CHAPTER 8
(JAMIE)
So my plan to get Kage’s attention hadn’t gone quite as I’d hoped. Or I suppose a better way to say it is that I hadn’t gotten past the initial idea phase of the plan, and the entire night had backfired right in my face. As we left the club and made our way quickly down the street, no one mentioned a word about what had just gone down. No one had to, I guess. We were all there, and we’d all been traumatized by it, some of us worse than others. I could still feel that man’s fingers pressed against my lips.
Once we were standing in front of a parking garage a safe distance away from the club, Kage swiped his hood off his head and snatching the beanie from Jason’s head. “All clear,” he told him. “Here’s the valet ticket. You and Steve take my car back to the hotel. There’s no backseat, so Jamie and I will walk.”
“You sure about that?” Jason asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Guess I need to get a new ride if I’m gonna do this friend thing.” He looked over at Steve, who had wandered off to lean against the exterior wall of the garage. “He doesn’t need to be walking. Take him to my place and tuck him into the guest room, then drive my car back to camp. You can come pick me up in the morning. Or you can spend the night, I don’t care.” He handed Jason a keycard. “Here’s my spare key. Use this to get the elevator to go all the way up to the penthouse floor.”
“I know,” Jason said with a subtle wink. “It’s been a while, but I haven’t forgotten.”
Jealousy flared up inside me at the thought of Jason ever having been in Kage’s apartment. I must have been glaring hard, because when I glanced over at Kage, he was smirking at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking. The problem was, Jason wasn’t done yet.
He pulled a credit card out of his back pocket and showed it to Kage, holding it up between two fingers. “You’ve got to walk past that drug store right down from the Alcazar. Could you pick me up something?”
“Sure, man. What do you need?”
Jason leaned in and whispered his order into Kage’s ear. Then he wrapped an arm around Kage’s waist and slipped the card into his back pocket. He didn’t just drop it in, though. He deliberately slid his fingers all the way down into the pocket of Kage’s jeans, and there was full palm-to-ass contact. I know, because I was standing behind Kage, and I watched the whole thing play out in slow motion. The bastard made eye contact with me the whole time he was doing it, challenging me.
I reacted without thinking, shoving Jason’s shoulder hard enough to dislodge his hand from Kage’s pocket. “Keep your fucking hands off,” I said.
Jason grabbed onto my arm just behind my elbow and dragged me around Kage and toward him. He was quick, but Kage was quicker, and before I could even register what was happening, he was between us with my arm in one hand and Jason’s in the other.
“Whoa, whoa.” Kage looked at Jason with a mixture of surprise and concern and shook his head. “Come on, man. What are you doing?”
Jason didn’t reply to Kage. Instead, he leaned around him and fixed me with a look that was borderline homicidal. “Fuck you, you little cheating bitch. You don’t deserve even one crumb of this man’s attention. He’s been training his ass off for a solid week, trying to make a name for himself so he can get out from under that psycho uncle of his. He’s gone to bed alone every night while the rest of us got laid, and then you pull some shit like this?”
My entire body shook with jealousy and rage, but dammit, everything Jason said was true. I was worthless. Kage had just saved my ass, but I didn’t deserve to be saved. He should have let those guys mess me up.
“Calm down,” Kage told Jason. “We were broken up, alright? I broke up with him the night before camp started, so he wasn’t technically cheating. I just said that because I was upset. I appreciate you having my back tonight, but the rest of it is between Jamie and me.”
Jason had a pained expression. “Kage, I don’t like somebody fucking you over like this. I don’t care if you’re gay. I mean, I already suspected that anyway. You’re the best looking guy I know, and rich as fuck, but you’ve never had a girlfriend? No rocket science degree necessary, bro.”
“But you still kept trying to get me to hook up with the girls at the house.”
Jason shrugged. “I figured if I kept on about it, eventually you’d get tired of hearing it and tell me the truth. I mean, I can’t just come right out and call you a fag. Last time I did that, I ended up in the hospital.”
“That’s how that fight started? I thought it was over Vanessa.”
