Black Demands (A Kelly Black Affair Book 2)

by CJ Thomas

  “Why? What will you do?”

  His head whipped around to me. “I’ll end it.”

  Lifting my head off his chest, I asked, “Who is she, anyway?”

  “Who are we talking about? Kami? Angel? Someone else I missed tonight?”

  I pushed off of Kelly’s solid chest and sat upright. “Angel. Who is she?”

  “Oscar’s girlfriend.”

  “But do you know who she works for?” My speech stammered as I rushed through the many questions I had when it came to who Angelina Davis really was.

  “What do you mean? I don’t know the woman.”

  “She’s clearly an escort, but I haven’t seen her around Madam’s.”

  Kelly met my stare, his eyes darting across my face. “You think Angel is one of Madam’s girls?”

  “You don’t think it’s possible?”

  He tipped his chin back and let out a heavy sigh.

  “Tell me you don’t find her presence as strange as I do.” I paused to gauge Kelly’s reaction. “Especially knowing Madam’s tendency to want to squash her competition.”

  “What do you know about Madam’s business interests?” The lines of Kelly’s forehead deepened.

  I rolled my eyes to the window, stealing a glance outside. “Probably more than I should.”

  Kelly dropped his shaking head into his hand. “Dammit, Kendra. You shouldn’t go looking for trouble.”

  A sharp pain spread across my chest, leaving me with the inability to speak. I thought back to the files I’d stolen on the Madam before I ever worked for her, and though they weren’t all that revealing, Kelly’s reaction had me believing that there was more going on than I’d originally thought. What that was, I wasn’t sure. Kelly never did say what that might be, but I could see it in his eyes, the secrets he had hidden inside.

  When we arrived to the hotel, Maxwell parked out front and I said, “What are you hiding, Kelly?”

  Kelly stared at me with tense muscles before opening the door and stepping out. Maxwell pulled my door open and assisted me to my feet. I hurried to catch up with Kelly and together we entered the building. “Why don’t you want to talk about it?”

  “Because there is nothing to talk about.” His words were quick as he spoke under his breath the moment we stepped foot in the front lobby.

  “What the fuck, Kelly?” My voice bounced off the marbled floor.

  Kelly lifted his head and I followed his eyes to the woman working reception. He held up a hand, assuring her that there was no need to panic. Except, inside my chest, that was all I could feel—panic and uncertainty rolling through my bones.

  “Can you really expect me to go along for the ride and not ask questions?”

  He clamped his fingers around my arm tight enough to cause my skin to bruise. “Not here,” he growled, towing me behind him as he marched toward the private elevators.

  “If I’m in danger—”

  Kelly spun around and was in my face quicker than my brain could keep up with. “Do you think you’re in danger?”

  My eyes narrowed. “Am I?”

  His nostrils flared beneath bug eyes. “I don’t know what Angel said, but you need to forget it.”

  The elevator car doors opened and Kelly yanked me inside. I liked that he was getting angry. It made him more human—more relatable. Though I wasn’t stupid, either. I knew that I was walking on eggshells, pushing him to reveal more about what he knew. Our relationship was one built on sexual tension, dark desires, and money. What I was doing now, I had done my entire life. When good things came into my life, I froze. And the only way to thaw the ice was to purposely self-destruct, sabotaging all that was good and warm in my life purely out of fear of losing the identity that made me, me.

  Kelly pushed me into the back corner and hovered over me with intense, unwavering eyes.

  I knew that I was undeserving of his good fortune. He deserved better. Deserved to be with someone with less baggage than what I knew I was carrying. “I did forget it.” My eyes darted across his strong angles. “But then she reminded me again of what it is I should be looking out for.”

  Kelly pushed his fingers through my hair, thrusting his hips into my soft belly. “Reminded you about what?” His voice was deep, husky.

  I felt myself being turned on by him. The way he was talking to me, and the strength he had, was unbearable. Memories of the Mayor’s office clouded my vision. It was impossible to forget how hard I left him after he finger-fucked me, knocking me off my axis, sacrificing his own release for me. It had to have left him suffering through intense agonizing pain of his own. “You don’t want to know,” I murmured.

