"I love a man who goes commando-it makes for much easier access."
A shudder shot through him as her hands pushed down his pants, confining his legs in the tangle of fabric.
"I bet you are praying I will wrap my hand around your erection, ending the long hours you've gone without touch. Or maybe I'll see how you taste, returning the favor from my first tour in this very room."
Kade's tormented groan begged her. His eyes were clamped shut, head back and mouth open, but he remained still.
She grabbed a condom from the chair, tore the wrapper with her teeth, and waited. A tremble of need ran through his legs.
"Look at me," she ordered.
His head dropped immediately, and he opened his eyes. A raging beast of need clawed its way through him, but he refused to give in to it. With an intent look, he watched her slowly roll the condom down his length.
Lust burned through him. Touch me, he wanted to scream but remained silent. She wrapped a slender hand around the head of his erection and gave a gentle squeeze. His cock came alive in her hand. Making a fist around his shaft, she moved down and released him. He bucked forward, silently begging for her touch.
Jessica took a quick step back, leaving him hungry in his wanton desire.
"Don't go anywhere," she said and turned to walk back to the front of the room.
His gaze followed her swaying hips. Her firm, pert ass called to his lust-filled mind.
"Stop looking at my ass and strip, Mr. Kinkaid," she said without turning around.
The words took time to register in his lust-saturated mind. His hands moved by their own volition, frantically tearing at the fabric and as he toed off his dress shoes. His cock throbbed, and he forced his focus elsewhere to resist the urge to touch himself.
"Somebody's eager… or desperate," she said, looking down at the pile of clothes.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I don't know who trained you, but I would be shocked if that pile of clothes was acceptable," she scolded.
Embarrassed, he knelt to pick up the clothes. With painstaking care, he folded each item like he'd been taught years prior and placed them in a small bundle.
"Stay there. Place your arms by your side."
He obeyed without hesitation. Her soft hands glided against his skin as she wound the blood red rope in an intricate pattern around his skin. The harness tightened and braced his arms against his body. Each tie of the knot pushed him deeper down. It was far too long since he'd allowed himself to experience this kind of drop.
He imagined a harness under his clothes or the hardness of a chastity cage locking his cock until she set it free with a key dangling between her full breasts. The thoughts threatened to take him to possibilities which couldn't exist. She was learning what it felt to be a Dominant in this community. He was nothing more than her test subject. Getting too close was dangerous, and falling for her wasn't in the cards.
She pulled on the ropes. They bit into his skin. The sensation drove him further into subspace. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He was very much a fly caught in a very nice web.
"How does it feel?" she asked, pulling hard on the last knot.
"Good."
Jessica reached for the packet of lube on the chair and ripped open the top. She squeezed the entire contents into her hand and closed her fist to distribute it. Looking directly into his eyes, she fisted his cock, squeezing the base and milking it until a drop of moisture glistened at the top of the condom.
"Nice."
Kade moaned and then she saw a smirk cross his face.
"Care to share your thought with the rest of us?" she said, tightening her hand around his cock and circling the tip with her thumb.
"I..." he gasped. "I was just wondering if it was a good size."
She stopped her motion and looked up at him in confusion.
He sighed at the slight reprieve.
"You said when we met that my original equipment couldn't be altered to suit, so you hoped it was a good size. I was just wondering if it pleased you, Ma'am."
A smile curled on her lips.
"I guess we’ll find out if I sink it deep into my hot, wet pussy or maybe I'll leave you to suffer. We'll only know if it pleases me if I choose to fuck you."
He wanted to beg, but he remained stoic and silent.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Kinkaid. We're just getting started," Jessica said, pointing to the large curved chair and bracing against his arm as he rose to help him balance.
Jessica watched him settle onto the large curved chair. His bound arms were a work of art. The weave of the rope across his skin was beautiful. She'd never appreciated the intensity of leading a scene. Even with unsure steps, he was the consummate teacher. If she misstepped or paused, he waited. It was intoxicating and arousing. Watching his reaction to her command or touch sent her mind in a spiral of dangerous thoughts like seeing her name on the pendant hanging from the cord on his neck. Or the feel of a key to his chastity cage resting between her breast under a vanilla suit.
Each image threw fuel on her raging arousal. With her dry hand, she slipped her delicate lace panties down her legs. Then she pulled up the edge of her skirt and let her lube-slicked hand slide between her thighs. She played with her slick folds and let her fingers encircle her clit before giving it a hard pinch. The bundle of nerves screamed in pain until they released in a glorious pleasure. Kade made a pained noise in response.
"Someone likes a little pain," Kade observed, intently watching her hand move. "It will be a pleasure to give you what you need."
Fire shone in his eyes as he gazed at her.
"Imagine your cock being permitted to slide right here, Mr. Kinkaid," she said, dipping two fingers into her pussy. With deliberate strokes, she pumped in and out, never taking her eyes off of Kade's face.
"Please," he rasped.
His hips jerked forward. The veins in his forearms popped under the pressure as he pushed against the ropes. Kade's breath picked up the pace as she stroked herself. She was so aroused she could barely think. Everything in her wanted to sink his cock deep into her, but the game was too much fun to end.
