Smiling, I nod and let him help me out, then he leads me inside just like last night.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
“Not really.”
Not for food, anyway.
He nods and takes us directly to the bedroom, where he stops in the middle of the room and turns to look at me.
His eyes glow, and the outline of his cock grows against the zipper of his slacks. “What’s your safeword, angel?”
Goosebumps rise all over my body as I run my fingers over the smooth fabric of my yoga pants.
“Red,” I exhale.
“Good girl.”
Kian slowly comes to me, pressing a kiss on my lips. “Stay right there. Do not move, or you will be punished.”
Nipples aching, I hold my breath and bob my head. When he walks out of view, the urge to spin around is nearly impossible to resist. A moment later, after a few small sounds of something bumping the wall, Kian returns and takes my hand again, turning me around to face an enormous mirror.
Glancing at him sideways, I raise my eyebrows. “Where did that come from?”
Moving so he’s behind me, Kian places his hands on my hips, squeezing firmly. “The walk-in closet. It’s staying out here, now, though.”
“Why?” I ask, my heart beating out of control. The mirror is at least six feet tall and four feet wide, with a simple, solid black border.
“Because I don’t like that you think you’re anything less than perfect, angel. So, I’m going to start fucking you in front of this mirror so you can see for yourself.” He stares at our reflection, his voice low and throaty. “Kick off your shoes.”
I obey, sending my pink flip-flops flying in different directions. Kian’s anxiety practically flares visibly over them not being placed neatly together, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches for the hem of my shirt and tugs it over my head.
Piece by piece, he undresses me until I’m naked and unable to look at my reflection.
Kian reaches around me, cupping one of my heavy breasts in his palm, squeezing it before he slides his palm over my aching nipple and up my chest until his fingers are wrapped around my throat, my name inked across his knuckles.
“The first time I looked at you, my cock got hard, angel. Just one fucking glance and you had me. So beautiful.”
My chest rises as he squeezes the sides of my neck, tighter than he has before.
“Look at me, angel,” he growls into my ear, the thick length of his cock pressed into my back.
Swallowing, I close my eyes and take a breath before I find enough nerve to stand completely naked in front of his gorgeous man and look him in the eye.
He stares at me as he dips his head and kisses my shoulder, his beard scratching my sensitive skin. “I like seeing you like this. Exposed. Blushing. Aroused.”
Pressure builds between my legs, and when I clench my legs together, Kian smirks. “Feet apart, angel. I want to see you. Every part of you.”
His free hand slides over my ribs to my stomach, and I stop breathing as I suck it in slightly.
Kian narrows his gaze at me in the reflection. “Breathe, angel. Don’t do that. You’re perfect just like this. Soft. Feminine. Sexy. Strong. Beautiful.”
I watch as he soothes his hand over me, down past my belly button until his fingers slide over my clit and I jolt. His holdon my throat grounds me, and I whimper as he circles my clit, varying the pressure while watching my reaction in the mirror.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, angel,” he says quietly, his dick twitching against me through his slacks. “But I can’t get you out of my head.”
Everything in me tingles when he dips farther back, gathering some of my arousal on his fingertips before he brings his hand to his mouth and licks it all off.
A moan slips from my lips. “Daddy,please.”
