With a yelp of terror, I lunge for the nightstand beside the bed, yank open the drawer, and pull out the first solid thing my hand closes around to use to defend myself.
Then I scramble back against the headboard and shout, “I have a weapon!”
The lights flick on.
Kage stands in the doorway of my bedroom.
Shadows nestle in the hollows under his eyes. His dark hair is disheveled. He’s wearing black dress slacks, black leather shoes, and a fitted, button-up white dress shirt that accentuates the beautiful architecture of his upper chest and arms.
From the neck to the hem, the entire left side of his shirt is saturated with blood.
He says, “We need to have a talk about self-defense, baby. You can’t scare away an intruder with that.”
With a faint smile, he gestures to what I’m brandishing at him:
My big pink dildo.
I toss it away, leap off the bed, and run to him, throwing my arms around his shoulders and burying my face in his neck. “You’re here!”
He winds his arms around my back, pulling me tight against his chest. His voice is a low, pleased rumble. “I’m here. Did you miss me?”
“No. Not even a little bit.” I snuggle closer against him, as close as I can get, dragging his scent into my nose and shuddering a little in happiness.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Liar. Give me your mouth.”
I tip my head back and immediately get his lips on mine. He kisses me voraciously, holding me tight.
When we come up for air, I say breathlessly, “Why is there blood all over your shirt?”
“Because some asshole shot me.”
Horrified, I pull out of his arms and stare at him, looking for holes. “What? Oh shit! Where?”
“My shoulder. Relax. It’s barely a scratch.”
“Scratches don’t bleed like that! Let me see—take off your shirt!”
He smiles indulgently at me, as if I’m a fussing baby. “Not even sixty seconds in the door and she’s already trying to get me naked.”
Hands on my hips, I glower at him. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not in the room. And get your shirt off before I have a heart attack.”
His smile grows wider. “And you say I’m bossy.”
He complies with my demand, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt. When he drops it to the floor and stands there bare chested, I take a moment to admire him before I remember what I’m supposed to be doing: looking for holes.
I quickly find what I’m looking for. On the outer part of his shoulder is an ugly red gash from which blood is still leaking.
“Sit,” I order, pushing him toward the bed.
He sits on the edge of the mattress, then grasps my hips and gazes up at me as I stand between his legs and inspect the wound, grimacing.
He murmurs, “My own personal nurse. You should take off your shirt, too.”
He slides a hand up my rib cage and squeezes my breast.
I’m wearing my typical sleepwear of boy shorts and a soft cotton T-shirt with nothing beneath. He thumbs over my nipple until it’s taut, then leans in and gently bites it right through the cotton.
It feels incredible, but we’ve got more pressing matters to deal with.
“I need to clean this, Kage. Quit distracting me.”
He nuzzles my breasts, inhaling the scent of my skin. He whispers, “I missed you. I haven’t been able to breathe since I left.”
A fizzy starburst of joy explodes inside my stomach, but I hold firm.
“Compliments will get you nowhere. I’m gonna get some antiseptic—”
He grabs me, tosses me onto the bed, and presses the long, hard length of his body against mine, settling his bulk between my spread thighs.
“Later,” he says, his voice husky with need. “Right now, I need to fuck you. Every night, I’ve been dreaming about the way you sound when you come. My dick has been aching for you for weeks. I’ve been aching for you. I think you’ve put a spell on me, little witch.”
He kisses me again, passionately, his hands dug into my hair.
I’m torn between wanting to clean that gash in his shoulder and wanting to feel him inside me. It’s a battle that lasts until he shoves up my shirt and starts sucking on my hard nipples, back and forth, one after the other.
I give up with a grateful sigh and slide my fingers into the thick mess of his hair, arching up against the hot, demanding pleasure of his mouth.
He’s right. I can clean him up later.
At the moment, he doesn’t seem to be in danger of bleeding to death.
Propping himself up onto his elbows, he slides my shirt over my head. Then he presses my arms to the mattress and slides the shirt up farther, until it reaches my wrists. He does some kind of Houdini magic trick to tie my wrists together with the shirt.
Now I’m bound, gazing up at him with wide eyes and a galloping heartbeat.
“My captive,” he whispers, his eyes hot. “Move your arms, and I’ll punish you.”
Shivering with desire, I lick my lips. “I revoked my permission for you to spank me, remember? I said you’d have to let me do that to you first.”
He smiles. “There are so many other ways for me to punish you, beautiful girl.”
My voice goes high. “Really? Like what?”
“Try me and find out.”
I swallow. Take several deep breaths. Attempt to not pass out.