“It was. You told me to stay away from her, and I said something like, Why do you care, queer boy? You ain’t hitting that. And then you clocked me.”
Kage nodded. “Oh yeah, now I remember. There was no way I was letting you near her. You were a straight-up whore in high school.”
Jason smiled proudly. “Still am.”
“That’s fine. I don’t care if you bang all of the girls in the house ten times a day. Just as long as it doesn’t interfere with training, and you quit trying to force them on me.”
“Man, you don’t understand. I was serious about you needing to get laid, because you are way too intense right now. I swear to God I was about two seconds away from offering to blow you myself.”
“Take one for the team, huh?” Kage laughed. “Trust me, I don’t need your charity blow. I could have a guy on his knees in front of me in less than an hour if I wanted. And he’d be begging to take my cock, not offering it as a favor.”
“Damn, brother.” Jason’s face went crimson. “I didn’t need that much detail. A no thank you would have been good enough.”
“No, I think you need to realize. I’m not some sexually frustrated virgin you need to help get laid. I do what I want when I want. And judging from the way you just palm-raped my ass a minute ago, and the fact that you basically just offered to suck me off, I’d bet money I could do you if I wanted. But I don’t. So let’s fucking drop it, okay?”
“Okay, chill.” Jason held up his hands in surrender. “Just get my fucking condoms, and I’ll pick you up in the morning.” He scurried away toward the parking garage, collecting Steve on the way. “Biggest box they’ve got,” he called over his shoulder.
After Jason and Steve were gone, we walked casually down the sidewalk side-by-side, as if nothing horrible had just happened. I was just counting my lucky stars that there hadn’t been a big scene, when Kage whirled on me and pushed me, nearly taking me off my feet.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded. “There is no telling what might have happened to you if we hadn’t found you when we did. If Steve hadn’t texted me.”
I sent Steve a silent thank you for being a sneaky back-stabber and kept walking, unable to look Kage in the eye.
“I’m sorry. I was just being stupid.”
“You’re damn right you were being stupid.”
“Well, you weren’t around, so…”
His eyes narrowed dangerously. “I was training. You know that.”
“You told me you were done with me. You didn’t even want to see me to get your stuff back. I didn’t know what else to do.”
His mouth fell open. “Really? And your solution was to run right out and get spit roasted by a couple of strangers?”
“Actually, the term they used was double stuffed.”
“Those motherfuckers thought they were gonna shove both their dicks up in there? Who the fuck do they think they are?” Kage turned on his heel and stomped off back toward the club, his face contorted with rage.
“Stop! Kage!” I yelled, running after him and grabbing hold of his arm. I dug in and pulled against him as hard as I could, but I was no match for his strength. My feet skittered along on the pavement behind him until eventually my legs got twisted up and I lost my balance. I hit the sidewalk full force, crying out as the gritty surface scraped the top layers of skin from my elbow.
Kage was over me in an instant, wrapping me in his strong arms, lifting me to a sitting position. He tipped my chin up and searched my face. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” I shoved his hand away and stood up, trying not to wince. “I’m good, man. Let me up.” The truth was, I didn’t want him to see how embarrassed I was. The sting on my elbow was nothing compared to pain of a wounded ego. I wasn’t sure how many more pegs I could get knocked down on the pride scale.
At least my little tumble had made Kage forget about his mission of storming back to the club and killing the guys who would have had their way with me. Or so I thought.
“Do you know who those men were?” he asked. “Did you get their names, addresses, phone numbers? Anything like that?”
“Jesus, Kage.” I brushed debris from my jeans, feeling a slight abrasion on the palm of one hand that I hadn’t noticed getting during the fall. “Could you just let it go? You already knocked one man unconscious and scared the shit out of his friend. Don’t you think that’s enough? They didn’t even get a kiss.”
At the word kiss, I saw his eyes drop briefly to my lips, and his eyes softened. I thought he would kiss me, and I could feel my lips parting in anticipation, but he didn’t kiss me. He just started walking again in the direction of the Alcazar.
