My heart leaps from my chest as I walk directly to the wall with wobbly legs. My body is still vibrating to the last intense kiss we did moments ago.
I just follow what he asked me to do, not knowing what he has in mind. I made the longest shower in history to erase the traces of that bastard’s touch on my skin. I feel disgusted with myself, and loathe him at the same time.
Pyke moves close to me in a slow and sensuous saunter with pure male and dominance. “Babe, are you sure about this?”
“What are we gonna do here?” I almost whisper. My voice trembles at the anticipation of he might press me against this glass wall and kiss me again.
“Just trust me, Babe,” he answers with a tense jaw, eyes pin on me like a hawk, but with a glint of excitement and lust.
My eyes widen. Is he-?
“Don’t go in there. I’m not gonna hang you upside down,” he says with a laugh, “You know I can read you like an open book.”
He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. Goosebumps erupt on my skin at the sudden exposure. His jaw clenches as his penetrating stare glues on me, making my heart hammer in my chest.
He walks away from me untying the golden tassel tie back and grabs the dark brown curtain, knotting them together and drags it with him. My brows furrow in confusion, nevertheless, I keep my words to myself.
“Hold this, twist it around your wrist, and don’t let it go,” he commands with pure dominance. I’m not used to his sudden changes of tone but surprisingly, it turns me on. “It’s a DIY, but it will work. I’m not sure I can actually use this with you,” he adds.
Did he use this with someone else? I feel a pang in my chest.
I twist the tassel around my wrist. I slightly pull and hold on to it-it works and doesn’t hurt. It’s made of two sets of polyester ropes braided together. I blow a few deep breaths to normalize my frantic heartbeat when the threads dangle and caress my skin.
He does the same as earlier and gives me the same instruction. I bite my lower lip as my breathing starts to accelerate.
It’s Pyke. You can trust him.
“Um, Pyke, I’m actually-” I don’t finish my words when he suddenly pulls his shirt over his head.
My mouth hangs open to see Pyke’s beautiful muscles ripped half-naked body. My fingers tingle to touch and feel them on my skin.
“Don’t pull the curtains too much. I’ll stop if one of them falls down.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You will not call me by my name, did you understand me?” he asks with a voice as smooth as honey.
Why can’t I call him by his name?
“I’m already Pyke to everyone. You’re special to me, Camila.”
“W-what shall I call you then?”
“Anything comes first from your mouth. Let’s see what it is.” He smirks, tracing my face with the back of his finger.
“Hmm, it’s just my finger on your face, Babe.” He teases with confidence as he notices my reaction because I close my eyes and almost moan at his simple touch.
“Cocky bastard,” I mumble.
“Just tell me to stop then I’ll stop. I’m not gonna hurt you, Babe. I’m honored that you trust me to do this with you.”
He chuckles instead, tracing soft touch on my lips to my jaw, “Do you know how beautiful you are, Camila? You knocked me off the ground.” His voice is so soft and tender like I can trust in it. His fingers run down on my neck. “This neck…”
I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing out the thought of what that bastard did to me.
“I wish I could… I wish this was my mouth giving you this bruise from pleasure. I always wanted to mark you with my mouth, my hands, and my teeth. To show them that you are mine, Camila.”
It’s Pyke. Pyke will never hurt you. You can trust him, Camila.
My heart beats wildly that it thrushes through my ears. I feel his thumb on my cheeks… my wet cheeks. I don’t realize my tears fall down to my face.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, sounding worried.
“Please don’t. I want to remember your touch, Pyke. Not his.” I swallow hard.
“Do you still trust me?”
I nod “Yes.”
“Keep your eyes close.”
I can practically hear my own heartbeat. I hear shuffling of Pyke’s jeans as he walks away. Seconds tick by, I hear Pyke’s shaky deep breath.
You’re just an ordinary girl!
No. No. I squeeze my eyes shut, shutting off that bastard’s voice in my head.
I deeply inhale Pyke’s scent. His warm breath tickles my face. His smell makes me relax. I feel a soft cloth covers my eyes-he’s blindfolding me.
“Just hear your own breathing, your own heartbeat. Feel my touch on you, think of me, and not someone else.” He gives me a quick soft kiss on my lips. “Spread your legs a little bit, so that you won’t trip off.”
My body stiffens, my breathing hitches when I feel his hands on my back unhooking my bra.
“It’s me, Babe. Tell me to stop, and I’ll do it in an instant.”
I sink my teeth hard on my bottom lip that can possibly draw blood to control the tremble, but my nipples tighten and tingle wanting to be touched.
“If you could only see how gorgeous your tits are,” he whispers.
The tenderness of the touch of his thumbs on my nipples almost sends me to the edge. A gasp escapes from my lips when I feel his hot mouth capturing my breast. A loud snap makes his mouth suddenly gone-I just pull the ropes stronger as a reflexive response.
“The curtains, Babe.” His voice turns raspy but still sexy.
