Page 2 of Kinknapped

My raised voice and hackled spine weren’t enough to deter him. Instead, when I swiveled my head to nearly bite off his dick, his eyes were now closed as he used his hand to finish pumping every last drop. Next to his knee sat the half-used condom I made him wear when he entered me. I didn’t even feel when he pulled out long enough to remove it, that’s how bad this experience had been.

He sighed in relief after getting his sloppy load all over the hotel sheets. Leaning for his naked ass to sit on the back of his thighs, his flaccid cock shriveled up even more. He thought this stance made him impressive, but I found it sad. “I told you I couldn’t feel anything with it on. If you wanted me to finish, I had to take it off.”

“I said you couldn’t fuck me without a condom,” I growled.

Shrugging, he moved off the bed to find his pants. “You weren’t complaining.”

“I wasn’t cheering either,” I quipped.

“Look, babe, sometimes us men need more.”Oh hell.Of course, that’s what he’d say right now.

“More?” I cackled, tossing my head back. He’d only flipped up my skirt I didn’t wear underwear with, so I stayed completely covered for this one. What ashame because I had some thick curves and full tits. A real man would’ve admired me for the body type I had. “More, you say. I guess you’re gettingmorebecause I have an STD.”

Yeah. That made him pause buckling his belt and slipping into his shoes. “What do you mean an STD?”

“Exactly what the word implies. Oh, wait, they call them STIs now...” Giving him a big grin, I walked to the door of my hotel room and opened it for him to leave.

“What kind of psycho doesn’t tell their sexual partner they have a fucking STD?” He ripped his jacket off the floor, tucking it over his elbow to get away faster.

“The same level of one that has to combat ignorant men who think they’re above the rules. I got it the same way I just gave it to you.” Winking, I also saluted him. “Maybe you’ll keep your condom on next time a girl says to. Who knows, maybe you’ll end up with a kid with your new, itchy friend.”

“Are you not on birth control?” The horror on his face only satisfied me more as he stood in the hallway of the hotel now.

Shrugging, I closed the door like I didn’t know. “Maybe you should find out before you decide to make yourselffeelbetter.”

Once the door slammed shut, I let out a harsh breath. More regret came with this one than I planned for. Clearly, I didn’t have an STD, but I wanted to make him think twice. Hopefully, it would save the line of girls after me from having him remove his condom.

Shooting off my room number to Luce, I asked her to swing by CVS for Plan B too. I hadn’t been on birth control for the last three months because it messed with my temperament. But if you said that to a man, they tried to say you were trying to trap them. Thank fuck some of us girls knew how to handle ourselves in a world that wanted to tell them they had to have babies without making men take the same amount of responsibility.

Chapter 2

Vicki

“I’m here!” Luce rushed in with the bellboy to haul our shit in. She already wore her lingerie, loving the lobby eyes on her in the long coat she wore open. Then I saw her head, and worried when something red sat near her ear.

“Are you okay? Did you get in a wreck on your way here?”

“Huh?” she stopped to look at me funny.

“There’s blood on your face.”

Luce ran to the bathroom in a panic, wondering if she dinged herself without knowing. Then she laughed with a snort. “It’s paint! I attempted one of those lover canvases.While I enjoyed the glide between our bodies, I hated when it dried in certain places!”

“Too much information! Lalala! I’m going to turn on some music and get the bed ready!”

“M’kay, but you’ll thank me one day for all my sex advice!” She came out of the bathroom after cleaning her head, letting me see she didn’t have a hidden head injury. “I learned don’t stay down too long because it’s awkward as hell to get up with the canvas stuck to your cheeks.”

I pressed play, giving her a glare.

Miss Me More by Kelsea Ballerini blared from the speaker Lucinda brought with the wine. We had this self-care regimen after every failed Naughty-Hour date. We played empowering female ballads and drank wine while watching a movie with one of our favorite men loving a woman right. The movie would come later because we had to laugh about our poor dating history to keep from crying. The future of our country was in poor hands.

My eyes took in the large suite around us, paying for the experience of our class. Columns were stationed around the built-in Jacuzzi to make it appear like it came from Mt. Olympus. It just needed some angry clouds and lightningbolts to sell it as Zeus’s domain. It really fit our evening of female empowerment.

Luce poured us our first glass of wine, biting a piece of aged cheddar cheese in her other hand. She didn’t finish chewing before talking about one of her bad experiences. “Remember back in our first year of college when that football player asked me out?”

A snort escaped my lips, shaking my head. “Dude! How could I forget? I didn’t even have time to give you a checkup call before he left.”

“Right?” She rolled her eyes. “He asked me out, and I met him at the restaurant that Friday after exams. He acted annoyed and refused to talk to me like a child!”

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