"I want to kiss you," she said, leaning forward.
She crawled her way up his body and braced herself against the large lounge chair, her hands on either side of his head. Jessica brushed her mouth over his. His soft lips were heaven, and she licked across them. She ground against him, his cock lying against the crack of her ass. His lips were warm and welcoming as he opened to her exploration. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, devouring him. She growled as pleasure pulsed through her veins.
Jessica wound her fingers in his long hair and tugged. Kade stilled under her touch, and she made note of his reaction, taking advantage and plundering his mouth with hers until the tension between her legs demanded to have him inside her.
When she released him, she saw the clouded haze of sexual need in his eyes. She eased her body down his. Jessica straddled him and ground her hips against his length. Kade's eyes closed, and his jaw tensed in a combination of pleasure and self-control.
"Don't you come. If I explode in pleasure and milk your cock for all it is worth, you will not come."
"Yes, Ma'am," he ground out.
She hovered right above his eager cock until his eyes opened and his heated gaze was on her. Then she eased herself down his hard shaft. Each inch pushed against her tight pussy as his cock stretched her, filling her completely. Pleasure rippled through her as she held him inside.
"No matter what happens, do not come," she commanded.
"Yes, Ma'am," Kade said, the words forced through his gritted teeth.
Jessica flipped her skirt to cover where they joined. She leaned forward and braced her hands on his muscular chest, caressing his nipples. His hard length pulsed against her pussy in rhythm with his heartbeat. Under her touch he shuddered with pure need and lust. She squeezed the muscles in her pussy around his cock, and he moaned.
"You're killing
me, Detective."
"That sounds like a you problem, Mr. Kinkaid," she said.
A smile played on the edge of her lips as she lifted her body until the head of his cock grazed her entrance.
"Is this better?"
"No! Please!"
"You aren't enjoying our time?"
"Yes. I need to come, please," he pleaded.
She let her hips drop enough to tease the head of his cock and then lifted back up. The muscles in her legs screamed with effort, and her own arousal demanded she take him hard, but there was something exquisite in their mutual torture. Her hips continued to dip and lift, taking him in a little deeper, only to return to more shallow movements.
"Fuck! Jessica, please," he said.
The pained look on his face proved he was fighting his own release.
"My, my. Someone's decorum goes out the window when he's in need."
He stared at her incredulously but did not move. His jaw strained against the sensations. She knew his cock ached for release, but the power and control of the situation stoked her own desire. A wave of command and sexual aggression moved through her body. In one smooth motion, she plunged down his cock until he was seated inside of her again.
"Brace yourself. Remember my standing order," she reminded him before lifting her hips until he was almost all the way, and then slammed her hips down, driving him deep into her.
A scream of pleasure ripped from her throat. She slid back up and took him again. Underneath her, Kade snarled and pressed against the ropes. His breath came in pants as she rode him in a merciless rhythm, taking exactly what she needed and in a way she wanted. He was hers to command.
Jessica ground hard against him, forcing her body to clench around him, even when the depth of the movement stung. Pain and pleasure mixed until it was a wave she could not control. The heat of sexual need built between her legs until she could no longer hold it at bay. Her body tensed, and the orgasm sent flames of pleasure racing through her. Jessica bucked and writhed on his cock in disjointed movements as overlapping waves of pleasure crashed against her senses.
"Come for me, Kade," she cried out as her orgasm surged and ebbed.
A guttural sound ripped from his throat, and he thrust his hips up to meet her. She met his driving rhythm beat for beat. Below her, Kade's breath came in pants to match her own. A second orgasm overloaded her system, washing the reason from her mind, leaving raw need in its wake. Jessica thrashed and moaned in the abandonment of her own climax when she heard Kade's growl of pleasure echo off the walls. His body jerked hard, every muscle tight as he stiffened and convulsed, pouring himself into her. She felt his hot cum wash against the condom as her body milked every drop from him.
She sucked in air. Her bones felt like liquid as she fell forward against his chest with a heavy sigh of contentment. Kade's heartbeat thudded against her hand, the spice of his cologne mingled with his own musky scent filling her nose. Right here was perfect. The only thing better would be to feel his arms around her.
Jessica forced the languid desires aside and moved off of him. Walking over to the cabinet by the door, she grabbed a towel and two bottles of water.
"Thank you," he croaked as she approached.
Kade worked his body against the design of the chair until he was upright. Jessica reached between his legs and cleaned up their mutual pleasure with the towel, removing the condom. Then she turned her attention to the rope, working the knots and ties until she released his arms. She massaged across his shoulders and arms to help return the circulation to the abused limbs. Then she wrapped her hands around his waist and kissed between his shoulders.
"Let me take care of you, Ma'am," his said, his voice rumbling through his chest.
Jessica nodded against his back, too exhausted to speak, leaning back against the bench to free his movements.
Kade stood and stretched, then leaned down and scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. He walked across the room, knelt, and deposited her on a blanket in the corner surrounded with pillows of every shape and size. He propped her against a pillow and smoothed her skirt around her leg. When she was settled, she watched him walk back to retrieve the water.
