Kenzie rolled her eyes; as if anyone called her a kitten. She was more like a rabid dog that was ready to chew your face off. Wanting to begin the scene to get what she needed, she obliged him and climbed onto the cherrywood bondage table, with metal loops along the sides and by her legs. She positioned herself on all fours, noticing five short black ropes dangling off one of the metal loops on the side.
Porter came behind the table and ran a hand up her calf. A surprising shiver sizzled through her. His touch was tender, so unlike any touch she had received before. Her scenes were always purposefully rough, just the way she liked it. His fingers drifted over her flesh, and she yearned to lean in to him, almost aching for more of his hand on her body. She couldn’t fight back her soft moan.
His low hum echoed hers. It sounded like approval.
He continued to trail his touch up her thigh, over her bottom, and caressed her back until he reached her hair. There, he took one of the pieces of rope and pulled her hair into a bun, then tied the rope around her hair, securing it to her head.
“You’re beautiful, Kenzie,” he murmured in a silky voice. “Your soft skin right here”—he traced a finger over the back of her neck—“is quite the pleasure to touch.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “A spot that for the next month is all mine.”
His voice and statement vibrated through her. She had one second to realize that necks were an obvious turn-on for him before his lips were on her, and she angled her head without thought. Pleasure rushed through her—a pleasure so mind-blowing her sex moistened.
Heat flooded her as his tongue slowly licked over her pulse, as if he was trying to feel her heartbeat—trying to gauge how aroused she was for him. And her body hummed as those lips, that tongue, made her clit throb and ache for more.
By the time his tongue delivered its final stroke, she was panting under the desire. Her lower body grew heavy as he grabbed a piece of rope from the loop and made a cuff, then bound her wrist. Not a binding she was used to. The cuff was loose enough that if she wanted to she could pull her hand right out. “I could free myself,” she told him. “You should tighten it.”
“Should I, now?” He grinned.
He moved on to the other wrist, and applied the same loose cuff. Beyond frustrated, she pulled her hand out and frowned. “Like I said, it’s too loose.”
He stayed silent, his expression revealing very little.
Kenzie counted up to one hundred before she huffed and returned her hand to the rope. She recognized his plan. Porter was proving his point well enough that it wasn’t the bondage holding her there, it was his dominance. That if she didn’t comply with his demands—staying in place—he wouldn’t continue.
She also wasn’t blind to her needs. There was no way in hell she could leave Club Sin without a scene tonight. Pain kept the demons inside quiet. His touches were like fire to her soul. His kisses burned with passion. For that, she gave him this small show of submission to get what she needed.
Once he’d bound her ankles to the table in a similar manner, he pressed his hand against her lower back, arching her, so her bottom was raised high. An unexpected cold flash of discomfort cut through her. Being exposed for Porter in this way made her feel exactly that…entirely exposed—almost as if he was attempting to tame her.
She drew in a long stabilizing breath. “I don’t like this position.”
Porter kept his hand firmly on her back, refusing her any movement. “Why?”
“It’s hurting my back.”
“Level of pain?”
She paused, realizing if she said a high number she’d seem weak, something she’d never do. He was proving to be one step ahead of her, but she fought to catch up. “Two.”
He swatted her butt in response. “Safe-word out if you need to.”
Well, that fucking backfired. They both knew she’d never safe-word out, because nothing he was doing would warrant it, except for making her more uncomfortable than she’d ever been in her life. Which brought to mind a recent conversation Kenzie had with Cora.
“You’re not going to be your typical pain in the ass with Porter, are you?” Cora asked.
Kenzie grinned, unashamed. “Do you expect otherwise?”
“Nope,” Cora grumbled before she raised her brows. “I can tell you from knowing him so well that he’ll never let you get away with it.”
“Pfft,” Kenzie huffed, dismissing Cora with a flick of her hand. “I can handle the likes of Porter.”
“Sure you can,” Cora said and snickered. “Good luck with that.”
Kenzie hadn’t believed Cora before. Now she did. This Dom was different, more attuned to her. He carried the ability to read her, and found the exact ways to get inside her mind like no other Dom had been capable of doing. Maybe because the arrangement had made it more of a necessity to. He couldn’t stay distant, like all others could. She wondered if maybe he had practiced the ability to mind-fuck a submissive, which included activities intended to create a psychological impact. If that was the case, she was utterly screwed.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
She sensed him leaving her, and she wondered what he pl
anned to do with her lingerie still on. Being naked usually happened within seconds in a scene. Her breath hitched as nerves fluttered inside her, almost as if she was a newbie again.