She took a minute to stare at my manhood before she nodded.

  “You do this to me. You make me this fucking hard.” I squeezed and stroked harder, grinding through gritted teeth. “There is no other woman in my life. You are my woman.” I groaned and squeezed my eyes tightly shut. “Fuck yourself as hard as I am.”

  I could hear Kendra working herself harder, pushing herself closer to the edge of no return. Soon, her cries filled the air, and when I knew she was close I shouted, “Now pull it out.”

  She stopped, and so did I. Our gazes locked, and together we stared into each other’s eyes as we both fought to catch our breath. I was teaching her what it meant to be a submissive—my submissive—and she would do as I said.

  “Now turn on the vibrator.”

  She flipped the switch and the quiet buzz of the device filled the room.

  “Stick it in your pussy,” I paused to lick my lips, “and make yourself come.”

  She did exactly as I said without protest. This was good. She was good. Because it was important that we established our roles in the relationship we shared sooner rather than later. I didn’t only need her to obey when in the bedroom. The rules transferred over to daily life, too. It was important that she understood that.

  “Grab your tit and play with it.”

  Her fingers dug into her soft globe, massaging it through mewling pants. The dildo was slick with her juices and I was incredibly jealous that it wasn’t my dick covered in her arousal. Kendra rolled her head and when her abs flexed, I knew she was extremely close.

  Working myself harder, not wanting to be left out—she was a reflection of me as much as I was of her—and together we would come.

  Her head fell back between her shoulders as she cried.

  “Now stop.”

  Kendra’s hand stopped moving between her legs and she flashed me an annoyed look. Understandably so. But it had to be like this.

  “Ask me who I was with earlier.”

  Her brow arched and her lips parted.

  “Now fuck yourself.” My gaze dropped to her sex.

  Kendra took the device inside her once again. “Who was she?”

  “Harder!”

  She touched the vibrator to her clit and her mouth rounded.

  “Harder!”

  “Oh, fuck!” she screamed. “Who was the woman you were with?!”

  “Now come!”

  Kendra’s face twisted as she shuddered through her climax. Feeling my own release working its way up I stepped closer to her, and as she was still shaking through her own orgasm I shot my hot semen over her chest and belly, coating her with my mark.

  “Who was she, Kelly?”

  Shaking my dick over her body, I growled until the last drop. Then I turned around and walked away. “You’ll be staying here with me until I say otherwise.”

  26

  Kendra

  I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom.

 
Glancing over my shoulder, my ribs squeezed.

  After Kelly refused to tell me who the woman was he was with yesterday morning, I didn’t bother asking again. It wasn’t worth the fight and since he said that I would be staying with him until further notice, it was enough reassurance to convince me that I was in fact the only woman in his life who truly mattered.

  Plopping down on the edge of the bed, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the many photographs of Alex’s family. They both haunted me and created a sense of envy, wishing sometimes my family life could have been like hers.

  My bottom lip curled and pouted.

  I was here to collect my things, pack them up and move them to Kelly’s. Not that I had a whole lot here to begin with but enough to want to clean up the mess I’d created since I moved in and occupied the guestroom in Alex’s apartment. Besides, Nash was soon to be home and I didn’t want to be staying here once he got back. I could only imagine the shenanigans he and Alex were going to get into upon his return.

  Dropping my head into my hands, I couldn’t stop thinking about my uncle and how I wished I’d never agreed to meet with him later today. But it was the only thing I could say to convince him to leave yesterday. I didn’t want him at my apartment, and it already freaked the fuck out of me that he knew exactly where I lived.

  A dullness spread across my chest.

  Light footsteps padded across the hall and when I lifted my head, Alex was leaning her shoulder against the doorframe. She was beautifully wrapped in a bright yellow towel, her hair wet and smelling of fruits and flowers. I watched her eyes travel over my clothes laying in the center of the bed before giving me an arched look.

  “Sorry, I should have called. But it was too early and I didn’t want to risk waking you.”

  She smiled and floated across the room before filling the empty spot directly next to me. We leaned into each other, letting our heads come to rest against the other’s. “I have another busy day.” Alex sighed.

  “You don’t regret the position, do you?”

  She shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

  We both laughed.

  “Nash requested lots of iterations to the current project and I still have a lot more editing that needs to be done.”

  “He’s such a dictator.” I smirked.

  Alex snickered. “But he’s my dictator.”

  “And when does this tyrant come back to rule your castle?”

  “Two days.” She frowned.

  Reaching around the back of her shoulder, I wrapped her up in the best hug I had to give. Closing my eyes, I nodded. “I’m really going to miss this.”

  Slowly, Alex pulled away and flashed me a questioning look. Then she glanced over her shoulder to my pile of clothes. Reeling in my arms, I ducked my head and stood, turning to face the bed. I couldn’t even look her in the eye without the threat of me gushing tears. It wasn’t like I wasn’t ever going to see her again but that was what it felt like.

  “Just leave them,” Alex pleaded.

  “It’s useless,” I said, beginning to rip the sheets off the bed. “Once Nash is back in town I won’t be staying here anyway.”

  “It’s not like he’s coming back tomorrow.” Alex scooped my clothes off the bed and tossed them into the suitcase I’d brought with me.

  “You and I both know that I’m not going to want to be here when he does return.”

  Alex glanced up at me and pursed her lips. “Are you all right?”

  Diverting my gaze, I knew by the twisted concerned look on her face that she knew I wasn’t feeling completely myself. “Yeah, I’m fine.” It was a lie but I didn’t have it in me to tell her about what was really dragging me down.

