by Levine, Nina
King wanted control of me.
When he came up for air, his eyes sought mine again and he finally spoke. “This”—his fingers dug into my neck where he held me—“is what I need. Can you give me that?”
The air was thick with need, raw and edgy. Both his and mine. But what enslaved me was the danger bleeding from him. I had no idea what I was truly agreeing to, but I was helpless to say no. I’d told him I wanted his fucked-up sex, and I hadn’t been lying.
I nodded. “Yes.”
A hiss escaped his lips before he surrendered to what he wanted.
Finally.
Lifting me, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me into my bedroom. He dropped me on my bed and ordered, “Clothes off and then kneel on the end of the bed.”
With my heart beating fast and my hands a little shaky, I did as he said. He switched my lamp on and stood at the end of the bed watching every move I made. I’d always liked King’s eyes on me, but this took that to a whole new level.
When I’d stripped down to nothing, he reached for his belt and undid it. Working it, he formed cuffs that he restrained my wrists with. After securing the belt in place, he slid his zip down and removed his jeans. He then lifted his tee over his head and dropped it to the floor.
King stood naked in front of me, and my gaze travelled the length of his body. He was a masterpiece, a masculine powerhouse of hard muscle and brute strength. I shivered, thinking about what he would do to me. And when I saw his piercings, my core clenched. Both his nipples were pierced with silver hoops, as was the skin at the base of his cock. It was a pubic piercing. I knew that because one of my favourite singers had one, and I’d read the articles about how good they were during sex.
Moving closer, he said, “Turn around and place your hands on the bed.”
I held his gaze for a beat longer than he preferred, and he ordered gruffly, “Now.”
Turning, I obeyed his command. I had to use all my upper body strength to hold myself up due to my hands being bound together, and I knew instantly that this would soon become hard. I didn’t have long to think about that, though, because King’s hands landed on my ass, consuming my complete attention.
His touch surprised me. It wasn’t rough, but rather gentle as he ran his hands over my ass cheeks and then down the backs of my legs. When he got to my knees, though, his gentle touch disappeared.
Gripping my legs just above the knees, he separated them. With my ass in the air and my legs apart, I felt exposed to him in a way that both thrilled and bewildered me. He was pushing me to do things I’d never done. And we were only just getting started. My mind raced, wondering how much further he would push me. But not for long, because as soon as he’d parted my legs, he took hold of my bottom and bent to lick my pussy.
He licked the entire length of it while a deep growl vibrated from his mouth.
My body quivered as pleasure jolted through me.
The pleasure built as his tongue entered me and his mouth worked my pussy.
Oh God, I desperately wanted to grip the sheet, but I couldn’t. And the longer he spent with his mouth to me, the harder it became to hold myself up. My wrists, arms and shoulders burned with the effort it took not to collapse. When I reached the point where I didn’t think I could stay up any longer, I dropped my elbows to the bed, but King had other ideas.
He lifted his face from my pussy. “Keep your arms up.”
“I can’t—”
He cut me off, his voice harsh. His order final. “Up.”
When I didn’t move straight away, he grabbed hold of my hips and yanked me backwards, towards him. It all happened so fast I didn’t have time to think. Caught off guard, my face landed on the bed as he dragged me, burning my skin with the speed he moved. When he had me at the end of the bed, he flipped me onto my back and stood with his legs caging mine in.
Placing his hands on the bed either side of me, he brought his face close to mine. Eyes flashing black, he demanded, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Did you listen to me when I told you it would hurt?”
“Yes.”
He grabbed my face. Squeezing me hard, he said, “I don’t think you took it in.” Easing the pressure of his grip, he said, “So I’m going to tell you again and give you one last chance to walk away.”
“You don’t need to tell me again. I remember.”
His jaw clenched. “I’m getting close to breaking point here, Lily. You need to be sure.”
I didn’t know whether to be excited about his breaking point or scared of it. God, he wasn’t like any man I’d ever been with. But that was the point. “I’m sure.”
He tightened his grip on my face again, the pain sharp. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. And you don’t fucking talk back to me. We clear?”
I couldn’t talk while he held me like this, so I nodded.
Letting my face go, he ordered, “Back on your hands and knees.”
When he had me where he wanted me, he took hold of my ass again and buried his face back in my pussy. He then proceeded to edge me close to orgasm before pulling me back by withdrawing from my pussy. He did this over and over until I could barely concentrate. My body ached and burned. It also sang with bliss. The alternating sensations were a kind of ecstasy I never knew existed. And King knew exactly how to use them both to work me into a state of frenzy where I begged him to make me come.
He didn’t, though. Just as I thought he was about to give me what I wanted, he flipped me onto my back and undid the belt, freeing my wrists. I stared up at him, breathless and needy, so relieved to have the belt removed. His eyes met mine, but it was as if he didn’t see me. It was like he was completely lost in this experience.
He moved onto the bed, over me, and dipped his head to suck on one of my nipples. His hands skimmed down my body to my legs and he spread them out, pushing them hard against the mattress. He kept hold of them there, his mouth still on my breast, while he ran his dick along my pussy.
