Kage pushes me to the floor beside the bed. He instructs me to get on all fours and says I’m to squeeze his thigh if I get too close to orgasm.
Then he spanks my bare ass over and over as I suck his cock and try desperately not to come.
When he pauses the spanking, running his open palm over my burning butt, I whine in the back of my throat, squeezing my thighs together to try to get some relief from the throbbing ache in my core.
“No, baby,” he says, breathing hard. “Not yet.”
One of my hands is wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock. The other rests, trembling, on his thigh. I take him deep into my throat, then pull back and swirl my tongue around the engorged head, licking the slit lovingly.
He groans. Then he leans over and fondles my breasts, cupping them in his rough hands and pinching my hard nipples, sending hot bolts of pleasure shooting straight down between my legs.
I whine again. I need so badly for him to fuck me that I’m on the verge of tears.
“Do you need my cock?”
I nod, sucking harder.
He takes my hand and moves it lower, so I’m cupping his balls. I gently squeeze them, earning me a soft moan. He threads a hand into my hair and grips the back of my head, flexing his hips in time to the strokes of my tongue.
When I glance up at him, his eyes are closed. His lips are wet and parted. Deep furrows cross his brow. Every muscle in his stomach is clenched.
He’s just as close as I am.
He whispers, “I love your mouth. Christ, that feels incredible.”
When I squeeze his thigh, he opens his eyes and gazes down at me. His pupils are dilated so wide, his irises are nearly obliterated.
He pulls my head back. His cock pops out of my mouth. He kisses me ravenously, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, then pulls me up onto the bed with his hands under my armpits.
Pushing me flat onto my back, he kisses me again, palming my sex and squeezing.
“I love this cunt, too,” he says roughly against my mouth. He slides a finger deep inside me, making me arch and moan. “And these beautiful tits.”
He lowers his head to my breasts. He sucks on a nipple, swirling his tongue around and around before gently biting down.
I shudder in pleasure, sinking my hands into his hair and pushing my chest closer to his mouth.
Into my ear, he says gruffly, “I love every fucking perfect part of you, all of you, inside and out, and I’ll never let you go, no matter what happens. Do you understand me?”
His voice is ragged, edged with desperation.
I open my eyes and find him gazing down at me with searing intensity. His face is flushed. He’s more emotional than I’ve ever seen him, his heart blazing in his eyes.
When I nod, he kisses me again, deeply, making a sound of pleasure low in his throat.
Then he breaks away and stands at the edge of the bed, looking down.
“You’re not to move or make a sound.”
His voice has changed. It’s dropped lower, becoming harder and darker. His expression has changed, too. It’s closed off. Impenetrable.
He’s in full Alpha mode.
Trembling, my skin on fire and my heart beating like mad, I nod again.
He moves to my dresser and yanks open a drawer. Not finding what he’s looking for, he yanks open another. He reaches in and pushes panties and bras aside, then turns to me, holding a pair of my stockings.
“Lie on your back in the middle of the bed.”
I scramble from the edge of the mattress to the middle, then lie down. Kage walks back to the bed and stands there looking at me, his hungry gaze roving over my naked body.
“Put your arms over your head and spread your legs.”
If my heart keeps doing what it’s doing, I’ll either pass out or die. In the meantime, I lift my arms, rest them on the pillow over my head, and slide my legs farther apart.
Kage wraps one of my stockings around my wrists and ties the ends together. Then he lifts my arms and uses the other stocking to tie my wrists to the slatted headboard of the bed. He tests the strength of the knots, jerking them until he’s satisfied that they’ll hold.
“Is the pressure too tight?”
“No. It’s okay.”
“Good. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable.”
He leans down and kisses me. Then, very lightly, he slaps me between my spread legs.
I jerk in surprise and gasp against his mouth. Heatwaves of pleasure rush out from my pussy, rippling through my body.
“Color?”
Panting, I whisper, “Green.”
Gazing into my wide eyes, he fondles me, pinching and stroking my soaked folds until I’m breathlessly squirming against his hand. Then he lightly slaps me again, making me moan like a porn star.
It feels incredible. Hot, intense, and incredible. I want him to do it again, but don’t dare ask.
He knows anyway.
“You could come like this, couldn’t you?”
I nod vigorously.
