And like any addict, instead of pushing her away, I lean in and drag my nose down her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, knowing this isn’t going to end well, but still choosing the high she gives me.
12
Brielle
“That’s it,Princess. Bend over and show me your ass.”
I do as Kane said and roll over onto all fours, jutting my ass out and wiggling it playfully. His hand cracks down on one cheek, and I moan as the pain radiates through my body.
Fuck, that feels so good.
“Again,” I demand.
He smacks my other cheek.
“Oh God,” I moan. “Again.”
Another smack, and I clench my thighs, worried that my arousal is going to drip down the inside of my thighs and onto the sheets.
I reach between my legs, needing the release, but I can’t seem to find it.
It’s so close, resting on the precipice, yet no matter what I do, how fast or slow I massage my clit, I can’t seem to tip over the edge …
“Please, Kane,”I beg in frustration. “I need help. I need to come.”
“Fuck, baby. Open your eyes and say the word, and I’ll help you come.”
Open my eyes?
But they are open…
My eyes fly open, taking in my surroundings, and I quickly realize that I was dreaming.
I glance down, finding myself in nothing but a men’s shirt and my hand in my panties.
Oh God.
No, no, no.
I wasn’t just dreaming.
I was fantasizing about being with Kane.
Only it wasn’t just a fantasy because the wetness between my legs and all over my fingers is real.
“Fuck,” Kane groans, his eyes igniting with lust. “Even in your dreams, I’m satisfying you. Tell me, baby”—he smirks—“what was I doing to you?”
“It’s not what you were doing to me. It’s what I was doing to you.”
“Oh, yeah? And what were you doing to me?”
“Murdering you,” I deadpan.
Kane chuckles. “Hmm … so, you’re telling me, if I reach between your legs, I won’t find you soaked?”
He glances down, and I quickly pull my hand out of my panties, instantly regretting it when my fingers shine with my arousal.
“What can I say?” I shrug, trying to play it off. “The thought of killing you turns me on.”
