Black Regrets

by C. J. Thomas

  “Am I going to lose you?”

  “Bella, you need to stop worrying about tomorrow.”

  “What’s her end game?”

  I pulled my head back and gave her a questioning look.

  “What is Madam after? Angel told me Madam won’t get what she wants, so what is she after?”

  My hand stopped moving on her thigh and I just stared.

  “No more half-truths, Kelly. You fucking tell me the details. If I’m in the crosshairs, I need to know.”

  “You need to stop making deliveries, immediately,” I said, fearing who else might know Madam’s business interests beyond me, Wes, and Adrianna.

  Her jades hooded. “You know I can’t make that promise.”

  “I know. But you must try.”

  “I’m laundering Madam’s money, aren’t I?”

  “Madam is a drug trafficker.” My hand brushed her belly, getting her to suck in a quick breath.

  “Fuck. So, legally speaking, I’m in trouble?” Worry creased her brow.

  “Only if you get caught.” I cast my gaze down, not wanting to imagine the implications of what Kendra might face if the law came looking.

  She took my face between her slender hands and pressed her lips to mine. “But you’d save me, right?”

  Kissing her back, I said, “I’d kill for you.”

  36

  Kendra

  Kelly circled behind me.

  The air in the room was hot and humid.

  He had stripped me down to nothing and now it was his turn to step out of his clothes.

  First it was his arms sliding through his shirt that I heard. Then it was him kicking off his shoes, followed by the unclasping of his belt. And as each item hit the floor with a hollow thump, my heart raced with anticipation.

  Looking down my front, I followed the rope Kelly had wrapped around my body. It dug deep into my flesh but I welcomed the pain with open arms. My nipples poked through like sharp razor blades and the wooden chair kept me from finding comfort. It was exactly what I needed to take my mind off of Madam, my future with Kelly, and the bullshit of knowing my family was using me for my money.

  A breeze caught my skin, prickling my flesh and getting me to shiver.

  Kelly chuckled as he tangled his fingers in my hair.

  When he stepped around me, he was down to only wearing boxers. Biting on my bottom lip, his thick cock stood against the fabric and had my pussy throbbing with intense heat. I waited anxiously. Patience were so hard when the temptation was within reach.

  “Look at you.” He tugged on my hair at the roots. “Practically drooling at the mouth.”

  I slid my tongue over the top of my teeth as I eyed him.

  Bending over, he trailed his fingers gingerly over my belly, getting it to flutter.

  My pulse raced as he took both my hardening nipples between his pinchers. Slowly, he applied more pressure, carefully watching my face react to the pain shooting across my chest. “All I’ve done is get you naked and tie you to a chair, and look at you.”

  I swallowed and sucked back another breath.

  “Yet,” he reached between my legs to cup my heated mound, “I can feel how easy it will be to get you to come.”

  I stared into his eyes, choosing not to respond. I liked this side of him. The mysterious side that kept me guessing what he would do to me next.

  Lowering his head, he brushed his lips over mine before sticking out his tongue and letting it travel over my ear. Mewing between breaths, I curled my toes deeper into the floor. And when he released my tiny pebbles, all the feeling I’d lost rushed back to my breasts as the blood freely flowed back to my orbs.

  Closing my eyes, I whimpered.

  Kelly circled me again, and when he came back around he caught my bottom lip with his thumb. Gently, he tugged before sliding it into my mouth. Without words being exchanged, I coiled my tongue over it, sucking it as if it was his thick cock he had put in my mouth.

  “You’ve had quite the day, Bella.” He stroked his thumb over my tongue. “Tell me, how would you like me to have you today?”

  I sucked hard enough to feel the blood leave his tip.

  “Shall I make love to you?” He pulled his thumb completely out before thrusting it between my lips again. “Or would you prefer I fuck you hard and fast?”

  I made love to his thumb with my tongue before spitting him out. “There is something I need to confess.”