His lids drop. A dangerous smile curves his full lips. “Good girl. But next time. This time, you’re not allowed to come until you’re stuffed full of my cock and I tell you to.”
He gives my throbbing pussy another tweak with his fingers, then rises and heads back to my dresser. As he opens drawers and looks inside them, I move restlessly on the bed, pulling against the ties.
The sensation of being restrained is both terrifying and intensely erotic. I trust that Kage won’t hurt me, but there’s still a primal element of fear at being tied up. Being helpless.
I know that’s part of what’s making it so exciting, too.
He’s going to do with me as he likes, pushing me past my comfort level until I put the brakes on. The thought of what he could do—what he might do, if I let him—is driving me insane with want.
I’m one big raw, exposed nerve, electric and vulnerable.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Then Kage turns around and my heart stops dead in my chest when I see what’s in his hands: a black silk scarf.
I know exactly what he’s going to do with it.
He murmurs, “You should see your face. Color?”
“G-green.”
He walks toward me so slowly, the anticipation builds until I almost scream. Then he bends down and plants his hands on the mattress on either side of my head.
“I adore you. Ready?”
Swallowing hard, I nod.
He gives me a soft kiss on the lips, then wraps the scarf around my head several times so I can’t see through it. My nose and mouth are still exposed, though, so I can breathe easily.
Well, I could breathe easily, if I weren’t too busy hyperventilating.
“Deep breaths, baby,” he says in a soothing murmur as he ties the ends of the scarf together over the bridge of my nose. “Don’t forget, you’re in charge.”
I’m in charge. I’m in charge. I’m in charge.
Holy shit, I think I’m dying.
He flattens his hand over my sternum and leaves it there for a moment as I struggle to control my breathing. I’m acutely aware of every part of my body, in a way I’ve never been before. I feel the blood rushing through my veins. I feel the air moving over all the tiny hairs on my arms. I feel like a fine-tuned weather instrument, taking the temperature of everything in the room with each electrified nerve and cell.
Kage sits beside me, radiating heat and power.
“You’re so beautiful. My beautiful girl. Tell me you’re mine.”
I lick my lips and say it, breathlessly.
He moves his hand from the center of my chest to one of my breasts, gently caressing it. He passes his thumb back and forth over my rigid nipple. He slides his hand down my belly and between my legs.
“Tell me this is mine.”
My answer is faint. “It’s yours. You know it is. I think my heart is giving out.”
“Hush now. No more sound unless I ask you a question.”
The bed moves, then I feel Kage’s hot mouth on the center of me. I draw in a hard breath as he slowly licks my clit, suckling it like he’s nursing. I spread my legs even wider, lifting my hips toward his mouth.
Then he’s eating me, rhythmically pinching both my hard nipples at the same time.
I moan, my head tipped back into the pillow.
When the light slap between my legs comes, I’m unprepared for it. I jerk hard against my restraints, gasping.
“I said, hush.”
His voice is intoxicating. Deep and low, it vibrates with power and potent masculinity.
I respond to it in a place far deeper than my conscious mind, instinctively obeying. Relaxing against the mattress, I give up trying to control my furious heartbeat, my ragged breathing, or the chaotic whirlwind in my mind.
I surrender to him completely.
Because he seems to know everything, he knows that, too.
He growls, “You were born to be mine. My queen. You don’t kneel for anyone but me. And I fucking worship you for it.”
He slaps my exposed, aching pussy again, slightly harder, testing me.
I suck in a hard breath through my nose, but stay silent.
My reward is his mouth, ravaging me between my legs.
When I’m panting and trembling all over, cresting the wave quickly taking me toward a burning bright peak, his mouth disappears. I lie silent and quaking on the bed, sweating, until I hear the bedside drawer slide open and the sound of Kage rummaging around in it.
He says to himself, “This one.”
There’s a soft click, then a buzzing sound fills the room. Then Kage’s hand is on my jaw, turning my head.
“Suck until I say stop.”
The head of his cock nudges my lips. I open them and take his erection into my mouth, sucking enthusiastically.
He slides the vibrator between my legs.
It’s exquisite torture, trying to breathe around his huge cock and not make a sound of pleasure as he slides the vibrator back and forth over my swollen, sensitive clit. When he pushes it gently inside me, I almost break and moan, but stop myself in time.
