Tyson ~
Our Kinsley was so fucking perfect, I could hardly stand it.
I knew I should have given her little pussy a break after our time in the playroom last night, but I couldn't help myself. She had me coming unglued at that restaurant and I wanted nothing more than to get her behind closed doors so I could make her scream.
My mind started considering the idea of taking her back home, but I knew I'd get carried away if I had her alone in the playroom. She needed to rest and recuperate, but that didn't mean I couldn't play with her a little.
I asked her for her address and headed toward her apartment, already hating it based on the dangerous neighborhood alone.
On the way there I dialed Dane's number to inform him that Kinsley would be joining us at the opera. I also figured he'd like to hear the sound of her voice in the middle of the day while he was working.
"What's up?" Dane answered, with an irritated tone which was pretty common while he was working.
"Just here with Kinsley, wanting to let you know we'll have a plus one on Friday." I said, shooting Kinsley a wink from the driver's seat.
"Ah come on man, don't drag her to that shit." Dane groaned.
I couldn't help but laugh at Dane's reaction, knowing he felt the same way that I did about the fucking opera. We only went for Ma and every time it was a fight to stay awake.
"She wants to go." I chuckled.
"She wants to go to the opera?" Dane asked.
"Yes she most certainly does." Kinsley chimed in on her own behalf, folding her arms across her chest like an adorable little brat which drove me wild.
"Do you understand how boring it is?" Dane scoffed.
"You two, I swear. No appreciation for the arts." Kinsley returned, giving me a playful glare.
"What you didn't feel appreciated last night?" I teased.
"You are our favorite artist you know." Dane added.
Our comments put blush on Kinsley's cheeks and she took her bottom lip between her teeth, unsure how to respond to our compliments, but loving them all the same.
"I've never been to the opera." She said with a sudden shyness, almost embarrassment.
"Well if you want to go, then I'll make it happen, gorgeous. We'd love to show you off. Hell, Maybe we'll be able to stay awake if you're there." Dane said with a laugh.
Kinsley rolled her eyes at Dane's comment with a big smile stretched across her face.
Voices echoed in the background of Dane's call, indicating he wasn't alone in his office anymore. The voices were hushed and stern and Dane's demeanor immediately changed.
"I gotta go, but Kinsley...I can't wait for Friday baby," Dane said quickly, making sure to end the call on a high note with Kinsley.
The line went dead as Dane went to handle business and I knew that he needed something to look forward to at the end of the week. He worked too damn hard, and even though he ran that club like a well oiled machine, he put himself at risk, dealing with the scum of the earth daily and defending the families finances from law enforcement or enemy organizations.
My thoughts were interrupted as I pulled up to Kinsley's apartment.
Holy shit, this is so fucking dangerous.
I eyed the building and the lack of security. There wasn't a gate, there wasn't surveillance or clear views. It was falling apart and too easy to access from every side.
I don't fucking like this. She can't live here.
Kinsley nervously tucked some hair behind her ear and chewed her lip, clearly understanding that I was displeased with her apartment complex. Normally I'd just speak my mind and blurt out that the place was a fucking dump and that I wouldn't allow her to live in such an unsecured place, but I knew if I insulted her apartment, she'd take it as a personal blow. She'd think it was about economic status and that's not why I disliked her place - I disliked it because it wasn't safe and our girl needed to be safe.
"I know it's not much." She said as she led me up the stairs.
Well at least she doesn't live on the ground floor, but I still need to talk to Dane about this.
I didn't respond because I refused to lie to her, but I nodded as I followed her up the stairs, eyeing the way she didn't even have her keys out and ready. Several eyes followed her from balconies of adjacent apartments, but quickly turned away once I came into view.
"This is me." She said with a nervous grin as she pushed the door open and led me inside.
It was small, like really fucking small - smaller than my closet, but she had decorated it perfectly. It didn't match with the rest of the tattered building and was spotless and comforting. Everything had it's place which is not what I was expecting.
Looking down at the lock on her door, I tested it as I walked in, twisting it to expose a one inch bolt that couldn't keep a grandma from busting through it.
"This lock is shit." I muttered without thinking.
"It's um, the only lock that was installed in the door when I rented the place." She said meekly.
Of course it is. The bare fucking minimum, if you could even call it that. She needs at least three reinforced locks on this door, including a damn chain. There's not even a peep hole.
"I'll take care of that for you. What are your plans tomorrow? I can come by and replace the whole damn door with something better...er um, safer, I mean."
"Thank you. I'll be in my studio tomorrow so any time will work."
I looked around, seeing only the door for the bedroom and a small door for the bathroom.
"Where's your studio?" I asked.
Kinsley's face lit up and she flashed me an excited smile.
"That's the best part." She said with a grin, snatching some keys from a drawer and prancing back toward the door with giddy excitement that put a smile on my face.
"When Adriana started buying my work, I was able to rent out the apartment next to mine. It was damaged and being renovated, so I only pay partial rent."
She unlocked the door and extended her arm with pride, letting me walk in first as she followed behind.
There was paint fucking everywhere and the entire place was coated in drop cloths, but the walls were lined with immaculate paintings that rivaled anything I'd ever seen in a museum.
"Do you like it?" She asked with an unsure tone.
