We talk for a while, then Kage decides it’s time to feed me.
He tugs on his jeans and disappears into the kitchen, ordering me to stay in bed. I lie naked, staring at the ceiling with a goofy smile on my face, listening to him rummage around in my fridge and cupboards. I hear the clatter of pots and pans on the stovetop, then soon after, the mouthwatering scent of bacon frying fills the air.
A while later, he returns holding a plate. Barefoot, bare chested, and breathtakingly handsome.
“Breakfast for dinner,” he announces, standing at the edge of the bed. “Sit up.”
I don’t obey him. Instead, I say, “Bossy.”
He arches a brow. “Sit up, or I’ll turn your ass red.”
My smile grows wider. I gaze up at him, grinning like a maniac. “Doubling down. I like it. But don’t forget, I haven’t given you permission for that.”
“Yet.” He gestures with the plate. “Now sit up like a good girl so I can feed you.”
“You seem unnecessarily concerned with my caloric intake. What’s up with that?”
It’s his turn to smile. It comes on slow and heated. He says in a husky voice, “You’re gonna need your energy. The night’s still young.”
He makes a good point.
I sit up, then scooch backward until I’m propped up against the head of the bed, my pillow scrunched behind my back. I drag the sheet up to cover my naked breasts.
Kage sits on the edge of the mattress and drags the sheet back down so my breasts are exposed again. He sets the plate on his lap. Then he picks up a piece of crispy bacon.
“Open,” he commands, holding the bacon near my lips.
Though I feel slightly ridiculous being fed like an infant, I oblige. I quickly forget about feeling silly, however, because it’s delicious. The bacon tastes so good, I moan a little as I chew.
The man can cook. Go figure.
He watches me with hawklike focus until I swallow. Then he makes a satisfied noise and picks up the fork resting on the side of the plate. He shovels up a pile of scrambled eggs.
“Whoa. How big do you think my mouth is? That bite’s enough for like four people.”
An indulgent smile curves his lips. “Every time you give me sass, you earn another spanking.”
We stare at each other. Neither of us blinks. But he’s better at this game, and I’m starving, so he wins the challenge.
I obediently open my mouth and let him slide the fork in.
Watching my mouth, he says hotly, “Those beautiful fucking lips. I can’t wait until you’re on your knees with those lips around my cock, choking on it.”
I nearly spit the eggs out through my nose, but manage to control myself. I swallow, then laugh. “How romantic! You should write sonnets.”
“Eat.”
He feeds me more eggs. Gives me another piece of bacon, then a slice of buttered toast. Watches me chew and swallow like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
When the plate is empty, he sets it on the nightstand next to the bed. Then he turns back to me and says in a conversational tone, “Exactly how many vibrators do you own?”
My eyes fly open wide.
“I’m only asking because this drawer here seems to be filled to overflowing. That hot-pink one might be my favorite.” He points at the nightstand where he just set the plate.
The drawer beneath it is cracked open a few inches, which is plenty wide enough to see the treasure trove of sex toys inside.
The hot-pink vibrator in question is actually a dildo. Quite a large specimen, too, with lifelike veins and a shaft both long and thick, terminating in a bulbous head that could frighten virgins into staying chaste for life.
Oh my god.
I make a meep of horror, which makes Kage chuckle.
“Your dirty little secret’s out, baby. And to think, you told me you were conservative in bed.”
He slides the drawer open wider, pulls out the giant pink dildo, holds it up, and wags it back and forth, smirking. “This is hardly conservative. You could puncture a lung with this monster.”
I try to grab it, but he holds it up over his head. His arm is too long for me to snatch away the horrifying evidence.
So—mortified, glowing with shame—I collapse onto my side on the bed and pull the sheets over my face, whimpering.
He proceeds to conduct a forensic examination of my sex toy drawer.
“Oh, look. What an enormous bottle of lube. Here we have the classic rabbit vibrator, of course, along with a glass glow-in-the-dark dildo. Very artistic. You might want to consider investing in a flashlight, but I suppose this would be much more fun to use as a light source if the power goes out.
“And what’s this interesting thing? It’s lavender. Soft plastic. Round like a jelly jar, except the top has a small opening…wait. Here’s the On switch.”
An electronic buzz fills the room. It’s followed by the low, deep rumble of Kage’s laughter. “Oh my. You filthy little girl. Is this what I think it is?”
Busted. From under the sheets, I sigh deeply. “It utilizes both suction and deep vibration to simulate the feeling of lips and tongue.”
Kage laughs louder, the bastard.
My tone turns snippy. “It’s also waterproof, rechargeable, and has ten settings. And a handy cover to keep things dust free when it’s in the drawer.”
