Page 24 of His Forbidden Kiss

CHAPTER21

Kim didn’t know where that came from, but she spent the remainder of the ride back to her apartment with her mouth firmly shut. They hadn’t talked about more than one month, let alone forever. And she wasn’t stupid enough to think they were anywhere near ready to have that type of a discussion either. There were too many obstacles they had to overcome first.

When they arrived at her apartment, Justin walked her to her door and waited as she took her key out and inserted it into the lock. “Did you want to come inside?”

He hesitated for a moment, then followed her in.

“I have some cake in the fridge and I can put some coffee on,” she said, not sure what to do. Her day had ended much better than it had started, and she wasn’t ready for it to be over yet, even though it was after ten.

“I’m good.”

She stood on the threshold between her living room and kitchen, unsure what to do with herself. The urge to jump him was there, but she wasn’t sure if that was appropriate in their agreement.

“Tell me,” he said.

She lifted her gaze to meet his. “What?”

“You’re thinking very hard about something. What is it?”

“Oh.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “I was trying to decide whether jumping you was allowed.”

He raised one eyebrow. “You think I’d be upset if you threw yourself at me?”

A smile spread across her face as the tension that had been building in her body eased. “Well, when you put it that way...no.” She shook her head. “I feel constantly off balance and unsure of myself. Is that normal?”

“For someone who’s used to being in control of things?” He left her hanging for a few moments before providing his answer. “Yes.”

Her brow furrowed. “I’m not sure I like it.”

Justin closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms. The instant relief she felt from his touch was almost frightening. “I will never object to you trying to seduce me, baby.”

“I’m allowed to initiate sex, even though I’m the submissive in the relationship?” Kim asked. She’d never seen that happen at the club, but she also knew things were different there.

“Of course.” He ran his hands down her back to cup her ass and gave it a squeeze. “This lifestyle isn’t meant to suppress your sexuality.”

She was still confused about where the line was, but Ali had told her not to get too impatient. It was one of her faults, she knew. Kim wanted to know everything, and she wanted to know it now. Another reason why letting go was so difficult.

“You’re thinking really hard again.” He lifted her off her feet, startling her.

Kim grabbed hold of his shoulders as he carried her over to the couch. She’d been expecting him to sit down, but instead, he dumped her onto the couch and knelt in front of her. “Tonight, when you were gripping my arms to keep yourself steady, did you ever think I’d let you go and allow you to fall on your ass?”

“No.” She’d never thought that. Not once. She knew he’d catch her if she started to fall.

“Why?” He settled between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs.

From the look on his face, she knew he was trying to make a point and it wasn’t hard to figure out what it was. “I trusted you.”

He nodded.

“But on the ice it’s different,” she insisted.

“No. It isn’t.” He sat back on his heels and looked her in the eyes. “You were completely focused on me. If I told you to move your right leg forward, you did. If I instructed you to bend your knees, you complied...because you trusted I would take care of you.”

As much as she hated to admit it, she could see his point.

Justin stood and extended his hand, helping her up. “We both have to be up early tomorrow for work. Do you want me to leave?”

A zing that started somewhere in her chest went directly to her clit. It had only been two days since they’d had sex, but already she missed having him inside her. Plus, her bed had felt very empty the night before. She’d like to wake up beside him Sunday morning. Was it possible to get used to something after only experiencing it once?

Given their previous conversation, Kim decided not to hold back. “She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips close to his. “I want you to stay.”

He cupped the back of her head and kissed her hard. “You have five minutes to get yourself ready for bed and be waiting for me.” Justin released her and headed toward the door.

“Where are you going?” she asked, still a little unsteady on her feet after the kiss.

“I need to grab my bag.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “And you’re down to four minutes and twenty seconds.”

Without another word, Justin disappeared out the door.

Kim glanced up at the clock. She figured she had four minutes left and she knew he wasn’t kidding about the time limit. She turned off all the lights except for the one in the living room, checked the back door to make sure it was locked, then raced into her bathroom to take care of business and brush her teeth. She was glad she’d had the forethought earlier to shave because there was no way she could accomplish that in the short time she had left.

She had just finished kicking off her jeans when she heard him come back through the front door. As swiftly as she could, she finished removing her clothing and stood, naked, at the foot of her bed, waiting for him.

The house was quiet except for his footfalls, making them sound much louder than they actually were. Her heart pounded in anticipation. He hadn’t said to get into bed or kneel or give her any instructions other than to be ready for him.

His frame filled the doorway to her bedroom, his shoulders nearly spanning the frame. He paused, taking in the view. His gaze started at her face and worked its way down, lingering on her breasts and hips.

