“I could have taken that off, you know,” she smirks.
“Don’t worry, my sweet criminal. I’ll take you shopping after our weekend ends,” I say and kiss her neck. A moan leaves her lips, and I was wrong.This is my favorite sound.
I cup both her breasts and take one of her nipples into my mouth. I suck and bite the rosy, nerve-filled bud, and she shatters under my hold. Her moans grow louder as I release her nipple and move to the other one. My sweet criminal is reacting to me so well, and it’s just the start. When I’m done with her, she’ll be nothing but a puddle for me. But first, we need a change of scenery. I kiss her body as I go lower until I reach her ankle. I use the key in my pocket to unlock the cuff.
“Let’s go,” I say as I stand and help her to her feet.
“What?” she questions, still deep in the haze of the moment.
“I have something to show you,” I say as I guide her out of the room. For the most part, this house is as it was when I was growing up, except for the basement. That’s the one place I’ve kept for myself. I’ll admit, it hasn’t had much use for a few years.
“Where are we going?” she asks as we reach the kitchen and I open the basement door.
“Watch your step,” I say as I allow her to walk in front of me. She goes down a few steps and stops. I reach for the light switch, and the basement is filled with a red hue.
“What the hell?” she screams. “Is this a fucking dungeon? I thought you said you were keeping this house as it was.”
“I am, but I also wanted a place to have some fun away from my shared apartment with Leo, and I was kind of thinking of starting a spicy social media account for a while. Most of the toys have never been used, so don’t worry,” I say, reaching the last step where she has stopped. I step down and offer her my hand.
“That explains the filming equipment. For a moment, I thought you were asking to make a movie,” she jokes but places her hand in mine. I pull her closer, my lips brushing hers, my hand stroking her cheek.
“Oh, sweet criminal, you have no idea how many things I want to do with you,” I say in a breathy voice. “Filming it sounds like a great idea now.”
She looks around the room. “You are not wrong,” she says casually as she walks around wearing only the pair of panties I left her in after tearing apart the oversized T-shirt she was wearing to sleep. I walk behind her. She stops in front of the cross in the middle of the room.
“Do I need a safe word?” she asks as I kiss her shoulder, my arms wrapping around her waist and pressing her body against mine.
“Red if you want to stop. Yellow if you want to slow down. Green to continue,” I say and spin her around. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she says shyly, heat flashing in her cheeks.
“Do you have any kinks?” I ask. I know she’s curious about it, judging from the books she reads.
“I’m not sure. My ex-boyfriend didn’t like those things.” Such a fool.Who would have this woman and refuse to satisfy her curiosity?
“But you read about them,” I say.It’s not a question.
“Yes,” she answers anyway. “I do.”
“And you have fantasies,” I say again.
“I do,” she tells me.
“Kneel,” I order.
“What?” she asks. I spin her around again to face the cross in the middle of the room—the one I designed myself. I grip her hair and force her to her knees.
“I said kneel,” I growl. I pull her hair just enough to tilt her head back. I lower my body over hers, towering over her in a way that gives me all the control. “You are mine, little criminal, and I am going to use you as I please until you yell your safeword and tell me to stop.” I kiss her hard, and she lets me, opening her lips as my tongue finds hers in a dance of passion. I pull apart, and disappointment flashes in her eyes.
“Stay,” I say, and she doesn’t move. “Do you trust me, criminal?” It’s not a question. It’s a demand. I need her trust to continue with this. I need her ready to give everything to me, every ounce of herself. I need her at my mercy, begging for more. She is mine, but she can’t be fully mine until she gives me everything. Before our time together in this house ends, I intend to take everything from her. I intend to own her completely. She shouldn’t have kidnapped me, because now she belongs tome.
Chapter 14
Rachel
THE GRIP OF KAI’S HANDon my hair eases for a moment before he pulls harder, forcing me to crawl until I am in front of the cross. I have only seen this type of thing in porn, but I have always liked the idea of trying it. The room is filled with wonders straight out of the romance books I like to read. A velvety carpet covers the basement from corner to corner, and red light fills the space. The walls are a dark maroon shade, and there is a wall with displayed toys that extends from the bottom of the staircase we just came down to the other corner of the room. A long display of toys of all kinds. Dildos arranged by size, still in their packages. Some worn-out paddles and some new ones. Different types of whips and handcuffs are next to them. But what sparks my interest is the purple rope I see next to the handcuffs. I have always wanted to try being tied up, but my ex quickly shut down any talk about BDSM. It’s strange how things sometimes work out. The man I trusted with every ounce of myself cheated on me and betrayed me, yet here I am with a man I barely know and who I should clearly be afraid of, completely at his mercy as if he didn’t kidnap me hours ago. And the funniest part of all?I fucking love this.I love the idea of Kai using me as he pleases. The idea of being tied to a cross, spanked, and fucked the way I deserve to be. The idea alone makes my pussy wet. It makes mewant to beg for it.I crave every ounce of pleasure he has to offer me.
He walks around me in a slow circle as he talks. “Do you have any limits, criminal?”
