Kalen opened the door, ushering me inside before locking it behind him. He guided me to a large, plush armchair near the fire. I felt a rush of warmth hit my skin as I sat back, sinking into the fabric. If it could have swallowed me up, I would have happily let it so I could be spared this embarrassment.
I looked up, noticing Kalen pouring two glasses of amber liquid before handing one to me. I took it quickly, throwing it back to try and avoid the burn, but feeling every agonizing second. Kalen quirked a brow and brought over the decanter, pouring me another glass.
He sat across from me, his legs spread wide as he sipped his drink. His eyes were unnerving, undressing my actions and desires bit by bit until I was bare before him. “What?” I snapped.
“You are wound too tight, Ren. Have I not been satisfying you at night?” He cocked his head, and I shivered in anticipation.
“Gods above, Kalen. That is not what this is about.”No, it was about the way I gravitated toward him at every turn, or how I wished to be near him whenever he wasn’t around.
He hummed, thinking over my words as he toyed with the rim of his glass. I cursed myself for never seeing the merits of a relationship before. We worked well together, both as friends and lovers, but we had never pushed for more because of our past. But what if, all along, we’d been led to one another because we were the only two people to recognize how fucked up the other one was?
“I think it is,” he said slowly, placing the glass of firewhiskey on the table beside him. “In fact, I think we should remedy this immediately.”
Kalen stood, the bulge in his pants already drawing my attention with each step he took toward me. I gulped, sinking further back into the chair. He was a phenomenal lover, and I loved the way he fucked and filled me. I grew wetter by the second, and he hadn’t even touched me. He strode past me, though, leaving me a panting mess.
I turned, sitting on my knees as I watched him dig around in the armoire. “What exactly are you looking for?” We’d often played before, bringing an assortment of items into our sexual interactions, but I was in no mood for that today. “Kalen?”
He glanced over his shoulder, a cocky smile playing on his lips before he pulled one of my scarves from inside and presented it with a flourish. “What are we going to do with that?” I pouted. “I don’t want to be restrained, I want to touch you.”
He crossed the room, kissing me deeply before leaning down. “You’ll get to touch me all you want, little vixen, but first…” He paused, placing the scarf over my eyes and securing it behind my head. The fabric was so thick I couldn’t see anything, but the smell of whiskey and smoke clouded my senses. He trailed his fingers along my shoulders and neck, the movement pebbling my skin. I sighed, relaxing back into my seat.
“But first?” I asked, my voice shaky.
“But first,” he said, drawing his lips across my cheek, “I am going to taste you.” I heard the soft thud of his knees hitting the floor in front of me. His hands trailed up my thighs, reaching the band of my breeches and slowly untying the laces. It was torturous. I couldn’t help but lift my hips, helping him slide them down my legs.
His soft chuckle caressed my skin, his breath tingling. “So eager, aren’t you, little vixen?” I nodded, not realizing I’d been holding my breath. He slid my breeches off, throwing them gods only knew where. I hadn’t worn undergarments so my core was exposed to the chilly air. He hummed in satisfaction, examining me. “Already so wet.”
He drew one finger across my slit, and I dug my fingers into the arm of the chair. Kalen was teasing me, tormenting me. I was at his mercy. Slowly, I felt his body shift. He leaned closer, running his tongue across my center. His arms wrapped underneath my legs, placing them on his shoulders as he grabbed my ass and brought me closer to his mouth.
I let out a soft moan, moving my hips against his tongue as he caressed me with soft flicks. It wasn’t enough; I neededmore, but he knew that already. He just loved to tease me until I was a panting mess.
He held me to him with one hand while the other folded over my leg and found my clit, moving in soft circles that drove me wild. I felt his smile against my center and knew he was loving every moment of this agony.
“Gods above, K,” I whined. “This isn’t enough.”
He pulled back, and I was tempted to remove my blindfold so I could see the evidence of my desire on his lips. As if he read my mind, he moved his hands and gathered mine up in one of his.
“Ah, ah,” he tsked as I tried, and failed, to kick out my legs and move away from him. If he would not make me come, then I would do it myself. “We are going to play a game, you and I.”
“A game?” I echoed. “What kind of game?”
Kalen pressed a kiss to my thigh. “I’m going to tell you a story as I pleasure you.”
That didn’t sound like a fucking game, and I did not want to be read to as I came on his face. “No. I want you to fuck me, K. I want you to make me feel good.” I said, moving my hips again, but he pinned me down.
“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy this game quite a bit. Just humor me, Ren. When have I ever steered you wrong?” His wicked smile curled against my skin. He was a bastard, but gods how I loved the way he made me feel.
“Never,”I said, my voice breathy as he ran his tongue across my center. I bucked under his hold, but he remained strong and unmoving as he tormented me.
Kalen pulled away, leaving me panting and teetering on the edge. “I thought that might be the case.” I heard his movements as he stood, the sound of clothing slowly hitting the ground growing my anticipation. And then I heard as he walked away from me, each footfall feeling as though I’d combust.
When he came back, he gripped me underneath my ass and picked me up. I squealed, feeling the slight scratchiness of his beard against my chest as he pressed peppering kisses to the skin there. Without warning, I was falling down. My arms and legs flailed out as he laughed and grabbed me, both of us crashing into the bed.
“You ass!” I scolded, flinging my arm out toward him. He caught it, pressing a kiss to my pulse point before grabbing my other and lifting them over my head. With a flourish, he slipped fabric over my wrists and cinched it tight.
“I thought you said I wouldn’t be restrained?” I asked, yanking at the fabric. It didn’t budge.
His fingertips ran along the hem of my tunic, and I felt the brandishing of a blade replace it. The cool metal pebbled my skin, causing my muscles to tighten on instinct. With a quick movement, he cut the fabric in two. It draped around my breasts, which spilled out of the basic undergarment I’d thrown on.
