SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 111

- HAZEL -

“I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere different. I call it my pleasure room.” Those words still echo in my ears, minutes after. Hanging over his body with one hand supporting my ass is me. He carried my weight with him up the stairs like I weigh nothing. That is nice but my wickedness wants him to hold me in this position much longer to see how much those strong arms can take.

“We’re here.” Killian murmurs. I felt the vibration of his voice on my chest. For a weird reason I don’t know, my heart begins pounding in my chest. The place is quiet. Too quiet.

The sound of a key digging into a key hole slid in my ears along with a gentle click as it twists to unlock the door. “Before I open this door, I need to let you know what lays behind.” I shift my torso back a little to look at him. His eyes gleam with desire but a different kind.

“Tell me.” I whisper. He looks serious. I can feel the tip of his dick brushing against my ass and trust me when I say it’s very distracting.

“Ever gotten accustomed to BDSM?” He’s staring straight into my eyes, the seriousness in his tone has me in a chokehold. A gasp leaves my lips.

“Not personally.”

Killian cocks his head to the side, a half smile across his face. “What I call a pleasure room can also be termed a torture room. Depends on how good you choose to be. Still want to go inside?”

Still want to? Hell yes! This gave me a wave of butterflies in my stomach. I want to know what lies behind this door. “Take me in.” I say to him.

“As you wish.” The door slowly creeps open and he steps in. The slam of the door behind him makes me gasp. The room is dark, so dark that I can’t see. Killian drops me in the floor gently. His body slowly leaves mine and I stand in a spot till lights come on. Dark purple lights. My eyes widen. Hung on the wall and in well furnished open cabinets with glass doors are all kinds of leather things I’ve only read about. Cuffs. Different sizes and kinds of cuffs.

My eyes drapes around the room and rests on the whips aligned according to size on a wall hanger, each thicker than the other. Chains and thick ropes. A body lingers behind me as I walk in. “Feel free to gaze around. I’ll broaden your knowledge about anything you need.”

I look back at him then avert my gaze to one of the wooden cabinets by the wall. My hand pulls the handle out. It’s filled with a variety of stuff.

“What do these do?” I ask, keeping my gaze on the items I have no knowledge about. I don’t even know their names.

“Nipple clamps.” Killian says, his finger pointing at it. “Ball gag.” He takes it out. “May I?” He asks. My throat tightens. I nod. Killian takes a packer from the stack hanging on top of the cabinet and packs my hair up. “Open your mouth, Hazel.”

I obey, parting my lips. He wears it on me. I gag. The ball fills my mouth. “Now, if I wanted to take you without raising the attention of others, I can. But what’s the fun in that?” He takes it off, his thumb stroking the back of my neck gently. My hair falls back down my skin. Killian returns the ball gag back into the drawer.

“Feel free to look around.”

I turn to face him. “I don’t want to.”

His eyes darkens. “Hazel.”

“I trust you to not hurt me. Make my body yours, Killian.” I hold my hand out, keeping my wrists glued together. Never have I thought I’d want to be rendered useless in a room at the mercy of a man.

“Remember the safe word.” Killian says, circling me. I don’t follow his movements with my eyes, I’m standing still. “And don’t forget to use it.” He breath, standing behind me. I feel his head on the side of my face and tilt my neck slowly to let his face invade my neck.

A subtle moan slips out my mouth as his teeth sinks into my skin. He sucks gently. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. Killian’s hands holds my head, supporting it.

My hands are still in front of me. He takes his mouth off my skin. The part of my neck he sucked throbs with satisfaction. I want his lips sucking every bit of my body. Every single time he lays them on me, my body feels alive. “Raise your hands above your head.” I do as I’m told. Warm fingers crawl up my skin from my hips as he caresses my upper body. Killian grips my shirt and pulls it up my body gently. The thud as my shirt drops on the ground plays in my ears.

“Look up.” Killian says. His tone holds power. The ‘do not defy me’ kind. I crane my head up.

“Yes sir.” I mutter.

He makes his way in front of me. “Good girl.” Killian says, keeping his eyes fixed on my body. “Turn.” I turn. “Now take your jeans off.”

I feel my cheeks redden. He wants to have a view of my ass while I do that. Well then, why not give him a pleasant view? Times like these, I’m glad I only wear thongs. When I’m not on my period at least.

I undo my belt and drop it on my shirt. Now my hand reaches for my zip. My jeans comes down my legs as I take it off. “Want me to do anything else?” I ask, standing straight.

This has been exciting so far. I’m standing in front of him with nothing but my underwear on and although I can’t see his face, I feel his lust from here. I know he hasn’t taken his eyes off me. It gives me butterflies each time I think about it.

I also enjoy being told what to do.

“Come with me.” Killian orders. I turn around and follow him. His body comes to a halt and I stop too. “Hands.”

I hold my hands out. He raises one to the ceiling and cuffs me. Killian return his gaze to me as he holds a hand out. I rest mine on it and he cuffs my other hand up too. I don’t know what he’s doing but I don’t say anything.

“Comfortable?”

I nod.

“Speak.”

“Yes sir.” I mumble, keeping my lower lip stuck in between my teeth, trying to hide my smile. Killian stares at me with newfound interest. He takes a while to look at me.

“God.” Killian mutters. “How the fuck do you make my worries go away with just one stare?”

I feel my body heat up as advances toward me. His hands fondles my skin gently as his tongue explore my body. This makes me mewl. I feel myself moving in response to his gentle strokes. Killian chuckles into my skin. His teeth softly grazes my stomach and he presses his lips on my belly button. “This won’t do.” He sways his hand lower, down my thighs, feeling every inch of my body till his hands rests on my feet.

A gasp leaves my lips as my ankle gets sealed in thick cuffs abruptly. Killian ensures it’s tight before binding my other leg to the floor. “I love my women immobile.”

“Your women?”

He stands up to face me. His fingers clench both my cheeks and he leans my head up. “Who gave you the permission to speak?”

I raise a brow. “Tell me about your ‘women’.” I shoot him a glare.

“You really are disobedient.”

“I only obey someone when I know I’m his.” I say. “And he’s mine and mine alone.”

“Do I give you the notion that I’m not?” He’s staring into my eyes. I feel my knees fold at his stare back but due to being bound to the ceiling, I can’t even fall.

“Use your words wisely,” I stick my tongue out. “Sir.” I add, flashing him a flirtatious smile. “And then I’m yours.”

“Since when does the sub make demands?” I can see a hint of amusement in his eyes. Killian looks impressed. I can tell he’s letting this slide because it’s me and that makes my heart melt.

“Since she acknowledged she’s the dom’s weakness.”

A dark chuckle leaves his lips. That goes straight to my core. Killian tightens his fingers on my cheek. That stings. “Weakness is such a strong word, Hazel.”

“Hit a nerve?” I manage to cock my head to the side. His grip on my face is starting to hurt. I can’t raise my knee up and stick it between his legs to alert him, but I guess I can distract him another way. “Then punish me, Killian.” He raises a brow. “Don’t treat me like you love me. Treat me like a regular sub you want to devour. I know my safe word. I’m not a baby.”

I whimper as he tugs my head up to meet his face, forcing his tongue into my mouth. “Sometimes. I wonder if you love yourself.” He says into my mouth. “I’ll do as you wish.”