Page 7 of Safe Word
“Are you sure about this?” he asked. The palm of his hand cupped my cheek as his thumb stroked my cheekbone. “I’m not him, Carteay. I don’t fuck around when it comes to consent.”
Instead of answering him, I raised my hips and angled his mushroomed head against my soaking wet center. I bit down on my bottom lip watching his brows shoot up to his hairline as I sank down on his length. I flanked my hands on his shoulders to brace myself.
“Nah, you want this shit, right?” he asked, grunting as he pulled me down until I was fully seated.
“Mmhm,” I moaned, feeling the pressure of him stretching my walls.
I gasped when he pulled me off him. I immediately missed the fullness, but the anticipation of what came next had me watching him like a hawk. I could tell when he made up his mind because his jaw flexed and something dark flashed in his eyes. It only took a few seconds.
“If we’re going to do this, we do it my way.”
He stood. Holding me against his body with one arm like I was weightless, he carried me down the hall to his room. The lighting was dim, but it wasn’t dark. The room was just as simple as the other one, but the bed was bigger than the one in the guest room. He put me on the bed before opening a drawer and pulling out a rope and a long red scarf or something. Finally, he turned and looked at me.
“You nervous?” he asked, studying my face.
“No,” I lied.
My curiosity outweighed my fear. I watched carefully as he kissed each of my wrist before binding them together in the silky red scarf. Guiding me further onto the bed, he laid me back andkissed his way down my throat. Before I knew it, he hooked the tie to the headboard like he had done that a thousand times, before finally making eye contact with me.
“Good. ’Cause now you don’t get to run. The only thing you get to do is cum and scream my name.”
Although I knew he was serious as hell, I laughed. Maybe to settle my nerves. Still, I said, “OK.”
“My name is the only thing I want to hear bouncing off these walls.”
His declaration made me squirm. This wasn’t the Kannon I was used to. I had no idea who this dark, sexy man who looked like he was ready to eat me alive in one bite was. Whoever he was right now drove me crazy. The throbbing of my clit made me clench my thighs together.
Kannon chuckled dryly as he moved from the head of the bed to my feet. I looked down in anticipation as he picked up one of my feet and kissed it right in the arch.
“What’s your safe word, Carteay?” he asked as he secured another silk tie around my ankle.
“Mercy,” I whispered.
Once he had my ankles secured to opposite ends of the bed, he spoke again. “Say it and I stop. Otherwise, I’m eating this pussy until you forget how to spell your own damn name.”
His dark eyes lingered on mine for a second. Kannon was always reading me, even when I didn’t want it. I didn’t want him to sense the fear in my eyes, but something told me he saw it. Something told me that he even liked it. For some strange reason, so did I.
“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he mumbled as his finger trailed down my stomach. “I finally put that smart ass mouth on mute.”
“Shut up,” I hissed.
“Make me,” he challenged right before diving headfirst between my thighs.
His movements were slow like he had all day to play with me. His enormous hands anchored me to the bed when my hips raised to chase the heat of his glorious mouth. He felt so good. I knew it wouldn’t take much more of his lazy French kisses to ruin me.
“Kannon,” I whined.
My hips bucked, dragging a low and sinister laugh from him before he sucked my clit into his mouth. I wanted to grab the back of his head, but I couldn’t move. I was completely at his mercy. Still, I wasn’t ready to say it.
His head shook from side to side as his tongue moved at lightning speed strumming away my pain and sorrow. My release came in a flash flood, and Kannon hummed as he hungrily lapped up every drop. The vibration hit right at the base of my spine. Just when my head started to spin from overstimulation, he pulled back and blew gentle gusts of cool air on my aching center.
“Kannon,” I panted.
“Say it,” he teased, licking his lips as he looked up at me, waiting for a response.
“No.” I shook my head, refusing to tap out.
“Good girl.”
