Page 14 of Truth
“Yes.” A small moan escapes my lips.
“Yes, what?” he growls, gripping my neck and pulling it to his lips as he sucks and devours the delicate flesh. I want to accept this part of me. Nick was cruel and used my proclivity against me. I decide now.
“Yes, I wanted to feel the pain.” Admitting my truth feels like a baptism. I want to feel the pain, the exquisite pain of being taken by a man that is meant to dominate me. I want to feel revered and worshipped while being defiled and owned. He’s everything I never knew I wanted until I walked into Church.
Releasing me from his decadent assault on my neck, he turns my head until we are eye to eye. “Come with me.” He stands, holding out his hand for me to take.
Slipping my hand into his makes me feel small. His hand engulfs mine. I look delicate, and it’s a feeling I am unfamiliar with. He brings my hand to his lips and turns it over to kiss the inside of my wrist, causing my stomach to do a little flip. It’s such a sweet gesture from someone who looks anything but.
“Be mine for tonight. Let me show you everything your body desires. I want to bury myself inside you until you forget your own name. Let yourself be seen. I want the girl behind the mask, the one who keeps her dirty little secrets and waits to think of them only when she touches herself… I wanther.”
I’m dumbstruck by his words. I know what I’m doing, and I know that it’s wrong, but why does every fiber of my being scream to methis is right! I want this, and the fact that he wants the dirtiest version of me makes me want to strip my clothes off and fuck him in the middle of the room. I don’t care about the consequences; tonight is for me. I’m going to drown my sorrows in King and let him kiss every part and make it better.
“I want to hear it.” He locks eyes with me, shaping my understanding. He needs to know that I am all in. He needs me to say the words so they can act like the seal cementing our arrangement. Our one-night-only affair. I push back from him to give myself distance…distance because I want him to know that I am not saying anything because he is a heady drug making my mind splinter from my body. I am of very fucking sound mind and body.
“Just for tonight. I’m yours and you’re mine.”
KING SLOWLY REACHES HIS LARGEhand out, spreading his fingers as they touch my stomach until his palm is flat. I can feel the heat from his hands burning through the fabric of my black silk wrap dress. His touch is delicate and purposeful, the opposite of what I expected but everything I crave.
“I’m going to kiss you, and I only tell you because I’m not sure how strong my restraint will hold before I rip that fucking dress off your gorgeous body.” His voice is controlled through gritted teeth as he gathers the fabric into his fisted hand, forcing me to pull closer to him. Bringing his other hand up, he cups my jaw, positioning my head where he wants, and releases my dress to mirror his already placed hand with the other hand.
Bringing his mouth down to mine to hold me in place, our lips barely brush against each other, and then softly, reverently, he begins to kiss me. I’m all consumed, completely enveloped by the movement of our mouths, the feel of his hands directing my head, my chest against his torso. I don’t know where I begin and he ends. The outside world is irrelevant. I could die, and I would be forever sated. The kiss begins to pick up speed as I grab the front of his suit lapels, like a drowning man to an oar, clinging to the breath I’m being given.
Breaking our kiss, King moves one leg forward, forcing me to take a step back, and I instantly realize we have backed up into another person. My eyes grow wide with embarrassment, and I turn my head to apologize when I feel the man run his hand down my arm.
“You’re gorgeous. Any chance you want to share this one?” His voice, dripping with his attraction, makes me wince and my skin crawl.
King reaches across my stomach, turning it to position my body behind his. He reaches out lightning fast, grabbing the man by the throat, causing him to sputter and bat at King’s hands. I’m frozen in my spot. I should run, but I’m more mesmerized by the calm collectiveness King has. He holds this man by his throat but doesn’t seem animated or overcome by the man’s struggling. He’s hyperfocused, protective, violent. This man is powerful and dangerous. I watch his strong, capable arm flex and undulate as the man struggles, and just as fast, he releases him, watching him fall to the floor.
He flexes his hand to relieve the stress of the strength of his squeeze and shakes his head, “Do you know who the fuck I am? If you ever touch her again, I will have your fingers removed, one by one.” Rubbing his jaw, he tilts his head. “That’s not an idle threat. Leave before my generosity changes.” King’s eyes are locked on the man as he struggles to make his way off the floor, crawling a few feet before standing and running toward the exit. King turns to me and takes my hands in his. Turning one over, he kisses my wrist, and my palm caresses his cheek. I can’t help but watch like everything is in slow motion while my arms populate with goose bumps from his touch.
“Are you okay? Nobody will ever touch you. That’s a promise.” He looks up, directing my attention around the room. As I scan the room, eyes dart away. “Nobody will ever touch what is mine.” His eyes are tender while his words are possessive and threatening.
It’s in this very moment that I know…I’ve sold my soul to the devil, and I don’t want it back.
My mind races as we head out of the main room and walk toward the gorgeous staircase that descends to what King has told me are the private rooms. My thoughts are fighting for priority in my mind, and I’m not sure which to choose. Instead of the important thoughts, I blurt out, “What about our drinks? We left them without paying…”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m known here. It’s fine.”
“Oh.”Am I crazy? “Oh”—that’s what I’m going with?I should be running for the hills. He’s probably a psychopath, but I’ve honestly never felt so safe. That guy was a douchebag. Looking over at King’s profile, I can’t help but feel calm, like I’m right where I should be.
His thumb gently rubs my back as we walk, creating a hotspot leading directly to my pussy. We pass three doorways, all ornate, large black doors with gold plaques. Each plaque has a symbol. I don’t look hard enough to make them out, but I do notice they are keyless…weird since rooms would indicate a need for privacy. With every door I pass, I can’t stop thinking of the naughty, delicious things that are happening behind them, making the sexual tension amp up, feeling like an electric charge. I feel hedonistic and wild…I feel free.
I’m led around a corner to a hall with a singular door at the end. This door is different in that it’s without a symbol, and it’s also the only door with a keyhole. I turn my head to look at King, watching as he pulls a key from his pocket and places it in the lock.
He cocks his head sideways, and we connect eyes.
“Nervous?”
“No.”
Holding the key still, he turns it slowly, so slow that even though I know the lock will open, I jump at the click.
“Liar.” His arrogant smile makes me indignant.
“Would you blame me? You just manhandled a complete stranger because he touched my arm.”
“No. I just taught a lesson in unwanted affection; would you prefer I let him touch you? Nobody should touch you without your goddamn permission. If that makes me crazy, then so be it.”
