by Krane, Kasey
She was right. What did her future life look like? Was it even worth living?
I leaned into her and she stretched her neck towards me. She knew what was coming and she parted her lips. I took her mouth in mine and she gasped at first, before giving in. She gave in very quickly, making me think she wanted this too.
Was it possible that she actually wanted it too?
My hand traveled up her back, weaving into her hair. My tongue thrust deep into her mouth, slipping to the back of her throat. I could taste her. I could taste the chocolate on her tongue. She was sweet. Delicious. Just like I’d pictured her.
Reese pressed herself into me, and I knew she could feel how hard I was. My cock throbbed back to life. Her body was curvy, lots of places for me to grab her tight.
My hand slipped down the back of her jeans so I could feel the silky material of her panties. I cupped her ass and squeezed, making her gasp in my mouth again.
I smacked my mouth away from hers, dragging my tongue down the side of her face, sucking her earlobe, then continuing down her neck.
She wedged her hand between us till she found my cock. She cupped me hard. Stroked me. Fondled.
She was a delicate touch unexpectedly, and usually I would’ve laughed at that. It was almost like she didn’t know what to do. Maybe she didn’t have much experience.
Her stepdaddy wanted to keep her as pure as possible?
I tugged at her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head.
Finally, I could see her tits. They spilled out over the black lace bra she was wearing. Fuckin’ gorgeous.
I wanted to lick every inch of her pale milky skin. I grabbed the light bulge of her stomach and squeezed, then my hand pushed down into the front of her jeans. I could feel the hot allure of her pussy. She was wet for me. I wasn’t wrong. She wanted me too.
My fingers quickly found the damp spot between her thighs. A swollen clit. Big pussy lips. I rubbed her clit as I took her mouth into mine again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body swayed against mine as she sank into my fingers.
I wanted this girl to know what pleasure really felt like.
* * *
Reese helped me pull down her pants. I yanked her panties off too and now finally, she was completely naked. I could see every delicious inch of her and I wanted more.
Grabbing her by her arms, I walked her backwards. She had her head tipped back so she could look into my eyes. Her mouth was parted seductively.
She was against the wall and I placed both my hands on hers, pinning them to the wall as I kissed the base of her neck. I went down her body, my arms stretched as I held on to her. Kissing her tits, licking her nipples, kissing her belly and then finally, my mouth was right on her clit.
She stood above me. When I let go of her hands, her fingers weaved into my hair. I sucked on her clit, moving my tongue lavishly on it to the point where she screamed with pleasure.
I never bothered with other chicks. The only thing on my mind when I wanted to fuck a chick was to satisfy my cock. Empty myself inside a warm, tight pussy, and then go to my bed to sleep off a hangover.
Everything felt different with Reese.
My cock could wait. First, I wanted to see her come.
My mouth moved over her swollen clit and I thrust two fingers into her pussy. She gasped, pressing her eyes close.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. While my mouth did its work on her, I kept my eyes on her so I could see exactly how she reacted.
Reese moaned heavily with every thrust of my fingers inside her. She couldn’t fake this. Her pussy was damp with her juices. I loved the salty taste of her. Licked and sucked and banged her with my fingers until I knew she was on the edge of coming.
“Please…Killian…please don’t stop,” she cried, wrapping her arms around my head. She jutted her hips out towards me, asking for more and that’s exactly what I gave her.
My tongue moved along with my fingers until she couldn’t hold back any longer.
This girl who I wasn’t supposed to have in my basement, was coming right into my mouth.
Her cream stained the insides of her thighs while she shuddered against me. Her cries of pleasure echoed in the basement and I continued thrusting my fingers in and out of her.
I didn’t stop until I was sure she was done. She’d stopped moving. Stopped moaning. Her arms loosened from around me and I took my mouth away. Her taste still lingered on my lips and I never wanted to forget how sweet she was.
Slowly, I straightened up, towering over her again.
Reese’s nose was red, her cheeks were flushed too. I couldn’t tell if she was in disbelief or completely disappointed in herself for aiding what just happened between us.
“Stop trying to get away,” I growled.
The warning came a little delayed, but how could I forget that she kept playing her tricks on me.
Twelve
Reese
What was wrong with me?
Why did I kiss him back?
More importantly, why did I enjoy what he had just done to me?
Killian stared me down while we stood apart. I had to remind myself what the dynamic between us really was.
I was his prisoner, and he could do whatever he wanted with me.
I should have fought against him. I shouldn’t have leaned into that kiss and demonstrated exactly how much I wanted it too.
Why was it so easy for him to make me come?
The truth was because I’d fantasized about him from the moment we met, but I didn’t want to admit that.
Who was I kidding? He didn’t need to convince me. I gave into him the first moment his lips touched mine.
I was naked and I still hadn’t made a move to get dressed. His deeply intense glare traveled over my body and I enjoyed the way he looked at me.
