Page 135 of Kane's Awakening
Kane was a control freak, much like I was with certain aspects of my life, but his control was more centered on bedroom stuff.
I was going to take that control from him and show him how amazing submission could be.
“Are you turning Dom on me?” Kane asked as I positioned him.
I snorted. “I’d be the worse dominant in the world. No. Now, shh.”
He smirked but didn’t argue. However, I wasn’t finished yet. I got off the bed and went to my drawer, taking one of my ties and unraveling it.
“Fuck. Youaregoing all BDSM on me. Do I have to call you Mr. Carson now? What about Daddy?”
“Please don’t call me Daddy,” I said, walking toward him. “It makes me feel old. This is for your eyes.”
The humor left him, and for the first time since beginning my weird plan, he appeared nervous.
“Don’t worry,” I told him as I leaned in and pressed my forehead to his. “I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do. If you want me to stop now, just say so, and I will.”
He inhaled and released the breath, then did it once more, before saying, “Don’t stop. Gotta admit that I’m both curious and fucking turned-on at what you’re doing.”
That was the confirmation I needed, and I slipped the tie around his head before fastening it and covering his eyes.
With his sight and sense of touch absent from him, I then lowered myself back down his body, taking his dick back into my mouth. He jerked his shoulders, as if forgetting his hands were bound, and smiled as he leaned his head back.
“Fuck. You’re going to kill me.”
I slipped the tip in my mouth, loving how my lips stretched around his thickness. Adding my hands, I gripped his shaft with one and used the other to play with his ass. His moans encouraged me, and I created a rhythm with him, changing pace every so often to take him to that brink before reeling him back in.
Gently, I squeezed his base as I rolled my hand upward, pulling from him a bead of pre-cum. I licked it, swirling my tongue inside his slit before stretching my mouth around him again and taking him as far back as I could.
Kane struggled to move again and his quickened breaths became even faster as he reached his breaking point.
When neither of us could stand it any longer, I rolled on a condom and lubed up before laying over him. But I didn’t want him bound for that part. I undid the handcuffs, and once he was free, he tore off the tie and gripped my ass, bringing me closer between his legs.
He lay back on the pillow—his dark hair a mess—and he smiled with so much warmth, it was like the sun had shone through him.
With my breath hitching in my throat, it took a second to pull myself back together. He was just too beautiful. A goofball with the biggest heart of anyone I knew.
Reaching between us, I positioned myself before pushing inside, going slow so I wouldn’t hurt him. The tightness of him nearly sent me over the edge just a few thrusts in, but I gritted my teeth and focused my mind on pleasing him, putting my own pleasure last.
It worked.
I focused on the way he squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth, whimpering as I found his sweet spot. I concentrated on every movement of his body—the way he gripped my hips and tugged me harder against him, the hardness of his stomach, but the softness of his lips as he rose up and kissed my throat.
“God, harder,” he begged, his voice raspy and sexy.
I obeyed, pounding him so hard into the mattress, I was shocked it didn’t break the frame. When he gasped and shuddered around me, I lost my focus and let myself go with him.
“I love you,” I panted after my release died down, resting my head against his. “Meeting you was one of the best things to ever happen to me.”
Kane nuzzled my cheek and wrapped his strong arms around me. His heart beat against mine, erratic in its thumping, and we tried to catch our breaths.
“I love you, too, Rye,” he answered, holding me as if he was afraid I’d leave. “Nothing makes sense without you.”
***
Within the following weeks, I found myself falling even more in love with that silly man of mine. He’d been through so much that year, and yet, he was still standing tall and carried himself with the type of confidence I only wished I could have. There were some nights when he came home from work where I saw the toll such a job was taking on him, but I never once heard him complain.
We both felt better when Michael called one afternoon to tell us the guy behind the shooting at his office had finally been reprimanded. The man had been caught and was awaiting prosecution.