“I want to touch you.” I find my courage to voice out my needs while my arms are still stretch wide to balance my weight.
“Hush, patience. You will. I promise.” His mouth back on my breast. My head arches back as he sucks my breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple, then biting it slightly, enough to slip a moan from my mouth. It’s erotically painful. His hand kneads my other breast while the other is busy unbuttoning my jeans, and it’s frustrating that I can’t even touch him back.
Pyke does the same to my other breast, alternating the pleasure he does to me. He hums when he succeeds in pushing my jeans down my thighs.
The muscles in my arms clench. My hands grip tighter on both ropes. My legs wobble and the heels worsen the scenario.
I’m between panting and moaning when he sucks me stronger, then his mouth is gone again.
He pulls my jeans down my legs. “Stay still, I’m gonna remove these fucking jeans,” he says groaning. He slips my heels off my feet then follows my jeans leaving me only in my panties.
“Fuck. Me.” Words thunder out of his mouth.
“Y-you’re not gonna take that with you, are you?” I reply blindly when an idea pops into my brain.
He chuckles, “Now, you just give me an idea.”
“Pyke! I’m gonna walk panty-less next time.”
“That serves you right for being so incredibly sexy. Now spread your legs for me. Enough of this chit-chat.” He slips my panties down my legs easily then puts back my heels.
“You smell so sweet,” his voice is full of desire. “You’re soaked, and it drives me wild to know that I’m the reason why you’re so wet.”
“You don’t have any idea how hard I am right now, don’t you? I’ll explode the moment I run my tongue into your wet pussy.”
I laugh but it comes out as a choke. “I might as well explode in seconds the moment you’ll do it for me.”
He hums as he runs the tip of his nose on my belly button. His fingers are tracing soft touch on my legs up to my thighs.
My hands pull the curtains tighter. My legs shake as he swirls his tongue deeply on my belly button, teasing me. Then he cups my ass cheeks kneading them in rhythm.
I’m burning with desires. My hips push forward asking for more. Wet pools between my thighs and aches for his touch. Tingles spread all over my body in anticipation.
“Hold on,” he orders quickly, lifting my leg above his shoulder. I moan loudly when his warm breathing teases my thigh.
“Hold tightly,” he orders again. A second tick, he attacks me by his mouth.
I squeal in surprise, choking, “Ah,” Gasping, pulling the curtain for support, squeezing my eyes shut while he is eating me like a starving animal.
“Aah-” I can’t think. Everything is so delicious. Perfect. Everything he does is just so perfect. I gasp as I arch my hips, meeting the thrust of his tongue into me. My inner muscles clench around his talented tongue. Ripples of pleasure spread faster all over my body, and I’m panting for the strong impact of the impending orgasm about to explode.
A scream of pleasure escapes my mouth by his one hard suck.
“Oh God, Love!”
Still breathing heavily, he places my leg down on the floor while I’m still limp from my orgasm. He releases my hands from the curtains and removes my blindfold. My eyes squint adjusting to the light assaulting my pupils.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he says with a shaky voice.
I do as he says and attacks his mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue as he let me dominate his mouth willingly while his hands are busy pushing down his boxers. I don’t know he already removes his jeans. I wrap my hand around his huge and smooth erection. His Apa grazes my palm as I pay attention to his crown.
He pulls his mouth away from me. “Fuck, don’t do that. I want to be inside, Babe. Please?”
My brows furrow and feeling dismayed.
“I’m all yours, you can do that later. Wrap your legs around me. Are you on a pill?”
I nod slowly.
Seconds of silence, none of us talk.
“Babe, touch me all you want,” he breaks the silence and takes my hand, guiding me to his erection.
I wrap my arms around his neck then my legs around his waist instead.
“Oh, Love,” the same word slips my mouth the moment his massive erection grazes my entrance as his Apa sends delicious frictions to my nerve endings.
Lifting me up, he pushes me up and presses me against the glass window. My body stiffens as the cold glass wall touches my back.
“It won’t crack. Open your eyes and look at me, Babe. It’s me. Just trust me that nothing bad will happen to you again.”
It’s hard to keep my eyes open when he’s thrusting deep into me, sinking deeper, and filling me completely.
“Look at me, Camila, see me, and no one else,” his deep husky voice sounds erotic. Everything in him turns me on. He’s thrusting me in and out, overwhelming me with pleasure, driving me wild without breaking eye contact-his blue-grey eyes are burning with desires.
His mouth finds mine, kissing me softly, sensual and with pure passions as he continues thrusting in and out until I’m building for another release.
“Come, Babe,” he says without breaking the kiss, “I’m almost there,” he adds.
My nails dig into his scalp as he quickens, deepens, and hardens the thrust while I’m being pressed against the glass with a thud in each pump he does. His mouth never leaves mine kissing me softly, sweetly as his tongue wickedly licks in my mouth.
Small whimpers slip our mouth when the strong wave of pleasure ripples through me. In seconds, one last thrust, Pyke follows me and shudders as I feel his own release inside me.