He made me come and my pussy still throbbed from the intensity of my orgasm, but I knew I could go again. I shuddered at the thought of his big thick cock inside me.
I touched him there already. I knew what he was made of.
I hadn’t been with many guys and I’d definitely never been with a man as big as him.
“Did you hear what I said?” His snappy voice brought me back to reality.
This wasn’t a joke. Killian was dangerous. My life was literally dangling from his fingers. What was wrong with me?
“Yes, I heard you. I’m sorry.”
“Where have I heard that before?” he snarled.
Even though his voice was harsh, his eyes softened as he gazed at my breasts, taking in the sight of my bare body.
Did he want what I thought he wanted? What a part of me wanted from him too?
Why did I have to convince myself out of this? Out of wanting more from him.
If he left me alone right now, it would be best. It would be the safest thing to do. However, it didn’t seem like he was going to walk away. He looked like a predator closing in on his prey.
Killian stepped towards me and I straightened my shoulders, thrusting my breasts out towards him in invitation.
What the hell! I knew I wasn’t getting out of here. My stupid plans weren’t going to work. So if I was stuck here with him with nowhere to go, at his mercy, wouldn’t it make sense to derive maximum pleasure from this?
* * *
Killian undid his pants and I watched them fall to the floor.
“I need to know exactly how sorry you are,” he said.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. He could see I was turned on. My nipples were stiff again. My cheeks were flushed with desire.
What he couldn’t see were the butterflies in my stomach as he pulled his shirt off.
Killian was ripped. Seriously! He couldn’t make this internal conflict more intense if he tried.
His torso was chiseled with sharp abs. His arms were thick and muscular, painted with intricate tattoos that crawled up to the base of his neck and across his chest. His stomach looked like it could collide with a brick wall and crack it.<
br />
Why did a guy who looked like him even want me? I couldn’t figure it out. This man could have any girl he wanted. They would have willingly gone down on their knees and begged him to let them suck him off.
Why did he even look at me like that? Like he wanted to devour me.
Was it just because I was his captive? Did he like the power and control he had over me? Because he knew he could do anything he wanted to me and nobody would find out?
“I’m very sorry for everything I’ve done,” I murmured.
For the first time since we met, I was gladly giving up control. I wanted to visit that feeling—of him being in total command of my body and mind.
“Show me,” he groaned.
My breasts heaved. I got down on my knees in front of him and moved my hand down till I was touching myself. Killian stood over me, tall and strong. He liked what he saw. He liked watching me stroking myself.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a silly girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
“Make yourself come. I want to watch you lose everything.”
I stroked myself harder, while I stared directly into his eyes. I knew what he wanted from me. He wanted me to be completely vulnerable. To let down all my guards for him to see.
“I said come for me!” he shouted. His voice echoed again and I gasped with the thrill of it.
I stroked my clit harder and harder, staring at every sexy angle of him. Those big hands. I knew what those fingers were capable of. What that mouth did to me. He wanted me. Me!
I came so hard I fell back. My fingers remained on my clit, stroking and tugging, while my legs shook with the wave of my orgasm.
I was on my back, staring up at the ceiling with my legs open wide for him to see.
My pussy was soaked in my own juices and still…I wanted more.
By the time I was done, I was out of breath, but it wasn’t over yet. Killian positioned himself over me, his feet on either side of me.
He’d taken off every piece of clothing so I could see just how big his cock was.
The only thing I could hope for was that cock being inside me.
* * *
He lifted me off the floor before I knew what he was going to do and he turned me around.
I was on my knees again, with my back to him and he pushed me forward till my palms pressed down on the floor. I could feel him behind me, straightening up, positioning himself.
When his hands gripped my hips, I knew it was going to happen. It was actually going to happen! He was going to be inside me and the only things I felt were—anticipation and excitement.
Two emotions I definitely shouldn’t have been feeling for a man who kept me imprisoned.
My pussy throbbed as his cock came closer. I could feel the warmth of him. The heat of his hardness.
His tip grazed my pussy gently, almost tenderly at first, before thrusting himself into me. Ram. Ram. Ram. Three quick and deep thrusts and I almost fell forward.
But he had his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, keeping me in position. I cried out with joy when I felt how deep his cock went into me. Then he loosened one arm, bringing his hand up to my hair. He grabbed a fistful of it, riding me like I was a horse.
His cock thrusted in and out of me, making my body bounce with every push. He filled me up so deeply. Our bodies slammed together as he rode me from behind. There was no escaping this. No escaping the complete surrender of all control. He was my master and commander, and I was a plaything in his hands. I was happy to be exactly that. At least in that moment.
Killian was not a man to play nice, and he fucked even rougher. I wanted to scream. I wanted to describe to him exactly how amazing he felt. How no man had ever fucked me like this before.
I had to bite down on my lip to stop from saying it.
I bit my lip till I drew blood.
