Black Demands (A Kelly Black Affair Book 2) Page 6

  I closed my eyes and inhaled her sweet scent. Letting my hands roam wild across her small body, I took in her beautiful shape. Perfectly sized, small perky breasts, firm and free with a tight mid-section that fluttered under the onslaught of my tongue.

  Clamping my fingers around her waist, my thumbs dug deep into her belly before sliding one hand up and palming her other tit. I peppered open-mouthed kisses across her belly, tastes of citrus fruit coating my tongue.

  Kendra’s breathing labored and her stomach fluttered. And when I pulled down her thong, I took it upon myself to lift each leg to make it easy for her to step free before putting my mouth to her clit.

  She whimpered a soft lullaby, letting the weight of her body fall back against the wall with a hollow thud. She clamped my skull between her hands to stabilize her balance that teetered on the edge of collapse, and began breathing harder.

  I licked her until my cock strained with pain. Reaching for a pebbled nipple, I reminded her to keep quiet. “We don’t want to get kicked out, do we?”

  She shook her head and put my face back on her pussy.

  I lunged my tongue deep between her pink lips, circled her swollen clit, using my talent to drive her mad. She fought to keep silent, swallowing down the moans I could hear she wanted to sing. They swelled deep inside her lungs, humming across her skin. She writhed her hips against my face and lifted one leg, letting it drape over my shoulder, opening herself even wider.

  Kendra had my balls so tight I clenched my stomach in pleasurable agony. The way she was so willing to submit—even here, confined to the small box of a changing room made to fit one—was intoxicating in and of itself. She wasn’t a normal muse. She was a mistress worth keeping around. And if she kept this up, that was exactly what I planned to do.

  My tongue swirled over her smooth protruding clit, and I slurped it between my teeth, hearing Kendra suck in her last breath before her entire body tensed in orgasm. I kept my mouth on her sex, letting her release the flood over my tongue with her most intimate tastes, and once she could breathe again she whimpered quietly, “Fuck, that was good.”

  I lapped her folds one last time, sending her into a fit of laughter, before standing.

  She looked at me with sedated, unblinking eyes. Feeling her sweaty skin against my touch, I clamped her face between my hands and pushed my pussy-soaked tongue into her mouth. Her lips were cold from the heavy breathing, and her chest still heaved with a fast beating heart. “You liked that, did you?”

  “Very much.” She hooked her leg around my thigh, pulling my hardness against her.

  “Good.” I spun her around and pressed her up against the mirror, kicking her feet wide. “Because I’m not done with you.”

  I undid my belt, then unzipped myself. Freeing my steeled rod, I let my pants drop to my knees.

  Kendra reached behind squeezing my shaft, my cockhead swelling to its maximum size, and she placed it at her entrance. “Go ahead. Cross-examine me, Counselor.”

  I wet my shaft with her moistness, grazing her pussy lips against my veiny skin. “I’m going to make you scream.”

  “You better not.” Her mouth pinched together, deadpan.

  “That’s up to you.” I spread her cunt with my fingers, continuing to lubricate my dick with the leftovers of her orgasm. Her pussy was hot and slick, making it easy to wedge my cockhead past her lips and into her hot cavern for the first time.

  With her standing tall in her heels, she was just tall enough for me to comfortably bend at the knees and work myself deep into her core. I teased her, pushing in before pulling out. She shook her head as if mildly frustrated with the way I was slowly taking her, and Kendra pushed her ass further back into me as if telling me exactly where to hit it.

  With each stroke, I slid further than before, and when my balls tightened with pleasure, I slapped her ass loud enough for anyone close by to hear.

  “That’s not fair.” Her head sprang up, her eyes wide as she found me in the mirror.

  My hips lunged deep to her core, taking her mind off of the sting of my hand. I cast my gaze down to my cock thrusting in and out of her tight pussy. The perfectly round globes of her ass kept me so painfully hard, jiggling with each lunge, I couldn’t see wanting this fuck to end anytime soon.