"Of course I do. This is what makes you happy right?"
She nodded vigorously with a huge smile on her face. "Very much so."
"Then I fucking love it." I said genuinely.
My words made her smile grow wider and she showed me around, telling me about some of her artwork with more enthusiasm and passion than I'd ever seen in a person. I was entranced and intoxicated by this side of Kinsley and by the time we returned to her apartment, I was about ready to rip that dress off of her with my teeth.
I closed her door and locked it behind me with that pathetic excuse for a lock and was thrilled to find that Kinsley had obviously been equally as excited to have me in her space.
She eyed me up and down with those big bright bedroom eyes, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.
"What's on your mind, beautiful?" I asked, wishing she'd ditch that dress already.
"You." She replied instantly in a sultry tone that made my dick stand at attention.
A sly grin crept up the side of my face at her admission, but I knew I had to be gentle with her today. We hadn't gone easy on her the night before and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her or cause her pain before I had to leave for the day.
"You want me to finish what a started in the restaurant?" I asked, taking a step forward.
She nodded her head slowly, but that wasn't good enough. I arched a brow at her and stopped moving, hoping she'd realize her mistake,
"Yes, Daddy." she corrected.
Goddamn, I'm never gonna get tired of hearing that.
"Lose your dress and panties...then have a seat on the couch."
She did as I asked immediately, without hesitation, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles before moving toward the couch and having a seat. She stared up at me waiting for instructions, thirsting for my commands, hungry to please me and I couldn't get enough of it.
I towered over her, surveying what was mine before I dropped to my knees in front of her. It wasn't my favorite position, but it was the only position for what I had planned for little Kinsley.
"Spread your legs." I ordered, watching her legs part for me.
"More." I said coldly, wanting to see all of her.
She was still swollen from the night before and I knew she had to be sore, so today I'd be sweet for her.
I moved forward and she seemed to brace herself, which only confirmed my suspicions.
"Don't worry baby, I know you're sore. I'm gonna be sweet and make you come with my tongue today, nice and soft." I hummed, letting my tongue sweep across my bottom lip as I readied myself to feast.
I lowered my head so that I was eye level with her glistening pussy, placing my hands on her thighs as I forced them further apart and scooting her ass forward, giving me perfect access to her drenched opening.
"I'm not gonna hurt you baby," I said with my lips grazing the outside of her opening as I spoke the words.
She whimpered and arched at the feather light contact of my lips and the feeling of my warm breath against her sensitive skin.
So perfect...so fucking perfect.
I let the tip of my tongue graze her opening, dragging it up her slit with barely any pressure. I was teasing her, tickling and sucking at her sensitive folds and loving the soft moans that escaped her sweet mouth as I moved slowly toward her clit.
Her hands instinctively moved to the back of my head, lacing into my hair and as much as I wanted to restrain her hands, I decided to try something new. I loved the feeling of her hands in my hair and I decided to turn a bit of control over to her.
"Take what you need from me, Kinsley," I said against her pussy, letting my lips vibrate against her skin as I encouraged her to manipulate my head with her hands.
She arched her back and laced her fingers into my hair, grabbing hold of the roots which sent shivers down my spine as she moved me closer to her clit.
I know what you want baby. I can give you that.
I rolled her swollen clit beneath my tongue slowly...softly...back and forth changing the amount of pressure with every pass of my tongue until her hips started to rock at the same pace. She met every pass of my tongue with a thrust of her hips, grabbing hold of my hair for leverage as she lost herself in pleasure.
"Oh my God." she moaned lazily at the ceiling as I licked and sucked at her opening, flattening and rolling my tongue slowly over her clit.
"You taste so fucking good." I mumbled against her flesh, loving the way the vibrations of my voice made her back arch.
My pace was slow and sensual and I took my time pleasuring my sweet Kinsley. Her hips rocked forward, keeping in perfect rhythm with my tongue as if we were reading each other's thoughts. My tongue was diligent and lazy all at the same time, lapping and sucking at her pussy as if it was my last meal on earth.
"Tyson." She moaned, tightening her hold on my hair and letting my name drag out into long syllables.
Mmm say my fucking name baby.
I quickened my pace and increased the pressure of my tongue, letting the tip flick and pulsate on her needy clit.
"F-fuck." She whimpered, which mean I didn't need to change a fucking thing that I was doing.
"I...I"m...I..." She was trying to tell me something I already knew and I couldn't wait to push her over the edge.
Let me take you there, Kinsley.
She was fisting my hair and grinding into me, staying right on the edge, but needed something else. Luckily, I knew exactly what our girl needed.
"Come for me baby." I growled against her clit as I squeezed her ass with a bruising grip.
My quick command was all she needed and as soon as my tongue resumed its place on her throbbing clit, I felt her inner thighs start to quiver and her pussy clenched as she thrust her hips forward one last time. Her tight abdominal muscles flexed and contracted as she rode out her intense orgasm, fisting my hair as I pressed hard against her clit, feeling it rhythmically pulse and throb beneath my tongue.
"Good girl." I hummed against her skin as she finished, loving the way her entire body melted and responded to my praise.
I had never dropped to my knees for a woman before. I had never handed over so much control before, but it felt right. I was her strength and she was my weakness and I was going to have to slowly come to terms with that.