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Chapter Fifteen

Kinsley

Tanner has me over his shoulder as he carries me up the stairs to my bedroom. I’m only petite in height and frame but I do have curves and can’t be the lightest thing to just toss around. Yet, he lifts me like I weigh nothing over his tall, broad frame.

My mind is going a million miles a minute trying to figure out his statement from earlier ‘I’m going to spend the rest of the day showing you who you belong to’. By the way he pressed his erection into me on the couch it’s obviously sexual;Tanner is definitely not shy in the bedroom. He’s the most adventurous guy I’ve been with and I love it, which is probably why my mind is spinning. I have zero experience when it comes to the things he does to me.

Tanner sets me down in the middle of the room, then walks into the bathroom. He returns with a hairbrush and a hair tie. Well I wasn’t expecting this. He sits down on my reading chair in the corner and puts a pillow on the ground between his feet.

“Come and sit down,” he murmurs softly.

“What?” Is all I can manage, my feet stuck. He has completely thrown me off guard here.

His laughter fills the room. “I just want to get your hair out of your face, c’mon, sit.”

Walking over to him I sit down on the pillow. My hair is still damp from my earlier shower and I’ve already run the brush through so it shouldn’t be hard for him to do whatever it is he wants to do. I assumed he would chuck it up in a ponytail or a bun on top of my head, but in true Tanner Hayes style he blows my mind. My gorgeous, moody landlord is French Braiding my hair.

The act alone has my heart cracking open for him. I can’t even remember the last time someone did my hair for me. After Dad disappeared, Mum wasn’t very present. Kyle tried to help me, but what does an eleven year old boy know about doing girl’s hair? Over those two years, he did get pretty good at doing piggy tails though.

I didn’t even realise Tanner had finished until he spoke. “Beautiful,” he says. “Why don’t you stand up, and get undressed.”

Doing as he instructs, and turning to face him, he bends slightly to kiss my forehead. “I’ll be back in a second.” And with that he disappears back down stairs.

I’m standing in front of the floor-length mirror, admiring the French Braid in my hair when I feel him behind me, his touch sending tingles to my core.

“How — I mean where did you learn to do this?” I ask. There is something deeper behind his eyes, as if the question has caught him off guard, there is something there he doesn’t want to share. But if he wants me to be his, that also means he’s mine.

After a moment, he gently brushes off my question. “I’ve had a lot of practice. I have a younger sister, her name’s Emma.” I know there is more to it and I guess I will get him to open up eventually so I don’t push him further. He drops his bag on the floor, allowing him both hands free to spin me around to face him. Slowly his eyes drag up my body. If only I knew what he was thinking right now.

“We need to fix that,” he says, almost to himself and he reaches down to get something out of his bag.

“Fix what?” I ask, unsure what he is referring to.

“You’re too in your head Kins. I need you to be focused on what you are feeling, not what you’re thinking.”

God, if only he knew how right he was. I’ve been using his body as an escape from my mind this whole time. A black piece of fabric is placed over my eyes and it takes away my vision. Now that I can’t see, when he speaks, his voice is all I can focus on. My body hums in anticipation for what it will be like when he touches me.

“Kins you have no idea how much I love watching you, so this is more for you than it is for me.” I can feel his hands on my hips as he whispers against my neck, “Your eyes turn almost golden when you come and it’s my favourite sight to see. But, I have forever to look you in the eyes whilst you come, so I can give up this one day.”

‘Forever’. He said that, right? Surely it wasn’t just my heightened senses and emotions running wild. My breathing picks up. I need him to keep touching me, to keep me in the present with him, to keep me out of my head. All of a sudden his hands are no longer on me and music fills the bedroom, S ilence by Marshmello plays before Tanner takes my hands leading me forward.

“Climb up onto the bed and lie down on your stomach for me.”

I place my hands out in front of me and sure enough I’m standing at the edge of the bed. I do as he says, lying down on my stomach whilst I can hear him sorting through his bag. The bed dips from his weight and Tanner takes my hands, securing them behind my back. I wiggle at the discomfort of the position it puts my shoulders in. Not only has he taken away my ability to see but now I can’t use my arms or hands.

“I’m going to roll you over now,” Tanner says. My weight presses down on my arms that are tied behind my back as he turns me.

“Okay, now spread your legs for me.”