Chuckling, Kage lowers his head to my breasts again. He lavishes them with attention until I’m squirming and panting beneath him, wanting that clever tongue of his somewhere else.
He works his way down my body, kissing my belly and hips, squeezing my flesh, fondling me with his big, rough hands. He nuzzles his face between my spread thighs, inhales deeply against the crotch of my boy shorts, then exhales with a soft groan.
My cheeks flame. I clench my hands to fists, trying desperately not to start panting.
He slides off my shorts, tosses them to the floor, then French kisses my pussy.
When I groan, delirious, he makes a humming noise that reverberates all the way through me.
“Tell me you missed me,” he whispers, licking me like an ice-cream cone.
“You know I did. Oh…oh…”
He slides a thick finger inside me. “How much?”
“So much. Oh god. Please don’t stop that. That’s amazing.”
“What, this?”
He pushes his finger in deeper, then sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue around and around until I’m moaning, helpless, telling him in a garbled rush how much I love it. How much I need it.
How much I need him.
“Do you want to come on my cock or my face first, love?”
Love.
I sob, rocking my hips. My heart expands inside my chest until there’s no room for anything else. Not even my lungs. I’m so full of emotion, I can hardly breathe.
When I don’t answer him, Kage crawls up my body and takes my face in his hands. He kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
I taste myself on him. His heart pounds against my chest.
He says raggedly, “Are you my good girl? Are you mine?”
My eyes drift open. He hovers above me, beautiful and intense, his eyes fierce with craving.
A thrill goes through me. I feel like I’m flying and falling, both at once.
My voice comes out in the barest of whispers. “Yes. I’m yours. I’m all yours. Please fuck me.”
He reaches down between us, unbuckles his belt, and fumbles with his zipper. “Say it again.”
“Please fuck me.”
“No, not that.”
His cock springs loose from his slacks. He’s hot and hard against me, nudging, wanting to slide in.
“I—I’m yours. Only yours. All of me.”
He shoves inside me with a grunt of satisfaction, then supports himself on his elbows as he kisses me deeply again, pulling my hair.
Pulling my hair and fucking me, driving into me hard.
I try to hold on, to make it last, but I’m already falling apart at the seams. The feel of him stretching me open, thrusting into me, hearing him moan in pleasure into my mouth as he takes me—it’s all too much.
I climax with a violent, sudden jerk. Throwing my head back against the bed, I cry out, convulsing.
As I orgasm, Kage lets loose a filthy stream of praise and adoration, growled hotly into my ear.
“Fuck yes, you better come hard for me, my beautiful girl. You’re fucking drenched, so wet, so tight, so perfect. I love the way you feel. I love the way you taste. How you sound. How you smell. You drive me so goddamn crazy. I went nuts being away from you for so long. Away from your sweet smile and smart mouth and this gorgeous cunt that belongs to me, only to me—”
When I lift my bound arms from over my head and drop them around his neck, he freezes.
“Oh no,” he breathes. “What did you do?”
Writhing underneath him, I shake my head and whimper a denial.
His voice turns dark. “Yes, you know.” He grabs my wrists and presses them back to the pillow over my head.
Panicking, I blurt, “I said you couldn’t spank me!”
“I know, baby. Shh.” He kisses me softly. “I’ll never do anything you say no to. Okay?”
Relaxing a little, I nod.
He kisses me again, then murmurs, “So what do you say to being tied up and blindfolded?”
Whatever my face is doing, it makes him grin. “You like that idea.”
“I don’t know. It sounds kinky. I’m not kinky.”
“Says the girl with a huge collection of sex toys and a vocabulary that would make a dominatrix blush.”
He thrusts into me again, gently biting my neck, then whispers, “I want to make you come when you’re restrained. Blindfolded, restrained, and begging.”
“The deal is you only get to do to me what you let me do to you. Remember?”
“Funny, I don’t remember agreeing to that deal.”
“Would you, though? Because it would make me feel a lot better. Safer, I mean.”
He lifts his head and examines my expression. After a moment, he says, “Yes.”
Feeling a combination of fear and excitement, I whisper, “Really?”
“If that’s what you want. Yes.”
He thrusts again. And again. His breathing grows ragged.
I think this topic of conversation is exciting him, too.
“So you’d…you’d let me spank you?”
His lids lower. A muscle flexes in his jaw. On another roll of his hips, he says, “Yes. Then I’d fuck you so hard after, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.”
“You’d let me tie you up and blindfold you? Make you come when you were restrained?”
His eyelids flutter. He says roughly, “I’ve never let anyone do that to me before.”
“Would you let me do it?”
