Good Girl

There’s always a risk when you take a walk on the wild side. A risk that you may not be able to come back. That’s what Erin Chandler fears when she meets a hot sculptor who takes what he wants and gets any woman he wants. Malachi Miuro is definitely not the right man for Erin. He’s unstable, without a real job, and he knows how to take a girl with his dominant ways. Erin just wants to keep her head down so she can keep her job, but with Kai in the mix, that’s impossible. Kai knows he’s all wrong for Erin, but he wants what she’s got. If it means he has to break through her defenses to free the wild child within, then that’s what he’ll do. Even if it shatters her world. But can Kai learn to love Erin without trying to control her? Can Erin become who she’s really meant to be, or will she reject Kai along with her deepest dreams?


23. Twenty Three


    In the cab, he lifted her hand and began to kiss her fingertips. She curled up against him, leaning her head on his shoulder as he kissed the back of her hand. He went nice and slow, letting her feel every touch, every tiny lick. Then he turned her hand over and nibbled on the flesh of her palm, as she squirmed a bit and made soft sounds, not quite moans, as he tickled and bit the sensitive areas.
    From her palm, he moved to her wrist. The flesh of her arm was sweet, firm and softer than velvet. He felt more than heard her indrawn breath as he let his stubble scrape along her skin. Her head was thrown back, her mouth opened with her quickening breath, as he buried his mouth in the crook of her arm, the choicest part, where he would bite into her flesh and feed from her if he was a vampire. He could feel the pulse of her blood under his mouth, feeling how vulnerable she was.
    It felt like they reached Erin's apartment in a flash. She looked similarly dazed. They were both riding a euphoric high. And he was just kissing her arm! His dick was raging hard and demanding attention, his balls clenching in anticipation. Like, telling him to get inside her now.
    Somehow he got through the mechanics of paying for the cab and getting upstairs with her and behind a locked door. He could hardly restrain himself, he wanted to throw her down and take her right there, with all their clothes on. But he couldn’t lose control like that. He did that the first time they had sex, and it had taken two days for him to get a grip again.
    He hooked a finger over the button in the center of her jacket and pulled her closer. She took a step, looking up expectantly. Waiting to see what he was going to do.
    Flicking open the button, he pulled her jacket down over her shoulders. She was wearing a silk shell underneath. He turned her gently around and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down. He wanted to get a good look at that ass.
    Full and round, with deep curves, nothing hidden by the panties she was wearing. Two perfect dimples on either side at the top. What a butt! He could imagine it turning red as he smacked her, gently at first, then harder and harder as she writhed in his lap against his cock…
    He smoothed his hand over one butt cheek, and she shivered, wrapping her arms tight over her chest. He remembered that she was a novice, and a spanking was not the place for him to start tonight. But he would give her a spanking soon enough. She would see it wasn’t anything like what she thought it was.
    With her back still turned to him, he tugged down her panties. She almost stopped him, but he pulled more insistently, and she let go without a word.
She really liked to struggle against her submission.
    Facing her back, he lifted up her top, pulling it over her head. Then he undid her bra, sliding it down off her arms. She was still wearing her high heels, but nothing else.
    Slowly, he turned her to face him again. Her arms were hiding herself, one over her breasts and her other hand cupping her crotch. She was looking up at him, wary because she was naked and he was completely clothed. It was the quickest way to make someone feel powerless.
    He felt better already. No matter how much she fucked with his mind, he could fuck her body and make her belong to him.
    “You can say no any time, remember?” he asked. “Only you like to say no, don’t you? So say ‘stop’ if you really mean it.”
She nodded.
“Repeat it,” he murmured. “Stop.”
“I’m going to bind you now.”
He put a hand on her arm as she looked up at him wordlessly.
    “Come on.” He took her hand and led her into the bedroom, grabbing his messenger bag on the way. It was stuffed with everything he needed for work. And something else.
    His hand closed around the soft bundle and pulled it out. The coils of thick nylon rope had been dyed a grayish green color. He held it up to her face, looking from her eyes to the rope.
    “I thought so. It’s exactly the same color as your eyes.” He had bought the rope a few years ago, attracted by the color, but he had never used it before. When he had found it again in his rope bag, tucked away forgotten in the bottom, he had turned it over in his hands thinking of Erin's eyes and how he would tie her up with it. It was as thick as his little finger, and as soft as a silk scarf.
    Picking up one hand, he wrapped two loops around her wrist and tied the end in a knot that wouldn’t slip. He left the long tail of the rope hanging. Then he tied a loop from another piece of rope around her other wrist. Her breathing quickened.
    Looking deeply into her eyes, he moved her back against the bed, pushing her down to sit. She held onto him with her gaze. He pushed her down to lie back, going with her, so he laid sprawled half over her.
“I’m going to finish kissing the rest of your body,” he told her. “I did the top half last time…”
“Oh…,” she breathed.
