by Zoey Marcel
Slowly she gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head.
“Look at me,” he uttered gently, feeling his loins heat when her smoldering hazel eyes met his. “Now take your bra off.”
Kayla held his gaze while she unclasped her bra and bared her breasts to him. He didn't miss the rise of pink in her cheeks and to a lesser extent, her chest. He kept her trapped in his stare for a long moment as his eyes fucked hers before his gaze drifted to devour her bountiful tits.
He tore open the packet and held the condom up to the light. When he felt ready, he tossed her the condom and the silken ties. “Now get into bed.”
She waddled backward awkwardly as she inched her way to the large bed, looking absolutely adorable.
“Kayla, what are you doing?”
She grimaced. “I don't want you to see my butt.”
“I'm going to see it.”
“It'll be too dark.”
“Turn around and show me that lush ass. Now, sub.”
She blinked at him, and her eyes widened. Swallowing, she gradually twirled to expose her delectable ass to him.
“Beautiful. Now get into bed.”
She seemed eager to sit on her ass as a method of evasion. He'd have to cure her of her ridiculous lack of self-esteem. She was a breathtaking woman, and she must know it.
He flipped the light off and then walked cautiously back to the bed. He turned so his back was to the bed from what he could tell of the material brushing his bare legs. “Bind my hands, Kayla.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her soft, delicate hands on him felt sublime as she tied him with the laughably weak bindings. He could easily break free of them, but he'd never go back on his word. He wouldn't touch her this time.
He climbed onto the bed and plopped onto his back. “Go ahead and put the condom on me.”
Kayla sounded giddy in the dark. “Oh, wow. I love it.”
He grinned when he saw the glowing green tube floating in the air as she fumbled in the blackness for his erection. Little fingers gripped his shaft and slowly rolled the incandescent condom over his stiff penis.
“Thank you for letting me tie you up. I didn't realize Doms ever did that.”
“I've never let anyone tie me up.” He wished he could make out her face in the dark.
“You haven't?”
“No. You're the only one I've ever allowed to.”
She sounded astonished. “But I don't understand. I thought being a Dom was all about control.”
“It is about control, but it's so much more than that. It's a relationship, Kayla, and part of that is being what the other person needs. Rest assured I'll be doing plenty of tying you up and giving you orders, but for tonight I know you need to feel like you're in control.”
Her voice changed to a vulnerable hush. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.” He grinned, waiting for her move. “Are you gonna mount me or what?”
Her cute little giggle touched him. “Yes, Sir.”
Keith watched and felt his neon green cock being moved toward her warm, wet cunt. He was so ready for this. The inviting heat of her pussy swallowed every last increment of his pounding dick, though it took a while to get settled again. If she'd told him she was still a virgin, he might have believed her with such a snug grip on his length.
“You know if I were to take a look up your pussy, I bet I'd be able to see your G-spot glowing green,” he teased.
She giggled, and her vagina squeezed his cock, eliciting thankful moans from both of them. God, he loved the sound of her laughter. The fact that she was able to relax enough to find humor in the darkness made his heart smile. She would mend. If it was the last thing he did, he'd fix the poor thing and make her whole again.
“I think a man invented these things. That way if the power ever goes out and his wife is bored he can be all 'Wait. I have an idea. We don't need electricity to have sex. Behold, my glowing penis.'”
Keith laughed, feeling a soaring sensation when Kayla laughed harder this time. “Well, I guess I owe him a big thank you.”
Her tone became pleading. “Please don't stop talking completely. A little bit is okay, but I need to hear your voice from time to time.”
“Okay. Do you want me to tell you how the horses were doing last time I checked?” He groaned when her cunt slid down on his cock and she began to pump him up and down with her movements.
“No, silly, I was thinking something more sensual and romantic.”
He grinned, trying to come up with a way to talk while focusing on the delightful friction. “I was just kidding anyway. That feels good.”
“It does.”