“I’m sorry,” I said, so softly I had to wonder if he’d heard me. His step faltered ever-so-slightly, so I knew that he had. “I regret doing that more than you know. It’s not like I was attracted to those guys. I, uh… wanted to make you jealous.” I slipped another notch down on the pride scale. A couple more, and I’d fall completely off.
Kage wasn’t buying it, though.
“Bullshit. Try again. How were you supposed to make me jealous if I wasn’t even there?”
“Steve was there. He said he had your number and that his allegiance was with you. I was hoping he’d tell you.”
Kage grabbed me roughly by the arm. “And what would you have done if he hadn’t texted me? Would you have gone through with it?”
I looked at the ground and said nothing.
“Yes, you would have,” Kage continued. “Because you chose someone who would make sure you did. Do you realize what would have happened if I hadn’t shown up when I did?”
“They probably wouldn’t have really hurt me,” I reasoned. “It was a public place.”
He laughed and shook his head. “That’s very naive, even for you. They probably wouldn’t have done any real physical damage, but what would it have done to you inside? You don’t think ahead. All you knew is that you wanted to get back at me, and you didn’t care how.”
“That’s funny. How could that have been my goal when I know you don’t even give a shit in the first place?”
“You know.” He gave me a nasty sideways glance that rocked me to the core. “You know exactly how I feel about you, and that’s why you did this. It was a passive-aggressive attack on me, like when people are fighting, and one of them threatens suicide. They don’t want to die, but sometimes they hurt themselves just to get at the other person.”
“Jesus, Kage. What I did was a far cry from threatening suicide.”
“Maybe, maybe not. You don’t know what might have happened, and you don’t know how you would have felt afterward.” We had come to the drugstore Jason had mentioned, but before we went in, Kage pushed me to the wall just outside the door. I don’t know what I expected to see on his face, but the agony in his features was startling.
“You were supposed to go back to your life,” he said. “You’re supposed to be taking care of your mom, going out with your friends, thinking about dating girls again. You aren’t supposed to be out here in Vegas, and you sure as hell aren’t supposed to be cruising for pain.”
“Why not?” I asked, wishing I could stop myself from saying what came next. “That’s what you like, isn’t it? You said you wanted to hurt me. You hurt those other guys. The ones you meet up with.”
The expression on his face was one of unconcealed shock. “How the fuck do you know that?” he demanded.
I decided to own my indiscretion, because acting contrite about it sure wouldn’t help me now. “You left your tablet in your luggage, genius.”
“Yes. But there was a password on it.”
I didn’t respond. Just stared at him until realization dawned.
He growled in frustration, but there was a tiny smile on his lips, and lost some of their hardness. “Maybe I should be less transparent. Fuck.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked away, trying and failing to hide his shame. “So you saw all of that, huh?”
“Yeah, I did. And I saw where you met up with someone even after I got here.” My voice was weak, and I silently cursed it for giving away how much that little fact bothered me.
“Yeah? And?”
“So you can go out and be with random guys just because you’re a little frustrated, but I can’t get a pass on my stupidity tonight?”
“It’s different, and you know it. We weren’t together then.”
I pushed against him. “We aren’t together now.”
“But I told you,” he said, his voice dropping to a near growl. “I told you what I’d do if anyone touched you.”
“Yeah?” I slipped out of the tiny space he had me crowded into and headed for the store entrance. “Well, you can’t have it both ways. Either you want me, or you don’t. And if you don’t want me, then you have no right telling me what I can do with my body. Period.”
The automatic door to the store opened, and I passed through, thankful for the cool air conditioning blasting over my skin. I wandered around, waiting for Kage to catch up. He would have known how nervous I was if he’d noticed the crazy shit I was looking at on the shelves. Makeup, fake nail sets, temporary hair color… things I would never have looked at in a million years, I browsed with all the intention of a teenage girl on prom night.
“You’ve definitely been spending too much time with Steve,” Kage said as he breezed past me on the way to the back of the store. I fell in behind him, struggling to match his long, purposeful strides. He finally came to a stop on the condom aisle.
“Are you getting condoms for us?” I asked, a not-so-subtle hint at what I was hoping would happen between us.