  “Hey.” Alex moved closer and smoothed her hand down my upper arm. “Sit.”

  I nodded and we sat once again on the edge of the bed. My head hung to my chest the moment I closed my eyes. “You’re waddling around, you know that?”

  My hands moved to my stomach and I held it as if something inside me was preparing for the sharp pain I felt looming, waiting to strike down upon me any minute. I knew I had to tell her that I was with Kelly last night. It was important she knew. “I stayed at Kelly’s last night.”

  Alex’s eyes widened as she turned her head forward. A minute passed where neither one of us said a word. I could only imagine the disappointment she was feeling knowing that she didn’t think I should have gone back to Kelly so soon after seeing him with another woman.

  “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

  She shook her head slowly. “I’m not mad.” Her voice was soft, forgiving. “I just thought that maybe you would give it more time until we figured out what was going on is all.”

  “He gave me flowers.” I smiled.

  Her brows lifted on her forehead and she nodded once. “Is that right?”

  “They were beautiful.”

  She cast her gaze to the pile of clothes she’d dumped into my suitcase. I knew what it was she was thinking—that Kelly had bought me those, too. And she was right.

  “Did you ever figure out what he was doing at the cemetery or the name of the woman he was with?” I asked.

  Alex turned her gaze to me and shook her head.

  “What about whose grave they were visiting?”

  “I don’t know,” Alex whispered. “Kendra, that’s your job. I thought you would have at least asked him.”

  “I did.”

  “And?” Alex’s voice raised, along with her spine.

  “He says I’m his only woman.”

  “And you believe him?”

  Our eyes danced but my words hesitated. “I do.”

  “Then what is it?” Her brows pinched.

  “I didn’t get a name because I couldn’t find the strength to push him.”

  “Honey,” Alex’s forehead wrinkled, “This man is killing your spirit.”

  “Kelly’s not dampening my spirit.”

  Alex’s mouth slackened.

  “My uncle showed up.” My eyes rounded above my flat-lined lips. “To my apartment.”

  Her brows drew together and by the look on her face, I knew that this was news to her. Alex didn’t know I had an uncle, let alone an open and active relationship with any member of any part of my family. As far as she was concerned, I was an orphan because that was the family dynamic I self-imposed upon myself in an effort to flee the drama that consumed much of my childhood.

  “I didn’t realize you had an uncle in LA.”

  Tipping my head back, I stared at her wall of family photographs. “I don’t.”

  “Judging by your reaction I assume he wasn’t invited.”

  And just like that, I managed to steer her concerns of Kelly away and present her with a much greater personal dilemma. “Just showed up out of the blue,” I said, thinking that I saw this coming. Knew it was lurking in the shadows waiting for the opportunity to present itself. When I turned to look her in the eye, I said, “Baby, my family is fucked up.”

  She bit the inside of her cheek as concern flashed across her eyes.

  Standing, I went back to gathering my things, packing them up in preparation for taking them to Kelly’s. “I’m meeting with him today. My uncle. I don’t know why he’s here, now, after all these years, but I can’t imagine he’ll be sharing any good news with me.”

  Alex tugged on her towel and glanced at the clock near the bed stand. “I have time for a quick breakfast. Do you want to talk about this over bagels?”

  Shaking my head, I said, “I’ll take a raincheck. When Kelly learned my uncle was in town he insisted I stay with him until he stated otherwise.”

  “Shit, Kendra.” Alex stood and cocked her head. “I know you’re totally gaga over this man, but don’t you think that you need to know more about who he is before moving in with him?”

  “It’s only temporary.”

  “And so is my offer.” Her hands rooted into her hips. “Stay here. Stay with me.”

  “Look,” I took her
by the shoulders and smiled, “I’ll be fine. I’m supposed to be having lunch with my uncle and have a million other things I need to finish before then.”

  Alex gave me a hard look. “Promise to call me after your lunch?”

  I smiled and nodded. “Pinky-swear.”

  We hugged.

  “Oh, and before I forget,” I spun around and started digging through my purse. “Let me give you this back.”

  Alex stared at the key to her apartment.

  I wanted to give it back so I didn’t have an easy out if things got tough with Kelly. I wanted my relationship with him to work and with my apartment compromised and knowing Alex’s place wasn’t an option, I knew deep down that I would try harder to make things work with Kelly.

  Shaking her head, she lowered my hand and clasped my fingers over the thin piece of jagged metal. “Keep it. As long as we’re friends, you’ll always have a place to stay in my house.”

  27

  Kelly

  Leaning back in my office chair I blew out a heavy, controlled breath, feeling deflated.

  Despite the stresses of the job staring me down from my desk, I couldn’t stop thinking about Kendra. I wondered if she’d slept at all or if she just laid awake the entire night staring up at the ceiling. She tossed and turned and was rolling out of bed way before first light. I couldn’t let her leave without making sure she understood that I meant what I’d said.

  Closing my eyes I could still see her tense face, reluctant to agree to my latest demand.

  Kendra would stay with me, living at my penthouse apartment, until further notice.

  This wasn’t a game. She didn’t have a choice.

  And she knew it.

  There wasn’t a reason to fight me on this because in the end she would lose. I left no room for discussion. It was just something that I needed her to do until we worked through whatever the hell was tearing her apart inside.

  Spinning my desk chair around my eyes opened and I stared out the window, watching the palm leaves blow with the breeze.

  It pained me to know that she was hurting and that she didn’t ask me to help. I wanted to help. Even if I might be the cause of the anguish she was fighting, it had to be me to help her recover. That was what I’d agreed to—the commitment I’d made the moment she signed my contract.