  He leaned closer to my face. “But I do, my sweet Bella. I want to know everything about you.”

  My eyelids felt heavy as I clawed at his tuxedo. “Like you said,” I pecked at his thick lips, “let’s just forget it.”

  He slammed his lips down over mine and thrust his tongue deep in my mouth. I was afraid that if I told him about the lies Angel kept spreading about him that he’d mistakenly misspeak and prove to me that what she was saying was actually true. I didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to take the chance and flirt with my own death. But thinking one thing and doing the exact opposite was the tendency I had when feeling cornered with no clear path out.

  “Isn’t this what you want instead?” I asked, reaching between his legs and cupping his hardened package. “A slut like me to fuck whenever you want?”

  He pulled back, cupping his hand against my face. “That’s what you think you are?”

  “It’s what I am, aren’t I?”

  A glimmer of concern darkened his eyes.

  “Tell me, Counselor. How much was I worth to you?”

  Kelly stepped away and turned his back. Pacing the small elevator box, I could feel his frustration building.

  “Ten thousand?” I didn’t move, choosing to remain with my back flush against the wall. “Fifty?”

  Kelly rooted his fists into the sides of his hips and glanced over his shoulder, looking me in the eye. His pupils were tiny pinpricks of anger. I liked the danger his body expelled.

  My tongue circled my lips. “One hundred?”

  He stormed over to me like a tornado in the night, punching the metal wall directly next to my head. “Is that what you want? For me to treat you like a whore?”

  My chest heaved through labored breaths. Instead of feeling frightened by his rage, my nipples tightened and fire spread down my belly, quivering my sex. “If you’re just going to leave me once you grow tired of having me, then what does it matter?”

  His eyes widened and I could feel his hot breath swirling over my face. His musky masculine scent filled my brain with memories of his touch. “Is that what she told you? That I was going to grow tired of you and find someone new?”

  My voice caught in my throat. “Will you?”

  “You’re a submissive in training. We haven’t even begun the fun part. If you think that I’m going to grow tired of this,” his hand reached under my dress and plunged a finger deep inside me, “then you have me all wrong.”

  I grinded my hips on his hand while massaging his testicles between my fingers. “Then punish me for believing someone else’s lies, Counselor.”

  11

  Kendra

  Kelly’s back muscles jumped and flexed as I watched him dig through his secret closet.

  My nipples were tight little razors as I stared at his firm naked butt, wondering how he was going to punish me. My pussy lips were glistening with desire and quivering in anticipation. He had me out of my dress and naked within seconds of entering his penthouse. “Will you hurry up already?”

  Kelly tossed a silk scarf over one shoulder and turned to saunter over to the bed where I was leaning back, perched up on my hands with legs spread. “Tonight, we’re not going to get too rough.”

  “But I like it rough,” I mewed.

  He chuckled. “You don’t even know what rough is.”

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��I can imagine,” I said, appreciating the beauty walking directly toward me.

  I’d never seen Kelly’s body so tight. The muscles in his arms jumped at the same time his abs flexed. A sweaty glow caught the dim lights from above and his thick thighs bounced and hardened with each heavy step he took. He was a titan, a sex god made of steel, and his cock was the thickest I’d ever seen. Without thinking about what I was doing, I touched my nipples just imagining him stretch me with that thing. “I want to get on with the kink.”

  He climbed onto the bed and it sank beneath his weight. Slowly, he crawled toward me, pulling my hand away from my breast. “It’s a process. And you’re not ready for those hard limits.”

  “Then what are you going to do with this?” I asked, yanking the scarf off his shoulder.

  “You’ll see.” He stole it back and stretched it out in front of my face. He slowly brought it over my eyes, and the last thing I saw before my world went black was his long beautifully manscaped phallus hitting him in his stomach.

  “I like this.” My heart pounded.

  “Now, it’s important you do as I say.” He tied the scarf behind my skull into a relaxed knot.

  “Anything.” I reached down, sliding my middle finger over my erect clitoris.