  Widening his stance, Kelly lifted one leg and stepped over my thighs, putting his swollen groin closer to my face. “You’ve been missing your Dom.”

  My clit was painfully hard as I stared at his length twitching with excitement beneath his underwear. It got harder by the second, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but how much I wanted to have it driving deep inside me. “Yes.” I breathed. “But that isn’t it.”

  Kelly hooked my chin and forced me to look up into his gorgeous eyes. “Confess, child.”

  I broke eye contact. “It’s embarrassing.”

  “Don’t feel ashamed, baby girl.” Kelly’s thumb found its way into my mouth once again. “Your darkest secrets are safe with me.”

  My limbs shook as my adrenaline spiked. I didn’t know how to explain it. And I feared that it would come out the wrong way or that Kelly would misinterpret it as being his fault when it was really my own doing. As I hesitated, Kelly watched me behind dark, stormy eyes. Finally, I murmured, “I’m not sure anything you do will get me off.”

  Fisting my hair, he yanked my head back and forced me to meet his dark gaze. “Is that a challenge?”

  Our eyes danced and I could see him looking to see if I was being serious or not. But this was no game. Just a cry for help, letting him know my troubles in hopes that he would know how to cure me of my shortcomings.

  My chest rose and fell as recognition flashed over his pupils.

  A weight lifted off of me. I was thankful he didn’t ask for an explanation. I didn’t know if I could explain it better than I already had and hoped that he didn’t take offense. I was already feeling ashamed for admitting that I hadn’t been responding the way I knew I should have been to his advances. Because it wasn’t his fault that it was taking more of his power to make me orgasm. It was mine. Like an addict, once I had a taste of his desire I needed more to reach the same heights. That was all I was saying, all I wanted him to know.

  His muscles bounced and flexed in front of me. “I’ve been letting you down?”

  “It’s not like that.” I shook my head to get my bangs out of my eyes.

  “Then what’s it like?” He pulled out his cock and started stroking himself.

  My breath hitched as I watched him pump his wrist back and forth. His cock was beautiful as it pulsed with need. Licking my lips, my heart fell into a rhythmic pace behind my ribs.

  “Getting gunned.” Kelly dropped his chin to his chest. “Did that get you off?”

  Smirking, memories of that day traveled down my spine, awakening the juices flowing to my pussy. Getting fucked by the nozzle of his gun was dangerous and had my core boiling at the mere thought of it happening again.

  “Bella, I asked you a question.” His abs flexed. “Did you get off that day?”

  Slowly, I nodded.

  “That’s good,” he said in his deep raspy voice that heated my core. Then he flicked the head of his cock against my nipples before stepping away.

  Listening, I heard Kelly rummage through his toy closet behind me. My mind swirled with possibility as my imagination ran wild. Then, when Kelly was back, I opened my eyes to find him holding a black silk scarf.

  “Today, the game is Russian roulette,” he said as he stepped forward, tightening the scarf between both his hands. “Meaning, if I fail you today and you don’t orgasm the way you’d like, then we are over. Finished forever.”

  “And if I do?” I asked as he covered my eyes with the silk, making my world go black.

  “Then we’ll live to see another day.” Kelly
pulled the scarf tight, tying a knot over the base of my skull.

  Instantly, my senses went on overdrive. I could smell everything. His musky, manly scent. The pre-cum I knew would already be beading at the tip of his cock. The flowers in the kitchen.

  It wasn’t only my nose working well. I could hear the tiniest of sounds as well. Every labored breath Kelly took.

  Forcing his thumb past my lips, Kelly warned me that today he would have me screaming his name by the time he was through with me. And I hoped he was right, because he’d raised the stakes, put our relationship on the line if he didn’t come through on his promise. It was do or die, and though it hadn’t been my intention to turn this into a challenge, I was thrilled that he had accepted the task.

