by C. J. Thomas
“Good.” He jiggled my ass. “It’s perfect.”
“You’re a bad boy.” I bit my pinky finger.
“You’re a bad girl.” He pushed my ass cheeks together and jiggled them again.
We both laughed.
“Now, turn to face me.” His voice was firm and unforgiving.
Slowly, I twisted around to face him. There was a desire in his eyes, a look on his face that said tonight was only a test.
He pulled my hands away from my breasts. I didn’t even remember when I had covered them up, but it must have been after one of his spankings. The tip of his finger circled the deep pigment of a peaked nipple. “You take care of yourself.”
“I’m a girl who prefers perfection over going natural.”
“And what about,” his finger trailed down the center of my fluttering stomach, “down here.”
My gaze cast down to his finger hooked on the hem of my waistband. I wanted him to pull it open, reach his hand inside and touch me. “Check for yourself.”
He scooped my ass up with his big bear hands and pulled me to him. I tangled my hand in his hair as he peppered open-mouth kisses across my soft mid-section. “God, you taste amazing.” His tongue lapped over my hip bones. He had my body on fire as electricity transferred from him to me. “Does your pussy taste as good as your sexy bronzed skin?”
“Get me naked and find out,” I said, taking his hands off my ass and bringing them to the sides, forcing him to rid me of the thin fabric that kept his tongue from slicing open my throbbing cleft.
In one swift motion, Kelly yanked my undies to my ankles. I lifted one foot, then the other, stepping out of them before bending my knee and placing one foot next to his thigh, perfectly perched on the seat of his chair.
His rough hands roamed my silky-smooth legs before he reached between my thighs, touching me for the first time.
A light moan escaped past my lips as relief washed over me. I’d been waiting for this since I danced with him the night I was on a date with Oscar Buchanan. And now that it was here I panted, eagerly needing more. More of Kelly. All of Mr. Black.
“I like a woman who leaves a little patch of fuzz.” He pulled at my curls and I thrust my hips toward his face.
“Is that right?” I held on to his head, touching my left breast with my hand.
He nodded, smiling as he slid his finger through my moist folds.
“Because I could shave it bare if you’d like?”
He pressed his wet lips against my belly. “If I like?” He peered up at me from beneath his brow.
“Anything for you.” I tugged at the hair on his head, nodding.
He growled, continuing to stroke me. “Take off my shirt.”
I did as he requested, starting with the top button. My hips writhed over his finger, grazing over my tender button, and I worked my way down his chest as far as I could reach without losing contact with his finger. “You’ll have to do the rest yourself.”
His brows raised.
“Because I’m not moving away from your hand.”
His chuckle was a deep, satisfying baritone that only got me wetter. With his free hand he finished what I couldn’t do myself, and with his shirt open and his chest exposed he pulled his hand away from my aching sex and replaced the void with his face.
My breath labored through the intensity of having his tongue over my swollen nub. He licked and sucked, slurping a quick taste down before pulling back. “You taste amazing.”
“Do I have you hard yet?”
He lapped his tongue against my tightness one more time before standing. My fingers curled over his broad shoulders, helping him slide his shirt away from his shoulders. It was only fair that I could have something equally as appetizing to lust after.
Kelly’s body was stone. Perfectly defined muscles that were hard and powerful but not outrageously big. I liked that. I didn’t need a muscle-man. I needed a man with stamina, a man who could protect me when the time came, and the more I learned about Mr. Kelly Black, the more I was starting to believe he had those attributes I found completely irresistible.
I trailed my fingers over each of his steeled abs, and if I wasn’t careful, he could send me over the edge by just looking at him.
“Raging hard,” he growled, finally answering my question.
“You gonna do something about it?” I looked up at him, my tongue circling my mouth as I met his eyes. “Or should I just leave now?”
He picked me up and carried me across the room where he tossed me onto the plush bed. “After I’m finished with you, I doubt you’ll have the strength to leave.”
My hand reached up and started playing with my tits. “Don’t underestimate me. I may be small, but I have the strength of a Greek goddess.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He smirked.
Kelly finished undressing himself and when his hardness sprang free, my sex clenched. He was a gorgeous man who was truly a gift from God. I was lucky to have him fight so hard to have me. Kelly deserved me. And I deserved him. He could take whatever he wanted from me after proving that I wasn’t just some girl he could buy. I’d seen the intensity in his eyes when he found me with Timothy. There was no doubt that he thought I was something special. Something worth fighting for.
My knees fell out to the sides, as if tempting him to ravage me.
Kelly stroked his shaft, pumping the blood to the tip. His crown turned a deeper shade of purple. It looked painfully swollen and I was already aching for what I imagined it would feel like to have that thick girth drilling me to the depths of my core. When he lifted his gaze, his eyes were dark and entirely too sexy to comprehend. There was a danger in them that said he was about to turn up the heat and put the pressure on.
He stepped forward, grabbed me by the ankles and flipped me onto my stomach. I pushed myself up onto my elbows as he spread my legs. He settled between them, getting his face so close to my sex I could feel his breath cooling the arousal coating my pussy.
