"Come on, babe. Scream for me." He gripped my hips tight, holding me immobile so he could take over. His hips thrust up into me over and over until I came to pieces with a drawn-out cry.
Fucking hell... he hadn't even touched my clit and I was a drenched, trembling mess.
His thrusts slowed, pausing when he was fully seated in me, and he grabbed my face for another bruising, possessive kiss. "Fucking beautiful," he breathed, his green eyes meeting my gaze from under heavy lids. "I need something from you, baby girl."
I blinked a couple of times, trying to clear the orgasm haze even as I writhed on his cock. He was so hard, so big, it was like he prolonged my climax just by staying inside me. "What?"
A devilish grin curved his lips, and his reply came in a dark, hedonistic whisper. "I need to taste you."
I gave a small whimper, but the next second I was flat on my back on the couch, my legs hooked over Kody's shoulders as his mouth met my pussy. I bucked against him, protesting the loss of his dick from my core, but he quickly replaced it with his fingers. Not the same, but it'd do when paired with the way his tongue worked me over.
A breathy stream of curses fell from my lips as he sucked, nipped, and licked, while his hand fucked me into a serious state of euphoria that I never, ever wanted to return from. I was still recovering from my first orgasm, so it only took a few moments before I was screaming and clawing at his short hair.
Holy shit.
"Kody," I said, panting, "stop playing with me."
His face popped up from between my legs, slick with my arousal and a smug grin across his lips. Fucking shit, that was hot.
"Wouldn't dream of it, babe," he replied with a snicker as he kissed my lower belly and ran his tongue over my stabbing scar. They all paid such close attention to it whenever they saw it. I wondered if there was a level of guilt there that I'd been hurt under "their watch."
"So," I prompted with a feral kind of growl. "How do you want me?"
I was all boneless and euphoric from my double orgasms; if he'd told me he wanted to fuck me on a bed of hot coals, I would have been on board. Anything to get that third climax that I just knew was hiding over the horizon.
"Hmm." He swiped a hand over his face, his hungry gaze running over me. "Turn over."
I legitimately could not have turned over faster if I'd tried.
Kody shifted on the couch behind me as I pulled my knees up to raise my ass in the air, and I heard the jingle of metal.
"Do you trust me, babe?" he asked in a rough voice, then laughed. "I mean, stupid question. But right now, in this exact moment, do you trust me?"
My heart stuttered and raced. The obvious answer was no. Fuck no. I didn't trust any of them as far as I could throw them. Spoiler alert, I bet I couldn't even pick them up. But then...
"Yes," I breathed, contrary to all my better judgments screaming no. "Yes, I trust you, Kody."
Yeah. I was fucking doomed, and I knew it.
"Good," he replied. A moment later, he took my hand in his, bringing my arm back behind me and laying it across my lower back. Then he did the same to the other, crossing my wrists. A jolt of understanding—and excitement—ricocheted through me a moment before the leather of his belt kissed my flesh.
He tightened the loop with quick, practiced movements, then paused with one hand resting gently on my ass. "Is this okay, baby girl?"
I should say no. I should be totally horrified by the idea of being bound and helpless to a man who’d so thoroughly betrayed my trust not a month ago. But I wasn't.
"Yeah," I replied, and I doubted I'd ever uttered a more truthful word in my life. "Yes, fuck yes, Kody..."
"Good," he replied, sounding exactly as excited as I was feeling. His hands shifted back to my hips, finding his favorite position as he tugged my ass further into the air and nudged my legs apart with his knees. "You like that, don't you?"
A low groan was all the response he got from me as I adjusted my weight on the couch. With my hands bound behind my back, I was left with my cheek buried in a cushion and my shoulder supporting my balance. Luckily, I was agile.
When he slowly entered me again, I moaned the whole time until he was fully seated.
He chuckled. It wasn't an amused sound; it was more of an evil-dictator kind of laugh. The sort of sound that conveyed how drunk on power he was and how badly he was planning on abusing that control. I was fucking here for it.
Kody's fingers looped through the belt binding my wrists, and his other hand grasped my hip tightly as he shifted his position slightly.
"Fucking hell, babe," he breathed with a throaty laugh. "This is not exactly how I expected the night to turn out."
I shifted my face, peering back at him from my supremely awkward position. "You complaining, Kodiak?"
"Fuck no," he replied, then proved his damn point over and over and over, fucking me hard enough that I briefly worried the couch might break. When his hand smacked across the round of my ass, I came screaming again, but this time he joined me. His fingers grasped at my hip, holding me firm against his pelvis as he finished inside me.
After he released my wrists, I had no energy left to move. We just lay there on the couch in a tangle of sweaty, sticky limbs as our chests heaved with exertion. My pussy throbbed and my butt cheek stung from the print of his hand, but it was a delicious sort of pain. My wrists were red, but I doubted it'd take long for that to fade.
Kody broke the silence first.
"Are we—"
"No," I cut him off, already sure what his question was simply based on his tone of voice. "No, we're still a really, really long way from being okay, Kody." I stood up and cringed when I felt the wetness of our combined orgasms slide down my thigh. "I'm taking another shower."
He let out a long breath as I swiped my towel from the ground. "Are you kicking me out?"
I paused at the edge of the room. That had been my plan—use him for sex, then throw him out on his ass with a few cruel words in a pathetic attempt to make him hurt even a fraction as badly as he'd hurt me.
"No," I replied, my voice soft. "Not right now."
Even without facing him fully, I saw some of the defeat leave his posture. "So, you're giving me a chance at redemption, then?"
I groaned inwardly. This was a bad idea; I already knew it. And yet... "Don't fuck it up, Kody. There won't be another chance." I shot him a meaningful look, then continued through to the bathroom to shower again. Don't get me wrong, I loved fucking Kody and Steele without the thin barrier of a condom; there was something so totally raw and intimate and just plain dirty about it. But the cleanup was a pain in the ass.
In less than thirty seconds, Kody joined me under the water, and I grinned as he pushed me against the tile wall to fuck me again. He was clearly banking that all the endorphins from continual orgasms would keep me from changing my mind and throwing him out in the cold.
He was right.
Keep them coming, babe. Fuck yeah.
10
I woke up the next morning to heavy knocking on my front door. Heavy enough that I worried whoever it was might break it down.
"What the fuck?" I mumbled in a sleepy, thoroughly fucked haze.