Page 125 of Bound By Words

The remote fell to the floor, a loud grunt escaping my lips as I started to feel my balls draw taut.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Please let me come,” I groaned, my whole body tightening as a rush of pleasure raced up my spine. For a moment I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold back, the desperation to come was too intense, but I wouldn’t ruin this for her.

She hissed as her hips faltered, the jerky movements indicating the humming toy in her panties was affecting her actions. “Me too, so close.”

“Please, Kelly,” I begged, the pressure almost unbearable as I waited for her command. “I can’t…”

“Oh God. Come for me, stud. Let go.” Her moans into my skin pushed me over the edge, my release exploding into the stroker in her hand as my vision blacked out.

“Fuck,” I groaned, almost collapsing against the mattress with Kelly’s limp weight on my back.

“Holy shit,” she gasped breathily, slowly pulling the toy off my cock and withdrawing her little black friend from my ass. “Are you alright?”

My face tingled as I sprawled head-first against the mattress. I wasn’t sure I was capable of speech yet. I now knew exactly how someone felt when they said they’d been thoroughly dicked down from behind.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I rasped out as I felt the bed shift, my eyes closing.

I heard some rustling, Kelly’s heels clicking against the hard flooring as she walked around the side of the bed.

Warm hands cupped my cheeks, her soft lips caressing mine as she knelt before me.

When I opened my eyes, she’d removed her little friend, her bare pussy distracting me for a moment before I looked up toward her.

“You sure you’re alright?” she smiled, tracing her fingers over my cheekbone.

“That was…” I took a deep breath, slowly releasing it, a smile drawing the corners of my lips. “You were amazing, sunshine.”

The radiant smile on her face at my praise was worth the slight discomfort I was starting to feel now that the rush was fading. But I didn’t regret a single moment. I couldn’t regret any of the moments Kelly spent with me.

The next morning, I groaned, stretching as I reached toward Kelly’s side of the bed, my fingers grasping slightly warm sheets. Opening my eyes, I saw the bathroom door partially closed. It was mid-morning, both of us having crashed out from the rush of the night before.

As I contemplated getting out of bed and making breakfast, I heard a soft cry from the bathroom. Unlike when I’d come upon her doing something naughty in the shower, this one sounded desperate and muffled, urging me out of bed and toward the door.

The heavy sliding door was pulled across the alcove the tub was tucked into, but I could still hear her sniffling echoing off the tile walls. When I slid the door open, Kelly was sitting on the edge of the large bathtub, her phone cradled in her hand, shaking. “What’s wrong? Who was on the phone?” My heart pounded as I tried to figure out how her happy mood from when we’d gone to bed had vanished with one phone call. “Was it another one of those messages? I have a buddy in the Boston PD. I can have him run a trace. I know you think it’s that douche nozzle, Trent, but we can use it as evidence if we ever need to get a restraining order.”

“No, I mean yes, but…” Kelly breathed, glancing up and looking into my eyes briefly before her eyes fell back down to where I’d found her staring at the floor. “It was Tom…” she paused, letting out a stuttering breath. “And Deacon. They want me back in the office on Monday. A few other women came forward that Trent had been harassing, and they fired him.”

“So you’re…”

“Yeah, I’m cleared. They closed the complaint against me, and I can return to the office.”

“Oh, wow. I thought we…” I trailed off. I thought we had more time.

“Yeah,” she nodded, turning to the side and wiping the corner of her eye.

“Hey, come here, sweet girl,” I coaxed, reaching forward to pull her into my arms. She tucked her face against my neck, and I could feel her body shaking as I held her tightly. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“What did the text say?”

“It wasn’t as angry this time, but it was from the same number.”

She handed me the phone, and my pulse quickened at the seemingly innocuous message.

???: You should wear your hair up more. It’s sexy like that. That blue dress was a nice color with your skin tone, but I think leather is my favorite. Is the necklace new? Someone has been a naughty girl during exile. But I’m sure I’ll see you soon.

“Fuck,” I exhaled roughly, trying to rein in my anger as I watched Kelly’s chin quiver. She’d realized what I had.

He didn’t need to threaten her again because he’d been watching, and that was enough to scare both of us. The question was how. Kelly had barely been out of my sight since we’d been in Boston, and the only people who had seen her collar were those at the play party. Which meant either he was spying on us or someone within my network was doing it for him. What scared me the most was that my ability to protect her would change when she flew home, and I wasn’t sure how to handle her leaving.

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