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Killian

Joey blows me right there on the floor so good I have a hard time getting up, but I could never deny the hungry look in her hazel eyes. This amazing woman wants me to tie her up, and I’m far too eager to oblige.

I’ve never been with someone who wanted to try new things like this, so although I know we’re crossing lines we can’t come back from, I’m not strong enough to stop it.

I want it.

She wants it.

We both might need it.

Finding rope in her dad’s apocalypse bunker is easy enough, so once we’re back upstairs in my room, I show her the knot I’m going to do before I lay her on her stomach and start tightening it. “You’re trembling, beautiful.”

“Can’t imagine why,” she huffs, but her shoulders relax. “I’ve never let anyone do this before.”

Her words make me smile. It means this right here is only ours, and if I’m able to keep her locked away here with me, it will remain that way. “Just call for the FBI if you change your mind, Roo.” This is only fun if we’re both enjoying it, but even now I know she won’t safeword. She was made for this. “I’ve never done it before either, but I learned this knot because I didn’t know if someone innocent would be around when I did what I did, so I had to research safe ways to restrain someone.” I don’t know why I just admitted all that, but maybe it’s because I want her to continue trusting me. “I’m glad I didn’t have to use it, but fuck me, girl. You look so good like this.”

I tug her to the end of the mattress so her lower half is hanging off, then drop down on my knees to worship her.

It starts with slow kisses over her thighs and her ass, stopping only when I see the ouija planchette on her right cheek. It makes me chuckle — she wasn’t kidding.

“What?” she asks, squirming under me. “What’s funny?”

“I thought you were joking about the tattoo.”

Leaning in, I bite it hard enough to make her jerk, but she just laughs. “I guess you were too busy fucking my ass to look at it, huh?”

Among other things. She’s so beautiful it’s hard to focus on the details, especially back when she was denying me.

Now that I’m here, I hone in on the feminine lines, the moth in the center with a cute little skull face, and the curved sixes at the top. The words “hello” and “goodbye” have me wondering how people actually use these, but I shake the distraction away and take that first swipe of my tongue along her whole center.

Fuck, she already feels like a drug.

Every moan she lets out spurs me on, reminds me this is right. She trusts me. She wants me. She knows my secret and she isn’t shying away.

And that reminder has me starving for her. Eating pussy from the back is different. I’ve never tried it before, but her ass is so nice I have the best fucking view as I feast on her delicious flavor and drown myself in her scent. It’s an aphrodisiac that has my cock throbbing so hard with need that I have to reach down and squeeze myself for some relief. It doesn’t help, but she tastes so good I don’t know if I ever want to stop. I’d die right here with a smile on my face if I knew she was getting pleasure from it.

And with the mess she’s making on my tongue, I’d say she is.

“Killian!” she moans, bouncing her ass just enough to ride my face. “Fuck me. Please.”

God, I’m leaking for her. I’d give my left nut to sink inside of her right now, but the way she’s riding my face tells me I’d blow the second I did... and that’d be embarrassing. “More,” I growl. “You have more for me, Joey.”

I spread her cheeks wider so I can suck her clit into my mouth, relishing the strangled little scream she lets out. Her whole lower body trembles as she squirms, but she lets go for me again, and again, and again.

It really is an addiction at this point.

“I can’t,” she gasps. “Killian, please!”

Poor girl is so much stronger than she realizes, but I’m not. I can’t go another second without being inside of her so I scramble up into position and use the last of my resolve to catch my breath. “You’re not done, but I want you strangling my cock for your next one. Tell me baby, are you sensitive yet?”

I push myself inside before she can respond, barely catching the broken “yes” she whispers just as I bottom out. Her fingers are curled into fists beneath the rope keeping her tied up and at my mercy, and the way her deep red hair cascades down her back makes her look like a work of art.

My art.

“Fuck, Joey!” I reach up to grip her hair at the base and squeeze, my hips snapping harder and harder as I lose myself to my own pleasure for a while.

My entire world narrows down to this, to her and me and this ecstasy we bring each other.

I think I might die if she decides to pull away from me again. The thought of not being able to have her this way for even a day is turning me into an animal that can’t think about anything but fucking her. Owning her. “I could keep you like this if I wanted. Tied up and completely at my mercy.”

“Kill—what?” she gasps, but the way her pussy clenches and another orgasm steals her breath says it all.

I don’t think she’d hate me if I did.

She wants to be used like this, wants to be trapped and worshiped and fucked like a whore.

“Tell me I can have you whenever I want. Any time of day, I can bend you over and take what I need. Say it. Promise me.”

