“When did you realize this was your kink?” I ask as he gets down on his knees in front of me. He doesn’t answer, just pulls my panties down, and I step out of them, leaving on my rented heels.
His mouth moves closer, and he places soft kisses between my legs, then, without warning, his tongue flicks out. I widen my legs a little more to give him better access. I hear the zap but make no move to stop him. I’m still not quite sure what it is but fuck it! I’ve been living a sheltered life for long enough, now is the time to let go.
“Spread them wider, slut.”
I do as he says and that’s when I feel it. I jerk away, but he holds me still with one hand on my ass and touches my clit with his toy. It’s soft at first, but I feel it buzz straight through me. Each zap drives little sounds to leave my mouth that I can’t help. The sensations are a mixture of the buzz and then a soothing swipe of his tongue. He does it again and again, making me delirious with pleasure until my knees almost give out, and I’m holding on to his shoulders for dear life as moans I don’t even recognize as my own rip through me.
He chuckles but manages to catch me as I fall.
My breathing is rapid, my heart rate rapid.
What is this man doing to me?
And why can’t I say no?
“Sleep, now.”
I don’t fight it.
Not sure if I could if I wanted to.
That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
And I want to do it all again.
It’s early, but the sun is slowly rising as splinters of light shine through the window. As my feet touch the floor, I realize I’m still dressed in my skirt from last night which I slipped back on, just with no panties underneath. I’m alone in the bedroom, but the sound of footsteps echo outside the door. I get up to investigate and Roberto’s standing there talking to someone in a hushed tone.
“Do you think he’ll kill her quickly?” That’s Roberto’s voice.
“Yes, you know he will,” Lucas answers him quickly.
“I didn’t think he would, to be honest. Figured she might be the one he lets live.” Roberto leans against the wall, his words a slur as he speaks.
“You should know better than that. They say I’m evil, but none of us are on the same level of evil as he shows.”
My legs wobble as they take me backward into the bedroom. I shut the door softly, careful not to let it click and alert anyone that I’m awake.
What the hell am I going to do?
“You’re awake.” A scream leaves my lips, and my hand flies to my heart. Turning around, Keir is standing at the door to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Sailor?”
I manage to calm myself down enough to look him in the eyes. “I’m leaving in a few days,” I say, trying to gauge his reaction. The only problem, Keir hasn’t gotten by this long without his innate ability of not giving away secrets with his expressions. Instead, he walks past me to his closet, not answering me.
“Do you think I’ll see you again?” I ask, pushing him for more.
Is what they say true?
Will he kill me?
Fuck, I’d hope not. But I don’t know him well enough to know for sure.
“No.” He doesn’t hesitate to answer me.
“I think I may miss you, especially when you’re this moody.” I try to joke and offer a smile to feel him out, but it’s forced. His eyes are pinned on mine as he drops the towel, slides on a pair of shorts, then walks over to me.
“What’s wrong, lollipop?”
His intrinsic ability to read a person defies logic.
He’s clever, this one.
“Nothing. Why do you call me that?” Eyes so dark stare back at me. Will he answer my question or avoid it?
“Because you’re as sweet as one, especially your taste.” He licks his lips and smirks at me. Keir’s words shock me so much that when he walks past me, I do and say nothing. When I manage to gain my head back, I turn and watch him climbing into his bed.
“This is your room, so why do I sleep in here?”
“So many fucking questions.” He groans and rolls over away from me.
“Did you know you were going to fuck me?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Did you know I would allow you?” I push even further, seeing how many answers I can actually get from him.
“Of course, I did. It’s the only reason you’re alive.” In the minutes it takes me to register the meaning of his words, he fills the room with a soft snore.
Fuck.
Running to the bathroom, I grab the first items of clothing I see and put them on, so I’m dressed warmer. He hasn’t moved when I return to the bedroom. Shoving my phone into my bra, I’m careful when I pull open the door and sneak out through the opening. I take a moment to glance back to see him still sleeping before I shut it with a slight click.