  I reached around, finding her dangling tit, and took her peaked nipple between my fingers, rolling it. Kendra grinded harder against my pelvis, dropping her head down as if to stifle the sounds she desperately wanted to make. She was a wild animal, and being caged and muzzled was completely foreign to her. But I liked seeing her struggle.

  I quickened my thrusts just as I heard someone step into the room next to ours. My lips curved with a challenging smile. I didn’t care if we were caught. Didn’t care if others knew what Kendra and I were doing. But I knew Kendra cared. “Now, quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing.” I bent over her, nipping at her ear.

  Kendra reached for the wall. Pulling an empty hanger off the hook, she bit down on the wood, clamping it firmly between her teeth.

  My lips curved with satisfaction. She was tenacious, resourceful, and able to put it all on the line to do whatever it took to obey my command. Except it didn’t matter what she did to try to stifle her own cries. I knew just the combination that would make her moan.

  Clamping my fingers on one of her shoulders, I continued to rock my hips in long, deep strokes. From tip to base I worked her, feeling her cunt tightening on my length with each lunge I gifted. Soon my balls tightened and the ball of fire spread from the base of my spine, up to my shoulders, shooting my core temperature up another degree. She was close to spilling over, and if I allowed myself I would be right there with her. “You’re going to come when I come,” I said through gritted teeth, slamming my hips against her ass.

  She nodded, the hanger still firmly clamped between her teeth.

  I angled her hips up and cast my gaze down to her tight anus. Licking my thumb, I dug my fingertips into her fleshy cheeks. Everything about her ass tempted me like nothing before. Slowly, I slid my thumb down her crack, guiding it to her hole. I circled my hips, hitting her deep against her cervix, and whispered close to her ear, “Nod if you want to come.”

  Sweat pellets formed on her brow as she nodded.

  My face twisted as I pounded in to her, our skin slapping loud enough for the person next to us to hear, and just as I felt her tighten around my cock, I pushed my thumb into her asshole. Kendra’s mouth flew open, dropping the hanger, and crying out loud into the air.

  In that moment it was just us. With the room spinning around us, nothing else mattered. It didn’t concern me that someone was trying on new clothes while listening to us get off. If anything, I hoped what they heard inspired them in some way.

  Once my dick went limp, I took a step back. Reaching down for my jacket, I took a silk cloth from the pocket. First I cleaned Kendra, then myself. We exchanged smiles, but neither of us spoke a single word. Then, out of the blue, a woman’s voice said, “I’d love to know what you’re trying on over there.”

  We both looked at each other and burst out laughing, wondering how we were ever going to be able to deny what just happened with a straight face.

  9

  Kelly

  “I’m not sure I like you looking so damn sexy.” Kendra smirked the moment I stepped into my penthouse living room wearing a tuxedo.

  My eyes traveled the length of her, marveling at the gown we had purchased from Kristin. She looked even better now than when I first saw her try it on at the store.

  I chuckled, feeling flattered by her comment.

  Tonight, she had her hair flowing in lose waves over her shoulders and down the center of her back. Her dark hair was a perfect match to her dress. She looked delicate, yet strong. Mysterious, yet insanely sexy.

  Sauntering over to her with my hands buried deep in my pockets, I couldn’t escape the way she was looking at me with a knowing glimmer twinkling in her eye. She was pure gold. Black
gold. My gold.

  “Don’t worry,” I snaked my hands around to her ass, “I’ll keep you close.”

  She angled her head up to look me in the eye. “And why would you need to do that?”

  “To fight off the other kittens who will be clawing at me throughout the night.”

  Her breath caught and I felt her muscles tighten in my grip. “Can you please tell me where we’re going?”

  Her pleas only caused my stomach to flex harder, loving the way her sounds of desperation passed over her lips. It was similar to how she sounded when orgasming, and I’d do anything to hear her beg the way she was right now. Taking her forgiving face inside my hand, her soft eyes pleaded with me, showing only a hint of the concern I knew she was feeling. “Did she specifically tell you to wear these?”

