CHAPTER 12 – KYLE

Kyle stared down the front of his pants, to Angeline’s hand wrapped around the outline of his swollen cock, growing harder under her touch. He wanted to laugh, to knock her hand away and say something teasing, but that look in her beautiful hazel eyes, fuck. He was helpless. That look, it wasn’t just the usual surprise at how thick his dick was, no it was something more.

No. He had to get it together. Whatever weird thoughts he was imagining running through her head, he knew it wasn’t real. The beer was letting him get a bit too creative. Yeah. Right. The whole big, fat, singular beer they’d each had. Sure.

Fuck. He had to take back control. This was his routine; no way was he going to let someone else choreograph it. He reached down and snatched her hand, prying her hot fingers off the length of his cock.

“No touching,” he grinned, pulling her hand vexingly close to his abs.

A little whimper of protest buzzed behind her lips.

Geez, why did that sound make him melt? She had him feeling all gooey like the goddamn butter. Butter. Some safe-word.

This sure was a hell of a lot easier when it was some random chick in a bar, or the odd, wet-pantied Salamander out on patrol. He needed to get it together. He needed to lock it down. What he really needed, was to tie her up.

With one hand, he jerked Angeline’s palms together and held them firmly in place. Snatching the rope off the nightstand, he quickly, deftly, twisted a couple knots around her wrists.

She gave him a subtle smirk as if to challenge him. He tugged at the knots. Just to be sure, she was strong as hell after all. If she pulled a Houdini in the heat of it, his dick would deflate lickity split.

He gazed down. Should he tie up more than just her wrists? His eyes drifted down over her smooth, honey skin. Okay, okay, maybe dick deflation wasn’t a thing he had to worry about around her. He’d just make sure the rope was extra tight.

 He gave it another good tug to increase the tension. As her bonds tightened, so did his pants.

She noticed.

Nope. Can’t let her see the effect she’s having. Kyle scooped one arm beneath her, the other hand grabbing the binds and flipped her over, back onto all fours. He yanked down her panties and stood back.

Her sweet gasp of surprise sent a little shiver straight to his groin making him somehow even harder.

He stared down, mesmerized by the candlelight flickering off the soft flesh of her ass. Goddamn she really did look like an angel. The pads of his fingers ached, every part of him begging him to just reach out and sink his thumbs into the meat of her round cheeks. “There’s a penalty for touching.”

He paused for a second then laughed silently at his choice of words. Was he informing her of her punishment, or was it a warning to himself? Unintentionally clever.

He snagged the riding crop, dragging the warm leather across his palm. Then he closed his fist and squeezed the handle tight, hoping to release some of the ridiculous stress that was piling up inside him. What was he doing? Getting down and dirty was supposed to relieve stress, not cause it. He just had to focus.

Drawing one knee up to the mattress, he slid his fingers into her thick, wild hair. He leaned forward and buried his face in her locks, inhaling deep. Wet grass and honey, with a hint of tangy, earthy salt from days in the field. Goddamn delicious.

A sweet groan drifted from her lips as he gently tugged her head back further, exposing the soft skin of her neck. He slipped his hand from her hair down her collar, thumb brushing along her throat. His fingers closed slightly, just enough to hold her in place, but light enough to where she wouldn’t bruise.

Apparently, the pressure was just right. The fucking Goldilocks of caresses. He could tell by the look in her eyes, by the deepened tempo of her breath. He watched her beautiful face as he slowly brought the riding crop to her back, tendrils trailing over the tops of her pert ass cheeks and down over the backs of her thighs.

The flames from the candles reflected in her big golden eyes, illuminated with want.

Time to give her a taste. “Ready for your punishment?”

She nodded.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he cracked a snap across the smooth skin of her ass.

She bucked against his hand at her throat, a hiss whistling over her teeth.

Her lips parted, pupils dilating, rounder, darker. Angelface liked.

Kyle smirked and went back for a second.

She jerked again, this time with a little squeal. Her long fingers twisted in the sheets as she angled her ass a little higher, wordlessly begging for more.

He gave her one more crack then released his grip on her neck. Swinging around on his knees, he placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her face to the sheets, her ass rising in opposite tandem.

He leaned back and admired her shape, the curve of her back from nape to base, her head resting against the mattress, her lower-half ready, exposed.