He entered the room, but he walked over to the dresser instead of to her. Kim followed him with her gaze as he placed his bag on the chair and a mug of something on the dresser. Then he began unbuttoning his shirt.

It was a slow process. He took his time, not seeming to be in any rush to undress.

Kim wasn’t sure what to do. She thought about helping him—see if she could speed things up—but decided against it. Even though her fingers were itching to touch him, she’d be patient. She could do that.

Justin peeled his shirt down his arms and tossed it onto the chair beside her dresser. His gaze met hers as he popped the button on his slack and lowered the zipper. His erection bulged from behind his underwear as he pushed the jeans down his legs and kicked them to the side.

Quirking a finger at her, he beckoned her to him. She couldn’t get her feet to move fast enough. Memories of what he felt like...tasted like...had her wet and aching.

The urge to remove the last barrier of clothing separating them and giving in to her urges was tempting. She’d never denied herself with anyone but Justin. Then again, she’d never had more powerful orgasms than she’d had with Justin either. The irony wasn’t lost on her.

As patiently as she could, she waited for him to tell her what he wanted.

Lifting a single finger to her breast, he traced around the outside, then around the nipple itself before taking the tiny bud between his thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes as he rolled and pulled...pinched and twisted...her already sensitive nipple.

A low moan escaped her throat and the heat between her legs grew. She loved when he played with her breasts. Almost as much as when he played with her neck. For some reason, those two areas of her body seemed to have a direct line to her clit.

“Open your eyes.” His voice was soft, yet firm. There was no doubt by his tone that it was a command, however.

Kim met his gaze and was struck by the depth of color in his green eyes. She loved it when he looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world he desired.

“Tonight, we’re going to do a little breast play.” He gave her nipple a hard pinch before releasing it and turning to reach into his bag. A second later, he held a pair of nipple clamps. He’d used them on her that first night and while they’d hurt, the pain had dissipated quickly. “Do you remember these?”

“Yes. Sir.” She’d almost forgotten. Even though they weren’t in the club or his playroom, they were still playing.

He grinned, letting her know she’d pleased him. For some reason, that made her happy. She wanted to please him.

Cupping her breast in one hand, he ran his thumbnail over the tip of her nipple, flicking it several times. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t a soft caress either.

She watched as her nipple darkened at the continual attention. It was becoming more sensitive.

Justin raised one of the clamps and positioned it over her nipple. After her first encounter with them, she’d done some research and learned they were called tweezer clamps. They were good for beginners because they allowed the user to adjust the level of pressure with a simple adjustment.

He watched her as he slid the metal bar higher to tighten the clamp. Kim sucked in a breath as pain shot through her nipple. She thought he’d stop, but he kept going a little further.

“That’s it. Breathe through it. The pain will be worth it. I promise.” He released the chain, letting it hang, and the weight sent more pain through her.

But her body seemed to be confused. Her sex pulsed, soft and ready for him, and her clit tingled in anticipation.

Moving to her other breast, he began playing with it the same as he had the other one. She felt...distracted. There was so much feeling going on that she didn’t know how to process it all. When he clamped her left nipple, the pain almost startled her.

“How does that feel?” he asked, giving the chain connecting the clamps a little jerk.

“It hurts.” She paused. “But I’m okay. Sir.”

Justin pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. “You’re doing well. I’m proud of you.”

A sense of pride filled her knowing she’d pleased him.

“I want you to put your arms behind your back.”

She did as he asked and the new position thrust her chest forward, making her breasts more prominent.

He walked around behind her and adjusted the grip of her hands, so she was holding a little higher on her arms. It was a strange position, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. His hands went to her hips. “Spread your legs a little. Not too much, though. I don’t want you to lose your balance.”

Once she was in the position he wanted, Justin moved around to stand in front of her again. “I told you we were going to do some breast play tonight. I’m going to have some fun with these tits of yours and you’re going to stand there and not move. Do you understand?”

She couldn’t anticipate what he was going to do. Fear and uncertainty raced through her. What if he did something she didn’t like?

Justin waited to see what she’d do. He could see her thinking. Her eyes had widened at his words, and he knew a hundred things were going through her head. As much as he wanted her to submit to him, he knew it had to be her choice. He couldn’t...wouldn’t force her. She had to trust him.

When she hadn’t answered after several minutes, he lifted her chin and made her look at him. He didn’t speak. Instead, he remained patient.

The muscles in her neck tensed and released as she swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

“You remember your safeword?” he asked. Not that he was expecting to push her to that point, but it was always good to check in.

“Yes, Sir.” She sounded a little more confident this time.

“Very good. Let’s get started, then.”

Returning to his bag, Justin removed the first item he’d brought with him. The goal tonight was to build her trust in him while having some fun. He’d thought about bringing some rope but had decided against it. They’d get to rope play in due time.