“We don’t need condoms. I get tested regularly for fighting, and as long as you haven’t been with anyone since you started working for me, you’re clean.”
“What? How do you know?”
“Remember when you went for the company physical and they drew blood?”
My mouth dropped open. “You had me tested without telling me? Is that even legal?”
“I was raised by Peter Santori. Legal doesn’t carry the same weight for me as it does for you.”
Well, that was not the response I’d expected. There was no explanation and no apology, but his words were laden with underlying implications that I didn’t even want to begin to contemplate. I decided to change the subject.
“Why does Jason need so many condoms?”
Kage shrugged and grabbed a large thirty-six-count box. “Guess they’ve been busy out there.”
“Yeah, I saw in the photos that got backed up from your phone. You guys have really been doing some hardcore training. Somebody’s gonna pull a hamstring if you don’t watch out.”
“You just had a good time digging around in my personal shit, huh? Did it ever occur to you that it might be unethical?”
“Nope,” I lied. “When it’s hidden behind a password that includes my name, that negates any ethical concerns.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” His voice was hard, but I could tell he was ashamed that I’d seen the seedier side of his sex life. Hell, I was ashamed that I’d seen it, because it made him feel bad. And because he was right. I shouldn’t have done it.
I wanted to take away his shame, but I wasn’t sure how. All I could think to do was hold him and show him that it was okay.
I got in front of him, stopping him as he tried to leave the condom section. He made a half-hearted effort to sidestep me, but I stayed right in front of him. I wanted to put my arms around him, but he was so intimidating, so closed off. The prospect was daunting, like trying to woo a wild bear. Finally, I just went for it. I lifted up onto my toes, wound my arms around his neck, and pulled myself to him. But once I got that close, a hug just wasn’t enough. Not when I had his scent in my nostrils and felt the contours of his muscles against my body.
Summoning every bit of courage I had, I hopped up onto him, wound my legs around his waist, and covered his lips with mine. I squeezed his smooth flanks tightly between my thighs, grinding against his ripped abdominals without a care in the world.
At first, he barely responded. But when I forced my tongue between his lips, he groaned and grabbed onto my ass with one hand.
His mouth was the best thing I’d ever tasted, his lips soft and pliant against mine, taking everything I gave and giving it right back. We devoured each other, our hungry moans getting louder and more ferocious each time our lips parted and came back together.
Kage must have been as dizzy with lust as I was, because he did a little sideways hop, and when he reached out a hand to steady us, he mowed at least twenty boxes off the shelf. We broke the kiss, gasping against each other before looking down to assess the damage.
“Shit,” he said, holding back a laugh. “Guess we should pick those up.”
He slid me down his body, but even after my feet hit the floor, I couldn’t bring myself to break contact with him immediately. I buried my face in the side of his throat and breathed him in, panting like I’d just run a few miles. Then we separated and squatted to pick up the boxes that were scattered from one side of the aisle to the other. I was already giggling quietly to myself, but then I noticed that not all of the fallen boxes were condoms. There were also a few other interesting things in the mix.
I held up a package of his-and-her lube, one tingly and one hot. Kage came up with a tiny single-use vibrator, and I blew out a pent-up laugh.
“See if you’ve got any butt plugs over there,” Kage said with a straight face.
That did it. I rolled onto my back in a pile of sex condiments, pulling my knees up to my chest and giggling like a madman. A week’s worth of tension melted away as I laughed, surprising me, because I hadn’t thought I could feel that good again.
Apparently, seeing me lying on my back with my knees up tripped some switch in Kage, because he mounted me right there in the drugstore floor. He pressed up between my legs and rutted against me like he could break through our clothes and spear me. And my God, did I ever wish he could.
He had me so turned on, I didn’t even care that there were a couple of tiny box corners poking me in the back. I just did what came natural. I spread my legs wide for him and wound my legs right back around his waist where they’d been only a minute before. We were both hard by this time, and he slid his bulge deliberately against mine, making me ache and arch up into him. I’d never hated jeans as much as I did in that moment, because there were two pairs of them between us, preventing anything but the most indirect friction. I wanted full contact, needed to feel that intoxicating slow drag of skin on skin as our cocks rubbed against each other.
