Locked Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet 2)

I nod my head to his cabinet. He opens the door and finds a small bowl containing the fake blood. He dips his finger in and then puts it in his mouth. “Sweet,” he says, putting it back down. “Just like you.”

I want to turn and walk away from him, but like any lovesick fool, I am trapped in all that he is.

He consumes me.

Devours me whole.

And I let him, with each and every bite, every kiss, every nibble. I let him take and take. And while I may not always complain, I know I should. I know we are wrong together, and that we shouldn’t work. Yet, somehow, we do. We work better than I could have ever imagined. Our intimacy, that is. Never have I had a partner I feel so connected to, who can read all my little moans and know exactly what I need.

As his hands touch me, I should want to step away, but it’s hard. It feels like you’re willingly tearing a part of you out, when really, it’s the one part you need the most. It’s next to impossible to do anything about it.

Standing in front of each other naked, I feel no need to hide a single thing. Or move or fidget at his stare.

“Get on your knees.”

I consider the words ‘no, you can suck your own cock,’ but I get on my knees in front of Keir anyway and look up at him through my lashes. His hand strokes my hair back before his fingers skate under my chin and lift it up. “Now, open your mouth like a good girl.”

Again I do as he says. He sticks his finger, the same one that was in his mouth when he tasted the fake blood, in my mouth and I close my lips around it. Then he pulls it out and gently pushes my head to his cock. It’s right in front of me, big and hard, and my mouth opens to take him in. He hisses and grabs my head but doesn’t push me down. I take my time circling my tongue around the head before I take him as far as I can go, my hand coming up to cup his balls.

Keir says my name, and I’ve seen him hold power in this situation before, but right now, I feel like I have all the power. I feel him match his movements to mine, and his movements tell me he’s on the verge of coming.

As I feel his balls tighten in my hand, I pull my mouth off him and back away, falling back on my ass and looking up at him. His head was tilted toward the ceiling, but now he’s looking down directly at me with fire burning in his gaze.

“I think that’s enough,” I say, wiping my lips.

He simply nods and turns to the shower, switching the faucet to on. He faces me, his hand sliding down to his cock before he wraps his fingers around it, watching me as he starts to stroke.

“Maybe you need to be taught a lesson in obedience,” he says, and my eyes drop from his eyes to his cock. I can feel myself becoming wet from just watching him. But I’m strong. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. “You look at it as if you’re hungry, starving even.” He bites off the last word. “Do you want me to make you come?” he asks and moves his hand faster.

I smirk and move from where I am on the floor. Reaching for my bag, I feel him track my movements as I pull things out.

Two can play at this game.

Pulling out my heels—the ones he got for me—I slide them on. Then I turn to fully face him. His hand is still on his cock, but it’s paused as he watches me. When he sees what I have in my hand, his hand completely drops from his cock, and he stands tall. I spread my legs right in front of him, the only thing separating us is the glass of the shower screen, as I switch my vibrator on. It starts and I place it on my clit, feeling the sensations rack through me before I slide it inside.

“Fuck.” My eyes slide away from him as my head drops back and pleasure starts to take over me. Pumping it in and out, the vibration from the clit stimulator hits all the right spots. The hand holding me up starts slipping on the tile as I sit open-legged in front of him. My legs start to shake, and I feel something warm on my clit. Lifting my head, I find him on his hands and knees, his mouth now on me. He takes control of the vibrator, pumping it in and out, his mouth devouring me like I’m his main meal, and soon to be followed by his favorite dessert.