His hips move faster. The hand around my wrists tightens. He licks his lips. “Yes.”
“Would you let me touch you where you touched me…in the back? You know.”
He does know. His eyes are so hot and dark, they’re almost burning a hole in my head. He growls, “I’ve never let anyone do that, either.”
What is this strange sense of power coursing through me? I feel like I could order a mountain to get out of my way, and it would.
Looking up into his eyes as he continues to fuck me, I whisper, “But you’d let me do it, wouldn’t you?”
In a move so fast, it’s a blur, Kage withdraws from me and drags me off the bed. He sits on the edge, pushes me to my knees between his spread legs, grabs his jutting erection in his fist, and stares down at me with eyes like fire.
He says through gritted teeth, “Yes. Do you want to?”
I smile at him. “No. I just needed to see if you’d let me.”
“Little witch. You really deserve that spanking. Now be good and suck the cum out of my dick.”
He slides a hand around my neck and pulls my head down to his hard cock, glistening with my wetness.
I open my mouth and take him in, as far as he can go, all the way down to the root.
He groans, flexing his hips. “Ah, fuck, baby. That mouth.”
My hands are still tied together with my wrists, but I raise them and wrap both around Kage’s slick shaft so I can better control the depth of his thrusting.
Despite Sloane’s accusation that I don’t have a gag reflex, I’m not superhuman. My eyes are already watering.
Keeping one hand around my throat, Kage fists the other in my hair and stares down at me as I suck and stroke him. He whispers something brokenly in Russian as he watches my mouth with avid eyes.
He likes it. He loves it.
And so do I.
I close my eyes and suck harder, stroke faster, swirl my tongue around the engorged crown. He grunts in pleasure, fucking my mouth and holding my head steady.
Then he shudders and groans, long and low. His hand tightens in my hair.
He whispers harshly, “I’m close. I want you to swallow every drop, then lick me clean.”
I can’t speak, so I open my eyes and say yes silently as I stare up at him.
He drops his head back, moans my name, and shudders again. His hand around my throat is hot and shaking.
When he erupts, it’s with an abrupt hip thrust and a shout toward the ceiling.
His cock throbs against my tongue. Tears stream down my cheeks. I have to take shallow breaths though my nose as I swallow. He takes his hand away from my throat and cradles my head as he continues to come, pumping his hips and moaning lustily. “Ahh—ahh—ahh—”
He collapses against the mattress with a final shudder, then heaves a sigh.
As for me, I sit up a little on my knees so I can start cleaning.
I lick him lovingly from base to tip, thinking I’d probably be doing this even if he hadn’t ordered me to. His thick cock is worthy of countless hours of worship. It’s a thing of beauty.
Maybe instead of abstracts, I’ll move on to nudes.
I giggle a little when I picture my living room walls crammed with paintings of Kage’s erection.
He rolls his head to one side and gazes at me with hazy, half-lidded eyes. He caresses my face. In a husky voice, he says, “If I had a more fragile ego, I might not take it so well that you’re laughing when your face is two inches from my dick.”
I give him a few more licks, then crawl up his body and lie on top of him, draping my bound arms over his head and snuggling my face into the crook between his neck and shoulder.
“I was just thinking you’d make a great nude model. If I brought you into sketch class, my students would die.”
Winding his arms around my back, he nuzzles my hair. “Your classes have nude models?”
“No. The kids are too young for that. But you’re inspiring me to start teaching night school for adults.” I tilt my head and smile up at him. “I could make a lot of money charging admission if you were on the ticket.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “You don’t need to worry about money anymore, remember? By the way, why haven’t you started taking draws from the trust?”
I crinkle my nose. “Can we please have a few minutes of uninterrupted afterglow before we start talking about money?”
He cups my face and softly kisses my lips. “You might be the only person I’ve met who doesn’t care about it.”
“Oh, I care about it. I just don’t want to feel like you gave me a ten-million-dollar payment for services rendered.”
After a moment, he starts to chuckle. Short, silent chuckles that shake his chest. “What if I said it was only a fifty-dollar payment, and the rest was a tip?”
“If my wrists weren’t tied together, I’d smack you a good one, you jerk.”
He rolls me over and presses me against the mattress, smiling down at me, so handsome, it hurts.
“Then I guess I’ll have to keep you tied up for good.”
“You have to let me go sometime. I still need to clean up that shoulder of yours.”
His warm eyes flare even warmer, until they’re smoldering hot. “I have a better idea. Let’s get cleaned up together. In the shower.”
Without waiting for a response, he rolls off the bed, picks me up, and carries me into the bathroom.