And then someone cleared their throat, loudly and deliberately, bringing our desperate grinding to a sudden halt.
Kage and I stared wide-eyed at each other as we came to our senses. Then we rolled quickly to our knees and tried to play it off like we’d just been picking up condoms, lubes and vibrators, a situation that was already embarrassing enough as it was. I’m sure our innocent act didn’t fool whoever it was standing at the end of the aisle watching us, but what else could we do?
Neither of us looked up at our observer while we worked, but it dawned on me for the first time that Kage, who was no longer entirely anonymous, had just been seen dry-humping another man in public. What if somebody recognized him? I reached up and flipped his hood onto his head, pulling it low enough to hide his face.
“Good call,” he mumbled.
By the time we finished picking up the items, the annoyed employee was gone. Kage grabbed the original box of condoms we had come in to buy for Jason, and we walked solemnly to the cash register at the front of the store.
The sour look on the face of the man who was ringing us up left no doubt as to his identity. He was the person who had caught us making out in the aisle floor. I tried not to laugh, but he was staring down his nose at me with an expression of utter disappointment, like Kage and I had just destroyed his faith in humanity.
I grabbed the condom box from Kage and stepped in front of him, setting it down on the counter, determined not to let the man think he had cowed us. I met his beady stare straight on and deliberately placed the box on the counter instead of his outstretched palm.
“Hey, babe.” I addressed Kage over my shoulder, leaned my elbows on the counter, and pushed back toward him. My ass teased against the tempting bulge in his jeans. “You think that’ll be enough condoms for tonight?”
Kage wrapped his fingers around my hips and squeezed. “We can always come back if we run out,” he said.
The cashier scanned the box and fumbled nervously, trying to get a plastic bag open and drop it in.
Meanwhile, Kage lowered his head to mine and said low in my ear, “You’re playing with fire pushing against me like that.”
I pushed again, and Kage smacked my ass so hard with his open palm, the shock wave sent my upper body sprawling across the counter. My arm scraped elbow bumped into the gum display, and I winced in pain. A few packs fell out onto the counter— nothing compared to the condom aisle fiasco, but embarrassing nonetheless. So much for showing the cashier who was superior.
“Um, sorry,” I said, straightening myself up and sticking the gum packs back into the display.
“That will be seventeen-twenty-nine,” the cashier said in the flattest, most annoyed voice I’d ever heard.
Kage swiped Jason’s card through the machine, then we took our bag and got out of there. When we reached the sidewalk, I opened my mouth to say something sexy or suggestive, but instead my voice came out all timid and unsure. “What are we doing?” I looked up into his shrouded face, unable to read what was there.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, pushing his hood off of his head and moving toward the Alcazar entrance. “Walking home, I guess. That’s as far ahead as I can think right now. Shit’s all fucked up, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” And I did.
The lobby of the hotel was empty except for a lone desk clerk I’d never met, but the casino sounded like it was still hopping. Kage pushed the button for the elevator and looked over at me. “You’re too fucking skinny,” he said. “You’re not getting enough calories.”
“I could say the same about you,” I countered. “You look like you’ve lost at least twenty pounds.”
“I’m supposed to be losing weight. You’re not.”
“You don’t like the way I look?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I hadn’t considered that Kage, as body conscious as he was, might not find me attractive anymore.
The elevator doors slid open, and we stepped onto the empty car. Kage hung the drugstore bag on his left wrist, stuck his key card into the Penthouse slot, and stalked me into a corner as the doors closed behind us.
“What are you—”
“Shhh…” He put a hand over my mouth, silencing me. “God, you make me so fucking hard.”
He unzipped his pants and took out his cock right there in the elevator. I glanced down at it, my breathing getting shallow and fast at the sight of it, so thick and hard. Then he bent his head to kiss me and started stroking himself. Kissing and stroking, slow and steady, entraining my heartbeat to his hypnotic rhythm. All I could do was return his kisses, licking into his mouth with slow, wet glides of my tongue. All the while, he kept claiming my mouth and stroking his cock, keeping up that deliberate rhythm.
