Page 107 of Law Of Love

I gazed up, and I could see the irritation lingering in his eyes as he glared down at the handcuffs, causing me almost to laugh.

“I’ve missed those lips wrapped around me,” he said. “You’re so fucking good at taking all of it. That’s it, keep fucking taking me.”

The praise caused me to moan, and I sucked harder and faster, my free hand gripping the base of his dick to keep it still. Kaleb’s thrusts soon became rougher, and I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, the room filled with his moans and grunts.

“Look at me with those gorgeous eyes.” Kaleb cursed loudly, his jaw twitching as he dragged his bottom lip into his mouth.

Pleasuring someone had never felt so good, but all I wanted to do was please Kaleb. Fuck, just watching him fend off his orgasm drove me wild.

His thighs shook, and the jangling of the metal handcuffs above my head caused my stomach to tighten in humour. Teasing this man was my favourite pastime.

My mouth was soon filled with hot cum, and I gulped it down, the liquid salty. I dipped my fingers down into my sweatpants, finding my clit. However, Kaleb pulled out of my mouth, tutting, crouching down in front of me.

“Let me see that pretty pussy of yours, Freya.” He nodded to the fabric, and I slowly yanked my bottoms off, throwing them behind me. My legs parted on their own accord, and I leaned back on my forearms, giving Kaleb a perfect view. I breathed heavily as he studied me, his gaze settling on my slick thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”

His fingers were gentle as they caressed me, swirling over my wetness, his touch so delicate I could barely feel it. It only made me want him more, though.

“I need it Kaleb, please.”

He arched a brow. “Hmm? What do you need?”

I growled in frustration. “I need you to make me cum.”

“Have we forgotten our manners today?”

“I need you to make me cum. Please,” I said between gritted teeth, although, I secretly fucking loved it.

“Good girl.” Kaleb wasted no time dipping his head down, licking up my wetness before sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it menacingly. His teeth scraped against it, and I yelped, feeling him smirk against my skin.

“Fuck, Kaleb, don't stop. I need more.”

He sucked me until I was a heaving mess, and I gripped onto his shoulders as if trying to pull him impossibly closer.

“If you let me out of these handcuffs, I’d be able to make you feel even better.”

My teeth instinctively dragged my bottom lip into my mouth as I smiled, shaking my head. “No can do, Mr Evans.”

The nickname seemed to spark something inside of Kaleb, and he grunted, a low growl emitting from his chest before he licked me like there was no tomorrow. My muscles were so tense they were cramping up, but pain had never felt so good. So warm. So inviting. My tits bounced as I gyrated against Kaleb's face, desperate for more. My body jolted, and a shrill scream of pleasure bounced off the walls of the apartment as I came undone, my toes curling. “Oh my fuck,” I moaned, my nails scraping at the carpeted floor as I clamped my eyes shut, euphoria wracking my entire being. I felt as if I’d been hauled to an entirely different planet, my mind cloudy and vision blurry.

But after a few minutes of heavy breathing, my moans having fizzled out, Kaleb peppered kisses down the inside of my sweaty thigh. “Now that you’ve come back down to Earth, get me out of these damn handcuffs, Freya.”

His request caused a hearty laugh to escape my mouth, and I pushed myself up into a sitting position to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.

“It’s great to actually see you smile, Freya,” my therapist told me, offering me one of her own. She placed her clipboard down in front of her. “Now tell me, what about your old self is it that you miss?”

I twiddled my thumbs. “I was always so sure that I was a decent person, but ever since the incident, I’ve had doubt. It’s slowly disappearing, but I’m worried that I’ll never be able to get back to the person I used to be.”

She hummed. “Well, what if you could merge the old version of yourself with the new version of yourself? Both the old you and you now possess excellent qualities, and I believe it would be a shame to lose what you’ve learned since the incident.”

I scrunched up my brows. I’d never thought of it that way. Since being kidnapped, I’d noticed I was much more sensitive, but perhaps that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It had been a habit of mine to pretend I was okay, even when I wasn’t, but I was slowly allowing myself to open up to others.

“Maybe you’re actually more in touch with your emotions now? The confidence will come with time, but you seem more honest about everything—not only with what happened to you with your kidnapping but also with your parents’ divorce and the assault you suffered at the hands of a boy from college.”

My therapist and I had dug deeper into my past. In the beginning, I hadn’t been overly willing to talk about it, claiming they weren't the reasons for my need for therapy. But now, looking back at it, I realised that I’d allowed everything to build until I was smothered. The situation with Will had been the final straw that had thrown me off the cliff’s edge.

“I understand it’s hard, but if we can begin looking at the positives regarding the situation, healing will become much easier for you. Even if you still focus on the negatives, just accepting that there are some positives will allow you to accept your past.”

I left the session with a skip in my step, feeling relatively positive, and when I felt my phone buzz inside my pocket, I pulled it out and beamed down at the text from Kaleb.

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