I let my knees fall to the side and feel him shift his weight. I can sense him sitting between my legs. “I can already see how wet you are, Pip, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

I moan, if I had the use of my hands they would be wrapped around his neck pulling him down on top of me.

“I n-need –” My words falter; the suspense isn’t like anything I have experienced before.

“You need, what?”

“You,” I say breathlessly, trying to find my words. “I need you to touch me.”

The warmth of his mouth against my thigh sends me wild as he kisses up the inside of my leg, stopping just before I think I’m going to get a release. I need him to continue to touch me, I lift my legs in an attempt to place them over his shoulders but he stops me.

“Tanner, please,” I beg

“We have all day to play.” He drags out the ‘all’ and I can almost hear the smile on his face. “You might be begging me to touch you now, but by tonight you will be screaming my name and begging me to stop. Now, keep your legs down on the bed or I’ll have to tie those up too.”

He is driving me insane. Is it possible to orgasm without being touched? The way he’s talking to me, the feeling of my arms being trapped underneath me and not being able to see – I think it might be.

“You’re going to have three orgasms for me before you get to squeeze my cock with that pretty little pussy, Kinsley. Do you know why?”

I shake my head, but clearly it’s to teach me something. If in his mind this is a punishment, I won’t let him know that the thought of him teasing me and repeatedly bringing me to orgasm, turns me the hell on.

“Hmmm. If you stop using your words, I might need to make it four.”

“I — uh, no I don’t know.” It’s getting harder to speak with the intensifying feeling of an impending climax.

The room falls silent as the song changes and a subtle buzz sounds. A vibrator? Dipping a finger inside of me, he hums before he replaces his finger with the vibrator.

“This first one is to remind you that if you are going to drink enough to be hungover, you are going to let me look after you.”

I expect him to touch me, kiss me, give me something, but he just leaves me lying here and lets the vibrator bring me to my climax. It’s honestly a wave of relief with all the built up suspense, and I moan his name as the orgasm trails off.

“Good girl.Now for number two. This one is to remind you who you need to call when you’re in trouble.”

Before I can even contemplate the meaning behind his words, the vibrator disappears and my body slumps against the mattress, craving the blissful come-down after the high. I savour every second knowing full well what is about to come. Something cool and smooth replaces the vibrator, Tanner gently glides it inside of me finding his own torturing rhythm. A second orgasm builds, even though my body has barely recovered from the first.

I’m already beginning to second guess my earlier thoughts of this not being a punishment. I wonder if anyone has ever suffered from death by orgasm? My thoughts are quickly distracted by him pinching and tweaking my nipple. “Mmm — yes, that feels so good,” I moan as he takes my nipple into his mouth, the pleasure finally explodes and I’m coming again. The high lasts for so long; I don’t think I’m ever going to come down again.

“I get it Tanner, I’ll call you .” I’m breathless now, the desire to touch him is too strong to ignore. “No more, not like this.”

“Yes. You can do it, one more. This one is to remind you who you belong to.”

“I c-can’t, Tanner please, n-not again – I’m yours ”

He doesn’t relieve me though, instead he slips something small and round inside of me before his weight disappears off the bed. I’m left not knowing if he is even in the room or not, I wiggle on the bed, my body still craving his touch – is she unaware that we were already blessed with not one but two orgasms? Greedy thing.

A low buzz comes from whatever he slipped inside me, stirring the desire deep within me. My third orgasm rolls through me like a wave pulling me back under again. Trapping me under water, as wave after wave crashes over me; I need to come up for air. As I come down from my high the little buzzing ball is removed. I try to wiggle my fingers but I think they’ve gone numb. My body defies my mind’s exhaustion by wanting more, needing more. It must be, because Tanner is yet to really touch me.

He rolls me over onto my stomach and the relief I feel is instant, pins and needles rush through my arms in this new position. Just as I get comfortable I feel his hands on my hips, lifting me up onto my knees and pulling me back towards the edge of the bed. His warm naked body presses against me and I nuzzle my face into the mattress in anticipation. Tanner thrusts into me slowly, I try to rock back against him but without the use of my arms it’s not an easy task.

“More,” I beg, it’s all I can vocalise and thankfully he obliges, moving faster and thrusting harder, whilst holding me in place. I climax at the same time that he finds his own release. It’s exactly the way he told me it would be, me screaming his name and begging him that I can’t take any more.