by CJ Thomas
What I couldn’t say was how I silently wished for her to have called me this morning so that I could take my mind off the past and concentrate on what made me hopeful for a better tomorrow. “Who was the man you had here?”
When I turned around, Kendra shifted her weight to her opposite leg. Her cheeks blushed with guilt and she looked so damn cute I couldn’t stand it.
“Was it your way to get back at me because you’re jealous of something you know nothing about?” I asked.
“It’s not like that.”
“It’s not?” I slowly strode toward her, closing the gap between us.
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
“You’re mine.” Hooking my finger beneath her jaw, I forced her to look me in the eye. “Say it.”
Her beautiful greens danced with mine as her beating pulse ticked in her neck. “I’m yours.”
My eyes crinkled from the happiness filling my heart. Her voice was light, soft, and sexy all at the same time. “And I won’t allow you to invite other men into your apartment without my knowledge.”
Slowly, her hand lifted to my arm. She smoothed it over my bicep before letting her fingers come into contact with my face. Her other hand grazed over each ripple of my abs as she looked up at me beneath her brow. “You can’t have it both ways.”
I arched a brow.
“If you expect me to be loyal, then I expect the same from you.” There was a glimmer of strength in her eyes that got me hard. “There are no double standards here, Counselor.”
“The Madam said you’re afraid I might have another woman on the side.”
Her lips parted.
“Madam tells me everything.” I smiled.
Kendra dropped her gaze and flattened her hand on my chest, pushing herself away.
My stomach clenched as I asked, “What was it you were doing with the Madam?”
She moved to the window and stared outside without saying anything for a long minute. Then at last she said, “Madam called me in to see how things were going with me. Checking in with her,” she made quotation marks with her fingers, “investment.”
My mind swirled with deciding who to believe and who was only telling me half of the story. Kendra was hiding something, I could feel it, but I didn’t know what it was. But what I did know was how manipulative the Madam could be when it came to using people. And I refused to allow that to happen to my sweet Bella.
Kendra turned around and started cleaning up magazines lying aimlessly around her living room. “Her investment is doing just fine.” She flicked her eyes up to me as she plopped the stack directly on top of a pile of manila folders. “In case you’re wondering.”
“The clothes in your bedroom,” I paused to look in that direction, “it looks like you’re packing your things.”
“I’m leaving here.” She moved to the side of the couch and leaned against it with arms folded across her chest. “My cover is blown.”
She turned her head away and I watched her eyes scurry over the place she called home with a look on her face that said she wasn’t planning to come back. I didn’t ask what she meant by her cover being blown but I did care to know where she was planning to go. “Where are you going?”
“Anywhere but here.” She lifted her head and met my gaze, adopting a sullen look somewhere along the way.
My brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”
Her arms unfolded and she covered her face inside her shaking head.
“Kendra?”
“Stop, Kelly.” Her voice was muffled but clear as day. “I’m leaving.”
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but this shit needs to stop,” I barked.
Even from behind her hands, I saw her face twist with pain and she began to cry. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted it. Whatever was going on wasn’t just something that she could wash away.
Closing the gap between us, I wrapped my arms around her trembling body and held her tight—wanting her to know that I was here for her, would always be here for her. And as she cried into my chest, all I could think of was how Madam warned me of Kendra being broken. I’d seen it. But I’d refused to believe she was right.
Until now.
“C’mon. Let’s finish packing your things. You’re coming with me.”
24
Kendra
Sitting in Kelly’s passenger seat and staring out the window, it didn’t take me long to know where he was taking me. His penthouse was his go-to place when it came to us, and I was perfectly fine with that.
Rolling my head, I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.
He had one hand on the wheel, his other up by his face, deep in thought.
A tiny smirk lifted my frown, thinking how amazing a man he was. Even though I was beginning to trust Kelly more with each passing day we were together, I was still too afraid to open up to him completely. My story, my past, the reason I felt shattered inside was a story that would make me entirely too vulnerable—even with someone as intelligent and forgiving as Kelly made me believe he was.
Turning my attention back to the world outside, I let my thoughts continue to roll through the ups and downs of the emotions traveling through me.
The person I’d been this last week wasn’t me. I was stronger, happier, and not nearly as fragile as I knew Kelly thought I was. When I thought about how I must look to him, I hated myself for appearing so ugly, despised the way I seemed to constantly be breaking down and crying in front of him like an immature, entitled girl.
Reaching my hand over, I let it come down on his thigh.
Kelly didn’t react. He kept his eyes forward, his hand firmly gripping the wheel. He was cold to my touch and that only caused more of the ache I was feeling to twist my gut into a tight knot that kept my body feeling crippled.
Choosing to keep my hand there for as long as he allowed, I thought back to my brief but intense visit with my uncle. He’d snuck past Mr. Anderson, and so had Kelly. Determined to let Mr. Anderson know I wasn’t happy about it, I let up on my determined pursuit of justice when Kelly and I finally made it to the lobby and saw security waiting. They didn’t have to escort Kelly out, I was already doing it for them. But how did Kelly and my uncle not cross paths?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I shook my head.
