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Kay comes up behind me, his front pressed to my back. He sweeps a hand across my neck. “I did,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.
He didn’t just bring me here to show me something near and dear to him. He brought me here for privacy.
My heart hammers in my chest at the context behind his touch. He snakes a hand around my waist, pressing flat against my navel, pulling me against him. His other hand is still at my neck, clearing my hair from the soft spot behind my ear, where he kisses me.
“Last chance to leave, Talia.”
“Then what?” I ask, surprised by the sureness in my voice.
Kay twists me around so I’m pressed up against his chest, forced to look up at him. I can feel the full length of his erection, and it only drives my curiosity.
“If you choose to stay,” he begins, eyes boring into mine, “then I get to do what I wish with you.” When I don’t respond, he whispers again, “Last chance to escape.”
“I don’t think I want to this time.”
“I’m not looking for an unsure answer here, Talia. I’m looking for a ‘yes’, or the door’s right over there.” He tips his head toward the door, the look in his eyes deadly serious.
I should want to run. I should be worried for my lack of preservation in this moment. But something in me wants to know how dangerous he can be, how far he goes, how good he feels. It’s hard to think of anything else as he presses me to him, holding me there with a vice grip.
One word… one word loaded with every ounce of curiosity and relinquishment of control, one word that could possibly change me, comes from my mouth in a single exhale.
“Yes.”
He brings his mouth down to mine, where he pauses, lips moving against mine.
“Then you’re mine for tonight, Talia Hale.”
Chapter Twelve: Kay
I have never wanted anything more than I’ve wanted her.
I’m conflicted between tearing her free of her clothes and taking her on the floor, or taking my time, making it slow and torturous for her just to see how her body reacts to me.
I go with something in between the two.
Finding the zipper on the back of Talia’s dress, I slowly draw it down until I can peel it away. Much to my pleasure, she isn’t wearing a bra. Before I can peel her dress down completely, I have to take a moment to admire her.
She hasn’t said a word since she agreed to spend the evening with me. She doesn’t even as I slide my hands up her perfect tits. She’s silent save for a sharp intake of breath as I run my thumbs over her peaked nipples. She watches me intently, and I watch her back, our eyes locked as I continue my massage of her breasts, the size perfect, just as I imagined them to be, filling my hands with their softness.
I pinch her gently, and her eyes close, sucking in another sharp breath through her teeth. She agreed to me doing what I’d like with her tonight…
Pinching harder, I twist delicately. She closes her eyes, a small whimper coming from her, making my cock twitch.
“How do you like it, Talia?” Despite wanting her in all ways, I want to know whatsheprefers, too.
“How do I like what?” Her eyes find mine again, lids already heavy with intoxication.
“Rough?” I twist her nipples harder, and she winces, but lets me. “Gentle?” I turn my touch to something more delicate, rubbing away the hurt with my thumbs. Sliding my hands down to her ass, I press her tits against my chest, and I hum low and deep with pleasure at the feeling. “Slow? Fast?”
“I don’t know,” she says, hands finding my biceps and gripping tightly. “I don’t really, um… I’m not…” She struggles to find the words, and a thought dawns on me, forcing me to take a step back. She looks almost wounded by the distance.
But I have to ask. “Are you a virgin, Talia?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “But close enough. I’ve only ever done missionary. And that was years ago.”
I blink, unsure how to process that information, unsure how to proceed. I’m not trying to terrify her on our first night together, but I don’t know how I’ll hold back once I start.
“I don’t care…” she begins, closing the space between us again. She strips from her dress, letting the fabric fall to her ankles, where she steps out of it, standing only in her lace panties and boots. “I don’t care what you do to me. I want…” She slides her hands up my chest, her fingers finding the first button and undoing it. “Whatever it is you have to offer, I want all of it.”