  Kendra reached up with one hand, touching the tanzanite earrings Madam had given her. “Yes. But not tonight. I forgot to give them back.”

  My fingers splayed as I smoothed the tips across her neck to take a closer look at the blue jewels pinned to her ears. “They don’t go with your dress.”

  “But the Madam insists I wear them.”

  Slowly, my hands fell to her shoulders. Twisting her around, I faced her in front of the large wood-framed mirror hanging on the wall. Together we stared at our image—the image of us—and I could tell by the way she was standing, with her shoulders rolled back, chin held high, that she liked the image we portrayed as a couple. And I did, too. We looked strong. Like we could take the world on without repercussion.

  “But they must go,” I said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

  Kendra remained silent, never protesting my moves to remove the studs from her ears. She knew it had to be this way. There was no way around it. Kendra was my girl now. She’d wear my things. Not Madam’s.

  One by one I removed Madam’s earrings, setting them on the cherry oak dresser beneath the mirror. In a soft murmur I said, “Tonight, you’re my girl. And with that, you must also wear my jewelry.”

  Side-stepping Kendra, I reached past her and opened the top drawer. Kendra watched as I carefully pulled a black velvet box out, placing it inside her opened hands. “Kelly—”

  “Don’t thank me. Just open the box.” Her eyes watered as she smiled. When she opened the box I said, “You deserve it.”

  After we had picked out her dinner gown for tonight, I’d secretly had Maxwell make another purchase for me. Inside the small box laid a pair of black diamond studs encased in 14 karat white gold, with a necklace to match. “Thank you, Kelly. They’re incredible.”

  “Here, let me assist.” I hooked the necklace around her neck, balancing the stone evenly above her cleavage, while she put the stones in her ears. “Stunning.” I smiled, admiring her beauty.

  “You didn’t have to do this,” she whispered.

  “But I did,” I said, spinning her around, holding her in my arms. Our eyes danced just before I leaned down to kiss her. She sucked my tongue, purring against my hard chest. “Now everyone will know that you’re mine; and not to lay their paws on you.”

  “I’d like that.” She nipped at my lips before turning back to the mirror. “And wearing all this black will let them know that I’m dangerous and should not be messed with.”

  Kendra swiped her claws through the air like a cat and I laughed.

  Then she turned to me, looping her arms around my neck. “We must be going somewhere really important.”

  “Depends who you ask.” My hands fell to the globes of her ass.

  “I’m asking you.” She tipped her head further back, exposing the pulsing veins in her slender neck.

  “And why would you suggest that?”

  “Because you clearly want to show me off.”

  My fingers dug into her soft, fleshy backside as I kissed her. “A woman with your beauty deserves to be placed on a pedestal.”

  “And is that what you’re going to do? Place me on a pedestal?”

  I grinned, feeling my amusement hit my eyes. My lips pressed firmly into hers before my knees gave and I purposely slid my body down her front.

  Kendra’s forehead wrinkled. “What are you doing, Kelly?”

  My lips pulled to the corners of my mouth, smiling as I reached up under her dress and gripped the thong she was wearing.

  “Kelly!” She looked around as if someone was in my house with us. But we were alone. There was no one here but us.

  “Put your hands up.” My voice was firm, commanding her full attention.

  She tilted her head to the side and gave me a skeptical look.

  “Put. Your. Hands. Up.” This time I said it with more authority than before. Slowly, she took her hands off of mine—still buried under her dress—and lifted her hands up, over her shoulders with palms facing out.

  Gently, I tugged the elastic waistband of her thong off the bones of her hips. Kendra’s hand fluttered to her neck as I worked the laced fabric further down the length of her thigh before letting it fall to the floor. A warmth spread across my chest when I saw the white, angelic color she’d chosen. I thought it ironic she chose that color when I had the rest of her covered in black. “You won’t be needing these tonight,” I said, working the loosely wrapped band away from her ankles.

  Kendra looked away and rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh.

  I balled her panties inside my fist as I stood. “How does it feel?”

