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The kiss pulled me into an ever deepening abyss. Caught in a vortex that only intensified my desire for Kaden and what he dangled in front of me like a juicy steak.
I felt like I would scream if he didn't let me feel his cock inside me soon. But the way things were going, I knew that wasn't going to happen today– and that was on purpose. Not only because he didn't want to fuck me on his desk, but for other reasons that came to me gradually.
Kaden was training me. Making me wait. Increased my lust. He would make me beg for his cock and sex, because he'd made it clear that it wouldn't happen unless I asked for it. This was a game– and whoever gave in first would be the loser. Even if neither of us would lose anything, we'd both get what we wanted.
While Kaden deepened the kiss, I let him feel my teeth and did something that surprised me. I caught his tongue and sucked on it just like I had on his cock. And with the deep rumbling in his chest, his cock rising up between us and pressing against my stomach, I knew he enjoyed it.
He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and looked me in the eyes. My body was on fire– and not just because of that intense look. But I couldn't name it. I wanted him and what he was doing to me so badly that it almost hurt physically.
"And you've always been convinced you wouldn't like my weird sexual games," he said. "Something tells me you've never felt as good as you do now. Is it the fact that I can feel your wetness through our clothes? The way you look at me? Or that I know how much you're enjoying every second of it? That's even though I haven't even begun, Nika."
All that was just the prelude. Foreplay for what was to come when Kaden really got started. By the time we had taken the next step, there was no longer any barrier stopping him from doing whatever he wanted. He hadn't found a boundary yet, but I was sure he would– because what we'd done so far was just the beginning. Quite normal, though as hot and intense as I had ever known.
How long would it take him to make me burn without anything there to extinguish it?
Kaden
It had taken Nikau exactly two weeks to find a woman for me to go out with. Two weeks was far too little time for my taste. It meant she was really trying and following the plan we had discussed. I hated to admit it, but I would have been better off not dating for a while. At least not someone who wasn't Nikau.
Yet here I was in theHonolulu Sunrestaurant, sitting opposite a woman who wasn't bad-looking, boredly picking at her salad. Either she didn't like it– which made me wonder why she'd even ordered it– or some other explanation had to be found. Was she nervous? Excited?
Actually, she shouldn't have been, because the conversation was like any other I've had on a first date. I asked questions that were relevant to the way things were going. Some people might have found them uncomfortable. But in the end, they made things easier for me. Not that I could say that I have had a great deal of success so far. After all, asking hadn't prevented me from ending up disappointed.
"How many relationships of this kind have you had?" I asked, looking directly at my food so she wouldn't feel I was pressuring her for a quick answer.
"None," she replied after a few seconds, making me raise my eyebrows.
"None? Then what is it that attracts you to the idea?"
"You."
Me? God, that was a rare and stupid reason to get involved in the world of kinks and fetishes.
Since I couldn't help it, I put her to the test. Maybe she just wasn't very good at expressing herself. Or didn't know exactly what she wanted, but had the potential to get better.
As I formulated my question, I looked her straight in the eye. "What would your reaction be if I hit you in the face with my dick during a blowjob?"
And there it was. As reliable as ever. She wrinkled her nose in a fit of disgust and shock. It was minimal and barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. But the reaction was there and sealed her doom in glorious fashion.
I tilted my head. "I don't think it's going to work out between us," I announced, dropping my napkin on the table.
After all, the memory of Nikau's reaction was still there– enough to make my cock come alive. She didn't know it, but sometimes when I did certain things, this filthy smirk would creep across her lips, showing just how dirty she could be and how much she liked the situation we were in.
However, we had not ended up in bed in the last two weeks because I wanted to give her some time to get used to the new circumstances. To what I was showing her. To working in the kitchen. Coming to O'ahu was certainly an adjustment after almost ten years in Iowa.
But that reticence was finally over. And the failed date seemed like the perfect hook for what I had wanted to do to her for so long.
So, without further ado, I got up, waved to the waiter to settle the bill, and nonchalantly said goodbye to the lady sitting across from me, who didn't seem to have quite grasped what was going on.
She looked as if something had been stolen from her. Something she would never have got anyway. Because she just wasn't the right woman.
* * *
Somehow I failedto knock on the door of Nikau's apartment in a self-effacing manner. I heard footsteps and seconds later she opened the door. She looked at me suspiciously.
"Aren't you supposed to have a date?" She glanced over her shoulder at the clock on the wall, then back at me. Inquiringly.
"Where did you find her?"
