Was this meant to get me dripping wet? Because it certainly was.
He was doing this deliberately and it was working. Otherwise, how would you explain the way heat pooled in my lower region just by watching him undress?
I stood so totally lost that I forgot all about what I was about asking him.
He let his trousers fall freely, pooling around his feet as he walked out of them.
Kester stood before me in his boxers, and Selene, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at how packed up down there was.
I took a step back without thinking.
For some reason, I was nervous. And for other reasons, I realized Kester had bought those toys for me… For us.
He reached for me, his large, warm palm closing around my trembling fingers, bringing them up to his lips. His mouth was so hot against my skin.
“Welcome to Maldives, baby,” He said, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of my body, which was covered in nothing but the lingerie he had dressed me with.
“How… How did we get here? Can’t remember landing,” I swallowed, asking in a barely audible voice. Perhaps it was just the roaring of blood in my ears that made me not hear myself properly.
He hummed, trailing soft kisses along my wrist. “You had quite the nap, baby.” He replied, but it didn’t make sense. How could I have slept for over thirteen hours? That was impossible. Not unless I was dealing with a man like Kester. He made it possible.
“What did you do? You made me sleep that long, didn’t you?” He smirked but didn’t respond, pulling me gently close to himself.
Why was I worried?
Oh, gods above. Kester had surely done something I might not like. Or… Did he make me sleep so he could plan ? surprise for me?
No. It wasn’t making sense.
But before I could think it further, he leaned down and pressed his lips to my lips, kissing a slow line down the side. Each kiss sent a sizzle between my legs, and I tilted my head to give him more access before I suddenly pulled back.
“What are these for?” I gestured toward the toys.
“They are for us, baby. I’ll use them on you while I fuck you” He said ever so casually, like it didn’t mean anything. 1
My lungs stopped working, but I swallowed hard, my eyes darting to the assortment of items he had so carefully arranged. The sleek, polished metal. The leather straps. The ones designed to tease, torment, and control.
Everything about them screamed dominance. Power. Pleasure laced with something darker.
My pulse spiked.
“Wait. You can’t possibly use these on me,” I breathed out in a shaky voice.
A deep chuckle rumbled from him, “Why not?” he murmured, his fingers grazing my jaw, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Scared?”
Those things looked terrifying.
And yet, the way he said it and looked at me made my body burn with a dangerous curiosity.
“Come on, Mine. I’ve been waiting impatiently for you to wake up.” He guided me to the bed as he picked up a chain, partly covered by black leather.
“What are those?” I asked curiously, my gase nervously flicking from the chains to his eyes, which held pure delight.
“These would bind you to the bed, while I do things to you your body would thank me for afterward.” He kissed my lips ever so slowly again before pulling away and whispering into my ear, “Now, lay down. I’m as horny as fuck.”
KESTER.
Putting her to sleep on the flight was child’s play. A necessary inconvenience.
I had to.
Otherwise, she would have gotten in the way of what I intended to do. And the commotion that followed-when everyone found out there was a body locked inside the convenience-would have ruined this trip before it even began.
I had no regrets. The world was full of corpses, and one more wouldn’t tip the scales.
This wouldn’t be the first time a corpse turned up on a plane. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.
Now, I only had to hope the reporters would shut up about it. The frequency at which they broadcasted the incident was becoming an irritation, but nothing I couldn’t handle.
I knew she’d be mad when she found out, but she’d get over it.
My eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her body wrapped in the sexy outfit I had chosen for her, which was turning me on to a feverish degree. She looked fucking perfect.
A perfect slut for me.
Did she even realize how sinfully gorgeous she was? Women spent money, time, and endless effort chasing bodies like hers. But she had it effortlessly. Naturally. Like she was sculpted by the gods for the sole purpose of being my personal ruin.
She shifted slightly, her breathing uneven as her gaze darted toward the array of toys I’d laid out. I saw the conflict and anticipation in her eyes. She’d never done this before. I know. It was all new to her.
She was a blank canvas, untouched, and I was the artist, ready to paint her with my desires.
She had no clue what I had in store for her, how far I would take her, and how thoroughly I intended to own every inch of her body. I would own her body and soul until she was nothing but a vessel for my pleasure.
I never intended for us to have a boring sex life, after all.
“But I don’t know anything about these,” she murmured in a voice smaller than usual, swallowing the anxiety creeping up her throat.
She never knew anything.
That was the best part.
So fucking na?ve. And I was happy to be the one shaping her, breaking her, ruining her, tainting her… I was molding her into the kind of woman I wanted her to be for me while I made myself the man she wanted.
“You’ll learn, baby,” I climbed over her, taking off the robe that covered that perfect slutty lingerie I wore her.
My fingers traced down her arms slowly before I caught her wrists in one firm grip and pinned them above her head
“There are so many sinful things I want to do to you, Kasmine.”
I felt her shiver beneath me, her pulse quickening.
“And gods help me, I will ruin you so completely that all you will ever crave is the darkness and destruction I bring.”
She moaned and licked her bottom lip, her eyes half closed… I secured her wrists to the headboard, the cold metal chains locking into place with a soft click.
She gasped.
I had specifically made this ready even before we arrived. I was specific about a whole lot of other things she’d get to see as we explored the whole house, fucking until we barely remembered anything else other than the taste of sin.
I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Don’t be scared, baby.” My voice was low, laced with dark intent. “You were made for this. Made for me. You’ll enjoy every moment of it.”
Her chest rose and fell in uneven waves, and I could feel the rapid thrum of her pulse against my lips as I kissed my way down her throat.
“You trust me, don’t you?” I murmured, my hands already trailing lower, resting on her flat stomach.
I teased her navel with my fingertip, drawing a moan from her before I ventured further down.
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