  “If I start to do something you don’t like, I want you to say,” he put his lips next to my ear and whispered, “Angel.”

  Reaching up with my hand, I pulled the scarf away my eyes and shot Kelly a look. “Really? Our fucking safe word is Angel?”

  He fell back and sat on his heels. “You don’t like her and if you need to say her name, you won’t like what I’m doing.” Then he sat upright once again and moved the scarf back over my eyes, tightening the knot this time. “It’s our safe word. And if I’m doing my job and listening to your needs, you won’t ever have to use it.”

  “Let’s hope not,” I muttered just as I felt a sharp pain pinch my strained nipple. “Shit!”

  “Relax and remember to breath.” Kelly’s fingers clamped over one nipple, then the next. “I’m just warming your body up, shocking the system.”

  I arched my back and pushed my chest out, concentrating on each inhalation, feeling my body heat until I began sweating. With each little pain he inflicted upon my breasts, he matched it with a breath of cool air over them.

  “God, you have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.” His hands cupped my twins, squeezing them together while continuing to play with my nipples. “I could play with these all night.”

  I liked them too. If anyone asked, they were perfectly proportioned, fitting my frame with the elegance I knew men like Kelly loved in women like me. And I certainly wouldn’t mind him only playing here, on my nipples, tonight.

  His mouth fell to my hard pebble. Circling the dark pigment with his tongue, he sucked my nipple against the roof of his mouth. “You have me so hard.”

  Bright visions flashed across my eyes. The sensation of not being able to see electrified the feelings of Kelly’s fingers and mouth.

  “I’m stroking myself, Bella. Can you feel that?”

  I could hear his wrist jerking back and forth. As he sped it up, the swollen tip of his cock would occasionally hit me on the inside of my thigh, causing my sex to tighten in response. “You deserve it. I should have never left you hard in the Mayor’s office.”

  “Tell me, Bella, what would you have done to me if we would have stayed?” His fingers rolled my nipple and I could feel his strokes slide from root to tip.

  A soft whimper escaped my lips as I began to say, “I would have set you down in his big important chair, unzipped you free, and gotten on my knees to suck you until you came.”

  Kelly nipped at my neck and I felt him stroke harder.

  “Would I have come in your mouth,” he moved to my lips and thrust his tongue against mine, “or shot it across your face?”

  His lips grazed against mine and I liked the way they felt, as if he was reminding me that he was there for me, keeping me safe. “Both sound fun.”

  He chuckled and I flinched when he touched my pussy lips. I hadn’t expected it, and with the inability to see it coming another wave of electricity shocked my system awake. “Just like your tits, I love your tight pink pussy.”

  I arched my spine, tossing my head back, gasping. Kelly had me panting, hot and bothered by the subtle touches of his taunting fingers. He played with my lips, spreading my desire around the smooth, bare skin. And when he gently slapped my mound with the flat of his fingers, I cried out. “I need you inside me.”

  “Not now.” Kelly’s hand retreated back to his throbbing shaft. “First, you must decide if you want to swallow my cum or have me shoot it across your tits.”

  “I don’t care.” My head rolled on my shoulders and I started smoothing one hand over my chest.

  “Decide.” He slapped my pussy harder. “Which will it be?”

  “Across my tits,” I spat, wanting to have his dirty sex coat my entire body.

  “That’s good.” Kelly moved behind me, pulling my elbows behind my back. “It’s what I would have chosen myself.”

  One by one, he looped another silk scarf under my elbows. Making a figure eight, he bound my arms behind my back, leaving my chest open and exposed.

  “Now, I’m going to fuck your mouth.” Kelly slid his muscular arm under my knees and picked me up, resting me near the edge of the bed. “Are you okay with that?”

  I nodded, swallowing hard and wetting my lips, preparing for his onslaught.

  Lowering my head with his hand, he dangled it over the side. I felt him leave the bed, the mattress springing up, and on my next inhale his cockhead was circling my lips.

  “Stick out your tongue,” he demanded.

