Page 21 of Grave Kisses
“I can get a hotel room,” I say. “I can…”
“No,” Bellamy and Marcus say simultaneously.
“This is weird,” I mutter as Bellamy pulls me onto the porch as Marcus unlocks the front door.
“Come on,” Bellamy laughs, dragging me into the house.
“What can we do to help?” Marcus asks.
“I just need to relax,” I say with a sigh. “I haven’t just… chilled out… in a while.”
“How about this?” Bellamy says. “You go take a shower. I will make us some dinner, and Marcus will bring you something to wear. We can eat and watch a movie. Does that work?”
“Yeah,” I say with a heavy sigh. “I hate this. I hate feeling dependent on people. I don’t have anything and—”
“Kendra,” Bellamy says, interrupting me. “Baby steps, darling. First, go take a shower. Upstairs and the second door on the right is the master bedroom. Use whatever is in there, and relax. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
They both smile sweetly at me, and I follow the directions up to the master bedroom. I am struggling to remember, but I don’t want to ask again. There is a giant king-sized bed that instantly grabs my attention. It is a four-poster bed, and the footboard looks like it is a stockade. There are various restraints and hooks on the headboard and on the posts. At the top of the posts aremore hooks. It looks almost like if someone were standing at the end of the bed, they would be restrained that way.
“Holy fuck…” I say to myself as I scan the room. I am stunned by all of this, but I think I might have gone into the wrong room. I turn to leave, and Marcus is standing in the doorway, making me yip like a fucking dog as I jump back.
“This isn’t the second door on the right, Kendra,” he says with a devious smirk.
“It’s… not,” I say, my face heating with an intense blush. “I… forgot which door. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“Shh. It’s fine,” he says as he walks closer. “I must say, Kendra. Seeing you in this room, blushing and unable to make eye contact with me, is doing something for me.”
“I… what the fuck is all of this?” I ask. “Don’t answer that. I’m just going to find the right room.”
“Stop,” Marcus says, looping his arm around my waist and pulling me back in front of him when I go to walk away. He grabs my hands, and I realize I am shaking. “Are you scared, Kendra?”
“No,” I say.
“Are you nervous?”
“More like anxious,” I explain. “I… don’t have a good relationship with myself on these topics. It makes me feel dumb.”
“Have you had consensual sex, Kendra?” he says, tipping my face up to meet him.
“Yes,” I reply softly.
“But not enough to be confident with things?”
“No. It’s always been… subpar. It felt like a chore anytime I was in a relationship. Just felt like something I had to do, unless I wanted to be alone,” I explain.
Marcus leans in and whispers, “I’m going to have so much fun teaching you, Little Brat.” I swallow hard at his words but gasp softly when he gently brushes his lips across mine. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted nothing more than to have you in that stockade at my mercy.”
“I… You… I don’t know what to say to that,” I squeak out.
“You don’t have to say anything, Kendra. Just picture it. Give it some thought. Until then… Go shower.”
“In here or…”
“If you want,” he says with a smirk. “I’d suggest going across the hall, though.”
“I’m curious now,” I admit.
