Sinful Serenade

Chapter 16

Fuck. His words are so filthy, I clench my thighs, and my pussy pulsates with need.

"I want...you," I say breathlessly. I just don't know how to work around his touch aversion, and I don't want to ask aloud and make him feel like shit about something he can't control.

He didn't ask me why I self-harm; he just realized it on his own—I guess that's what I have to wait for. 

A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Wanting me is a start, I suppose. One day, I'll get you to need me so badly, that you won't be able to breath until I'm inside of you." 

Before I can respond, he takes my hand and leads me back to the bed. Gently tossing me on the mattress, he retrieves a red ribbon from one of his bags. I noticed last night that he has quite a few bags, as if everything he owns is in here. Or maybe he just requires a lot when he's on tour.  

His touch is gentle as he ties my hands together and moves them above my head. He then grabs the pocket knife from the night he was in my room, and before I can comprehend what he's doing, he slices through my shirt, tossing the remnants on the floor. My bandaged arms are completely exposed to him again, but even if I feel self-conscious, I can't do shit about it with my hands tied.

My heart hammers as the cool air hits my skin, and I shiver, not just from the chill, but from the anticipation coursing through me. Kenneth's eye rake over my body with a hunger that sets all my nerves ablaze. He leans in, his breath hot against my neck as he murmurs, "Let's see how much more fun we can have, little trouble."

His hands travel slowly over my exposed skin, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. Every touch is electrifying, heightening my senses and making me crave more. He explores every inch of my body with a patience that both pisses me off and drives me wild. 

"Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my core.

"Yes," I whisper, the words leaving my lips before I can think twice.

Kenneth's expression softens for a fleeting moment, a glimpse of a deeper emotion in his eyes, but the predatory gleam returns as he begins to kiss down my stomach. 

I arch my back, straining against the ribbon that holds my hands, and let out a gasp of pure need. With his eyes locked on me, he swiftly removes my jeans and then my lace panties. My legs tremble with desire and a tinge of fear, but it's a lot easier to relax now when I know the reason he ties me up.

"Don't worry, little trouble. I'm going to give you my cock, but first, I need a taste. This pussy is better than the finest scotch. I'm fucking addicted," he admits, like it isn't a big fucking deal.

He's addicted to me.

His tongue lashes against my clit, causing my legs to jerk. He only chuckles, pinning my legs up to my chest. I blush as I feel his nose brush against my clit before he sucks on it. 

"Oh shit," I moan loudly.    

"Stay still," he orders, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to make you come first, so you're ready for me."

It isn't a request, but I still nod frantically. He smirks, and his mouth gets back to work, licking and sucking my pussy with fervor. Just like before, it feels like he's trying to lick me from the inside out. 

With the help of his earlier teasing, I'm on the edge in a matter of minutes. I whine, helplessly grinding against his face. With another flick to my clit, my orgasm slams into me like a semi. I cry out, but he doesn't slow down.  

"K-Kenneth," I choke on his name. I can already feel a second orgasm building up, but I'm still so sensitive from the first one. I can't fucking take it.