  My heart pounded fiercely against my chest as my velvety muscle left my mouth. My breath hitched when I felt his hot cockhead press against my taste buds.

  “You taste that?”

  I nodded, flattening my tongue to feel more of his hotness against my mouth.

  “I’ve been hard for you all night.” He spread more of his pre-cum over my coiled tongue. “And that’s all the taste you’ll get tonight, so you better enjoy it.”

  “I am,” I purred, pushing my hips up off the mattress to relieve the discomfort buzzing through my bound arms.

  Kelly pushed further into my mouth, rocking back and forth. He moaned before speeding up. His satin skin grazed over my teeth, stretching my mouth beyond what I thought possible, and soon I was gagging against him. Each thrust hit the back of my throat, and I fought to breathe. Reaching down, Kelly cupped the back of my skull with both his hands and shifted the angle of his penetration, going even deeper than before. Stars flashed behind my lids and the pain I was experiencing shifted from my arms to my jaw and back again. I prayed for it to be over, but Kelly kept going.

  This was what he needed. What I had asked of him. We were in this together, and I knew that if I could get through this, he would reward me with an earthshattering orgasm of my own. The pain was worth it. No matter how much it burned.

  “There it is,” Kelly grunted as he hooked his fingers inside my tightness. “I can feel you wanting to come.”

  His thick girth in my mouth kept me from nodding or responding. But, yes, I could come as easily as the push of a button.

  “That’s right.” He pressed his thumb against my swollen nub. “Come for me.” His hips rocked against my face—his balls hitting my forehead.

  I flexed my core and forced myself to come, knowing Kelly would soon follow. My arms were numb by now, and nothing about the way he decided he had to have me was comfortable. But I wasn’t about to say her name—beg for relief by announcing our safe word. I was stronger than that. I wanted Kelly more than that.

  Kelly ripped his fingers out of me and slammed his cock into my mouth before flinging it out and squirting hot ropes of semen across my chest. I gulped down huge breaths of air as relief swept across my body.

  I laid there sweaty and sedated, c
overed in his hot seed, when I felt his gentle hands lift me up to a sitting position. Kelly unbound my arms before pulling the scarf off the bridge of my nose. I met his dark eyes, close to my face, and together we stared at each other, wondering what it was we were to say next.

  He stroked my face and massaged my arms, getting the blood flowing back to them. Kelly Black was an enigma. How he could go from fierce predator to compassionate lover in only a matter of seconds had my head scrambling to keep up. It was these highs and lows, dips and swings, that kept me curious, always finding a reason to be turned on by him.

  My hands worked over his jumping muscles, and I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted to drape my body over him, melt into him, and find a way we could be one. My heart swelled for him, and when he lifted his head I knew he had something important to say.

  “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He played with my fingers as he smoothed his free hand over my shoulder and down my arm. “And I’m not about to leave you.”

  My heart damn near exploded. The look in his eyes was sincere and truthful. Angel was a bitch for feeding me lies. “I’m not afraid.”

  12

  Kendra

  The truth was, I was terrified.

  Holding my breath until my lungs screamed for release, I held my head under the shower stream raining down on me.

  My fingers splayed against the wall and my muscles flexed.

  There was so much uncertainty swinging around Kelly I didn’t even know where I should begin in deciding which stone to turn over first.

  My head drooped a little bit further to my chest.

  Inside, my heart feared that Kelly would eventually tire of me. It was stupid, I know, considering we had barely been dating. But I didn’t know his past—couldn’t decide if Angel knew the man I was sleeping with better than I did or if it was all a pack of lies.

  Tipping my chin back, I placed my face directly into the hot water. It streamed off my forehead and spilled down my cheeks.

  Kelly’s history with women was as much of an enigma as everything else about him. Hell, that was why I liked the man. He wasn’t an open book I could pick up and read without thought. There was depth and substance to him, a charming character that made me laugh and want to cry. What did it matter how many women he had been with before I came along? It didn’t. And I didn’t care, except for the fact that no matter what he said to try to convince me that I was his for the long-haul, I was still skeptical—all because of that bitch-faced Angel.