It’s hours before I fall asleep.
I lie in the dark in Kage’s strong arms, listening to his deep, even breathing, tucked next to him, warm and safe. He’s on his side with one arm and one leg thrown over me, protecting me even in sleep.
He made me stand next to the bed as he gently rubbed lotion into each of my butt cheeks. Then he brought me aspirin and a glass of water and made me drink. He winced at the mark he left on my neck, but his brow smoothed when I lied and said I couldn’t feel it at all.
Then he pulled me down into bed beside him and instantly fell into a deep sleep.
He hasn’t moved a muscle in hours.
I wonder when he last slept.
I also wonder how this tragedy we’re brewing will come to a head.
It’s inevitable. I know deep in my soul that we’re a rudderless ship with torn sails in high seas, headed straight for a treacherous reef filled with flesh-eating sharks and razor-sharp rocks.
I feel it. Something bad is coming.
A storm is headed our way.
When I try to slip out of bed, Kage awakens on instant high alert. His tone is sharp. “Are you all right?”
“Easy, tiger. I have to pee.”
He relaxes back against the pillows, rubs a hand over his face, yawns. “Hurry back.”
I use the bathroom and come back to bed, crawling under the covers beside him, lying on my side. He drags me closer, spooning me from behind, and nuzzles his nose into my hair.
Poking my butt, his erection soon makes itself known. But he ignores it, choosing instead to hold me.
I whisper into the dark, “I need you to tie me up.”
He freezes.
“I need…” I gulp, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of dread. Dread I know he can rid me of, if only for a short time. “Take me out of my head. Tie me up like you did before and…”
His voice is low and rough. “And what?”
I whisper, “Make me forget about everything.”
He lies still behind me. Still and silent. Only his quickened breathing gives an indication of how my words have affected him. That and his erection, which has grown to a steel bar.
He leans closer and breathes hotly into my ear, “Permission to fuck your sweet ass.”
He doesn’t say another word. He doesn’t move. He simply waits until I decide.
My voice hardly audible, I say, “Green.”
He’s breathing harder now. It stirs the hair on my neck. He runs a hand up my arm to my shoulder, then back down to my wrist, curling his fingers around it.
His hands are shaking.
His mouth still near my ear, he says, “I’ve never met anyone I needed to possess like you. I don’t understand it, this obsession. For you, for a single taste of you, I would die. I’d give up anything. From the first day, you owned me.”
I close my eyes. A lone tears slips from one corner and slides over the bridge of my nose.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
I whisper, “You know I am. Forever.”
He exhales, presses the softest kiss to my shoulder, then pushes me onto my belly.
I lie quaking on the bed with my eyes squeezed shut as he rises, flicks on the lamp, and opens the dresser drawers. He opens the drawer on the bedside table, too, then the mattress gives with his weight.
He ties my wrists together and to the headboard with my stockings like he did last time, but doesn’t cover my eyes with the scarf.
Reading my mind, he says, “I need to see your face.”
I hear a spurt of liquid, then his hand slides between my legs. It’s slick with lube. He works it all around my cleft, sliding his fingers over my clit and inside me as I lie still, hyperventilating.
He slides his fingers between my ass cheeks and lubes me there, too, oh so gently.
The hum of a vibrator makes me suck in a startled breath. Then his voice comes in that dark, intoxicating tone of command.
“Use your colors, Natalie.”
He presses the vibrator to my clit.
All my muscles tense. I pull against the restraints. It’s an automatic reflex, and one that makes him growl in pleasure.
“That beautiful ass. God, look at you.”
He smooths his hand over and around the curve of both my butt cheeks. The other hand works the vibrator between my legs.
I’m starting to sweat.
When he slides the vibrator inside me, I groan.
Then his finger breaches the oiled ring of muscle in my behind, and I groan louder, shuddering.
He demands, “Color.”
“Green.”
He works his finger and the vibrator in and out together at the same slow speed, pressing deeper with each pass until he’s buried past a knuckle and I’m starting to press back eagerly against his hand.