  Without saying a word, Kelly unbound me from the chair and pulled me to my feet. I yelped, laughing, loving how I couldn’t see anything. With a firm possessive hand on the small of my back, Kelly guided me across the room until my knees hit the edge of his California king.

  Pushing me face-down, his fingers clamped my hips, hiking them up to his preferred angle. Then he bound my arms to my calves with the rope, keeping my ass up in the air. The tightness dug deep into my skin. The sensation burned, but I craved more as I panted with my head buried deep in the mattress.

  “You know our safe word?”

  I nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “Never.”

  The flat of his hand flew over my rear. The sting of the slap jolted my body awake.

  “Say it,” he growled. “Let me hear you say our safe word.”

  “I can’t, Kelly.”

  His hot breath tickled my ear when he snarled. “Sir. You will address me as sir when your ass is in the air and you’re sitting on your knees.”

  “I’ll never need to say our safe word, Sir!” I wailed, refusing to mention that bitch Angel by name.

  Kelly’s deep voice chuckled in my ear as he stepped away. Raking his fingers over my sweaty, naked body, he wedged his fingers between my cleft. Working himself deeper inside me, my body hummed, finally feeling the tiniest bit of relief from the agony that plagued my body every time I was without Kelly.

  “And here I thought you’d been so easy for me.” His fingers thrust between my pussy lips. “All those times before, you haven’t been faking orgasm, have you?”

  I shook my head. It wasn’t a lie.

  His fingers continued to work their magic and just when I thought he was finished, I felt his mouth land on my budding clit.

  My breath hitched as his tongue circled over my tender bud.

  Sparks shined behind my lids, the sensations heightened from being blindfolded and bound, at the mercy of someone else.

  He sucked and nipped and drove me mad as my world spun out of control.

  I wanted to move my arms, thrash against his face, deepen the angle, feeling that, if I could, then I could orgasm and I wouldn’t have to worry about Kelly following through on his threat.

  His tongue flicked and his fingers prodded against my tightened walls.

  I was already convinced that I was going to lose him sooner rather than later, but I didn’t need it to happen today. He could stay, keep doing what he was doing, and take me out of this world and into his.

  My lips rounded as I hummed. And just when I was on the edge of collapse, it stopped.

  “Fuck me. Keep going. I was so there,” I cried.

  Kelly was gone.

  The room went quiet.

  Not a sound could be heard.

  I held my breath, gauging where Kelly had gone or if he was still in fact behind me. I felt strangely exposed and far too vulnerable not knowing if he was still there, laughing or what not. My cheeks flamed hot, embarrassed by having my snatch open for all to see.

  Then I heard a lube top open and a second later my anus flinched at the cool touch. “What the fuck is that?”

  “Just relax,” he said, massaging the cold lubricant into my tight muscle.

  I focused on my breathing, trusting that he knew what he was doing. Slowly, he pushed the tip of his finger in, past my tight ring, and then pulled out. In and out he went. Then deeper and harder until I was panting and feeling my core spin hot once again. When he reached around and stroked my clit at the same time, I crumbled as he was close to knocking me off my axis again.

  Then suddenly, it stopped.

  And I came down from the heavens, begging for him to keep going. “Fuck. I was so close. Why did you stop? Don’t be like that.”

  Kelly stepped away quietly.

  Wetting my lips, my ears perked when I heard some plastic packaging crinkle.

  And I cursed when I felt the clothes pins clamp hard down on my nipples.

  “Breathe,” Kelly murmured. “Oxygen is your best friend. Now, relax.”

  My face pinched as my mouth rounded. I did as he said, but the sharp pain was nearly too much to handle. “Fuck,” I cried as Kelly worked the anal beads into my ass.

  “That’s a good girl,” he said, smoothing his hand over my ass cheeks. “The pain will soon subside.”

  I furrowed my brow, unable to focus on anything other than how badly my nipples cried out in pain or how sharp the agony was of having something foreign working its way deep inside my ass. But once Kelly flicked on the switch to the vibrator and pressed it to my clit, I knew that he was determined to make sure I never forgot who I belonged to.