  “I feel exposed.”

  The pad of my thumb brushed her flamed cheek. “Excellent. It’s the only way I’ll survive the night.”

  “I hate not knowing where we’re going.” She pressed her thighs together as if she didn’t like the feeling of air freely flowing up against her sex.

  “It’s not worthy of discussion.” She watched me stuff her underwear inside my tuxedo jacket pocket before letting her hands fall onto my shoulders. “Knowing you’re commando will keep me entertained when the environment gets stuffy, which it’s sure to do.”

  “And what about you?” Kendra’s tongue slid over her lip. “Are you also going commando?”

  Flicking my wrist, I checked the time. “Maxwell is ready. I’d hate to keep him waiting.” I winked.

  But before I could step away, Kendra was on me. She reached between my legs and squeezed my package. “You’re wearing underwear, aren’t you?”

  I refused to answer. Pushing her hand away, I moved to the door, collecting my things along the way. That’s what I liked about her. Things had to be even. She demanded an even playing field, even if she knew she had a disadvantage. The game didn’t stop the entire ride down the elevator. Kendra made multiple attempts to cop a feel, and even tried one last time before stepping outside the building to a waiting, running vehicle. We both said our quick hellos to Maxwell, and as soon as we were buckled into our seats we headed to the heart of the city.

  Kendra reached over and touched my thigh. “Downtown, huh?”

  “Don’t you just love surprises?” I teased.

  “Normally, yes. But tonight you’re just pissing me off.” Her eyes glittered like stars on a moonless night. “Must be an important function you’re taking me to. Can you at least tell me if we’ll be eating? I’m starved.”

  Without looking at her I said, “The Mayor always serves up a feast.”

  Kendra’s gasp was loud enough for me to know her eyes just popped out of her face. “We’re going to the Mayor’s mansion?”

  I rolled my head back to her with a knowing grin on my face. Raising my brows, I said, “Is there a problem?”

  Kendra nervously twisted her fingers over her lap. “Yeah. There is a problem.”

  My brow arched. “And what would that be?”

  “I like to know these kinds of things before I make a commitment.” Her gaze hardened.

  “What’s the point?” I leaned closer to her. Her intoxicating scent traveled straight to my brain. “You’d be coming with me regardless.”

  “That may be. But still,” she swallowed, “I like to have tim
e to wrap my head around what the evening will entail and who I’ll be talking with.”

  She was so damn cute when nervous. A part of me hoped that she’d be out of her element tonight, if only to give her another reason to stay close and remain by my side. Reaching over, I took her hands into mine. “You’ll do fine,” I said, letting my gaze fall to the ring I’d given her. She looked good in silver and black. There was no doubt about it. It was her combination, the mixture that gave her a new edge. “Just like everything else, we’re in this together,” I lifted my eyes to meet her gaze, “no matter what.”

  “I’m not cut out for these people.” Her breaths quickened.

  “Me, neither.” I hooked her jaw with my finger, turning her head toward me. “I’ll be there for you.” She nodded. “If there is anything I’ve learned over the years, it’s how to interact in the high society we’re about to walk into. Follow my lead and you’ll be fine.”

  Kendra nodded and I kissed her plump lips. Our tongues gently pressed into each other as I gave her time to process the knowledge of where we were going. Closing my eyes, I was dizzy with feelings for her—overwhelming and intense, but welcoming at the same time. I’d do anything to comfort her, protect her, and ensure she had a great time. There was nothing for her to worry about. Kendra was going to do fine. And the longer we kissed, I felt her nerves melt away, shedding the layers of fear, beginning to uncover the strength I knew she had locked away, hidden inside her.

  By the time we pulled up front, Maxwell stopping in front of the beautiful Tudor mansion, there were already hundreds of people here. It was an annual event that brought in LA’s wealthiest and most influential citizens. Maxwell opened my door and I took the liberty of guiding Kendra to her feet. Threading my fingers through hers, I held onto her tight enough to reassure her of the promises I’d made of keeping her close.