Chapter 306
KASMINE.
His hand closed around my throat again, “Up,” he ordered. “Now.”
My legs nearly gave out beneath me when I tried to obey, but he caught me easily, lifting me from the bath like I weighed nothing. Water cascaded off me in rivulets, steaming against the chill of the bathroom.
He didn’t give me a towel. He didn’t even let me clean myself.
He wanted me dripping, exposed, and shaking.
He walked me across the marble floor, with his hand firm between my shoulder blades, leading me to the full–length mirror and stopping me right in front of it.
Steam clung to the glass in curls, but he wiped a path down the center with the flat of his palm, revealing my reflection–wet, flushed, and wrecked.
My nipples were tight peaks, my mouth slightly parted, and my hair a tangled mess over my shoulders.
I looked obscene. Beautifully obscene.
“Hands on the counter.” He commanded in a voice so rich it made my center quake again.
I hesitated–and that earned me a sharp smack to the back of the thigh.
“Now, Kasmine.”
I obeyed, pressing my palms flat against the cold marble.
“Look straight ahead. Don’t close your eyes.”
I felt him behind me.
His bare chest pressed against my soaked back, and he reached down to shove my thighs apart with his knee.
“This is how I want you,” he whispered, “Open. Quiet. Staring at yourself while I ruin you all over again.”
He didn’t touch my entrance first. No. His fingers trailed up the insides of my thighs, spreading me further apart. His bedy hovered just behind mine, radiating heat like a furnace.
“See that?” he murmured near my ear. “That girl in the mirror? Thats what you look like when you’re mine.”
Then, his two fingers pushed inside. Deep… So deep, I gasped out loud.
My hips bucked, my eyes snapping wide at the sight of him behind me. He was so tall, broad, and dangerous. around my waist to hold me in place while the other pumped into me from behind.
It was… unspeakably filthy.
e arm wrapped
His fingers curled expertly, dragging across that devastating spot again and again, the angle cruel, punishing. My knees buckled, but he held me up with a growl, his hand flexing against my belly.
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“Don’t run,” he rasped. “Take it. Watch yourself take it.”
The image in the mirror stole the breath from my lungs. The way his forearm looked braced across me, how my breasts jostled as his fingers thrust into me, how lushed and desperate I looked–how good he looked using me.
“Look how wet you are,” he hissed. “Dripping down my hand.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mirror. The reflection was its own kind of filth.
Kester was a vision of restraint breaking apart. His jaw was clenched, the tendons in his forearms tight as rope, his chest rising and falling in barely contained lust and desire. His eyes were fixed on mine in the mirror, and they were black with hunger.
He looked dangerous.
His mouth dropped to my ear again, his voice sounding like gravel and sin. “Say my name.”
I froze. My lips quivered. His fingers slowed… just enough to make me ache.
“Say it, Kasmine.” His tone was darker now, almost reverent as if the words from my mouth would be holy.
And I broke.
“Please… Kester,” I begged, not sure what I was begging for.
“Again,” he ordered again, the tip of his tongue flicking the shell of my ear.
“Kes…” I whispered, then louder, “Kester….!”
He growled.
I caught his eyes in the mirror and gasped.
His lips were parted. His pupils were blown wide. His cock was rock–hard against the seam of my ass, and it was twitching, heavy, and aching to be buried. He was close to snapping. I saw it.
His control was splintering.
And it turned me on even more.
“Come for me, baby,” he hissed.
That was all it took.
I shattered, and I came hard around his fingers, my muscles clenching as I collapsed forward against the vanity.
***
KESTER.
I had planned to carry her to the bed. That had been my only thought as we left the bathroom.
I wasn’t sure she’d be okay with me fucking her tonight.
She was breathless, and her body was trembling from the multiple releases I gave her. She needed to rest and sleep.
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I might just jerk off using my hands when I put her to sleep because my cock was still pulsing with the kind of urgency that bordered on pain.
She was soft in my arms, pliant and spent. But to my surprise, when turned us toward the bed, her hand slid down my chest and stopped me.
Then she gestured to the chair by my vanity.
I raised a brow. “The bed’s right-”
She didn’t let me finish.
She dropped down from my arms and stepped ahead, water still glistening on her skin. Her hips swayed as she moved to the chair. Then she turned, met my eyes with a glint I hadn’t seen before–and pulled me by the wrist.
Without a word, she guided me down into the chair.
I was still naked and still burning for her.
She slowly placed my hands on the armrests. The muscles in my forearms flexed, instinctively resisting. What was she doing?
“Mine,” I murmured, “What is this?”
She only smiled. And fuck, that smile looked sinful.
Then she walked to the closet.
I tilted my head, curious, “Baby?”
She returned holding two of her lingerie pieces.
She leaned in with her face so close to mine that her breath feathered over my jaw as she began to tie one of the flimsy straps around my right wrist, looping it tightly around the armrest, then securing the knot with a pull that told me she’d thought about
this.
“Kasmine…” I warned, but she only hummed in response.
Then, she did the Jame to my left wrist. My both arms were spread out, and my hands were tied down. My chest rose with a shallow breath as the realization of what she was doing settled in.
I wasn’t in control anymore.
She knelt between my legs.
Her lips, soft as silk, brushed my inner thigh, and then she whispered, “You punished me in the bathroom. Her breath ghosted over the head of my cock. “Now I’m going to return the favor.”
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