  Tears streamed down my cheeks as I whimpered into the bed. “Please,” I cried, a part of me wishing that it would end. “Just let me come. Why don’t you want me to come?”

  The bed crumbled under Kelly’s massive weight.

  The insides of my thighs were jelly as I gritted my teeth with the desperate need to orgasm.

  He positioned himself at my entrance and slammed himself deep inside my pussy in one powerful thrust.

  I wailed into the bedroom air as he kept slamming into me, rocking my body forward.

  The rope cut into my flesh but I kept begging him for more.

  He slapped my ass cheeks raw but it was his cock that provided the relief to the aches and pains that kept my head from being able to think straight.

  Kelly kept going, fucking me hard and fast, but I was already gone—floating through a world only he and I knew. I was hot. I was cold. It burned and it stung as my muscles finally succumbed to the explosive release I so desperately asked for. Crying out his name, I was thankful to know we’d live to see another day.

  37

  Kelly

  Slipping a t-shirt over my head, I glanced back to the bed.

  Kendra was sleeping soundly and she looked beautifully at peace.

  I smiled and headed for the home office. It was early, but I couldn’t sleep any longer. Not with the deadlines approaching and knowing a murderer was still on the loose.

  Padding down the hallway, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Kendra said she needed it rough, but what she really needed was to be teased. I wasn’t surprised by her request. I had been there before. The initial thrill of eccentric sex was completely addictive. It wasn’t uncommon to want it harder, more intense, knowing that if it was those things, it would bring the electric sensations that would eventually lead to incredible orgasm.

  But what Kendra didn’t yet understand was that it was the denial of orgasm she unknowingly craved. As her Dom, I understood that so that was what I gave.

  Opening the office door, I stepped inside, keeping it open so I could hear when Kendra woke.

  Taking a seat behind the desk, I enjoyed proving her wrong. And the fact that she was still deep asleep, I knew that she’d received what she was after. I’d made sure of it, knowing how important it was for me to give more than I received.

  Grabbing my crotch, I could still see her gorgeous face twist with pleasure behind the blindfold. And hearing her moan in the delight was more satisfying than my own release. She was incredible and provided the temporary escape I knew we both needed. But, once it was over, my thoughts quic
kly drifted back to what she’d confessed before the sex began.

  I opened the desk drawer and pulled out a couple of files.

  It was entirely possible Sylvia could be working with Madam. Just as Kendra said.

  Because if Sylvia knew Maria Greer’s body was originally found at Mint, and Madam knew about it too, then the focus of my investigation had just done a complete circle back to Madam herself. But then the question became, was Madam responsible for Maria’s murder? With the way I blamed her for what happened to Tonya, it wasn’t that farfetched that she could have had a hand in getting Maria killed as well. But why?

  My eyes scurried over my notes as my head tried to make sense of past events.

  It didn’t make sense for Madam to want to purposely involve Kendra, unless …

  Sylvia was using Kendra to dig up dirt on me, knowing it would be a breach in the contract I made Kendra sign.

  I opened up the note I had first received after Tonya’s death.

  Look what you made me do.

  A shiver worked its way down my spine.

  It was still unsettling to know that I was being watched. That someone was keeping track of my moves, using it against me to get me to back off my investigation.

  Rubbing my hand over my stubbled chin, I didn’t like how close this was getting to Kendra.

  Two women were already dead and I feared another was right around the corner.

  It was up to me to make sure that didn’t happen. I had to stop it. And it started with me knowing who was behind this note. Whoever it was, was responsible for killing Tonya. That much was certain.

  I came across Madam’s handwriting when flipping through my notes. Not thinking that it would match, I tried comparing her handwriting with the notes anyway.

  Looking closely, it was just as I thought. Madam wouldn’t make a mistake like that even if it was she who had written it. She was too careful and had too many people working for her to do her dirty work for her.