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by Measha Stone


  “So, if you don’t like them, and I’m sure I won’t like them…why don’t we just skip them?” she asked playfully.

  He shook his head. “You don’t want me to any more than I would want to. It’s part of it all, the obedience, and the submission. Consequences, you crave them.” His words resonated inside of her.

  Consequences? She’d never had them before. Not really. She’d grown up an only child to two very successful parents.

  Her father was a partner in his law firm, and her mother was a top seller at the real estate agency where she worked. Living in an upper class suburb didn’t present Kelly with very much opportunity to strike out in rebellion. The few times she’d found herself on the wrong side of her father’s disapproving glare, she’d managed to escape with a heartfelt apology and a short-term grounding. Sitting at home with cable television, internet access, and a telephone wasn’t exactly a dire situation for a teenage girl.

  “I…well…” She didn’t know what to say to that.

  “You crave the obedience, too.” He leaned over and pulled her legs out from under her and placed her feet back on the floor. His hands rested on her knees. “You enjoyed buying those shirts today because you were obeying me. You were acting in a way that pleased me.” He pulled her knees apart and scooted his own legs between them.

  “I can’t really explain it, so I’ll have to agree with you.” She placed her hands on her knees, palms down, and fingers digging into her skin.

  “There will be times when you feel something that might scare you or confuse you.” His words floated around her as his finger traced her jaw and tucked her hair back in place.

  Most of what he said and did already confused her, but so far nothing scared her…yet.

  “When that happens it is important that you tell me, don’t lock it away.” His tone hardened. “I can’t help you work through it if I don’t know it’s happening. Do you understand?” His finger tilted her chin up again when her eyes dropped to his lips.

  She wanted to kiss him, a deep lingering kiss. No man had ever taken such good care of her before the relationship had even started. Not one of them had offered to be her shoulder much less demand that she lean on him.

  “Say the words, Kelly.”

  “I understand,” she whispered. “Can you kiss me now?” She found herself asking before she could stop herself.

  “I really do need to do something about your impulsiveness.” He laughed before leaning in and taking her lips with his.

  CHAPTER sixteen

  One Small Step…

  The kiss was meant to be short. A little something to reward her for being so good, while he’d explained things. She was so open to him, to his ways, that every second they sat near each other was another second he had to fight the urge to pull her clothes off and devour her.

  The woman hadn’t expected him to pop into her apartment. That was apparent by the sweats and piled-on-top of her head bun that she seemed to wear whenever lounging at home. The thick red curls never stayed put, though. A strand or two dangled in front of her face and was constantly being tucked back. The action so second nature he doubted she even noticed she did it anymore, but each time she pulled the hair back with her finger, he envied the fingertip that touched the silky skin of her face.

  He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She tasted of sweet wine. Pulling away from the kiss, he heard her sigh in frustration.

  “Now, what do you do if you see Ted?” he asked, his fingers playing with her tank top straps over each shoulder.

  “I say nothing to him, walk away, and call you right away.” Her eyes sparkled with her answer, and her hands moved to his knees.

  “Good.” He hooked his thumbs into the straps and slowly dragged them down her arms, until both breasts bounced free of the restraint. He looked down at her naked chest and whispered, “So damn good.” He took a nipple in each hand and began to roll them between his fingers.

  Her eyes rolled at his actions, and her breath seemed to catch in her throat.

  “Breathe, baby.” Releasing her nipples, he held her breasts in the palms of his hands, letting his thumbs rub over her peaked nubs. “Do you like when I do that?”

  “Yes.” She nodded, keeping her eyes closed.

  “Do you want me to do more?” He watched her features change.

  Her lips parted. A thin layer of moisture was left behind from her tongue running along it. Imagining her tongue running up his dick in much the same way made him ache to rush forward. Restraint was becoming more difficult the more time he spent with Kelly.

  “Do you?” he repeated when she remained silent.

  “Yes.” Her answer came out on a heavy breath. She was barely holding on to her own restraint, and the frustration in her words only turned him on more.

  His eyes remained locked on her face as he again took her nipples between his fingers. This time he squeezed with more pressure.

  Her grimace of discomfort and the long intake of breath she took to control the raging sensations he must be causing her pleased him. Wanting to give her more, he began to pull her breasts toward him.

  She hissed and raised her shoulders, but didn’t try to back away from him or pull free.

  “Damn. So good,” he said through clenched teeth. Not letting go of her, he leaned forward and placed a warm kiss on her cheek. “I’m going to let go. It’s going to burn like hell. You are not to touch them. Keep your hands exactly where they are. Do you understand?”

  She nodded in response.

  “Words, Kelly. I want words.” He increased his hold.

  She nodded hard and said, “Yes, I understand.”

  Without giving further warning, he opened his fingers and released her nipples.

  Her breasts bounced back, and she yelped at what he knew was a burning sensation. The nails of her fingers were digging into her leg, but she did not make any move to rub away the pain in her breasts. He swooped in and took her mouth hard against his, pushing her back against the couch with the force of it.