Was it hard for her to lay like this, vulnerable? Captain brain all switched off? Well, if it was, she sure as hell wasn’t acting like it. Though what he had in mind next… that just might bring out the safe-word.

He shifted around, away from her head, and sat back on his knees behind her. His chest rose with a deep, sharp breath at the sight of her. Pink and silky. He had to see more.

He grabbed at the fabric of her panties pooled around her knees and tugged.

She cooperated, lifting her legs one at a time. He slid them down her calves, over her feet, and dropped them on the floor.

As soon as they hit the ground he wrapped one large hand around her thigh and peeled her legs apart. He could barely contain the deep fire that flared within him at the sight of her, the scent of her.

…Now he just needed the taste of her. It wasn’t the move he’d had in mind, but suddenly, an unrelenting hunger pounded through him. He shifted forward and gripped her ass tight, spreading her gently as he dipped his head forward and flicked his tongue over her clit and up to her entrance… fuck was she sweet.

Her glorious hips bucked into his hands as she pressed back against his tongue, moaning at the feel of his mouth.

He continued to savor her, lapping up her candied flavor. He had no idea a woman could taste so delicious. It’s not that he’d rarely performed this act, no, it was rather that when he did, he’d been so drunk he’d never really paid attention. Were they all this mouthwatering or was the Captain something special?

Her legs buckled, and he felt it. She came against his tongue, hard. She whipped her head around, tangled hair raining down her back. Her voice dropped low, commanding, “Fuck me, now.”

His dick twitched, swollen and willing. But his head, or his ego, really, that part of him would not be indulging her demands. Not yet. He pulled back and slid off the bed, palming the riding crop.

He clicked his tongue. “Ohhh, so eager little Captain.” He cocked his head, smirking as she groaned in frustration. “Face forward.”

She grudgingly turned away from him, kicking the tops of her feet on the mattress. Squirming. Good.

He lifted the riding crop and placed his other palm over it. A warm, controlled flame shot from his hand, wicking around the whip’s handle. The leather curled gently, shrinking tighter around the metal hilt underneath. Kyle closed his fist around the flame, snuffing it out. He pressed the warm handle to the inside of his wrist. Perfect.

He laughed softly to himself as he gazed down between Angeline’s thighs once more. “You’re forgetting I don’t do well with authority, Captain. You won’t be getting a piece of me until I’m ready. Until you’re begging.”

Leaning forward, one knee on the bed, he slid his thumb down her slick entrance. “You forget, little Captain, your title means nothing in here. Your demands will be punished.”

He placed the tip of the whip handle between her lips and slid it inside her.

A ragged gasp slipped over her tongue as she pushed back against his makeshift shaft.

He plunged it deeper.

A little whimper danced in her throat. She arched her neck and gazed back at him, giant eyes glossed with helpless lust.

Rocking his wrist, he watched her pupils dilate as he began to pump the hilt in and out. He knew his eyes were shifting too, mirroring hers.

Her breathing hitched, chest rising and falling in heavy, crazed pants.

As he watched her glide up and down the thick leather handle, his other hand dropped to the front of his pants, squeezing. This was harder than he thought.

As her breath deepened, mounting, he found the tension in his own body ratcheting up, just as intense.

He gritted his teeth, watching her skin flickering in the candlelight. Soft, glowing skin. Skin he needed to feel beneath him, against him, surrounding him.

Her hips slammed back, fingers twisting tighter in the sheets. Her lips parted, and she uttered one word.

His name.

“Kyle.”

He’d never heard anything sound so fucking sweet. His name. He’d never heard a woman say it. And in that moment, he felt like she was the only woman he ever wanted to hear it from again.

It was too much.

A fervent heat swelled in his chest. He was done tormenting Angeline, and himself. He had to have her.

An urgent buzz pulsed under his skin, he tried to hold himself back, but it took everything he had to stay in control. His hands shook as he slid the crop handle out of her and tossed it aside. He dug his fingers into her thighs and flipped her onto her back.

Her beautiful amber stare flared, peering up at him in satisfied surprise, a small smile tugging at her perfect lips.

He let out a helpless groan and climbed on top of her, forearms quivering, as he shoved down the hem of his pants. His pulsing cock sprang out and settled against her, begging for permission.

Kyle lifted his gaze to Angeline’s.

She wrapped her arms, still bound, around his shoulders and nodded.

Then he pressed inside her and surrendered.