Page 22 of Kaid's Empire

“I'm not getting naked,” she argues as she removes her dress.

I hold up my hands in acceptance. “If you're too scared and don’t trust yourself being naked around me, then I understand. I have heard the British are a little… what’s the word?” I pause. “Uptight, frigid,” I goad.

She huffs, throwing her dress on the floor, standing there, fucking stunningly beautiful and angry. “We are not uptight,” she defends with her hands on her hips.

I shrug. “I'm just saying the human body is a beautiful thing, it’s just a shame British people don’t embrace this, they are not freeing and too old fashioned, unlike most European countries.”

Finding it hard not to laugh at how easy she is to get riled and in a temper, she unhooks her bra, freeing her full breasts. I fight back a groan. She pauses for a moment, watching me as she hooks her thumbs into her underwear and slides them down her legs. If I was hard before, I am now painfully hard. “Fuck,” I groan, looking at her.

She dives in, surfacing just in front of me. “I am starting to think you’ve played me; you seem to be able to swim quite well,” she states.

I shrug. “Guilty, but something tells me you knew exactly what I was doing all along.”

Seventeen

Theia

Mindfuck, if you were to look up the word mindfuck on a web search, an image of Kaid is what would come up. Kaid the mindfuck. I absolutely hate him, he gets under my skin, and I want to just scream at him, but then he does something sweet or hot like strip down naked, showing off his magnificent body, and it just makes me want to sit on his face. I mean, how is that even possible to feel both ends of the scale like that?

I need to see a psychiatrist, this isn’t normal. That man has man handled me, kissed me without permission, ordered me around like I should serve him, and let’s face it, that was before the first date, and I still went back for more because something inside me liked it. And now, I am swimming in a pool completely naked with him after he has held me against my will for I don’t know how long. He has since threatened me and told me he kills people, and I was more than ready to stab him––I wanted to hurt him. I still do, kind of. I mean, he is an utter arsehole. A beautiful fucking arsehole, and no matter what he does, no matter how much anger he invokes in me, I can’t help but feel myself falling for him. I'm screwed.

He swims towards me, his eyes predatory. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the way he looks at me. Like when you watch those wildlife shows, and the lion spots his prey after not feeding for days. The hunger, the desire and the determination in their eyes that it will be theirs to feast on. That is how he is looking at me, like I'm his next meal.

He swims right up to me, his arms encasing me against the side of the pool, a move I've noticed he likes to do. I think it’s his way of holding me captive, showing me that he is the one in charge. “Tell me who you are,” I demand, catching him off guard.

“You know my name and what I am capable of,” he answers, evading my question.

I pause for a moment, deciding if what I am about to do is the right thing. No matter what he stirs within me, I still need to break free, I still need to get home. Therefore, I still need to play the game. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. I catch the surprise in his eyes as I do this. I feel empowered, I feel like for the first time I am the one to have him at my mercy and not the other way round.

“Tell me who you are. How am I supposed to trust you if I don’t know who you are?” I ask in my best sultry voice. I move, wrapping my legs around his waist. I gasp as I feel his erection pressed against my centre. His hands move, cupping my behind tightly.

“Give yourself to me, Kroschka, only then will I tell you what you want to know,” he states. He moves his hand from my behind, bringing it between us, his finger softly and teasingly grazing over my clit. A gasp escapes me while I’m trying to mask exactly how he is making me feel. I catch the slight smirk on his face. Bastard. He continues the sweet torture, circling my clit––not enough to bring me to orgasm but enough to get me so wound up that my body is now desperate for him, and he knows it.

I bite down on my bottom lip, aroused and wanting this, but hesitant and aware he could play me. He moves his hand back to holding my behind, moving his hips slightly, causing friction against me. A moan escapes me, and he smiles, knowing he has me. He nips and kisses along my shoulder and up my neck to my ear. “Tell me, Kroschka, will you give yourself to me?” he asks, his voice gravelly. I feel him pressed against my entrance, ready, waiting for my permission.

I may regret this decision, but at this very moment, my body speaks for me. “Yes,” I whisper, needing that release

He surges up, filling me. I dig my nails into his shoulders as he stretches me and he stills for a moment. “Fuck,” he growls. “So tight. You're mine now, Kroschka. Every part of you I now own,” he growls, gripping my hair tight at the nape of my neck. He thrusts up hard and fast, the water sloshing around us. I close my eyes, the feeling is intense, every part of my body is being awoken with pleasure that I haven’t had in a really long time––maybe never before. He fills me to the hilt with every thrust, completely dominating my body. “Kaid,” I moan, feeling my orgasm build within me.

“Fuck,” he groans and buries his face in the crook of my neck. He bites down hard as he continues to fuck me.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out as my orgasm hits me full force, my body bucks and my pussy clenches around him tightly.

“Fuck, Kroschka.” He groans his own release, both of us panting. “Open your eyes,” he orders. I do as I am told, and he smiles. “Stunning,” he compliments.

I smile and rest my head on his shoulder as he moves, carrying me through the pool, keeping us connected. He starts to climb out of the pool and I tense. “Where are we going?” I ask.

“My bed.” He pauses, waiting for me to argue, but I don’t. Instead, I smile and bite my bottom lip. He growls. “Don’t goad me, Kroschka, because I am not done with you yet, and I have plans for that mouth of yours.”

“On your knees,” he orders, standing completely naked. His long, thick cock is hard and waiting for me. “Kroschka, do not make me punish you,” he growls. My eyes flicker to his and I raise my eyebrow in question. I slowly get on my knees in front of him. He wraps his hand around his cock and glides his hand up and down his shaft. My gaze is transfixed.

“My Kroschka likes what she sees,” he states, taking a step towards me. “Open that defiant mouth of yours,” he orders. Part of me wants to test him, I want to see what the punishment would be, but the overwhelming desire to taste him wins out. I open my mouth and he slides himself into my mouth, slowly. I look up at him through my lashes to see his jaw is clenched tight. I move his hand, replacing it with mine, gripping him firmly at the base. He gathers my hair in his fist, guiding me up and down his length. I swirl my tongue before taking him deeper, and he makes a deep throaty growl.

I clench my thighs together, feeling so turned on. “Deeper,” he orders. I eagerly do as he's asked, taking him deeper, hitting the back of my throat. My eyes begin to water as he starts thrusting, fucking my mouth––owning it. “Fuck!” he roars loudly as he cums. I take everything he gives. I move my hand between my legs, desperate for release.

“Stop,” he barks. My hand stills and I look up at him. “Pleasure is given as a reward; I am the one to give you that reward. Not you, not anyone else. Remember, Kroschka, I own you. Now sit on the edge of the bed,” he orders.

I run my tongue slowly across my lower lip and nod, before sitting on the edge of his bed. “Good girl, place your hands behind your back,” he orders. I do as he asked, feeling like I’m about to combust from how turned on I am. He moves to the draw and pulls out a belt, and my heart lurches with fear. “Don’t be scared, Kroschka. I would never hurt you; I will only give you pleasure,” he assures me, reading my expression. He wraps the belt around my wrists, tightening it, and he leans back and takes hold of my chin, kissing me softly.

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