When the elevator doors opened on the Penthouse hallway, he palmed the back of my head with his free hand and maneuvered me out. The plastic bag hanging from his wrist rustled against the middle of my back as we moved through the doors and out into the hallway. He only paused to pull his keycard from the slot. I had a fleeting thought that it would be really awkward if Kage’s uncle had been standing outside his door or something, but the hall was clear and deathly quiet.
With only minimal interruption, Kage was able to work his keycard into the door and get us into the apartment, where he promptly dropped the bag and keycard to the floor. Then, still stroking himself, he pushed me down onto my knees.
I groaned and parted my lips, wetting them with my tongue, getting ready to take his cock in my mouth. God, I had missed that thing. Missed the taste of it, the feel of it, the scent of it.
“You want this cock in your mouth?” he asked, continuing to stroke in that same maddening rhythm.
I nodded.
“Say it.”
I swallowed, feeling vulnerable. “I want it. I want your cock in my mouth. Please…”
He didn’t put it in my mouth, though. At first he only rubbed the head against my lips as he continued to stroke himself. I felt the precum slicking up my lips and darted out my tongue for a taste. I shuddered, and he slapped his dick several times against my lips hard enough to feel the sting.
Just as he was about to pull away, I lunged forward and caught it in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and slurped, a starving man with his first taste of sustenance in days. But Kage wouldn’t let me set the pace. He grabbed a handful of my hair and started working my head up and down just how he wanted it. He shoved my head down so far, I choked on it, then pulled my head back up and waited for a beat as I gasped for air. He gave me a few shallow strokes to collect myself, then pushed me back down and choked me again and again, until nothing existed but me, the cock in my mouth, and the guy who owned us both.
I loved it. When he took away my choice like that, made the rest of the world go away, it freed me up to be just as needy and depraved as I wanted to be. No, as needy and depraved as he wanted me to be, because he was the one in charge. I may not have felt entirely comfortable with taking love from Kage on my terms, but when he forced it on me, it was so easy.
“Get up,” he ordered roughly. As I stood, he pulled my shirt over my head, and as soon as it was off, I kicked off my shoes and started undoing my jeans. I shimmied out of them, pulling my socks off with them, and then I was finally naked in front of him. Just how I wanted to be.
When I was standing in front of him without a stitch of clothing on, his eyes roamed over my body like they were just seeing it for the first time. His gaze caught at my throat. A muscle in his jaw clenched, and he reached out and grasped my necklace. I thought he was going to snatch it off of me again, and I tensed instinctively, waiting for the pain. Instead, he dropped it without a word.
I felt moisture gathering in my eyes. It was really the first moment since being reunited in the club that I had been able to slow down and feel. Everything leading up had been a confused mix of anger, frustration, and lust. Then the dust settled, and it was just me and Kage and those feelings I suspected we had both been trying to run away from. Funny how in running away, we’d run right smack into each other. Now there was nowhere else to run.
But if I’d been hoping for tenderness, I was sorely disappointed. I could have wrapped myself up in his arms and happily suffocated there, but he had other ideas.
Kage walked me into his bedroom and pulled a silky black tie from his closet. It was probably expensive as hell, though I wouldn’t have known the difference. He pulled my wrists behind my back and used the tie to cinch them together. It didn’t cut of my circulation, but I doubt I would have been able to work my way out of it.
Kage grabbed my throat from behind, wrapping his large warm hand around it, but he didn’t squeeze. He only pulled me backward against his body. I could feel his strength as I leaned on him, and the jut of his hard cock at the base of my spine made me catch my breath.
I felt his fingers, cold and wet, running down between my ass cheeks. Then he started lubricating me, slowly and methodically preparing me for his cock. I clenched up in anticipation.
“Do you realize I risked my life for you earlier tonight?” he asked.
The question startled me, but I nodded. He tightened his grip on my throat and slid two fingers up inside me, making me gasp and push back on him.