“None of these toys have a speck of dust on them, baby. You’ve been keeping yourself busy.”
“Don’t judge! I’ve been single for a long time!”
He leans over and kisses my bare hip. “I know. I’m not judging. But you don’t need any of this stuff anymore.”
His pause makes me nervous. Then he muses, “Unless…”
He hooks a hand behind my knee and gently pushes my legs apart. Between my spread legs, he presses the vibrating toy.
I bury my face into the mattress, pull the sheet tighter against my face, and groan.
He murmurs, “You want to hide your face from me when I make you come?”
“Yes.”
“You know I need to see you.”
“No!”
He slides the toy an inch north, where it comes into contact with my clit. I jerk, groaning again, this time more faintly.
“Roll onto your stomach and spread your legs.”
His voice has dropped an octave and gained that hard, dominant tone that always sends my pulse flying.
Trembling all over, I obey him. My face is still covered by the sheet, but the rest of me is bare. Though the room is cool, my skin prickles with heat. I’m already sweating.
Kage slips the toy between my legs again, moving it around slightly until it hits the right spot and I gasp. The toy pulls against my clit in a steady, rhythmic motion. The vibrations it emits go all the way through my pelvic floor.
It feels so good, I shudder.
“You need more, don’t you, baby?”
His voice is soft, deep, hypnotic. I don’t know exactly what he means, until I feel something warm and wet slide down my ass crack and over my sex.
Lube.
He gently spreads it around with his fingers, then something firm nudges my opening and pushes slightly inside.
Because I’m so intimately acquainted with its exact size and shape, I know that what Kage has just slid inside me is my hot-pink dildo.
If my face turns any redder, my skin will burn off.
When I spread my thighs open wider and cant my ass in the air, Kage sucks in a breath. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
Then he gently pushes the dildo in farther.
I cry out softly, curling my hands to fists around the sheets.
The toy pressed to my clit sucks and vibrates. The dildo starts to move smoothly in and out. My nipples ache, I’m breathless and red-faced, and I’m unable to stop myself from rolling my hips as Kage fucks me with my own sex toy.
“Do you like it?”
My eyes squinched shut and my face flaming, I whisper, “Yes.”
“You like having your pussy licked and fucked at the same time?”
“Yes.”
His voice drops. “What about this, baby? Do you like this?”
He sweeps a finger over the tight lubed ring of muscle between my ass cheeks and gently presses down.
I gasp, eyes flying open, back going stiff.
He croons, “Shh. That’s it, unless you ask for more.”
My heart pounding like thunder under my breastbone, I lie stiff and wide-eyed as he gently massages me there, working the dildo slowly in and out of my pussy as the vibrating/sucking toy makes a meal of my clit.
The sensation of him touching me where no man has touched me before isn’t unpleasant exactly. It’s just very, very strange. Almost too intimate. I feel like we’re doing something wrong.
I feel like that for all of about ten seconds, until the combo suck-fuck he’s orchestrating with my personal pleasure devices overtakes the rational part of my brain, and I collapse facedown again onto the mattress again, moaning deliriously.
“That’s my sweet dirty girl,” Kage growls. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I wish you could see yourself fucking this fat pink dildo. Flexing your hips. You make me so hard. So fucking hard.”
His voice sears along my nerve endings. He pushes the dildo in and out with increasing speed until I’m moaning and writhing, bucking against the bed. The sensations are overwhelming. The vibrations, the fullness, his finger teasing that sensitive, lubed-up, forbidden bundle of nerves—
The orgasm hits me with such force, I can’t make a sound.
My back arches involuntarily. My mouth opens wide. I convulse helplessly as Kage whispers every hot filthy thing a man can say to a woman, words of praise and sexual obsession.
“I love this greedy wet cunt—’
“Come for me, my beautiful slut—’
“You’re fucking magnificent—’
“This gorgeous pussy is mine.”
I’m sobbing, jerking, coming so hard, I can’t catch my breath. The contractions in my core are uncontrollable. Thermonuclear. I feel as if I might explode.
All the while, he talks to me, a constant stream of tender filth and beautiful profanity that somehow manages to make me feel cherished and worshipped instead of debased.
He pulls out the dildo and replaces it with his cock, shoved in hard to the hilt.
Then he curls a big hand firmly around the back of my neck and holds me down as he fucks me.
I love it so much, I moan his name.
He winds an arm around my waist and drags me up to my knees, then pushes my head down so my cheek is on the mattress but my ass is in the air. He drives into me over and over, his balls slapping against my pussy, a hand pulling my hair.
The other hand is busy between my legs, tugging on and stroking my throbbing clit, replacing the toy that fell out from under me when he hiked me up.