I tug her hair back and lean in to bite her neck, leaving a mark I’ll be able to look at for days. Her voice is wrecked as she screams my name... and then she says it. “I promise.”

Whether she means it or not, I let myself believe it. The promise has my balls tightening, but I refuse to be done.

“That’s my girl. My beautiful little captive.”

Releasing her hair, I slap down on her ass hard, gripping the rope for better leverage as I drive myself deeper. Every thrust has her squirming like she’s trying to get away, but I hold her steady until my name is falling from her lips like rain.

She’s mine whenever I want her, however I want her. If she says no, says stop or don’t or whatever else, I’ll tie her up again. She’s got a safeword.

It’s the only thing that can stop me now.

“You want more cum, Joey? Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside me,” she rushes out, digging her nails into her palms. “Fill my pussy up, baby. Come inside me.”

I probably should have waited to ask. Hearing her tell me she wants me to breed her immediately sends me over, my body tensing with that first pulse of cum, and when her cunt squeezes me in response, I can’t fight the groan that vibrates through my chest. My hands fly down to her hips and hold her still, making her take every single drop I have.

She whimpers as her belly bloats with it.

Fuck, I want to keep her like this all the time.

“Give me all of it,” she begs, eyes closed as she rocks back to milk me dry. “Every fucking drop.”

“It’s yours,” I manage to grunt out, my whole body twitching as that sated feeling flows through me.

I wasn’t a virgin before I met this woman, but I’ve also never fucked like this, which means I’ve never felt this level of relief. I didn’t even know what I was missing, all I knew was I walked away from every encounter with a hunger that never seemed to dissipate and now I can never go back to that.

Josephine Moran keeps me fed.

Reaching around her, I slide my hand along her stomach with a smile on my face, knowing it's full of my cum. I press on it just until I feel the outline of the head of my cock, then hold there as she gasps.

Her whole body is trembling for me. “Who the hell are you?” she whispers, and all I can do is chuckle.

She was right though, when she told me sex would complicate things. She was right to be nervous. Because what started as casual and just to relieve a little tension has turned into an obsession I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to turn off.

“I’m Killian Rhys Blake from Blackridge, Idaho. I was born 33 years ago on May 4th, but if you ask my dick, we’ve never felt more alive. Who the hell are you?”

I kiss her shoulder three times before standing to begin untying her. She doesn’t answer me until she’s sitting up, letting me rub the tension from her wrists. “I’m Josephine Moran, no middle name. Born 30 years ago on October 3rd in San Francisco, California, and I think I’m just now figuring out what being alive really means.”

Thank fuck I’m not alone. Maybe she doesn’t think she can love, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t just as obsessed with me as I am with her. I’ll take it.

Grinning, I lean in and kiss her deeply, loving the way she melts into it instead of shying away. Hell, maybe she wasn’t lying about letting me use her whenever I want. All I know is that until she safewords out, I’m not gonna stop.

After a few minutes I manage to pull my lips from hers, my forehead pressed to hers as we catch our breath. “Let me take care of you now.”

“Now?” she repeats, cupping my face with both hands to keep me close. “What have you been doing this whole time?”

“Learning what you need. Have I been doing alright?”

“I suppose.” There’s fear in her eyes as she nods. Not the visceral afraid-for-her-life kind of fear, but the quiet kind. The kind that suggests maybe she was wrong about some things, too. Maybe she can love, and maybe she’s terrified that I’m proving it to her. “So what do I need, Killian Rhys Blake? What have you learned about me?”

“You aren’t afraid to say what you want or need. You want orgasms without expectations, yet you struggle not to reciprocate. You know exactly how beautiful you are, yet blush when you’re complimented. You’re a strong, independent woman that wants a man to fold her like a fucking lawn chair and take away all the heaviness of the world. And after he’s done you need him — me — to show you a tenderness we don’t have to discuss. You need me to wash your body, comb your hair, and slide my hands along your skin until you fall asleep in my arms. And I’m about to do all of that.”

Her eyelids flutter, fading into a surprised blink. “I struggle not to reciprocate because there’s something irresistible about a hard cock when it’s attached to a man who actually sees me. I get more pleasure from pleasing a guy like that than I do a hundred orgasms from a guy who doesn’t.”

“Sounds like both of us want the other to feel good as much as possible. How will we ever survive it, hmm?”

I pick her up and carry her over to the bathroom, my thumb slipping inside of her pussy so I can feel my cum in there, and possession twists in my gut.

No one’s ever taken it like her. Begged for it like her. Wanted more like her. And the way she dances kisses across my neck?

Yeah, I’m fucking done for. There’s no question as to whether or not she’s going to make me fall for her.

I just have to make sure I don’t fall alone.