“You have a gorgeous cunt.” He spread my pussy lips, dipping his finger inside my hot cavern.
My breath caught, loving the way he teased, poked, and prodded.
“You’re so tight.”
“Don’t ask why,” I muttered, thinking how the Madam had deprived me of sex for so long. This tight vagina was saved for Timothy, yet here Kelly was, taking it for himself. The night couldn’t have worked out any better, I thought as I got lost in his pleasure.
“Do you get this wet for all men?” He blew cool air over my softness. “Or only for me?”
I hadn’t been this turned on ever. Kelly Black was right about one thing: He was going to be the one to unravel me. And if he kept this up, I’d do anything he asked.
“Only you,” I mewed, glancing over my shoulder with hooded lids. “And that’s no lie.”
He pushed his finger deeper. I lifted my hips, angling my sex up for easy access. And when his tongue sliced me open, I closed my eyes and whimpered.
Kelly thrust his tongue into me for what seemed like forever. Time froze and my body temperature shot through the roof. He worked me to the point of boiling over in a matter of minutes and the moment I felt my core tighten, I cried, “I’m going to come.”
He thrust his thick finger inside me with skilled precision, continuing to lap at my sex like a man who knew just what to do to make me lose all sense of self. “Do it. I want to know what it tastes like to bring my sweet Bella over the edge.”
My hand fisted the sheets as I felt my pussy tighten around him. The room spun and my toes curled as my body shuddered through the first bit of my release.
“That’s it.” He continued working me. “But I want all of it.” His tongue hit my bundle of nerves and that was it.
“Oh shit,” I cried as I exploded through a blinding orgasm.
I felt his tongue slurp down all of my feminism and I smiled as the euphoric feeling draped over me. It had been so long since I last climaxed that this one felt like it was
my first. “Mmm … thank you,” I murmured.
Kelly continued circling his finger over my pussy lips like he couldn’t get enough. With my legs still quivering, I let him continue to play. It was the least I could do as I fought to catch my breath.
“It’s perfect,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
“You’re not so bad either, Counselor.”
He touched the tight muscle of my anus and I flinched. Fear rolled through my mind, thinking there was no way I could take a man his size in my tight little asshole. He was too big. I was too small. It wasn’t physically possible and didn’t want it to happen. Not today. Maybe never.
He chuckled and climbed over me. Kelly rooted his fists on either side of me, and I let out a sigh of relief when I felt him position his wide cockhead at my entrance. Then he slammed home and ravaged me until I saw stars being born.
27
Kelly
“Can I ask you something?” It was the first words out of her mouth since I shattered her world with several mind-blowing orgasms.
We laid in the king-sized bed sated, our heads surrounded by the many down pillows, our bodies wrapped in satin sheets.
“You can.” The tips of my fingers grazed up and down the back of her arm as she cradled her ear over my slow beating heart. “But I can’t promise you that I’ll answer it.”
She clucked her tongue then asked, “Why here?”
“It’s my place.” I stared up at the ceiling, watching as beams of light from the street below made bright streaks across the walls.
“But you told me before it’s your home-away-from-home.”
“It is.”
“You want to know what I think?”
My brows raised. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s your fuck pad.”
“I suppose you’re right. I mean I just fucked you, didn’t I?”
“Kelly,” she nuzzled her face into my hard chest, “you’re not hearing what I’m saying. Let me rephrase. Do you take all your girlfriends here?” She lifted her head, resting her chin over my pectoral. “Or am I the exception?”
“The exception would be taking you to my main residence.” I threaded my fingers through her soft hair.
“Would you make an exception then, for me?”
“Not a chance.”
“Why not?” She frowned.
I locked my gaze with hers. Her eyes sparkled against the dark night. Kendra was gorgeous and it didn’t hurt that she could keep up with my own unquenchable thirst for sex. But taking her back to my main residence? Forget about it. “You haven’t earned it.”
“What do I have to do to earn it?” Her face perked up. She was so beautiful. Her cheeks flushed an incredible pink from panting through the ecstasy I inflicted with my fingers, tongue, and cock.
“I can’t tell you that.” I took my eyes off of her and went back to staring at the ceiling.
“Why not?”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “Because then I won’t know if you’re sincere or not.”
I felt her eyes traveling over my face for a minute before dropping her ear back over my heart. It beat in a slow rhythm, all thanks to her. Kendra was a sense of calm in my hectic world, and I liked the effect she had on me.
“The reason you ran out on me the other night—” I paused, thinking my words through before I spoke. “If I hurt you—”
“You didn’t.” Kendra didn’t lift her head, wouldn’t turn to look me in the eye, and if her voice wasn’t as calm and unwavering—and as confident—as it sounded, I would have thought that she was lying. “Kelly, like I said, that was my fault. Not yours.”
“I know I can get rough,” I said, scrubbing a hand over my face.
“You did nothing wrong.” Her voice was soft and comforting.
We held each other, choosing to be silent instead of filling the room with more doubt than what I knew we both were already feeling.
“Did the Madam really call you to tell you I was with Mr. Parker?” Kendra’s fingers stopped kneading the hair on my chest.