His naked form was magnificent. Dark tribal tattoos ran across his back, meeting the edge of his long hair, now tussled and no longer perfectly contained in its leather tie. The juxtaposition to her own clothed body brought a smile to her face. She'd never had sex clothed before, and there was something intriguing about it.
Kade returned and waited just off the blanket.
"Hold me, please," she whispered.
With practiced form, he fell to his knees and crawled the short distance to her. Once settled, she climbed into his arms, and he engulfed her. A peace she'd never experienced descended over her.
"Thank you, Kade," she said as her fingers traced the rope patterns imbedded in his skin.
Chapter Eighteen
Jessica poured a cup of French press coffee into her cup, savoring the aroma as the steam wafted toward her. Her body hurt. The pain in her ribs from her time with Kade was back with a vengeance; she must remember ecstasy was no excuse to punish her body.
She prayed the caffeine would help her brain fog from far too many things happening at once and give her a bit of focus and concentration for the task at hand. In front of her, piles of paper with smaller sticky notes littered the large island in her temporary apartment. This situation was driving her a little crazy. While Ian and Kade had shared some information, there were so many questions. She didn't know if they were deliberately omitting things or if they thought she didn't need to know. None of it made sense. Why would someone stalk the club owner? More importantly, why did she think running away was the best answer? In between each thought, her scene with Kade flashed through her mind, making concentration next to impossible.
A hard knock on the apartment door pulled her out of her reverie. Jessica picked up the tablet in front of her and swiped the home automation application. Samantha's smiling face appeared on the screen and she swiped to activate the lock. Seconds later, she came bounding up the stairs.
"You have coffee! Thank God. The boys kept me up to all hours of the night, not that I'm complaining, cause I'm not, but I'm beat. If Atlas doesn't get her ass home soon, I'm going to kill her. This workload is impossible," Samantha said as she grabbed a mug and poured a cup of coffee.
"Where is your illustrious business partner?" Jessica asked over her own mug, trying to keep her tone light and uninterested like she was making conversation.
"Out on business," Samantha said, shuttering the edge of her emotion, but her poker face was lacking.
The worry lines on her face were clear.
"Ah. I'm sure she'll be back soon."
Samantha nodded absently, her brows furrowing in thought. Seconds later, a new emotion masked her face, and she smiled over at Jessica.
"Rumor has it a certain detective and a certain director of security are having a fling," she said excitedly.
"Rumors are things bored people start to help fill their empty lives," Jessica replied and let her eyes fall to the papers in front of her.
"According to Tanner, he knelt for you."
"He's a submissive. I am sure when he plays, he hits his knees as part of the game. Mr. Kinkaid has been instrumental in helping me understand the nuances of this most enigmatic world," she replied impassively.
"Bullshit."
Jessica's eyes shot up and stared at Samantha. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. We don't know each other well, and I know you are new to a more uninhibited world, but let me make something clear-there are those for whom the dynamics of a relationship is a very serious thing. They do not perform like trained monkeys for the entertainment of others. If they do something, it is because it was an active choice. Kade hasn't hit his knees for anyone in over three years. He's only had two Dominants in his life, and the last one nearly destroyed that part of him."
Her words cut
through Jessica like a hot knife. Their time together had been eye-opening to her, but she thought Kade was simply indulging her. Indulging in mutual enjoyment while teaching her to dance, as he put it.
"I see," she replied but offered none of the inner questions in her tone.
"Sorry. I'm not usually like this. I've always been the happy free spirit, but all this work is making me part of the commercial complex—and it's making me cranky. Even my Dominant talked to my husband about it," she said, rubbing her ass involuntarily at the obvious memory.
"Does Tanner tell everyone about everything his boss does?"
Samantha laughed. "No. Kade, Atlas, and I have been friends for so long, everyone always assumes we simply know what the others are thinking. Kade's like the big brother I never had. You know the kind-picks on me mercilessly and protective as hell. He's like having a pet tiger. You think he's all calm and controlled until someone walks into his yard, then he eats them."
"Are we talking about the same Kade? I'll grant you the size is intimidating, but he's been nothing less than a gentleman or a man frustrated in the ability to help his friend."
Samantha stared at her as realization dawned. "Well, well—he's got it bad. Please don't break him, Detective."
Jessica shook her head at the implication.
"I can't break something I don't own, Ms. Kingston."
"Beware the white rabbit, Detective Lawson. Not everything on this side of the looking glass is what it seems, but I can tell you the consequences are very real if you get it wrong."
Jessica forced a smile to relieve the edge of tension in the room. "Thank you for the advice. I was wondering if you could help me with something."
Samantha lifted a brow as a question.
"My body is full of knots, my nails are a mess, and this hair will not do if I'm going to be presentable at this big event tomorrow. Do you think you can help me out?"
Excitement bloomed across Samantha's face. "Leave it to me," she exclaimed. "We'll hit the spa for a full treatment. It's one of my favorite things to do before a big event. I'll even grab a nice bottle of bubbly from Alexandra's stash-to help relieve some stress, of course."
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