Consequences of Deception (23 page)

Before I can take the key and go, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against him. I let out a little moan when his mouth covers mine and he lays a brief but incredibly hot kiss on me.

Letting me go, he smacks my ass and whispers, “Dripping,” before giving me the key fob and letting me go.

I am a deep purple shade of embarrassment as I walk out of the store to the car. I hope that no one notices that my nipples are so hard that they’re visible through my tank top and the built in bra within it. I’m so turned on right now that we don’t even need the toys—if he wants to bend me over the car and fuck me, in full view of the good people shopping in the sex store of Pensacola, I’ll be more than tempted to let him.

I’m so hot and bothered that when I get in the car I crank the air conditioning and fan myself in an effort to cool down. His instruction is for me to be dripping, and even if I cool off a little bit, that’s not going to be an issue.

I breathe a sigh of relief when he comes out of the store, laden with bags. He makes quick work of getting them into the trunk before sliding into the driver’s seat. Not wasting any time, he looks over at me, giving me a look that makes my pussy quiver.

“Is it wet?”

I nod like a bobble head, something that makes him chuckle. Pulling away from the sex shop, he starts the journey back to the condo. Not even thirty seconds later, he looks over at me.

“Take off your skirt, peel off your panties, lay your seat back and make yourself come.”

I’m so wet that I don’t even care anymore if anyone sees me. In one move I shimmy out of my skirt and my panties before reclining the seat. Looking over at him, I whimper with need. “I want you to do it.”

Shaking his head, he lets out a growly sound of pure sex. “Princess, get your fingers down into that beautiful heat and show me how you used to make yourself come before I made you mine. Don’t even think about being embarrassed either. I love this—and I
need
to watch you fuck yourself. Don’t be gentle, baby. Fuck that tight pussy with your fingers. I want to hear you when you come.”

Sliding my fingers down into my pussy, I moan when I feel just how wet I actually am. Dripping is almost an understatement of epic proportions. My hips buck as I set up a pace and begin to circle my clit, spreading my arousal around.

“Fuck, princess… you’re soaked. I want you to fuck your fingers. Get them inside you and pretend that they’re my cock.”

Sliding my left hand down, I slip two fingers into my pussy and start thrusting them in and out. Lifting my legs, I set my feet on the dashboard to anchor myself while my hips lift up and down to meet my fingers as I fuck myself.

“Jesus… FUCK. Sloane… you are the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. Fuck it, baby, make that pussy feel so good. I would kill to have my tongue buried inside of your wet cunt right now. You taste so fucking good and you come so fucking hard when I fuck you with my mouth. You get so wet and I love the way you taste, like a ripe, juicy peach. So sweet and perfect.”

I am not fucking myself gently now—I am full out pounding my fingers in and out as I circle my clit firmly. Even with the air conditioner on, I am hot and sweating. My pussy is on fire and something about doing this in front of him is making me crazy.

“Princess… when we get back to the condo, I’m going to use the suede flogger on your ass and your tits before I fuck you. After I’ve fucked you and made you come so many times that you beg me to stop, you’re getting on your knees. Remember when I told you that someday my dick would be hitting the back of your throat and you’d be begging me with your eyes to come down it? Today is that day. I’m coming in that hot fucking mouth of yours and you, baby, are going to swallow. Every. Drop.”

His words send me over the edge and I yell his name as I come, soaking my fingers with my release. I gasp for air as I start to come down, and just when I have myself under control, Killian pulls my fingers out of my pussy, brings my hand to his face and sucks the two fingers I was just fucking myself with, into his mouth.

When he finishes sucking and licking my fingers, he growls at me to put my skirt back on and give him my panties. I maneuver around to put the skirt back before handing him the underwear, and I let out a groan when he puts them into the pocket of his cargo shorts.

“These,” he says, “are mine now. Consider them my reward for keeping us on the road and alive while you put on that show for me. My dick is so hard, I’m surprised I was able to concentrate.”

We laugh like two idiots as we’re pulling into the resort, and as soon as he’s got all the bags from the trunk, we head for the condo. As we get out of the elevator and walk to our door, I’m a jumble of nerves. I want this, I do, but I’m scared shitless too.

Once we’re through the door, Killian sets the bags down on the table before turning and taking my hand. “It’s okay, princess.”

I smile shyly, feeling like a dork. Am I really so obvious that he can tell that I’m a little freaked out right now? Pulling me to him, he kisses me softly but deeply. When he sets me back from him, I’m breathless.

“Princess, it’s natural to have nerves but I promise that you don’t need to worry about anything. I’ll never take you anywhere that you can’t go. Go take your clothes off and lay on the bed. I’ll be right there.”

Following his instructions, I head into our bedroom and get undressed before reclining on the pillows and waiting for him. When he walks in, I lose my breath. He’s naked, rock hard, and incredibly beautiful.

I’m so busy watching his body that I don’t pay attention to what he’s setting on the end of the bed until he gestures to it. “Do you still want it to hurt?”

This is it… my chance to chicken out and say no. Looking up into his eyes, I see the fire that is burning inside of him. My decision is immediately clear.

“Yes. I still want it to hurt.”

Killian works fast, and in no time flat I am on my knees, handcuffed to the headboard and blindfolded. I have a moment of jealousy that he’s so adept at this because I know that it means he’s had plenty of practice, but I remind myself of what he said to me earlier, about me being different, and I am able to brush it off.