    He covered her face with kisses and nibbled her neck, chest and arms, slowly pulling each wrist up until she lay with her hands reaching out to each corner of the bed. One at a time, he tied them tightly. She resisted a little, but was lulled by his kisses. She hissed every time his teeth sunk into her, pressing her flesh in his mouth. Love bites were almost as good as kisses, in his book.
    Then he started down, kissing her belly, finally able to go lower, to stroke the soft skin above her silky pussy, to kiss the top of her thigh, blowing gently on her short reddish brown hair, but not touching her clit, not yet. He wanted her to go wild, and he couldn’t let her do that unless her legs were also tied. He had two more ropes he’d cut, silvery green ropes that looked so beautiful against her fair skin.
    He kissed all the way down her leg, taking his time, exploring every hollow and curve of her leg down to her ankle. Then her sensitive feet. She tried to pull away when he pushed his tongue between her toes, but he quickly wrapped the loops of rope around her ankle and tied it to the bedpost with a few twists.
    “Kai?” she asked, jolted into awareness when she felt her leg was suddenly held in place.
    He stroked her waist with his hands, firm and soothing, as he nuzzled the hair between her legs—but not daring to lick her clit yet. He lulled her back again, slowly straightening her free leg and when he reached the bottom of her foot, massaging it to relax her, then tying the knot before she realized what was happening.
    He got up and stood by the bed looking down at her. She gasped, feeling herself completely bound, laid out naked for him. She was breathing faster for him, tugging against the ropes.
    Kai felt a rush like he had never felt before. She was completely in his power, and her eyes said she knew it. He could do whatever he wanted with her. She couldn’t help showing a tinge of fear when his fists opened and closed, showing his eagerness to get his hands on her. He would do it. He would make her white flesh turn pink and then red, swelling slowly as he made her nerves sing.
    He leaned over and grabbed each of her wrists, digging his fingertips in. His nails were nice and smooth, just long enough for her to feel the scrape of them against her skin. He dragged his nails down her arms to her shoulders, leaving faint pink lines trailing behind.
“Ohh…Kai,” she breathed, stretching into the sensation. “That feels good…”
    He kept going down, trailing his fingertips all the way down the sides of her legs to her feet. She shivered as he made goose bumps rise on her skin. It would get her blood going, bring it to the surface, and make her eager to feel more.
    Then he leaned over between her legs and kissed her pussy, not so softly this time, more insistently. Her lips were like a folded flower, pink and fresh. He licked up to find the tiny bud of her clit, letting his tongue swirl around it before pressing his mouth into her, shaking his head back and forth slightly.
    Her reaction was incredible. She cried out, high and piercing, as she fought against the ropes. But she couldn’t close her legs. He pushed her knees further apart, and dived in again, licking and sucking on her clit until her cries rose with force. He pressed on and on, as she gasped out, saying no a couple of times, but never stop… so he never stopped.
    Licking lower, his tongue dived into her hole, lapping up her sweet juices, probing deeper trying to fuck her with his mouth. Then swiping back up with his tongue, focusing on her clit again.
    When she came, her hips bucked, pressing herself against his mouth. He dug his fingernails into her sides below her breasts, raking them slowly down her waist and over her hips, all the way down her thighs and down to her calves. He dug in, wanting to mark her. Wanting to claim her as his own.
    Her cries rose louder, urgent, guttural, as if wrenched from deep inside of her. He could feel the rhythmic clenching in the muscles of her thighs, his own cock jerking in sympathy, as the pain prolonged her orgasm. He held on for dear life, as her hips heaved beneath him. Kai clawed his way up, no thought of anything but getting in. Her pussy was dripping wet from his mouth and her cum. He had barely the presence of mind to roll on a condom before he put the tip of his cock against her slick hole.
“Do you want it?” he growled.
“Beg me for it, Erin.”
“Oh, yes, Kai, please. Please….”
“Say ‘yes, Sir!’ Erin.” He was holding himself back by sheer force of will, but he wanted it all.
“Yes… yes, Sir!”
    He pushed against her, sliding his cock inside with one long, heavenly push, all the way to the hilt. She cried out again. It was almost too much for him.
    His hips thrust wildly against her, driving into her, pinning her to the bed. It went on and on, with waves of pleasure carrying him higher and higher, an endless motion. He would never stop, never let her go, stay inside of her forever…
    His own cry rose with hers as he came deep inside of her, his cock pulsing, their bodies pulsing together. Locked together forever…
    As he realized he was breathing in synch with Erin, he also realized he was lying on top of her, completely relaxed and probably crushing her with his weight. He shifted slightly off her, regretfully letting his dick slide out of her. She let out a little sound, rubbing her cheek against his hair, as if she didn’t want to let him go.
    His arms tightened around her, his throat clenching up at the sudden feeling that she trusted him. She had let go completely, and so did he. He was supposed to be the ever-ready guy, but it felt like he wouldn’t be able to come again for at least another day. She had drained him, taken everything he had to give. Because she gave everything.

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