It wasn’t cool of my uncle to show up uninvited. Up until just an hour ago, my apartment was my place of refuge. I worked so hard to keep it mine, carefully ensuring I kept it a secret from the outside world. And now it was compromised. I wanted to thank Kelly for stealing me away, but I also wanted him to be the first to break the cloud of silence that hovered over us.
I glanced in his direction.
Kelly’s face was filled with tension, making his jaw muscle dance.
I loved the flowers he’d sent, appreciated the note he’d written even more. He showed me his cards, let me know that he was jealous of the fact that I had another man visiting. As desperate as it was, I liked that I had that effect on him. It told me that I meant something to him even if I knew he was seeing another woman on the side. “I know you were with a beautiful blonde this morning.”
He dropped his free hand and readjusted his grip on the wheel, casting a quick gaze to my knees.
I’d had enough of the silence and needed to get my own jealousy off my chest. His eyes lingered on my knees for a second longer—acting like he was afraid to look me directly in the eye—before lifting them back to the road.
“Did she also know the person in the cemetery you were visiting?” It was a wild speculation on my part—only guessing that Kelly knew the person laid to rest—but by the way his nostrils flared, I was convinced I was on the right track.
Kelly slowed the vehicle and made a sharp right turn.
“You want to know more about me.” My body naturally gravitated closer to him. “I can’t trust you with my secrets if you can’t trust me with yours.”
His fingers loosened as he readjusted his
grip, curling them back over the wheel, squeezing hard enough to get his knuckles to turn white. The engine revved and he began driving faster.
“That man you were looking for?”
Kelly turned to look me in the eye. His gaze was dark and dangerous and hot enough to send a flutter through my aching heart.
“He was my uncle.”
A slight moan escaped his lips as he turned his head to face forward.
Silently, I watched his chest rise and fall through heavy breaths for a couple minutes before I said, “How did you know where to come look for me?”
He tipped his head back as if annoyed by my questioning and licked his lips. “It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.”
With shaky limbs and a soft pleading voice I asked, “Are we done?”
Tears welled behind my eyes when Kelly didn’t respond. His hands didn’t move, his eyes unblinking. And if it wasn’t for the way he maneuvered his vehicle in smooth, confident swerves around other cars who were driving much slower than us, I would have checked his pulse, making sure he was alive.
“Kelly,” I said again, this time reaching over to cup his manhood. “Are we done?”
He clamped his fingers tightly around my wrist and flung my hand away. Angling his head to me, he glared. Determined not to lose the only thing that seemed to be going right in my life, I went for him again. This time he didn’t push me away. Slowly, I unzipped him and reached my hand inside his pants, wrapping my fingers around his thick girth. “You can tell me the truth.”
His cock hardened more with each stroke of my hand. I pumped him until he groaned.
“You saved me today.” My wrist worked up and down his pulsing shaft. “I was coming for you and you came for me.”
Kelly slowed the vehicle and pulled into his parking garage, quickly killing the engine once parked in his assigned spot. He unbuckled his belt, leaned over, and threaded his fingers through my hair. Staring into my eyes he said, “I’d do anything for you, Bella.”
I swallowed hard and blinked away the threat of tears while I continued to stroke his erection. I knew he was angry with me. And rightfully so. I hadn’t been as fun a date as I knew I could be—as I knew I should be. He had every reason to want to be done with me. “Kelly, I’m ready.”
He looked at me with hard, searching eyes, and it didn’t take him long to know what it was I was saying. A glimmer of recognition flashed across his eyes as they hooded over with heavy lids.
His satin flesh was hot and I knew that I had him close. Stroking him harder I said, “Take me to your playroom. I know you’re angry with me. Take your anger out on me.”
He fingers curled in my hair. Pulling me close, he panted against my lips, tugging at my roots. My tongue darted out and I closed my eyes, working him harder, faster, finally getting him to come.
Thick ropes of hot semen oozed over my knuckles and I liked the feeling of control I had over him in this moment of weakness. His body convulsed and I milked him for all he had until he softened in my hand.
Asking Kelly to have his way with me—have him take his anger out on me—was my gift to him, but also my way of forgetting that my uncle was here in LA and with him, the family drama that I tried my entire life to escape.
“Tell me what you want,” I mewed.
Kelly thrust his tongue into my mouth.
“You can do anything to me.” I swirled my tongue over his. “I’m ready. Ready to obey your every demand.”
25
Kelly
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Kendra strapped face-down to the bed and panting into the silk sheets.
My cock twitched at the gorgeous sight. Reaching my hand down, I squeezed my cock stiff, ballooning my head a deep shade of purple. I lingered on her body for another quiet minute, appreciating each soft curve that I adored more than anything, before turning my attention back to the closet.
I tapped my toe on the wood floor, considering which option of punishment she was going to receive. It was important I didn’t forget how well she obeyed my every command once we were safely closed inside my penthouse apartment.
