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The bed shifts as he returns, but he doesn’t go back between my legs. He pulls me up to a sitting position, his hands grabbing mine and placing them against his now bare chest. I follow his silent orders, allowing my fingers to wander over his skin, instinctively trying to read his dips and curves like I would braille.
His body is as firm and toned as I knew it would be, the definition of each muscle rigid and pronounced, telling a story of sex and seduction. He’s still as I explore, letting me memorize his skin while examining every inch of his exquisite form. But for some reason, it feels like something more than me simply gaining some sort of insight into his body. It’s like he’s waiting for me to discover something.
Something that might send me running.
So, I pay close attention, running my hands over his shoulders, feeling the delicious creases and hardness that come from his time at the gym. But there’s also something else. Crevices and ridges that don’t belong. Softer skin that’s inset past the rest of his form. Extensive in number, there are too many to count. Each one feels exactly like the scars on my face, nasty and deep, but also soft and revealing. Each one telling a story that only I could possibly understand.
They trail down his back, peppered over his chest and abs. There’s some on his thighs that, even without seeing, I can tell were the most destructive when initially dealt. He stays on his knees as my hands trail over his ass, the firm, rounded muscles carrying their own stories of pain and suffering.
I don’t ask what they mean. I don’t say a thing.
When I’m done exploring every mark I can find, I simply tell him with my actions exactly what I think. My fingers graze over his abs once more, trailing down to find the deep V that leads exactly where I want to go. I follow it, letting my hands heat their own path down his skin, exactly like his lips did to mine only moments ago.
I find the base of his cock standing hard and straight, ready for my attention. I tease him with the lightest of touches as I trace my fingers to the head, grinning when it jumps at my ministrations. Then I wrap my hand around it, earning a hiss of breath in reward. I keep my hold light, noting how, at the base of his cock, my fist can’t close all the way.
His veins are large and pronounced, but instead of a scarred story being told, it tells a story of lust and need. All of it aimed at me.
I squeeze tighter.
Suddenly, I’m being lifted and slammed onto my back on the bed as Kai starts pressing kisses over my chest. Nipping and sucking after each one, he leaves behind what are sure to be little marks all over my pale skin. He trails down lower and lower, his lips eventually stopping and hovering directly over my mound.
“Did you shave for me, Wicked Girl? That’s rather…presumptuous, don’t you think?” His warm breath tickles my flushed thighs, setting my nerve endings on edge as I do my best to refrain from just shoving his face where I want it.
“Jesus, no. I got that lasered off ages ago. You do know how hard it is to shave down there while blind, don’t you?”
“I think you knew that this was inevitable,” he drawls darkly as I feel his hungry gaze scorching marks into my skin. “And I bet you knew how much I like a bare pussy.” His arms move to my thighs, pushing them apart forcefully, baring me further to him. “Fuck.”
One long swipe of his tongue over my folds has me gasping for air, bolts of lightning spearing through my body at the contact. He immediately retreats, his form leaving me completely, cold threatening to douse the fervor that was setting in.
“Jesus! Would you please stop doing that?! I can’t see what you’re do-” My words cut off as something soft is shoved into my mouth.
“I told you, Wicked Girl, you have to be quiet.” His voice is low, but I still hear the satisfied smile in it.
My hands immediately move to my face to remove the offending article of clothing–that I’m pretty sure is my underwear based on the slight tangy taste that has settled over my tongue–but Kai grabs them before I can. Shifting both my arms over my head, he clasps them together before securing them with a strip of soft cloth to the headboard above me.
Fire blazes through my veins when I catch on to what he’s doing. Part of me is absolutely rebelling at the idea of being tied up for the first time, but the bigger part of me is salivating for it. To be held captive, trapped and vulnerable, to whatever Kai wants to do to me. To whatever whims his heart desires.
In short…I am here. For. It.
My body comes alive beneath his touch as he grasps my hips and pulls me down, testing the strength of whatever he used to tie my hands to my headboard, his aura flashing with a deadly pulse of satisfied desire when he finds it up to his standards.
“Now, maybe you’ll be able to be quiet and take it like a good girl.” His voice is thick with promise and intent as a mangled groan rumbles in my chest.
Confined, and with no escape, it intensifies until suddenly cutting off on a strangled gasp as he wastes no time, diving back between my legs and shoving them wide open. His mouth immediately descends on my clit, nuzzling the hood up as his tongue flicks over the bared nub. My hips try to buck wildly as a vortex of pleasure encapsulates me, but his strong arms hold me down, not allowing me to move an inch.
It’s too much, yet not enough at the same time.
I don’t know if I’m trying to run from it or push towards it.
But it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t allow me a choice in the matter, forcing me into stillness as he flicks and sucks at my pussy like he’s headed to the electric chair and I’m his last meal. My throat strains as garbled sounds try to make their way past the obstruction in my mouth, heat cascading up and down my spine in a whirlwind of sensation.
It doesn’t take long before my release is barreling through me, wracking my body with wave after wave of agonizing rapture. Yet, he continues his worship of my pussy the entire time, forcing the ride to last longer, to go higher. Until I’m nothing but a vessel of pleasure and ecstasy at his hand.
Coming down, I feel his body shift as he positions his hips against mine, his knees folded beneath my thighs as he grips my waist. “You come so beautifully, Wicked.”
I have no time to be embarrassed or shy–if I ever was to begin with–as his thumb presses against my clit, rocketing stars through the darkness of my vision. His large cock presses against my opening and he drives in without preamble, pistoning his hips forward and burying himself inside of me straight to the hilt.
I’m no virgin, but Kai is far from small, and his cock easily fills me up, stretching me wider and deeper than any before him. A scream rockets through my throat, muffled by the cloth in my mouth, yet unable to be fully muted. His hand circles my neck, cutting off the sound with just enough pressure as he waits for me to adjust to his girth.