He whispers, “So tight. So hot. Fucking hell.”
I pull against my restraints, arching my back. I’m panting now, spreading my thighs wider.
Watching me, he groans in approval.
He presses his finger in as far as it will go. In my pussy, he works the vibrator. My clit is swollen and throbbing. My hips take over and begin a slow, rhythmic roll.
Kneeling between my spread legs, he says in a ragged voice, “It will hurt at first. Breathe through it. Try not to tense up. I’ll go slow. If you need me to, I’ll stop.”
Still rolling my hips against his invading finger and the vibrator, I whisper, “Green.”
He removes his finger slowly, lowers his body to mine, and pulls one of my knees up farther on the mattress, exposing me completely.
Then something much larger than his finger nudges at my entrance.
I gasp and tense, but he doesn’t slide his cock inside. He gives me a moment to process, stroking the head of his dick up and down where he wants to go.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispers, fondling me. “Let me in.”
My heart is beating so fast, I can’t catch my breath. I try to take deep, even breaths, but just end up panting. My nipples are hard and my clit is exquisitely sensitive, primed from the vibrator and the dizzying sensations from both front and back.
I say, “Green. Do it.”
A gentle push with his hips, and he’s in.
And he’s huge.
And oh god—it hurts.
I stiffen, gasping. My head lifts from the pillow, and my ass clenches against the sudden enormous invader.
Through gritted teeth, Kage says, “Color.”
“Yellow. Fuck! Yellow.”
“Breathe, Natalie.” He presses the vibrator against my clit again.
I’m trembling so hard, the bed shakes. My body can’t decide what it feels more, the pleasure from the vibrator or the pain from the head of Kage’s huge cock.
But after a moment, the pleasure becomes greater, and I drop my head to the pillow and moan.
Kage starts to speak to me in Russian.
The sound of his words gets mixed up with the electronic hum of the sex toy and the roar of the ocean crashing in my ears. There’s a symphony in my head underscoring the cinematic surge of sensation in my body. I’m all pulsing lights and flying colors, crazy carnival rides and glowing neon signs.
Then Kage inserts the vibrator into my pussy again, and I’m a rocket ship blasting to the moon. I tilt my ass up and release an enormous, pent-up breath, relaxing against my restraints.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” he whispers. “Oh, fuck yes.”
He sinks his cock deeper into my ass.
We moan at the same time.
He spreads my cheeks with one hand, sliding his fingers around the place where he’s buried inside me, stroking me there as he pushes deeper still. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did, but I still feel uncomfortably full. I’m full front and back, and my face is burning.
I whisper, “Green. Fuck me, honey. Please.”
He growls something in Russian that sounds filthy. Then he flexes his hips and slides the entire rock hard length of his cock into my ass.
The sensation is indescribable.
And he’s still stroking me all around the edges of where he’s fucking me, making the feelings overwhelming. Everything is throbbing and tingling, pulsing and aching, hot and slick.
I shiver, moaning his name.
He slowly pulls out, then presses in again, maintaining careful control though I know he’s aching to let go and thrust into me hard.
The love I feel for him at this moment is huge and frightening, a sudden hot, uncontrollable expansion inside my chest.
Feeling as if my heart just cracked wide open, I sob.
Kage freezes.
I plead, “Don’t stop. I’m okay, I promise.”
He lowers himself over me and plants his hand on the mattress beside my head. Breathing hard, he kisses my cheek. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me. Make me come. Say you’ll never let me go and mean it.”
He groans softly, then kisses me again, on my cheek, my neck, and my shoulder. “I’ll never let you go.”
He pumps into me.
“Never, baby.”
He pumps into me again. His voice drops.
“Never.”
Then he rises to his knees and pulls me back with him until my bound arms are stretched out fully and I’m sitting back on his thighs, my chest hovering above the mattress.
He winds an arm around my waist, wraps my hair around his wrist like a leash, and starts to fuck me, saving us from the shipwreck we’re headed for, just for a little while.