She listened when I told her to undress as I watched.
She listened as I told her to tie the scarf over her eyes.
And she nodded when I told her that she should be careful what she asked me to do when I bound her to the four corners of my California king.
Here, my options seemed endless. I could do anything I wanted. All these toys were new, recently purchased, knowing that the time would come when I would be able to use them on my sweet Kendra.
Because a time would come—though maybe not today—a time would come.
I couldn’t ignore the severity of what implications might come from the looming decision I was about to make. The stakes were high and I knew that the fate of our relationship rested solely in the palms of my hands.
Stroking my shaft, I shifted my weight to my opposite leg.
Kendra kicked her feet and jerked the chain, causing it to rattle. Turning my head, I could see her pussy wet with desire, yearning for me to relieve the aching pulse working her insides over.
My chest tightened and my core burned.
One wrong move on my part and she would break, go back to that fragile girl that seemed to still be living somewhere deep inside of her. And that was what had me most curious. I wanted to know who that girl was and what her reasons for crying were. There was a reason for it. There always was. And if she couldn’t tell me what those reasons were, then maybe I could use sex to get her to talk.
Reaching inside the drawer I pulled out anal beads, knowing that this would get her to open her mouth and tell me what it was that was bothering her.
Hearing the chains rattle behind me, it was like Kendra could hear my thoughts playing out inside my head. Her patience was waning. But learning to wait—biting back the intense desire I knew was burning inside her, too—was a practiced art and I was determined to teach her the skill today.
Stroking the beads between my fingers, I could only imagine the intense, searing burn Kendra would feel as I worked each ball past her very tight muscle.
The chains rattled once again and I knew Kendra’s mind was racing to know what exactly I was doing, what I was preparing to bring back to the bed with me. It was all part of my strategy to get her to open up and confess. I’d make her wait before driving her to the edge only to retreat again and again until she was begging me to give her the release her body craved.
Setting the beads back where I found them, I exchanged them for a pair of nipple clamps.
Smirking, I thought how I could attach these to a cock ring and with each thrust they would tug on her nipples and make her sing into submission.
But, then again, I didn’t want to push her too far like the last time I caused her to break. No, I had to be careful in my pursuit of complete dominance.
Dropping my chin to my chest I closed my eyes.
Kendra’s fragile mind was what was making my decision so damn hard. It didn’t matter what she thought I wanted from her. Submission wasn’t about breaking a person down. It was about using pain to find intense pleasure, allowing them to discover their own escape. And even though those were the exact things I needed after my morning with Kaycee I knew that when it was over, none of that would satisfy my own needs—at least not until I was certain Kendra could survive the punishment without first completely shattering.
Glancing over my shoulder, my pulse raced out of control.
Pumping my shaft, I turned my head back around and that was when I saw it. It was perfect. There it was, shining in the light as if calling me to tell me this was what Kendra needed—what we both needed.
Extending my arm, I took the dildo into my hands and turned back to Kendra. Two steps later I was raking my splayed fingers over her hot, quivering body. First up her legs, between her soft thighs, up and over her gorgeous firm ass, before reaching around to wedge my hand beneath her stomach.
Kendra sucked i
n a breath and I grinned at her fluttering belly.
She was angelic. Her pussy lips glistening pink and soft, it took every muscle in my body to control my darkest urges to plunder her goods without remorse. I wanted to be inside her playing, spreading, licking.
God, she was flawless.
Stepping to the head of the bed, I bent down and pressed my lips to her apple-red cheek.
Her lips curled into a smile and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her. She was stunningly beautiful with a youthful innocent glow. I felt guilty for being part of the reason it would someday spoil. But her look was also deceiving in who she really was.
The bed crumbled under my weight as I climbed over her and positioned myself between her spread legs. Taking my cock at the base, I placed the head at her slick entrance and squeezed it inside her.
All four chains pulled tight as Kendra adjusted to my thick girth.
Slowly, I began to thrust shallow strokes in and out of her tight cunt that kept me hard and filled with agony. She had so much spunk for a woman who appeared to be innocent.
She arched her back and changed the angle of my penetration despite her limbs being bound to the bed. Only a girl with sexual experience could have made a move like that.
My hips rocked back and forth, circling my hardness against her velvety walls.
No, Kendra wasn’t as innocent as she looked.
My hand took a fist full of her fleshy ass and I held on tight as I jabbed into her quickly.
She moaned and mewed, reminding me that I had to leave her before the intensity building inside me grew any hotter. “Remember, don’t speak unless asked,” I said, pulling out of her.
Her body writhed against the mattress in protest of the sudden loss.
Settling my face against her pussy, I lapped between her folds, knowing that I couldn’t go any further without first stealing a quick taste. The sweet nectar of her juices was an immediate reminder of what it was I was fighting for—what kind of lover I was training her to be. She wasn’t innocent. Far from it. Innocent souls didn’t break down and drift off into space the way she did. Only broken ones did.