Justin ran the black scarf through his fingers before holding it up so she could see it. When they’d played the first time, he’d blindfolded her, so this wasn’t anything new. He moved behind her and secured the blindfold.

With a final check to make sure her eyes were covered, he went back to his bag. This time, he removed a single feather. He ran the feather along the outside of her breasts before grazing over one of her nipples. They looked perfect, all red as they were squeezed in the clamps. He was tempted to suck on them, but that would come later. First, he wanted to play.

Using only the very tip of the feather, Justin skimmed it ever so lightly over the sensitive flesh and she squirmed.

He removed the feather completely and admonished her, his tone expressing his displeasure. “Did I tell you that you could move?”

“It tickles.”

Justin repeated himself. “Answer the question.”

She was quiet for a long moment. “No, Sir.”

“Do I need to restrain you on the bed, or can you control yourself?”

Again, it took longer than it should for her to answer. “You don’t need to restrain me, Sir.”

He had to give her credit. She was trying.

Removing the next item from his bag, he grazed the small flogger over the top of her breasts, letting the falls dip down over her nipples. He raised his hand and gave the flogger a gentle flick. The leather made contact an inch above the clamps.

Kim sucked in a breath but didn’t move.

A smile spread across his face, and he repeated the action on the other breast.

This time, she was ready for it. Other than an intake of breath, there was no reaction.

He flipped the flogger over, using the handle to scrape against her left nipple. She tightened her hold on her arms, causing her breasts to thrust out more. “Do you like that?”

“I don’t know what it is, Sir,” she said in way of answering.

Justin chuckled. “You’re not supposed to know. That’s part of the fun.” He moved to her right breast and did the same. “Answer the question. Do you like it?”

“Yes, Sir.” She furrowed her brow. “It feels strange, but not in a bad way.”

“These tits of yours look lovely in these clamps...so hard and red...” He leaned down and licked the nipple he’d been playing with.

“Yes.” The word came out like a hiss.

He reached behind him and grabbed the little surprise he’d snatched from her freezer. After warming her nipple with his tongue, he pulled back enough to put the ice cube into his mouth. It was a decent size, so it should last for what he planned.

Returning to the same breast, he released the clamp and immediately sucked her nipple into his mouth. The pain from the clamp, combined with the hot of his mouth and the cold of the ice cube had her gasping and completely forgetting not to move.

Her fingers dug into his head. He wasn’t sure whether she was trying to hold him to her or push him away. Either way, she was not obeying him and that needed to be rectified.

He stood, removed the ice cube from his mouth, and returned it to the mug. Kim dropped her arms. One clamp dangled from her left nipple.

She let out a little scream as he scooped her up without notice and laid her on the bed. “What did I tell you would happen if you did not remain still?”

This time, she answered him right away. “That you would restrain me.” She pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry, Sir. It...what you did took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting—”

Justin had brought cuffs just in case. They were easier than rope and took up less space in his bag. He wrapped one wrist. “We need to work on your ability to follow instructions, but for now, these will keep you where I want you.” Luckily for him, Kim’s headboard had slats. It took a little maneuvering, but he was able to slip the chain around one before securing her other wrist.

Retrieving the mug and moving it to her bedside table, he removed his underwear before climbing onto the bed. He knelt between her legs, spreading them to accommodate him.

Before picking up where they left off, he gave her a thorough once-over. She was flushed and both her nipples were red and hard. Her pussy was also very wet. He could see it glistening and the musky scent had him wanting to bury his face in it.

“Are you ready to continue?”

“Yes, Sir.” While she said the words, he sensed something was off.

“What’s wrong?” He needed to know if there was an issue.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

Justin sighed and reached up to remove the blindfold. He needed her to look at him.

Kim blinked several times, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room. It was then he saw the moisture in her eyes. As much as he wanted to continue their sensory play, her mental well-being took priority.

“Take a deep breath in and hold it. I’m going to remove the other clamp.”

“I’m okay. I—”

“I wasn’t asking.”

She closed her eyes but took in a breath and held it.

Bending, he held her breast with one hand, right above the nipple, and released the clamp. He soothed the pain with his tongue, sucking the abused flesh until he heard her breathing return to normal.

Next, he removed the cuffs. If she was a more experienced submissive, he might have had this conversation with her still restrained, but she wasn’t.

He stood. “Get under the covers. I don’t want you to get a chill. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” Her voice was soft...almost childlike. He didn’t like it.

As swiftly as he could, Justin went into the bathroom, dumped the ice, and refilled the mug with water. He was hard as a rock, but that couldn’t be helped.

Running a hand through his hair, he headed back into the bedroom.

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