I didn’t want to tell him any of that. Even as I was on the edge of another orgasm, at least I had the sense to not admit those feelings.
Killian groaned hard and when his body shook, I knew he was coming. I let go. This was it.
I could feel his warm cum shoot deep inside me and I rocked back and forth, giving in to the pleasure of a third orgasm in a row. He gripped me so tight and fucked me so hard as he came—I knew I’d have trouble sitting down later.
But I didn’t care.
In that moment, the only thing that mattered was how amazing this felt.
When he was done, he quickly pulled himself out and I collapsed forward to the ground.
What had I done?
* * *
I should have hated myself. I should have been disgusted with myself for what I did with him.
Surprisingly, I didn’t experience any of those feelings.
Once Killian was done, he put on his clothes and without exchanging another word with me, he left the basement, locking the door behind him.
I remained on the ground for a few more moments, trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around the mess I just got myself into.
But the only thing I actually felt was a tingle of excitement. I still couldn’t get over how amazing the sex was. How easily he was able to make me come. How absolutely delicious he looked.
For a man who could do whatever he wanted with me, it seemed like it mattered to him that I enjoyed myself too.
Why?
Why would he care about that?
It intrigued me and I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Maybe I was just imagining it. Maybe I was just foolishly telling myself that he actually gave a damn.
I should have stuck by my integrity, right? I should have tried to fight him off when he decided he was going to take me. Instead, I just gave in and took my clothes off.
What did he think of me now?
That he could use me even more?
My cheeks flushed hot at the thought of Killian returning for a second helping.
I jumped at the sound of the lock opening again. Did he hear my thoughts? Was he actually returning for round two?
I sat in the corner of the room, peering up the stairs to see what was coming.
Killian came down and in the light I saw why he was back.
He had a big bowl of water in his hands and a towel thrown over his shoulder.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was this really happening?
Just when I thought I knew what to expect from this man, he threw another curve ball in my direction.
He put the bowl down on the ground along with the towel.
“I figured you’d want to clean yourself up. The water is lukewarm so there’s no point trying to burn me with it.”
I crawled over to it and dipped my fingers in the water. It felt good. It felt amazing. I could see he’d mixed some kind of soap in it too so it frothed up. This suddenly felt like heaven. I almost had tears in my eyes.
I looked up at him. “Thank you.”
Killian took a few steps back from me and then sat down in the other corner of the room. Back to the wall.
What was happening? Was he going to stay and watch me clean up?
“I thought it was high time that you told me your story, Reese,” he said, perching his arms on his knees.
“What makes you think I have one?”
His smirk was so handsome I melted a little. Seriously. I needed to get a grip on myself.
“I can see right through you, so come on. Tell me why you agreed to marry my uncle.”
Thirteen
Killian
It was strange sitting there in the basement with her, watching her dab the warm soaked towel all over her body.
She’d put her lingerie back on, but otherwise, she was still naked. The sight of her did all kinds of things to my cock, but I tried to focus on her voice instead.
This was a first.
I fucked her. I got what I wanted from her. But I was still here. Why?
Fine, I wanted to do a good deed and brought her some things to clean up with. I should have left
after that. Instead, I got comfy in there and wanted to hear her talk.
I had no idea why.
It started to feel like she was getting inside my head.
“Do you really believe I agreed to marry your uncle? That I actually, willingly, gave myself to that man?” she asked. Reese had been silent for a while after I asked the question, but she looked up at me when she spoke now.
Her long honey brown hair lay delicately on both her shoulders, framing her perfectly heart-shaped face.
I had an urge to kiss her.
What the actual fuck?
I said nothing because I couldn’t find the words.
“You were there when Aldo introduced me to Connor. You saw what happened. I’d never met him before. I didn’t even know what was going to happen. The plan was just thrown at me and I had no choice in the matter.”
She moved the towel over her neck, stretching it out far. I wanted to go over there and run my fingers over her soft skin. Now I knew exactly how soft her skin was. The temptation was real.
“Isn’t that why you tied up my wrists in the car? Because you knew that I could do a runner. You must have figured out I didn’t want to marry that man.” Her eyes flashed angrily like she was recalling that night when she first saw Connor. I could see disgust there, and I didn’t blame her.
Connor usually disgusted me too.
“I don’t understand why you didn’t put up a fight. You just went to your room and packed your bags. He’s your father. Well, your stepfather.”
“Aldo Baron is not a man to argue with. Maybe you don’t know him as well as I do. Obviously you don’t know him that well. I gave up on my life’s choices a long time ago. I knew there was no way out, unless I could get outside help.” She looked away, dipping the towel back in the bowl of water.
She’d hoped I would be her outside help and I could sense she was disappointed. It brought a smile to my face. I figured I’d be disappointed too if I was in her place.
“If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you have a fight in you. Maybe you should have put up a resistance against your stepfather the way you’re fighting me.”