  His fingers wrapped around the back of her neck as his tongue drove past her lips and found hers waiting for him. He moved from his position on the loveseat to nearly kneeling on the couch over her. Her hands remained obediently on her knees.

  He groaned into her mouth at the realization.

  Kelly’s body responded to him beautifully. She was soft beneath his hands; her tongue matched his passion. Although her hands remained planted, her foot brushed up and down his leg, giving him the impression of what she wanted.

  “Shit.” She breathed when he broke off the kiss. Their eyes locked, her lips swollen from the voraciousness of his kiss.

  “Yeah.” He nodded.

  He pulled her right hand from her knee as he stood and pulled her up from the couch. “Bedroom?” he asked.

  “Down the hall, to the left.” She pointed with her free hand.

  He nodded and bent down, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. She landed with a grunt, and he adjusted her until she was properly settled before he shoved his way through the living room set and headed down the hall.

  CHAPTER seventeen

  The Seeds We Sow

  Kelly landed on her mattress with a bounce. Kendrick was quick to cover her with his body, capturing her mouth again in a possessive kiss.

  Her hands were free to roam, and she aimed them for his face. She wanted to feel the strength in his jaw as he kissed her, the power of his arms as he leaned over her. Her hands roamed down his back toward his ass, where she slid them into his jeans.

  His growl interrupted her exploration. “Hands over your head,” he ordered between kisses on her neck. “Now,” he added with a bite to her shoulder when she hesitated.

  She pulled her hands away from his jeans and placed them over her head, holding them together. The feel of his strength beneath her hands had felt intoxicating—she wanted it, craved it, but she needed to be obedient to him even more
.

  Following his instructions, doing what he said gave her a strength she hadn’t experienced with any other man. His hands roaming her body freely, pulling, pinching, doing as he pleased freed her from the restraints she normally put on herself. She didn’t need to overthink her actions, to try and anticipate his wants, because he told her exactly what he wanted. And he managed to fulfill her every desire at the same time.

  He moved his kisses down her neck until he reached her bare breasts. Normally, she disliked the way her tits would flatten when she laid down, but when he gave her a look that spoke of his hunger for her, she arched her back to give him better access.

  He grinned and shook his head. “So greedy.” He took a taut nipple between his teeth and bit down until she squealed. Then he repeated the same action on the other side. Her nipples were already sensitive from his play in the living room.

  She arched again when he ran his stubbled chin over the sensitive nub, but more from reaction to the discomfort than wanting to give him all of her.

  He chuckled, a deep menacing sound that sent a shiver of excitement up her back.

  Her left breast was fully in his hand, and she found his eyes just before he lightly licked her nipple with the very tip of his tongue.

  She groaned at the immense pleasure that one small action could bring her. Once the sensation softened, she felt a cool breath blowing over her wet breast, and before she could register the sensation, his five o’clock shadow assaulted the tender spot again.

  “Kendrick!” She moaned.

  Another menacing chuckle. “Keep your hands over your head.” He beamed into her breasts, nuzzling her.

  “Damn, you’re fucking hot.” He slid down the length of her and in one motion pulled her sweat pants from her body.

  “No panties?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “And you shaved.” He placed a hand over her mound. Where there had been a small patch of hair the previous day, there was nothing today. “Why?”

  “I-I…” Someone help her; she couldn’t think straight when he stared down at her like that.

  His eyes bore into her, and his fingers were lightly touching her clit—her swollen, wanting clit.

  “I thought you might like it.” The answer finally fell from her lips.

  His lips softened into a gentle smile that reached his eyes.

  “I do.” He slipped a finger into her folds and found her clit.

  She released a hard breath and arched up at him.

  “Keep still, Kelly.” He stopped his movements. “Look at me.” He paused for her obedience.

  “I want you to remain still. Don’t move your arms, your hips, or your legs. Do you understand?”

  She must have nodded.

  “Words.” He reminded her.

  “Yes, I understand.” She heard the words, but she couldn’t recall moving her lips to say them.

  He was placing her in verbal bondage.

  Don’t move.

  She was to keep her own body completely still while he did who knew what? How would she manage that? Already, his finger was driving her crazy, and the idea that he expected her to stay still simply because he said so was going to make her come before she got his pants off.

  Obedience. No ropes holding her down, only her obedience to his command.

  “Please, touch me,” she whispered, but remained still.

  “Since you asked so sweetly.” He winked at her and slid two fingers down her wet slit until they reached her opening.

  She held her hips firmly to the bed and growled out the frustration of wanting to take him into her. She felt empty, and she needed him to fill her.

  He slid down her body until he was laying between her legs. He pushed them apart, wide. A breeze from the open window in the room brushed against her, and she took another deep breath.

  His stubble rubbed against the inside of her thigh to the right then the left, before his chin rubbed against her clit.

  “Holy fuck!” She hissed at the rough sensation.

  He rubbed harder with his chin, and just when the burn of the roughness grew to a new height, he took her clit into his mouth and gently suckled.

  She dug her nails into her hand to keep from leaping up, and she heard a low growl escape her chest at the new sensations.

