Devastated

Chapter Twenty-Three

Kimani looked at him tentatively. Maybe she thought he was going to punish her. Ben let her think that for now. In the right doses, fear could serve to enhance the senses.

Climbing onto the bed, he pulled her down and tied the rope to the bars of the headboard.

“Still taking my offer not to use your safety word?” he asked as he gently massaged her breast. “Ten thousand dollars will buy brand-new courts and then some.”

“What do you have in mind?” she replied. “I don’t want my nipples getting burned with electricity.”

“We’ll work up to that.”

She frowned, not liking his joke.

He reached over to the bedside table where he had placed a ball gag. “This’ll help if you’re worried you might need the safety word.”

She stared at the gag, then at him, probably wondering whether or not to trust him. He hadn’t made it easy. She knew he was capable of wicked things, so she would have to trust that he would take her to her limits but not past them. So far in their play, he had done just that, but the past wasn’t a perfect predictor of the future.

Or maybe she was willing to sacrifice her body for a neighborhood in need, willing to be a martyr. That would make him feel like an even bigger

asshole. But he’d make it up to her.

“It’s up to you,” he said. “You could walk out of here with a childcare center and new basketball courts.”

It sounded preposterous. He had never negotiated sex before, but with Kimani, he found himself doing things he never expected to.

She pursed her lips. “I’ve got to trust that you’re going to come through.”

“You do,” he said tenderly, then changed his tone, not wanting to sound too soft. “You’re actually getting quite the deal, pet. I’ve got other ways of getting you to do what I want.”

She glared at him. “Fine. Give me the damn gag.”

Maybe she felt she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, but the possibility that she did trust him meant a lot. He slid the ball between her lips and secured the leather strap about her head. He sat back. No mouth could look hotter.

He rubbed various parts of her and planted kisses upon her breasts, belly, and thighs. With the gag in her mouth, taking away her primary form of communication, her eyes appeared even larger. They watched his every move.

After worshipping the landscape of her body, he lay beside her and caressed her between the legs. She was very, very wet. He rolled his thumb over her clit and noticed how her breath changed. After toying with her clit, he slid his digits over her slit, teasing her but not entering until it seemed she wriggled her hips in invitation. He sank a digit into her wet heat, then two. Curling his fingers, he felt the roof of her pussy. She moaned as he strummed the raised area. He pushed down on her pubic bone, collapsing the vagina about his fingers. She tried to talk through the gag in her mouth.

He knew what she was asking. “You’re wondering how you’re going to ask permission to come when you’ve got a gag in your mouth.”

She nodded.

“That is a problem,” he acknowledged.

She gave him a stare that suggested she wanted to see him six feet under right now.

“Do your best,” he said. “You can try begging with your eyes.”

He heard her swallow, which wasn’t easy with the ball gag stretching her mouth. At first she reacted like a sulking child, not wanting to engage, trying her best to resist his ministrations. But either she couldn’t resist what his fingers were doing, or she realized that holding out on coming was only delaying the inevitable, because she wasn’t going anywhere till he had gotten ten-plus orgasms out of her. Now when she writhed, it was because she was approaching her climax. He loved the way her brows knit, her nostrils flared, and her body trembled as the rapture neared its peak.

“Mmm uh kuh, er?” she asked, which translated as, “May I come, Sir?”

“Come, and don’t hold it in,” he reminded her, fucking her vigorously with his fingers before pulling them out. A stream of wetness followed. He plunged his fingers back in, jerked his hand, and yanked them back out to release another stream.

She screamed into the gag and shivered atop the bed. He gently caressed her as she tried to draw large breaths through her nose, which was not as efficient as her mouth with taking in air. He watched her contract between the legs and stroked himself with his free hand.

Deciding he wanted to come again as well—it would help him last longer when he decided to fuck her with his cock later, he straddled her across the chest. He reached beneath her to unhook her bra before pushing it above her breasts. He squeezed the orbs together about his erection and began to thrust. God, how he loved using every part of her body. The friction of her silken skin against him soon had him ascending his own climax.

He would leave his mark on her, brand her as his. No one else was going to access an inch of her without his permission.