“If you change your mind and want me to touch you, just let me know.”
“I'm okay. Thanks.”
Her response saddened him. Worthless sons of bitches scarring his lovely sweetheart—he'd kill them if he ever met them.
The thinner condom did wonders for the stimulation on his organ. She moved up and down on him, making his cock tingle with each slide of the foreskin and each insistent rub of the condom and her pussy on his dick.
“Keith!” she shrieked.
Keith jerked his wrists, and the binds broke off as he sat up suddenly. He didn't touch her since she hadn't permitted him to. “What is it, baby?”
“All I feel is a cock moving in me. I want to feel more. I don’t want to be afraid of the dark anymore. I want to make love again. Show me how.”
“Shh.” His arms ached to hold her while she sobbed.
“I'm going to put my hands on you, Kayla. All right?”
“Okay,” she choked out through her tears.
He wrapped her in his embrace and rocked her while she clung to him and wept. It surprised him when she started pumping her hips again. He stilled her motions. “You're upset. We don't have to do this.”
“No. I want to. I need you to heal me. Please.”
He pulled her off his erection and pushed her stomach-down onto the mattress.
“I'm here, little bird. Nothing bad will happen to you.” He caressed his hand over her shoulders and back, making her sigh and still beneath his touch. “You don't have to be afraid anymore, Kayla, and I don't want you go numb to shut out the pain either. I want you to feel pleasure.”
She sniffled. “But I can't. When I’m not numb, I only feel sick and scared.”
“If that's what you have to feel to get past the numbness, then that's what we'll do. Beyond that is pleasure. When you learn to trust us, you'll open yourself up to us and you won't feel numb anymore. We'll help you through the pain and the fear until all you feel is pleasure.”
“Really?” she breathed, sounding hopeful.
“I promise,” he whispered into her raspberry scented hair. She always smelled fruity and divine. “Feel me, Kayla. Feel every inch of my cock as it slides into you.”
She gasped, and her body gave a slight jerk when he penetrated her again. He eased into her damp channel, bearing down on her small body with his weight. The heat of her soft, curvy form warmed him. Her pillowy ass cushioned his groin nicely, and her plump, meaty arms excited his exploring hands.
“You're beautiful, baby.”
“Well yeah, in the dark.”
He would have spanked her for the self-deprecating remark, but this moment was about building trust, not discipline. “I saw you in the light, and you're absolutely stunning. But even if I were blind and could only feel your body, I could tell it was perfect.”
“I'm not perfect, Keith, but it's sweet of you to say.”
He thrust his pelvis with ease, lazily fucking his cock into her. A soft, feminine moan told him she liked his strokes very much.
“You are perfect, Kayla. You're just too blind to see it.”
His rhythmic strokes turned erratic, but her needy whimpers exposed her satisfaction in his decadent throttling. The tingling in his penis turned to a warm pressure. Heat suffused from the base of his spine as the sensations intensified and
spread.
He couldn't let her distance herself from this. “Hold my hand, baby.”
She timidly took his left hand while he guided her hips toward him and reached under her with his right hand. Kayla wailed softly when he massaged her clitoris. The squishy nub felt as though it had doubled in size. It became quite hard as he manipulated the stub toward the release she deserved.
“Oh, Keith.”
“Don't let go of my hand, Kayla.” He rubbed her harder and faster.
She mewled softly and kissed his hand several times. The soft brush of her lips over his skin seemed to imply adoration. The act reminded him of cock worship between a Dom and sub. Was she worshiping him, or was kissing his hand merely her way of reassuring herself it was really him?
“Who's fucking you, Kayla?”
“You are.”
“And who's touching you?”
“You are,” she whispered with obvious enthusiasm.
“I want you to say my name when you come. It's not those men inside you. It's me.” He felt his muscles tighten with readiness as his groin burned with fire. “Come for me, Kayla.”
