“Yes,” she said. “I like it deep.”
“Then by all means.” Kingsley grabbed her knees and wrenched them up and over his shoulders. She arched back—each thrust seemed to pound at the base of her stomach.
Charlotte panted as Kingsley continued his assault on her. She hated how good it felt being taken like this, hated herself for liking the brutality so much. He manipulated her body like he owned it, touched her like her body was an open book he’d read and memorized. Turning her head, Charlotte pressed her face to her arm. As Kingsley kneaded her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger she came so hard that tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes.
Kingsley lowered her legs off his shoulders and covered her body with his. Instinctively Charlotte wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to move in her. He bit her neck, her collarbone, kissed the hollow of her throat all while still moving in her.
“You like this,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered as she flinched at a particularly hard thrust.
“Call me ‘sir’ when I’m inside you, Charlie.”
“Yes, sir,” she breathed, wanting to both kiss him and slap him the second her hands were free.
She kept waiting for him to be done with her. But there seemed to be no end to the pleasure he inflicted on her. He pushed and pushed until Charlotte felt her inner muscles start to tighten. Raising her hips, she took him deep into her again. She closed her eyes as another orgasm ripped through her. Finally Kingsley’s movements grew harsher and faster. His fingers dug into the back of her neck. He held her still, forcing her to meet his eyes. With one last brutal thrust he came with his eyes open and locked onto hers.
Still inside her he moved her legs flat on her bed. Her body continued to pulse around his length as his c**k pulsed inside her. He dipped his head and for the first time since meeting, kissed her.
She opened her mouth to his and his tongue slipped inside. His kiss—gentle and subtle—was the opposite of the sex. She wanted him to stay in her mouth and her body all night. Kingsley pulled back and smiled down at her.
“Took you long enough to kiss me, sir,” she said, remembering his orders, remembering he was still inside her.
“You’re a fire-breather, Charlie. You can’t blame me for being wary of your mouth.”
She laughed a little but winced as he pulled out of her sore body. She lay on her back, letting her heart slow its frenetic beating as he disappeared into the bathroom. She wondered what she looked like. Kingsley hadn’t raped her but she probably looked like someone had. Her dress was torn and still bunched around her stomach. She could already tell she was covered in bruises from his hands and his mouth. Even inside she felt bruised from his merciless thrusts.
Kingsley emerged and stood by the bed. He looked immaculate in his suit. He’s been fully dressed when he’d taken her. Only his feet were bare and he had abandoned his jacket. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the handcuff key and released her. She rolled up and tried to straighten her dress.
“What?” she asked as Kingsley stared at her.
“You look beautiful.”
“I look like a rape victim.” She wiped her eyes and a smudge of eyeliner came off on her fingers.
“You look like a woman who’s been ravished and thoroughly enjoyed it.”
“You scared the shit out of me grabbing me like that.”
Kingsley sat on the bed next to her.
“You like being scared.”
Charlie didn’t answer. Kingsley took her by the chin again, this time gently. He caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. “You like being scared,” he repeated. “You don’t have to be afraid of your fear, Charlie. You’re allowed to be afraid and like it.”
“Normal people aren’t supposed to like this stuff. Normal people aren’t supposed to enjoy being thrown down, tied up and practically raped.”
“My beautiful Charlie.” Kingsley kissed her slowly. “Perhaps it’s time to admit you aren’t normal people.”
* * *
Charlotte woke early the next morning. She put on the black bathrobe and found his bedroom door ajar but no King seemed to be in residence.
After eating breakfast in his opulent kitchen, she wandered back upstairs to shower and dress. When she stepped out of the shower, she found Kingsley standing there waiting with a towel.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she said as she snatched the towel out of his hands. “Give me a little warning, please, if you’re going to shower-stalk me.”
“You must learn to keep you on your toes. Come here, Charlie. Let’s see the damage, shall we?”
Charlotte stepped out of the shower. Kingsley stood in front of her and unwrapped her towel. Even though they’d had the most intense sex of her life last night, he hadn’t actually seen her completely naked. Just standing there in front of him was embarrassing and awkward. He, of course, seemed slightly aroused and amused as always.
“How bad is it?”
“Terrible. I barely left a mark on you. We’ll have to rectify that.”
“What do you call these?”
She pointed to the bruises on her chest and shoulders.
“Just nibbles.” Kingsley bit her wet neck.
“This isn’t fair, you know.” She wrapped her arms over her bare br**sts. “I haven’t gotten to see you naked yet.”
“Women tend to fall in love with me when I take my clothes off.”