Jonas
Kenna trembles in my arms, the aftereffects of her orgasm making her limbs weak. She struggles pitifully to stand, but I wrap her up tight, unwilling to let her go. My cock is so hard that it’s throbbing under her ass in protestation of being trapped in my slacks instead of buried in her wet heat. I fight the urge to shift myself. The extra friction would just be more torture.
We need to talk soon, but first she needs to settle. I sure as shit can’t have her running out of here after that. My only job right now is to make sure this ends on a high note for her. That was a mild scene, but for someone who’s never played in this world, Kenna took to it beautifully. And that opens up a whole new world. For her, for me, and if I play my cards right, for us.
The heady power of that thought makes my chest tighten painfully. There’s a desperate need rolling through me, demanding that I hold her closer. That I never let her go. I comb her hair with my fingers. The silky strands flow over my fingers like dark water, and Kenna moans softly, tucking her head back under my chin.
“Thank you,” she whispers. I’ve known this woman since we were both kids, but as she melts into me, I realize how little I actually know about her. Because I never let myself get close to her. A grin pulls at my lips. I can get close to her now, and I’m sure as fuck going to enjoy figuring her out.
Kenna isn’t trembling anymore. She’s fluid in my arms, muscles relaxed, breathing slow. And as I stroke her hair, the little sounds coming from her throat are so pleased she could almost be purring.
I’m so tempted to rip the blindfold off of her. I want to grip her chin and force her to look me in the eye until she can’t deny this pulsing connection between us. But I’m a patient man and I have to wait.
“This is the part where you talk to me, Kitten,” I say, brushing her hair over one shoulder and kissing the exposed skin. “How are you feeling now?”
Kenna laughs softly. “So good.”
I run my hands over her skin, and God, is she soft. Every inch of her is satin. I close my eyes for just a second, breathing her in and memorizing her gentle weight in my lap. “And the scene? How are you feeling about that?”
Even in the dim space, I can see her flush, the pink spreading down her chest into the deep V of her dress.
“I liked it.”
“Just liked it? ‘Liked’ implies that, at some level, you were tolerating it.”
“No!” Kenna speaks forcefully before I’ve even finished my sentence. “I loved it. I’m just not used to… talking about it after.”
“That’s ok. But this isn’t just vanilla sex where yes and no are enough.” I kiss her neck, tasting her skin. “Because if we were to do this again, I need you to be open with me.” Her spine stiffens almost imperceptibly at that.
“Well… if we were to do this again, I’d tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed everything you did.” Kenna’s voice is almost teasing. “But—maybe I expected more... bondage?”
It takes everything inside of me not to groan at that. My dick is threatening to bust through the inseam of my slacks like the Kool-aid man. I wind Kenna’s hair around my fist and slowly pull her head back, exposing her throat. Her back arches as she bends for me.
“Do you want me to tie you up and make you behave?” I ask, trailing a finger down the valley of her cleavage. I watch her throat constrict as she swallows; thinking. I like that she’s not just blurting out an answer but really taking the time to roll it around. Her breaths turn to shallow, rapid pants, and I smirk, knowing her answer before she opens her pretty mouth. She licks her lips and when she speaks, her voice is feathery, as if she’s hesitant to say the words out loud.
“Yes. Yes, I want that.”
Christ, I want that too. I can just picture her cuffed to the wall, naked, skin flushed with streaks from my flogger. But I don’t want to rush her. If we do this tonight, and she panics or backs out, it’s going to fucking cut me in two. I need her to be sure. I need her to walk in here, knowing exactly what she’s getting herself into.
“Come back tomorrow night.”
“What? Why?” Kenna tries to sit up, but I tighten my grip in her hair.
“You need to think about this, Kitten. I need you to be sure that this is what you want.” I pinch her nipple through her dress, hard enough to make her gasp. “And because I fucking told you so.”
She mewls, ass shifting in my lap. I slip one hand between her legs and push her soaked panties to the side.
“What’s your safe word?” The words come out as a tortured growl.
“Red,” Kenna pants.
“Good girl. Do you want to use it?” I stroke my middle finger over her slit and bite my lip when it comes away soaked. Holy shit, she’s sexy.
“No, sir,” she moans, wriggling on my thighs. I suck her juices off my finger and groan. She tastes like apple cider and pure sex. I’m tempted to pinch myself just to prove I haven’t died and gone to heaven. I swipe my thumb over her pussy before reaching up and dragging it over her full lower lip, dipping inside so she can taste herself.
“See how fucking good you taste, Kitten? Suck it clean.”
Kenna moans, sucking my thumb farther into her mouth. Her tongue runs along the pad and swirls around the tip, obediently cleaning herself off my thumb.