Page 15 of Stripping Keys (Devil’s Riot MC Tennessee #6)

CHAPTER TWELVE

MARLA

Oh my.

Words don’t describe the sensations swamping me right now. With my eyes covered, I have to rely on the rest of my senses to be able to get through this.

I thought sex with Keys would be great, but I didn’t think it would involve my being chained to his bed. My first reaction was to scream and tell him to let me go, then get out of there, but then he asked if I trusted him.

Keys is one of the few I know I can trust without a doubt. He’d be there for me, no questions asked, if I needed him to. It was a simple revelation that hit me at his question. I knew the answer before the thought fully evolved in my head.

With his mouth on me, driving me nuts, there’s no keeping the cries from my lips. Using his fingers and tongue, he takes his time using them slowly. Oh, so slowly. I wish I could move my legs or even my hands. My fingers itched to be able to dive into his hair and hold him to me.

I become lost in his touch, consumed by the need for more. The way he fucks me with his tongue is more than I thought possible. I want to plead for him to fuck me.

If I thought that my begging would get him to give me what I want, I’d be doing just that. Instead, I was breathing, gasping, panting, needing more, but not giving in to crying out my pleas for more.

I feel Keys pull back only for something cold to press against me.

“Kyan,” I gasp.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you,” he coos. “Your pussy is beautiful. Bet it’s gonna be even more so taking this vibrator.”

Oh God.

He presses the toy inside me ever so slowly. It feels good, torturous even.

The instant the vibrations start up, my body jolts and bucks against my restraints. I never used a vibrator before. My fingers, yes. Toys, no. I haven’t even been with a man. Not willingly.

Keys moves the vibrator inside me like he was working himself. I could feel my walls clinching around the toy—the feeling of it driving me wild.

The same coldness touches my ass, causing me to suck in a breath.

“Trust me, Marla,” Keys murmurs. “Just breathe for me. Relax and breathe.”

I do my best to do just that, but it’s not easy. Keys probes my back entrance with a finger while working the vibrator inside me. The pressure of his finger pressing in past the ring is a mixture of pleasure and pain all in one. Long moments later, he adds a second finger.

By the time he gets a third finger inside my rear, I can feel the sweat drenching my body. Between the vibration and his fingers in my ass, I feel myself spiraling, and I haven’t even had the first orgasm yet.

It’s all been about his touch. The gentleness of it all is nearly as overwhelming as the rest of it.

He’s all I feel. All I sense.

“Kyan, please, I want you. I want you inside me.”

“You’ll get me, Marla, soon enough.” The way those words hit my ears so gruff, I wish I could see his face to know if he was affected as much as I am by what he was doing to me.

“But . . .”

The feel of his lips against mine stops me from finishing my sentence.

“Soon enough, baby. Just keep feeling what I’m doing to you,” he murmurs. His lips brush mine with each word.

Those lip brushes send even more pleasure through me. How is that even possible?

Keys draws back, and the movement of both his fingers and the vibrator picks back up pace, driving me more insane.

“You’re so beautiful, Marla. Just the sight of you like this has me ready to blow and I haven’t even gotten my cock out yet. Think I’m gonna have to rectify that.”

I whimper at the loss of his fingers and the vibrator.

“Before I do that, though, we’re gonna do one more thing,” he remarks, his breath against my stomach.

Oh my.

My whole body feels like just the simplest thing will cause me to shatter.

I can hear plastic being ripped open and a cap opening. A moment later, coldness presses at my rear once again. But it’s not his fingers pushing in.

“I’m putting a plug in your ass, baby. Tonight, I’m taking all of you, and this will get you ready for me in a way my fingers couldn’t.”

My breathing grows more ragged with each small amount he pushes into me. It’s a pain that is more pleasurable than hurtful. I want to push down on it, but I can’t move. Can’t get closer.

“Such a pretty view,” Keys states when the plug pops into place. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your pussy, baby, and when I do, you’re gonna come screaming for me.”

“Yes,” I breathe, wanting to do just that.

“You on the pill?”

The question throws me for a moment, but I nod. I was on the pill, but not because of sex. I was on it for my period. The doctor told me that it would help, so it’s something I’ve been on for years.

“I’m gonna fuck you without anything between us. I want to feel you on my cock, not through a condom. You good with that?”

“More than good with it,” I blurt.

“Good.”

He rewards me with a kiss that involves his tongue devouring my mouth just as he had earlier. I could taste myself on his tongue. It’s intoxicating, and I want to keep kissing him forever.

A whimper leaves my lips when he pulls away. I wasn’t ready for him to stop kissing me.

I feel Keys shift on the bed. I don’t have to wait long before I feel him between my legs, his cock pressing into me.

“I want to see you,” I whisper, the sound of my voice even to my own ears seems wobbly.

“Not yet.” It sounds like he’s gritting his teeth when those two words leave his lips.

Keys moves inside me, thrusting ever so slowly. I want him to go faster, but I’m unable to say so.

Tears burn my eyes, and my breath hitches. Frustration burns inside me. I’m ready to scream from it when Keys pulls completely from me, only to thrust home, his cock filling me entirely.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby, you feel so damn good,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up to pinch one of my nipples.

“Kyan,” I cry.

“That’s right, Marla, I want you screaming my name as I fuck you.”

Keys pulls back and slams inside me again, this time starting a powerful rhythm that sends me spiraling into the abyss of something remarkable.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Nothing else matters in this moment but him inside me. He completes me in this moment. I’m a part of him, and he’s a part of me.

Keys rocks my world in a way I never thought was possible.

Orgasm after orgasm, I lose count. The last one that hits me, I cry out weakly from the intensity of it. My voice cracks from the amount of screaming I’ve done.

“Fuck, Marla.” Keys snarls, his cock twitching and pulsing inside me. I could feel him coming, his release spurting inside me, coating my inner walls.

Long moments later, Keys lets out a heavy breath and lowers himself. A second passes, and he slides the blindfold from over my eyes.

I meet his eyes and see the lust burning in his.

“Ready for more?”

“More?” I didn’t completely understand. Was he ready to go again already?

“Yeah, baby, more. We’re nowhere near done.” He grinds himself into me, drawing a moan from my lips.

Before I can answer, he kisses me deeply. I guess my moan was answer enough.

I want him, and I’m taking what I want. Even I’m taking without being about to touch him in this moment.

I’ll take him as I can in this moment. At least until I’m released from my restraints.

Then I’ll do all the touching I want to do.

Though, I don’t think he’s going to let me get that chance.

Not for a while, maybe not any time tonight.

Honestly, it didn’t matter. I know I’ll get my chance. Right now, I’m in heaven. I never knew pleasure could feel like this. It’s a pleasure I know I’ll grow addicted to. Without my fix of Keys, I might perish from my need for him.