My back arched as I flung my arms out and turned my head to one side. I’d used all my energy holding myself up, and pain still burned in my arms, but this felt so good.
I needed him inside me.
Now.
I reached for his face and pulled it away from my breast. “I need you to fuck me,” I begged.
His jaw tightened and a vein pulsed in his temple. Letting go of my legs, he took hold of my wrists and brought them together on the mattress above my head. His fingers bit into my skin, and I winced at the pain. That drew his attention. He seemed to like it.
“I am nowhere near ready to fuck you,” he growled as his eyes ran over every inch of me. Keeping hold of my wrists with one hand, he brought his other one down to my pussy. Roughly pushing what felt like three fingers deep inside me, he said, “We’ve got hours ahead of us before you’ll get my dick, and the more you beg me for it, the longer I’ll make you wait.”
He wasn’t giving me what I wanted, but God if he wasn’t giving me what I needed.
I’d been waiting forever for a man like King.
One who would challenge and dominate me in this way.
A man who pushed me out of my comfort zone.
King spent the next two hours stripping away my comforts—the pieces of myself I held onto tightly so as not to make myself vulnerable. Because even though I was naked, my soul was still fully clothed. Opening myself up during sex and laying my needs and wants on the table was something I’d never done. Not since the one time I’d told Linc a fantasy of mine and he’d told me there was something wrong with me for wanting that. I’d protected myself after that. Had stayed safe and not dug deep within to ask if I was getting what I needed.
I’d used sex as a way to be close to someone else. I’d never used it to get close to myself.
King undressed my soul.
He took what he wanted from my body, was brutal with me, but in the process, my essence was laid bare.
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nbsp; I connected with my core.
My feminine centre.
And I realised it wasn’t wrong to want the things I wanted.
By the time King was ready to fuck me, my mind and body were exhausted but awakened and ready for him. He found a condom and then came back to where I lay on the bed. Every inch of my skin hummed for him as he slid an arm under me and pulled me up.
He positioned me so my head hung over the side of the bed. He then wrapped both hands around my neck, just under my jaw, and pressed upwards, restricting my breath slightly. His eyes were focused completely on my neck. There was something about it that put him in a trancelike state.
Without warning, he thrust inside me. He moved so ferociously that he almost forced me off the bed. It was his hold of my neck that kept me from that.
I clung to the sheet while he slammed into me. His movements were slow to begin with; he was more into the choking than the fucking. I couldn’t get enough of either. I also couldn’t get enough of his piercing. It hit my clit every time he pushed inside. The pleasure was so intense I decided that if I never had sex again, it wouldn’t matter because this was the best of my life.
“Fuck,” he roared, moving faster and loosening his grip on my neck.
I found his eyes and didn’t let go.
I wanted to watch him come.
Needed to see the moment this man lost himself completely.
But as he fucked me harder and faster, I drifted into my own trance.
I was so close to falling over the edge into absolute bliss.
My skin blazed with the need to get there.
My body begged for it.
My brain shattered completely.
I was reaching.
Crying out.
Aching.
Somewhere in there he let go of my neck, yanked me back fully onto the bed, and pounded so hard into me that I ended up with my head against the headboard.
I came first.
He wasn’t far behind me, but by then I was adrift and only vaguely aware of his thunderous growl of release.
King had fucked me thoroughly and sleep claimed me fast.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Lily
I rolled over and cracked an eye open to check the time on the clock beside my bed. It was just past six in the morning. The morning after King fucked the hell out of me.
God, I could hardly move. The man had made good on his promise of rough sex. He’d dedicated time to every inch of my body, giving both pleasure and pain. I wasn’t sure how I’d get through the day after last night.
I managed to leave my bed and throw on a T-shirt and panties before heading out to the kitchen to make a coffee. I was disappointed King had left without saying goodbye sometime during the night, but reminded myself it was what we’d both agreed to. No relationship, just sex.
I was lost in my thoughts when the door to my back patio slid open and King stepped inside.
I jumped. “Holy shit. Way to give a girl a heart attack.” Frowning, I added, “I thought you’d already left.”
His eyes slowly ran down my body before meeting my gaze. “Just getting my shit now and leaving.”
The flare of excitement I’d experienced when I realised he was still here turned to another round of disappointment. “Oh okay. Do you want a coffee before you go?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Lily.” My sister’s voice floated from the front door to the kitchen. A moment later, she joined us, her eyes widening as she took in King. Her mouth spread into a huge smile, and she said, “I see you broke the drought.”
King shifted his gaze from me to Brynn and then back to me, but didn’t utter a word.
“Yes,” I said as I pulled a mug down from the cupboard. I didn’t want to get into a discussion about my sex life right now. “You want a coffee, Brynn?”
“I would love one. A coffee with you and King sounds like the perfect start to my day.”