My hips, however, have a mind of their own. They rock back and forth wantonly as Kage fucks me with the vibrator and I deep throat his cock.
“Gorgeous,” he says through gritted teeth. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
My pulse is flying. I’m floating somewhere above my body, looking down, but I feel everything. Every vibration, every stroke, every throbbing vein in his dick as it slides against my tongue and lips.
I also feel powerful.
Because I know that if I say the word, all this stops. Even though it would kill him to stop, he’d do it instantly if that’s what I wanted.
I don’t want to. In fact, I’m hoping this will never end.
Breathing hard, he pulls out of my mouth. He removes the vibrator and turns it off. Then he gets onto the bed, opens my legs wider with his knees, and settles himself over me, balancing his weight on one elbow, my thighs spread open around his hips and his stomach pressed to mine.
He slides his cock through my wet folds, up and down, then nudges against my entrance until just the head pushes inside.
I arch, gasping, out of my mind with pleasure, desperate for him to thrust deep.
He doesn’t. Instead, he reaches around me and slides his hand between my ass cheeks until he finds that forbidden little knot of flesh.
He strokes it with his fingertip.
I’m wet there, too, from all the wetness produced by his mouth, the vibrator, and my level of extreme excitement. So wet, all it would take is a gentle push and his finger would slide inside.
My chest heaves against his. My whole body trembles. Helpless in their bindings, my hands curl to fists.
Into my ear, Kage says in a throaty voice, “Color?”
He holds himself still above me until I whisper, “Green.”
Then he takes my mouth and pushes his cock deep inside me.
He fucks me with one hand cupping the back of my head and the other fondling my ass, playing with it, not pressing in but simply stroking lightly, around and around.
The sensations are overwhelming.
Him, huge and hot on top of me, his cock, huge and hot inside of me, his tongue in my mouth and his fingers gently probing me from behind. I feel utterly surrounded by him. Swallowed by his dominating masculinity. Consumed.
When he starts to talk to me in Russian—guttural, foreign words growled hotly into my ear—I’m there. I can’t hold on any longer. Waves of pleasure bear down on me with increasing speed until I’m bucking wildly underneath him, moaning his name.
He kisses me on the throat and commands, “Come.”
Then he breaches that tight little ring of muscle between my ass cheeks and pushes his finger inside me.
My climax hits me like an explosion.
I lose myself in a blinding whiteout of heat and pleasure, convulsing around him, a noise like howling winds in my ears. I hear him cursing from somewhere far off, feel him shuddering and hear his hoarse groans, but I’m way out in space, hurtling toward infinity.
Supernova.
Gone.
I’m feral, a wild thing uncontained. I’ve never experienced such intense feelings of bliss and euphoria. I don’t care about anything, past or future. Only now exists.
Only he exists, and I exist only for him.
I’m an addict, and he’s heroin, injected straight into my veins.
The moment stretches out into timelessness. I live and die a thousand times, resurrected into his arms only to be lost again. I lose all sense of who I am, and that feels right, like in losing myself, I’ve finally discovered what I’ve searched for so desperately:
Meaning.
This connection we have right now is the only thing that matters, because it’s the only thing that will remain when everything else is gone. Nothing means anything, because in the end, it all falls away.
Except this.
I know I’ll take this moment with me to my grave…and whatever comes after.
When I come back to myself, I’m weeping.
My lover knows what to do.
Swiftly untying my hands from their restraints, he whispers to me softly, sweet words of praise and devotion. He takes off the blindfold, bundles me in blankets, and gathers me into his arms. He rocks me, his arms and legs curved around my body, his heat and strength a balm to my frazzled mind.
He makes me feel safe. Safe and protected, like only he can.
When I fall asleep in his arms, exhausted, he stays with me until I wake again hours later, blinking into the bright sunlight slanting through the bedroom blinds.
“Hello,” he murmurs, smiling at me with his eyes.
“Hello,” I whisper back, my heart expanding.
“Are you hungry?”
“I could eat. You?”
“A horse.”
“I’m all out of horse. How about pancakes, instead?”
“Sounds fantastic. Anything that keeps you away from the oven.”
We grin at each other for a beat, then we both start laughing.
It’s a long time before we stop.