“Don’t just agree with me,” he said, continuing to work his fingers inside me. “I want you to think about what you did. Because your thoughtless actions put us all in jeopardy. Me, Steve, Jason, you… even those assholes at the club. Someone could have died.”
I whimpered and tried to hang my head, realizing he was absolutely right. But God, his fingers felt good. “I’m sorry, Kage,” I said, even as I was clenching and releasing on his fingers, silently begging for more.
“Show me,” he said gruffly. “Show me you’re sorry.”
He grasped my chin and pointed my face toward the huge panorama window at the other end of the room. Then he slowly walked me over to it.
“Let’s see how willing you are to risk your life for me.” His voice was laced with menace, and it sent shivers down my spine.
He removed his fingers from my ass and pushed me toward the window.
There was a balcony on the other side of the window, but it was nearly invisible, made of some kind of clear material. Kage pushed me out onto the balcony, which was terrifying as hell. The effect was one of hovering in space over the city. The air caressed my skin, and my heart climbed up my throat and stuck there, a huge lump that no amount of swallowing could dislodge.
I was standing on an invisible balcony with my hands bound behind my back. Why was this starting to seem like a scene out of a really violent thriller?
“You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. “You can tell me to stop at any time, and I’ll stop. Got it?”
I nodded frantically, wondering if I should just go ahead and say stop.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, hoping it was true. But I must have trusted him, or else I would have already been running for the hills.
He moved in behind me and kicked my legs farther apart. Then, without preamble, he pushed up into me, his cock rigid and huge and overwhelming.
I tried to bite back the agonized cry as I felt like I was being split in two, but I failed, and it came out sounding all distorted and much louder than I could have imagined. Somehow being outside seemed to amplify everything.
My stomach quivered, and I was terrified, but I wanted Kage so much. I wanted to feel him filling me up and taking me over. And I wanted to prove to him that I would risk my life for him. Because I would. I had no choice anymore.
He wrapped one of his warm hands around each of my wrists, just above the tie that bound them, and he started moving inside me. At first it was excruciating. I was tight from fear, because my body was leaning forward, toward the balcony rail, and the only things tethering me were my feet and Kage’s hands.
For a moment, I imagined what it might be like to die that way. To be fucked out into oblivion, sailing over the City of Sin for one final, blissful moment.
It really didn’t seem like a bad way to go.
“Tell me you trust me,” he said, his voice barely controlled as he pounded into my body.
But I didn’t know if I trusted him. The truth was, it didn’t matter if I trusted him or not.
“I would die for you,” I said instead, because it was true. Trust was irrelevant. He could break my trust a hundred times, and I would still die for him.
He walked me forward a couple of steps and bent me over the top of the balcony rail, as if testing my claim. Only the tops of my shoulders and my head were floating, but the near-invisibility of the balcony gave the illusion of much more.
“I would die for you, too,” he said. “I don’t care.” And then he gave me everything he had, surging up into my body with the strength of ten men, showing me with his body what could not be said with words.
I couldn’t touch myself, but that was okay. The night had never been about finding sexual release. It was about getting back what I had lost, by any means necessary.
“Let’s come together, right here,” he said. “I want Vegas to hear you screaming my name.”
Suddenly my hands were free. Kage had released the tie and dropped it to the balcony floor, and I hurried to grab onto my dick with a hand that didn’t work quite optimally after being bound. I strained to get it to work, though, and to finish with Kage. I could feel that he was close.
He leaned over the rail behind me, his breath close to my ear, panting sweet nothings. I couldn’t tell what he was saying. It was gibberish, I think, but it was hot gibberish.
I didn’t hold back the noise, either. He’d said he wanted to hear me, and I wasn’t about to let him down. I grunted and moaned, pushing back on him, meeting his power thrust for thrust, and when we came, it was like jumping off of that balcony and free falling. Every muscle froze, time froze, and I did scream his name. It was fresh on my lips as I coated the inside of the balcony with milky white ropes of pure satisfaction.
When it was done, we staggered back into the bedroom and fell heavily onto Kage’s bed, just happy to be alive.