“Kage…oh god…”
“Take it, baby. Take every inch of me.”
His cock is huge, fatter than the dildo even, long and strong. I’m stretched open around him and so wet, it’s slipping down my thighs. My breasts swing with every thrust of his hips. I’m completely out of my mind with pleasure.
Which is the likely reason for what I say next.
“Spank me,” I whisper, clutching the sheets desperately. “Spank my ass.”
“Not this time. You’re not ready.”
I’m almost offended. “What? You’ve been threatening me with it for—”
Crack!
I jerk and suck in a hard breath. My ass stings like fire where he slapped it.
“I said, you’re not ready. Don’t make me say it again.”
“You want to play it that way? Fine—I revoke my permission. The only way you’ll ever get to spank me is if you let me spank you first!”
He laughs. Curls his hand tighter into my hair. Keeps fucking me.
The smug son of a bitch.
He reaches around my body again and fondles my swollen clit.
If someone can moan angrily, I just did.
Then suddenly, he pulls out, flips me over, spreads my thighs, and goes down on me again, holding my wrists tightly by my sides so I’m pinned there helplessly as he eats me.
When I’m groaning loudly and my thighs are shaking with the effort of holding back another orgasm because I’m mad at him, he releases me, throws my legs over his shoulders, and drives inside me again, bending me in half.
He pins my arms over my head with one big hand gripped around both my wrists and starts to whisper hotly into my ear as his free hand grabs my breast and squeezes.
Only I can’t understand what he’s saying because it’s in Russian.
Which I’m thinking is the point.
Then he kisses me. Deeply. Groaning into my mouth. The motion of his hips falters. He breaks away from my lips with a choked “Fuck!”
He’s trying not to come, too.
So of course I have to keeping rolling my hips, fucking myself onto his engorged cock, urging him closer to losing control.
Just because he’s bigger and stronger doesn’t mean he’s the one in charge.
I might only be a middle school teacher with a shitty car and a pathetic dating history and an inability to multiply single digits without a calculator, but I’m his queen now.
I intend to throw on my crown and show him who he’s dealing with.
When he opens his eyes and gazes down at me, his brow furrowed and his expression one of intense concentration bordering on pain, I smile.
“How you feeling, big boy? You look a little strung out.”
Breathing hard, he rasps something in Russian. I have no idea what he said, but it doesn’t matter. This is my game we’re playing.
My game, my rules.
“I’m feeling quite well, thank you for asking. Though I have to admit, my pussy is stretched so tight around your enormous cock, I can hardly take it. It’s a good thing I’m so wet.”
His eyes flare. He inhales a sharp breath.
I smile wider.
Oh yeah. It’s on.
Dropping my voice, I whisper, “I bet I’ll be even wetter when you take me over your knee and spank me, though. I’ll get so hot and wet, and I’ll squirm on your lap and beg you to fuck me, but you won’t fuck me until I suck your cock until you’re almost ready to come, too.
“You’ll spank me while I’ve got your big hard cock shoved down my throat, won’t you, Kage? Oh, yes, you’ll slap my naked ass over and over with your bare hand while I play with my drenched, throbbing pussy and you fuck my mouth, then you’ll get me on my hands and knees and violate my virgin ass with this giant dick of yours—”
With a violent jerk that shakes us both and the bed, Kage climaxes.
He throws back his head and shouts hoarsely at the ceiling, every muscle in his big body tensed.
I’d be lying if I said watching him come completely unstrung because I talked dirty to him had no effect on me.
In reality, it’s the opposite.
Knowing I have just as much power over him in bed as he has over me makes me so excited, it only takes a few more jerks of my hips against his for me to go right over the edge with him.
I surge up against him, convulsing.
He drops his head to my breasts and pulls hard on a nipple with his hot mouth.
I feel him throbbing inside me, throbbing and pulsing as I clench around him. I scream out his name.
It goes on and on until we both collapse back against the mattress, panting.
When both of our bodies have stopped trembling and we’ve finally caught our breath, Kage slides out of me, rolls us to our sides, tucks me against him so he’s spooning me, and sighs a deep, satisfied sigh into my hair.
In a husky voice warmed by wonder, he says, “That filthy mouth.”
“Did you like it?”
“I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
My ego squeals in delight, but I try to play it cool, shrugging. “I learned from the best.”
His chuckle shakes us both. He presses a tender kiss to the nape of my neck. “You’ll be the death of me, beautiful girl.”
I smile. “Let’s hope not.”
That’s the last thing I remember before I drop into a sleep so deep, it’s practically a coma.
When I wake up in the morning, I’m alone.
Kage is gone.
And the cops are pounding on my front door.