“That’s that asshole’s name?”
She lifted her head and rested the point of her chin on my ribcage. “You didn’t know that?”
“I don’t need to know. But, yes, Madam told me where I could find you.”
“What’s your relationship with her, anyway?” Her brows furrowed.
“Business.”
Kendra dropped her gaze and I could see her forehead twist with uncertainty. “Why would she do that?” She lifted her eyes back to my face. “Tell you to come find me?”
I had my suspicions. This wasn’t the first time I thought about why the Madam would do such a thing. I was certain that it was her way of letting me know that as long as I lusted after Kendra, she’d have me by the balls. And there was no better way of showing me that than allowing me just one night to have Kendra all to myself.
The worst part of it all, though, was that I knew that Madam was right. I’d do anything to be with Kendra. But there was also another part of the equation that Kendra wouldn’t know herself. And that was that if I didn’t agree to take on Blake Stone’s case, and do as the Madam wished, she’d take Kendra away from me and never give her back.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Bella,” I cupped the back of her skull, “it doesn’t have to.”
“I like that.” She smiled. “Bella.”
“If fits you perfectly.”
“Because you think I’m beautiful?”
“I know you are.” I peeled my head off the pillow and pulled her in for a kiss.
She darted her tongue against mine. It was cool, with a hint of exhaustion from when I claimed her body as my own. But I craved it all the same.
“Tell me, Bella,” my hand smoothed down her spine, finding her sexy round ass, “have you never let a man fuck you in the ass?”
“You mean butt-fuck me?” Her brow arched.
I laughed. “I noticed you puckered up when I played with it.”
“Let’s not go there.” She diverted her gaze and let her head fall back to rest on my chest. I knew she was hiding something but I wasn’t sure what.
“Okay, then tell me this.” My hand ironed up her back before squeezing her shoulder. I could feel her breathing. I liked the way it felt against me. “Do you like pain?”
“Are you crazy?” She blurted out. “Who likes pain?”
I pushed up on my elbows and turned to rest on one side. My hand smoothed her delicate upper thigh flesh, then I let my hand wind back and come flying down on her ass.
She lurched into me with protruding eyes. “If that’s what you mean by pain, then yes. You can spank me like a child.”
I tapped her ass gently, loving the ripples that moved across her body as I did it. “Good to know. And what about this?” I asked as I took her taut nipple between my fingers, closing the clamp slowly but never letting up on the building pressure.
“Ahh … fuck, Kelly!” She slapped my hand.
My fingers released and she winced just as I slammed my lips over her mouth. She scooped my tongue up with hers and swirled it with heated passion. “Did you like me kissing you?”
“Very much,” she purred.
I thrust my tongue against hers and said, “When mixed with pleasure it enhances the feeling. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“It certainly does,” she murmured against my lips. “Kelly,” she paused, “that club I met you at, are you into those types of things? Is that why you’re asking me these things?”
“Would it change your opinion of me if I were?”
She tucked her hair behind her ear and thought about it. “No. I don’t think so. I’m just curious to what it is you’re getting at with me.”
“Just learning your boundaries is all.” I pressed my lips against her forehead. She was a heady combination of sweat and sex, the taste riling me up once again.
We didn’t need to b
e talking about the club. We would get there if it was meant to be. I’d continue to test her, put her through a series of demands, before making my final decision. It was important that I didn’t scare her away. Sexing her up like what we’d had tonight would be enough to hold my interest until I needed to dive deeper into my dark underworld.
“I didn’t think I had boundaries.”
I tossed my leg over hers so I could straddle her. “You do,” I said, pinning her arms to the bed.
“You barely know me.”
“Trust me. You have boundaries. Everyone does. Some are just willing to travel further into the forest than others.” My head fell to her neck where I peppered her skin with open-mouth kisses.
When I released her wrists, she wrapped her arms around me, working her fingers into my back. The need to possess every inch of her body consumed me. Kendra moaned beneath me and I couldn’t help myself when I found her pebbled nipple between my teeth.
“Mmm … Kelly,” she moaned.
I kissed my way down to her stomach. It fluttered against my tongue, and when I sucked on her tender clit she whimpered a sweet tune that had me stiff. My hand moved down her silky leg and that was when I found it.
It was a diamond anklet, and one I didn’t recognize. Needing to take a closer look, I sat on my heels and brought her foot to my chest as I inspected the jewelry closely. It wasn’t the Madam’s. Only in special circumstances would she allow for this kind of jewelry to be worn. And if she knew that I was to fight for Kendra tonight, the Madam would only risk so much knowing that an anklet could easily get lost in a scuffle.
“Bella,” I tsked her. “You broke protocol.”
She gave me a questioning look.
“You know you’re not supposed to wear your own jewelry out on dates.”
Kendra’s gaze fell to the sparkles and a glimmer of adoration flashed across her eyes. “You know more about the Madam’s business than I do.”
“That may be.”
“I forgot to take it off.”
“It looks expensive. How is a woman your age able to afford such luxury?” I sucked on her toes. “Was it from the time you worked as an attorney? Or do you have another man in your life I should know about?”