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The scent of her is enough to drive me wild.
Keeping my touches soft and light, I flick my tongue along her slit. Marla’s body bucks as she gasps.
“Tastes good, Marla, fuckin’ love how good you smell and taste. Could become addicted to you,” I tell her and give her another lick.
“Kyan,” she breathes my name.
She’s the only one I would ever allow to call me Kyan. To her, that’s who I am. I’m not just Keys.
“Just enjoy, baby,” I tell her just before I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, flick, and altogether begin what I know will be epic for both of us.
CHAPTER TWELVE
MARLA
Oh my.
Words don’t describe the sensations swamping me right now. With my eyes covered, I have to rely on the rest of my senses to be able to get through this.
I thought sex with Keys would be great, but I didn’t think it would involve my being chained to his bed. My first reaction was to scream and tell him to let me go, then get out of there, but then he asked if I trusted him.
Keys is one of the few I know I can trust without a doubt. He’d be there for me, no questions asked, if I needed him to. It was a simple revelation that hit me at his question. I knew the answer before the thought fully evolved in my head.
With his mouth on me, driving me nuts, there’s no keeping the cries from my lips. Using his fingers and tongue, he takes his time using them slowly. Oh, so slowly. I wish I could move my legs or even my hands. My fingers itched to be able to dive into his hair and hold him to me.
I become lost in his touch, consumed by the need for more. The way he fucks me with his tongue is more than I thought possible. I want to plead for him to fuck me.
If I thought that my begging would get him to give me what I want, I’d be doing just that. Instead, I was breathing, gasping, panting, needing more, but not giving in to crying out my pleas for more.
I feel Keys pull back only for something cold to press against me.
“Kyan,” I gasp.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you,” he coos. “Your pussy is beautiful. Bet it’s gonna be even more so taking this vibrator.”
Oh God.
He presses the toy inside me ever so slowly. It feels good, torturous even.
The instant the vibrations start up, my body jolts and bucks against my restraints. I never used a vibrator before. My fingers, yes. Toys, no. I haven’t even been with a man. Not willingly.
Keys moves the vibrator inside me like he was working himself. I could feel my walls clinching around the toy—the feeling of it driving me wild.
The same coldness touches my ass, causing me to suck in a breath.
“Trust me, Marla,” Keys murmurs. “Just breathe for me. Relax and breathe.”
I do my best to do just that, but it’s not easy. Keys probes my back entrance with a finger while working the vibrator inside me. The pressure of his finger pressing in past the ring is a mixture of pleasure and pain all in one. Long moments later, he adds a second finger.
By the time he gets a third finger inside my rear, I can feel the sweat drenching my body. Between the vibration and his fingersin my ass, I feel myself spiraling, and I haven’t even had the first orgasm yet.
It’s all been about his touch. The gentleness of it all is nearly as overwhelming as the rest of it.
He’s all I feel. All I sense.
“Kyan, please, I want you. I want you inside me.”
“You’ll get me, Marla, soon enough.” The way those words hit my ears so gruff, I wish I could see his face to know if he was affected as much as I am by what he was doing to me.