“He’s not staying.” I glanced across at him, finding him still watching me. His gaze caused butterflies in my tummy. God, I needed to get a grip. He was just the guy who broke my drought. Nothing more.
“Oh really?” Brynn asked. “You’re leaving so early?”
Before King could answer her, my mother appeared on my back patio.
God help me.
She slid the back door open and came to an abrupt stop when she spied King. The smile that filled her face matched the one on Brynn’s when she’d found King in my kitchen. Entering the house, she said, “I see I no longer need to get that dating profile of yours up, Lily.”
I seriously wanted to bang my head on the kitchen counter.
Looking back up at them all, I said, “I’m only going to say this once—yes, I had sex last night, but no, it doesn’t mean I’m dating.” I directed the next bit to Mum. “And that doesn’t mean you should go hiring me a prostitute or go filling out dating profiles for me. I’m quite capable of finding myself a man when I decide I want one.”
Mum looked a little put out. Waving her hands dismissively at me, she said, “I beg to differ on that last bit, my darling. You haven’t so much as looked at a man in six months. I think you are most definitely out of practice.”
“She’s not out of practice,” King rumbled, unleashing another round of butterflies in my tummy.
When he pulled out his keys, I asked, “Are you leaving now?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll walk you out.”
He shook his head. “No, stay with your family.” And then he was gone.
Brynn and Mum both stared after him. “Don’t feel like you need to stay with us,” Brynn said. “Go say goodbye to your man.”
“He’s not my man, Brynn. It was just sex.”
Mum’s lips flattened. “Oh Lily, it isn’t just sex when a man looks out for you like King has.”
“Yes Mum, it is. And it was.” And I already want more.
Brynn narrowed her eyes at me. “But you like him, yes?”
There was no point lying to her. My sister saw through all my lies. “Yes, but he—”
“No buts, Lil. Life is too short for buts,” she said.
“It’s also too short for wasting time on something that will never happen. And King is most definitely in that category.”
It was great sex. Amazing freaking sex. But it was time to go back to being his sister’s physiotherapist and nothing more.
* * *
“You’re doing so well,” I said to Skylar at the end of her session that afternoon. “We can probably look at cutting back our sessions to a couple of times a week now.”
She sat in the armchair in her room, feet up on the stool King had gotten for her. “Sure, if you think I’m ready.”
I smiled. “I do. I’m going to write you up a new plan of exercises, and I’ll drop back to visiting you Mondays and Thursdays.” My reasons were based purely on Skylar’s needs, but it wouldn’t hurt for me to visit the clubhouse less often.
As I packed up my stuff, she said, “Thank you for being so amazing, Lily. I don’t think I could have gotten through the last couple of weeks without you.”
She’d come a long way, both physically and mentally. And I had no doubts she could manage her recovery on her own now, with just check-ins from me to make sure all was progressing well.
I slung my bag over my shoulder. “You’ve absolutely got this. And you know I’m just a call or text away if you need me.”
“Hey, are you going to see King on your way out?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Can you tell him I’ve decided we should have tacos for dinner.”
“Sure. Is he cooking?” I threw in that last question as a joke. It seemed unlikely to me that King would be making dinner.
She laughed. “You sound surprised. And yes, he is. He spent some time with me this morning and told me he wanted me, Axe, Annika, and the kids to all have dinner together tonight. I have no idea what’s gotten into him, but I like that he
wants to hang out. It’s been too long since we’ve had family dinner together.”
I headed for the door. “I’ll let him know, and I’ll email through your new exercises.”
“Thank you,” she said as I left the room.
Anticipation filled me as I walked the short distance to King’s office. I had no idea if he’d be there, but I hoped so. I wanted to pay him back for the locks he’d installed the other day. I also just wanted to see him and talk to him. It was crazy since I’d never have him again, but I couldn’t help myself. I liked spending time with him.
He glanced up from his desk when I entered the office, his eyes spending time on my body before meeting my gaze.
“Hey,” I said, my voice full of hesitation even though I was trying hard not to show the awkwardness I felt over the situation. We’d experienced some highly intimate moments together last night and it confused me to go from that back to the business relationship we’d had before then. I had never had a one-night stand before. All the sex I’d ever had was part of a relationship, so this was new territory for me.
“How’s Skye doing?”
Okay, back to business. I could do that.
I took a deep breath to centre myself. “She’s really good. I’m going to cut back to seeing her twice a week from now.”
His brows drew together. “Why?”
“Well,” I started to say, but my voice cracked with nervousness. Swallowing hard, I continued, “Her progress is good, and she doesn’t really need me to be with her so much now. She can manage her exercises well without me. I’ll just swing by and make sure she’s continuing to improve. And, well, it’ll save you money you don’t need to spend.”
“I want to spend the money, Lily. Don’t cut back the sessions.”
The gravel in his voice hit my core, electrifying my skin. I didn’t know whether to read between the lines with what he said or not.
“Okay,” I agreed softly, wishing I had a lot more experience with men so I was better able to navigate whatever this was between us. “Oh also, she said to tell you she wants tacos for dinner.”