He yanked the chain attached to each nipple. I inhaled deeply at the feeling. My body was on fire, and I thought I’d lose my mind if he didn’t fuck me soon. His hand trailed over my skin until it reached the vibrator, and I wanted it out of me. He slowly turned it and dragged it out of my pussy. My need intensified at the loss of sensation. He lifted my hips and placed a pillow underneath me. I licked my lips, knowing I’d feel his cock inside me. He moved me to get better access.
I waited with bated breath for his cock to fill me. He positioned himself between my thighs and rubbed his cock against my body. He placed his chest against mine and kissed me deeply, controlling me in every way. He commanded my body, filling my senses. He slowly pushed his cock inside as my core adjusted to the intrusion. Our bodies fit together perfectly.
“Kayden, don’t stop. Fuck me,” I moaned.
I heard the vibrator again, and I licked my lips with the thought of an orgasm. He placed the vibrator against my clit and began to move, picking up the pace. My entire body tightened, and my arms strained against the ropes as my toes curled. All of the muscles in my body ached, and my skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Suddenly, my mind went blank. The orgasm was overwhelming. Holding my breath, I felt my head jerk off of the bed. The ecstasy rolled through me in waves. His body tightened between my legs, all of his weight on top of me. He stilled and started to move again as he found his release.
He shifted his weight, kissing me on the lips, cheek, and forehead with tenderness. His body moved away from mine, and I felt his hands against my breast. I held my breath, waiting for the pain I thought would come with the release of the clamps. Removing the clamps, he placed his mouth around each nipple, soothing them as the blood rushed back to places that were deprived. He untied my arms, rubbing my aching muscles. I lay there for a moment, waiting for my body and muscles to adjust after he freed my legs. Kayden grabbed me like a rag doll as he rolled onto his back. I curled into him and swept my fingers across his chest.
“I love you, Sophia,” he whispered against my hair. “Have you learned your lesson, love?”
“Yes. I did,” I replied with a smile plastered across my face, thankful he couldn’t see me. I had learned that I wanted more, and I’d misbehave again for the fun of it. I loved that Kayden wanted to push my boundaries and make my fantasies a reality.
33
Kayden
Now, What?
Istared at the screen, reading the message over and over again, unable to really believe the words. I had been invited to interview for a position with UPS. The background check would be ordered if I was selected as a candidate for hire.
Could I pass it?
The judge had said that my record would be wiped clean as soon as I finished paying restitution because I had no criminal history prior to that night.
“Sophia, I got an interview.” I tried not to sound too excited, but for the first time in a long time, I thought I had a shot at landing this job.
“Really, where?” She set down her book and turned toward me.
“With UPS. Do you think I have any chance of being hired?” I asked her. “I don’t want to get my hopes up. They haven’t done a background check yet.”
“Their requirements may be different, so it’s worth a shot. Worst that’ll happen is they tell you no,” she said to me. She was right, and I knew it. I had nothing to lose.
“You’re right. It’s on Saturday. Can you drop me off?” I asked her.
“Yes, baby. I’ll bring you to the interview. I’m so excited,” she said with a smile, bouncing up and down on the bed. “Maybe things are finally starting to turn around.”
“It’s a nice thought. I’ll ask at the interview what their requirements are,” I said, trying to think how to broach the topic of my arrest at the interview.
* * *
Sophia droppedme off at the door, but I felt like a slob. Some people wore suits, but others were more casual than me. I didn’t own a suit and didn’t have the money to buy one for interviews. I pieced together some clothes I salvaged from New Orleans, gray pants and a golf shirt. The line stretched out the door, and I took my place at the end.
Me: Fuck, there are a lot of people here.
Sophia: Don’t worry baby. They’re hiring for all locations in the Bay area. There’s plenty of work to go around. They’re going to love you.
A man stepped outside, cupping his hands around his mouth. “The interview process today will take between two to three hours. If you can’t stay for that length of time, you can leave now.” Some men stepped out of line and walked to their cars. I felt sick waiting in line. My nerves were on edge. I didn’t want to talk about my arrest, but I needed to know my chances of landing this job.
Me: A guy just announced I’ll be here around 3 hours. I’m sorry, beautiful.
Sophia: That’s fine. I’ll go shopping. Stay there and knock their socks off, sexy.
I made my way through the various stations and paperwork checks. I sat in the small room, shaking my foot uncontrollably, and waited to be called by the head of Human Resources. I kept debating possible ways to ask about the background check without sounding like a lifelong criminal.
“Mr. Michaels?” a woman called from the doorway. I blinked, taking a moment to realize she was calling my name, stood, and followed behind her. The interview started relatively well. She read over my application and questioned me about my work experience. While I spoke, she flipped through my paperwork, stopped at a spot, and began to tap her pen.