About a heartbeat later her body locked beneath him, and she convulsed helplessly against him. Her pussy clenched around his cock with involuntary spasms of pleasure.
“Keith! Oh God, Keith!” she wailed, succumbing to the climax before jerking suddenly and going limp beneath him.
Her cunt pulsed and rippled around him as she lay boneless, trying to catch her breath. Keith drove into her more swiftly now. His testicles felt as though they were being squeezed as the liquid fire swept through his cock, commencing the end. The peak hit like a volcano, erupting into the condom. He cried out as the clutches of rapture seized him.
Kayla's submissive whimper when he pressed on her shoulder blade and pinned her to the mattress made him come that much harder. He gasped and came down on top of her, thrilling at the dove-soft skin that greeted his. She felt smooth and warm with lush curves and delicious padding in all the right places. His perfect little woman.
She still held his hand, but she felt languid beneath him. He touched a light kiss to the sensitive spot behind her ear, smiling when she shivered.
“Are you scared?” he asked, running his hand all over her arm.
“No. Not when I'm holding your hand like this.” She breathed a warm kiss onto his knuckles. “How did you know holding your hand would calm me?”
“I figured the men who took advantage of you had never done that.”
Her hushed tone resonated with tears and a smile. “You wanted to give me something that wouldn't remind me of them?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Something wet and small dripped onto his hand.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
The pause was thick and heavy.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Kayla.”
He nuzzled her cheek and just held her for a while. Healing would take time, but they would find a way to make her whole again.
Chapter Ten: Damaged
Kayla found it sweet that Keith took the bullet and went shopping with her. She needed more clothes anyway, and it had been years since she'd been to Fayette Mall. She set her purse down on a pile of folded tank tops to pick one up from another pile she liked. She stepped a few feet away, matching the top up to her and studying herself in the mirror. Olive green always looked good on her. It brought out her hazel eyes and looked well against her olive-toned skin, especially when she had a tan like she did now.
She glanced over at her purse, relieved that no one had snatched it. She headed over to—Well, wasn't that cute? She took the skirt off the rack and marveled at the way it matched the tank top she held. When two garments matched, they were fated to be purchased together, she decided.
She peeked over at her purse, noticing it was in a different spot. Keith was still in the bathroom, so he couldn't have moved it. Maybe someone had lifted the purse to peek at the clothes underneath. She walked back over with her super cute outfit, frowning and panicking when she saw that her purse had been opened. A sealed white envelope had been stuffed inside.
She looked over her shoulder but couldn't see anyone around that would give her cause for suspicion. She carefully peeled away the seal before mentally “screwing that” and ripping the envelope open, hands shaking with dread. Her blood ran cold in her veins when she recognized the penmanship in the letter. Three men had contributed to this letter, though the penmanship of one was unfamiliar to her. This had to be some terrible hoax. How could they have found her?
She sucked in a shaky breath of worry and quickly read the letter, too shocked to fully absorb the reality of the written words in front of her.
Greetings, cunt,
Did you miss your bodyguard? I thought so. I'm more than a little pissed off by your ingratitude, running away from me when all I've ever wanted was to keep you safe. Pfft! Actually, I prefer punishing you. When I get a hold of you, I'm gonna beat you with the fucking cane. You always loved that one, didn't you, bitch? I'm gonna fuck your ass without lube so you bleed and cry. Fuck, I'm hard. Hurting you gets me that way. Got to stop writing now so I can beat my dick around. I'll be thinking of you, cunt.
Slade
Kayla's eyes welled and her scalp tingled with fear. She didn't want to go back there ever again. She loathed the nasty brutality of the cane. Sometimes when he'd used it on her she would've sworn he would kill her with it. Other times she wanted him to kill her.
She read the next portion of the letter that she recognized as Beck's writing.
Hey, baby,
You left me. I warned you not to do that. Now you're gonna pay big time. I want my fucking tape back. I'm still debating whether to rendezvous with you for it or just to abduct your plump ass.