  His fingers found her again, and slowly, with an evil purpose, he slid into her, filling her while his tongue danced on her hungry clit.

  “K-kendrick,” she muttered.

  He didn’t stop but rather intensified the pressure of his tongue and thrust his fingers into her passage. She threw her head to the side and bit down on her lip, trying not to scream out as he continued to pleasurefully torture her with his rough sensual play.

  “Put your hands at your sides.” He looked up at her for a moment.

  With no hesitation, she moved her hands to rest beside her hips.

  His fingers of one hand entwined with hers. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” He kissed her clit and removed his fingers from inside her.

  She sighed in disappointment but felt his tongue replace his fingers, and her second hand was being held by him. Their fingers were laced together as he continued to lick and suckle at her. He nuzzled her clit between long licks and tongue thrusts.

  In a moment of confusion, she lifted her hips toward him, wanting more of him. He immediately sat back on his heels, releasing her hands.

  Her eyes flew open and found him. “I’m sorry,” she apologized immediately. “I forgot. I’m sorry.” She didn’t move from the bed; instead, she went back to obeying his command by remaining still.

  His eyes remained on her as he slowly slid back into his position. His hands did not reach for hers.

  “Do not move,” he warned as his right hand hovered over her pussy.

  She gripped the bedding beneath her hands as his hand crashed down over her clit. She sucked in her breath and tried to close her legs, to shield herself from the sting.

  Not being denied, he shoved her legs open. “Do not move,” he said as he spanked her pussy again.

  She wanted to jump away, to protect her sensitive area from his punishing hand, but she took a deep breath and clenched her hands. She could do this; she could take what he offered her.

  “Do not move,” he repeated as the third slap landed over her clit.

  She cried out at the last strike but remained motionless on the bed. His spanks made her clit throb, but she found she only wanted him more than before. She heard him repeat his mantra and braced herself for another volley of spanks.

  He surprised her when his tongue dove back into her cunt. It felt like a silk bath running over her hot folds. His hands slid beneath her, and again they were laced together.

  As far as punishments went, that hadn’t been so bad. In fact, it had driven her even closer to the edge.

  Her clit became the center of his attention as he suckled and nibbled.

  She felt the familiar build in her belly and knew that if he didn’t stop she’d come. “Kendrick,” she moaned.

  He hummed into her wetness, acting like a vibrator.

  “I— Fuck.” She took a deep breath. “Please. I have to.”

  He wanted her words. She tried to find them for him, but she’d never had to ask before. Shoving aside the awkward sensation, she blurted out her need. “I need to come! Please!”

  He merely shook his head between her legs and continued to run his tongue into her hot channel and up to her waiting clit.

  Damn him and his words!

  “Kendrick, please. May I come?” She wanted to bury her hands into his hair, to squeeze her legs shut around him and push her sex into his mouth while she found her release.

  He looked up the length of her and nodded. “Come for me, Kelly. Come right now.” He held her hands tighter in his and pressed this tongue hard onto her clit. The last straw.

  She had never been inside a tornado, but she figured she knew it had to be not nearly as intense as the winds of her orgasm carrying her away.

/>   The explosion was sudden and deep. Her insides seemed to rattle with the hard throbbing of her clit. Her mouth opened to cry out, but all she was able to manage was a squeak. Her breath caught in her throat, and she clenched his hands.

  His tongue never left her. He stroked her with light feathery licks, until she released the tension from her muscles and sank into the bed, breathing heavily but contentedly.

  One final chaste kiss to her clit, and he released her hands.

  He closed her legs and laid beside her, his hand resting on her stomach as she regained her wits. She felt his stare and turned to him. His clothes were still on.

  She frowned and reached down to rub his hard cock.

  He rolled onto his back with a soft groan, and she tried to work his button open.

  His hand stilled her. “No.” He shook his head.

  “But—”

  “I want you over the bed.” He placed a fingertip to her lips. “Stand up, face the bed, and then bend over until your tits are laying on the comforter. I want your hands behind your back. Can you do that for me?” He brushed away a stray hair from her face.

  Her heart started to race again at his words.

  “Yes.” She nodded and moved from the bed.

  He rolled off the bed from his side. She didn’t need to look at him to know he was watching her every move.

  She placed her palms on the bed and glided them forward until her breasts touched the warm blankets. Her cheek rested against the bed, and she folded her hands behind her back. Holding her right wrist in her left hand, she slid her feet open a bit.

  Muffled footsteps came from around the bed. His jean clad legs pressed against her bare ass; then his fingertips were touching her skin lightly.

  She wanted to turn to look over her shoulder at him. To see his eyes.

  His gentle touch moved from her cheeks to between her legs where she was still wet. She wiggled her backside, hoping to have him slide his fingers into her again.

  Unable to see him, she relied on her ears to figure out what was happening. She heard him fumbling in his pocket. His wallet landed on the bed a few inches from her face, and she heard the tear of a packet. The zipper of jeans and then the snap of a condom being put into place. His legs remained pressed against her; he didn’t make any move to remove them. The tip of his dick suddenly pressed against her cunt.

 

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