I can feel the bed shifting under me as he moves around, and I let out a little gasp when he speaks right next to my ear. “Are you ready, princess?”

“Yes.”

My body tenses in anticipation of the first blow, but instead of being struck with one of the toys he bought, I am treated to what feels like several feathers tracing their way across my skin. The feathers skate across my shoulder blades, down the center of my back, over each of my buttocks and then down my right leg and up my left. I wiggle and moan when he swirls the feathers up the inside of my left leg, and the sensation causes me to clench my inner muscles. I wait for the feather to run up the inside of my other leg, and I startle when a blow comes out of nowhere against my ass.

Whatever he’s using stings, but doesn’t necessarily hurt. There is pain, but it is drowned out by the pleasure of it. I find that I am almost as turned on by the sound of the smack against my ass as I am by the actual sensation. He alternates where each hit lands, and I realize that this is so I don’t get too sore.

“You’re getting red and your pussy is so wet I can see the shine of it. I love that this turns you on. Tell me what you like about it.”

Groaning, I search for the words. “The sound and the sweetness of the sting.”

He chuckles at that before striking the underside of my sex, and I scream out loudly because I can’t keep my reaction contained. One more hit like that and I’ll come.
Hard
.

“Jesus, Sloane, you’re on fire. I’m going to turn you over now.”

After undoing the cuffs he turns me over, positions me where he wants me, and then re-cuffs me. I’m thinking that he will slowly warm me up the way he did on the other side, but he doesn’t do that at all. I yell out when something hits my right breast, and I know that it’s a flogger because there are many tassels. Over and over the hits come. On my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, and finally between my legs. No hit is more than I can take and I am arching and pleading with him to make me come.

I feel him positioning himself over me and I whimper as he spreads my legs and has me wrap them around his waist. The first thrust is heaven on Earth, and I hold on as tightly as I can with my legs, since my arms are out of commission.

Having him over and deep inside of me, without being able to hold him or see his face, is far more intense than I would have thought. His scent and the warmth of his body surrounds me, and I whimper as he thrusts in and out at warp speed.

“Fuck, princess, you’re goddamn tight!”

The slap, slap, slap of skin against skin fills the room, and it’s quite a turn on. I am now loudly begging him to go harder and come inside of me, and when he starts gently working my clit with two fingers, I shatter into a million tiny pieces.

I am expecting him to follow right away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps right on thrusting, fucking me deep and hard, like he may never stop. My entire body is lit up, every inch of me alive with sensation, causing me to gasp and scream as he pounds into me.

It’s never been harder or more intense than the way that he’s fucking me right now, and I worry that the surrounding neighbors will be banging on our door, any minute now, to ask what the hell is going on in our bedroom. The iron headboard is slamming into the wall so hard that I’m wondering if the wall will still be smooth when we’re finished but honestly, as good as it feels, I’m not going to care.

I let out a loud scream when he starts rubbing my clit again, and in no time at all, I am coming. This orgasm is so intense that my legs are locked around his waist, my back is arched, my toes are clenched, and I’m gasping for air and seeing stars behind my blindfold.

“Fuck! God… Dammit!!
Killian
! I’m… agghhh!”

I’m just coming down when he pulls out, and I cry out in disappointment because I love having him inside of me.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

After giving what I hope is a sultry smile, I open my mouth and wait for him to slide his cock into it. Instead, I hear the clear sounds of him jerking himself off furiously. Seconds later, I feel spurt after spurt of his release decorating my cheeks and my lips before he finally slides the head into my mouth and orders me to suck, gently, until he finishes coming. I follow his instructions perfectly, swallowing every drop and loving the sounds he makes as I do.

“Sloane… fuck, Sloane. Goddammit! So good, baby. So good. You’re so beautiful with my come on your face, princess.”

After he finishes, he takes the handcuffs and my blindfold off. I moan softly as he curls up next to me and gently rubs at my wrists for a few minutes as we both get our bearings.

I am sated in a way that is indescribable, and I float on a happy cloud as I close my eyes and drift off.

I wake up some time later to Killian lifting me off the bed. “Wake up, princess. We both passed out and you’ve got dried come all over your face. We need to shower right away. Sorry about that, babe. I meant to clean it off.”

I laugh, because it’s funny. I’m learning a whole new way of life with Killian, and things that would have grossed me out before are now totally fine—not to mention being turn-ons. Who knew?

“I am so glad that you’re not freaking out about the come, princess. It’s actually a real fucking turn on to see you branded with me on your face.

I smile and shake my head at him, no words needed. He is gentle and sweet in the shower, washing me from head to toe before handing me the body wash to do him. I leave not an inch untouched, and by the time I am finished, he is squeaky clean and hard as a rock.

Pushing at my shoulders, he guides me down onto my knees. “I told you earlier that today was the day for me to watch you beg me with your eyes to come in your mouth and I meant it. Suck me, princess. Make me come.”

With a happy heart and no hesitation, I do.

We’ve spent the most amazing ten days enjoying Pensacola together, and I don’t remember the last time that I was this happy or content. I haven’t asked about Stephen and I don’t know when I will. Right now, I’m too busy enjoying Killian to deal with what Stephen has done.