He's gonna hurt you, Kayla. Slade's gonna mess you up good. And I'm gonna make sure you're degraded and fucked by so many men, you'll never forget the slut you are ever again. And from now on I'm not having the men get tested either. Serves you right for leaving me, bitch. And this time I hope you really get a disease.
Kayla's mouth fell open when she read that last sentence and had to reread it to be sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.
That's right, slut. I fudged your test results. There's no Dr. Smith at that hospital, and you never had HIV. I bet you're crying all over this letter. Good. If you go to the police again or tell anyone about this letter, your three cowboys might wind up with bullets in their heads.
I'm coming for you, baby. You can come along quietly with me when I come for you, or you can resist and your boyfriends will suffer the ramifications of that.
Beck
Tears spilled from her eyes. This couldn't be happening. She didn't want to go back with him. The dickhead was bad news, and this time he might kill her for having gone to the police.
She didn't have HIV. Relief battled from within until the warm moisture pooling in her eyes clouded her vision.
One more person had written in the letter, though she didn't recognize the penmanship.
“Kayla?”
She quickly folded the letter and crammed it back into the envelope, spinning around to see Virgil Paisley approaching her with a disbelieving smile on his cute, attractive face.
“Virgil?”
“It's me. God, it's so good to see you.” He was beaming until he saw the tears in her eyes. “What's wrong, honey? Are you crying?”
“I'm okay.”
Keith's voice drew near as he walked up to them. “Who are you?”
He sounded suspicious, and the sudden hand on Kayla's shoulder felt overprotective, though it touched her that he cared enough to be possessive of her.
Virgil remained friendly, behaving neither shaken nor threatened by the other cowboy who was equally as hot as he was. “Virgil Paisley. I'm a friend of Kayla's.”
“Keith Langley. Good to meet you.”
A friend? Yes, she was generally in the habit of sucking her gu
y friends off in their trucks. Keith wouldn't mind her having friends, but he'd go bonkers with jealousy if he knew about her history with Virgil.
Her tears ceased when Keith hooked a finger under her jaw and tilted her face slightly upward. “You're upset. What's wrong, little bird?”
“It's nothing.” She couldn't look him in the eye while saying that.
“You're getting punished for that when we get home. You know better. Now answer me honestly this time, or I'll take that letter from you and read it myself.”
She gulped, clutching it tighter.
Virgil's brows furrowed. “What do you mean you'll punish her?”
“I mean I'm going to pull her shorts and panties down and spank her soft little ass until it's red for lying to me after we've told her not to for the umpteenth time. She knows better,” Keith answered, keeping his attention on her guilty expression.
“Are you okay with that, Kayla?” Virgil asked. “'If you're not, just say the word and I'll take you away from him.”
“What?” Keith growled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Someone who doesn't want to see her get hurt,” Virgil replied, dark eyes narrowing.
“Please stop arguing,” Kayla said quietly. “We have to leave. They might be watching.”
“Who?” Keith asked.
“I can't tell you.” She flinched when he gripped her arm tightly.
“You'd better fucking tell me. I'm not gonna lose you, Kayla. I'm gonna protect you if I have to die trying,” he promised, seeming really worked up.
“Easy, partner.” Virgil's gaze was pinned to Keith's tight grasp on her arm.
“Just trust me,” she whispered, glancing around discreetly for their faces. “We can't talk here. Just trust me on this.”
****
Kayla sat in the back seat, certain her complexion now rivaled a ghost's in the paleness department. Beck and Slade knew where she was and about the Langley brothers as well. She couldn't protect them ... unless she went along quietly with Beck.
She pushed the thought aside. It would be suicide, and what if he harmed the Langleys anyway?
Virgil sat in the passenger's seat while Keith drove. The Tennessee cowboy in a white Stetson still took her breath away. Virgil was without question the sweetest guy she'd ever met. Seeing him again almost made her feel complete, but there was still one person missing from her life.