Chapter Eighteen

T he whole ride home was tense.

I don't know what happened to Kado in that room with Haruaki, but I want to go back and take the dark prince on for whatever he said to put my Kado in this mood. I don't like how he looks. As if something is worrying him.

My only comfort is that he holds my hand the entire way home. That helps calm me, but it does nothing for my libido. I still can't get the way he was so dominating out of my head.

We need to talk. I need to know what happened, but instead, I pounce on him the moment we walk through the door.

Kado hisses, but catches me. I smile against his lips as I start kissing him deeply.

I almost demanded he take a shower. He took one at the warehouse before we left and changed his clothes, but the soap there smells so generic. Like the hospital.

His hands gripping my ass have the thought rushing from my head, leaving only lust in its place.

I'm desperate for him. Everything else can wait. All I want is my man between my legs, fucking me with all that confidence and dominance that he showed before.

Pulling back, I look him square in the eye. Then I just blurt out the truth.

"I want to have sex, Kado."

His eyes round as if he were shocked. He shakes his head, but I nod to him.

"I do. If you don't want to, I get it, but I need this from you. I need to be close to you. Watching you work tonight did things to me. It made me want you more, and I didn't think that was possible. Please?"

He is silent for several moments as he stares at me. He looks to be questioning my motives. I get it. Things have moved fast with us. I don't even know how we ended up here.

That's a lie. I do.

I thought I was being kidnapped, but really it was a rescue. It took me some time to see it, but Kado was never the monster in my fairy tale. He was the prince, only he was damaged. He needed to find a princess willing to love him, scars and all.

He needed me.

I don't care how we got here or about any of the rest of it. I know what I want, and it's him. I only hope he wants me too.

When he closes his eyes, I brace myself for the no. Instead, he opens them back up before flipping me and pinning me against the door.

Then he takes my mouth with his, kissing me deeply.

I moan against him, my body stretching to try and put pressure on my aching clit. He thrusts against me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

He does the motion again as he pulls back, this time watching my face change with the pleasure. He strokes my face with one hand before taking my shirt and pulling it over my head. My bra follows quickly.

He begins to lick and suck my breasts. I love how willing to learn he is. He wants to do anything that will make me scream out his name. It's a game to him.

He's found that playing with my breasts has me making all kinds of silly noises. I don't care, though. I love the game as much as he does.

I continue to rock against him, needing more from him. I don't want to demand it, though. I need him to take it. I need him to take me.

Finally, I whisper, "Kado, I need you to be the man in that room tonight. I love the sweet, caring Kado, but right now, I need the one who would fuck me into a wall and leave sweet bruises on my skin. Do you understand?"

He is conflicted for a moment, but then he nods. He moves me from the wall, walking me down to the bedroom. Once there, he sets me on my feet, stripping me bare. He points to the bed, so I lie down and watch as he strips his own clothes off.

I will never tire of seeing him. I can see how much time he has spent in the gym. It shows in the six pack on his abs. He takes very good care of himself.

Kado looks at me, unsure. I worry that maybe I'm pushing him too far.

"I want this. I promise. I want you to let go. To see you lose control."

His eyes change, an underlying hunger shining through.

I wonder if he has thought about this as much as I have.

He climbs over me, leaving a trail of kisses up my body. When he reaches my lips, he kisses them softly once as he pulls my arms above my head, pinning them in place.

This is what I want. What I asked for.

My breathing is already labored just from the thought of what might happen.

He kisses down to my neck, stopping to suck my skin in. I'm sure it's going to leave a hickey, but I love the burning pain from it.

I wonder if he is branding me. Putting a physical claim to me.

Or is he just doing what I ask?

All thoughts leave my head as his hand runs down my stomach, disappearing between my legs. It only takes him a moment to find my opening. He doesn't hesitate. Three fingers slide through my wet heat, making my back arch from the bed.

I moan out his name as he synchronizes his sucking with his thrusts. Each time he slows down, moving his mouth to a fresh part of my skin, I want to throttle him. Only I can't, because he still has my hands pinned using only one of his.

It's hot as hell how strong he is. His show of strength has me nearly coming from the thought alone.

Finally, he ends my torture, pulling back from me. He releases my hands, making me frown. When he goes to lick his fingers, I grab his hand, sucking each one into my mouth. Then I grab the back of his head, shoving my tongue in his mouth so he can taste me.

He lets out a little groan, sending a thrill through me.

I only speak for you.

He said that before, and I believe it. It makes every little noise he makes special. I'm greedy for it. I want to gather each one up and bottle it.

He pulls away from me almost as if he can't bear to, then he goes to the dresser. He pulls out a box of condoms and brings them over to me.

My eyes widen. I guess he really has thought of this. I never thought to snoop in his drawer after the first time. Guess I should be a bit more curious about my man.

He takes a packet out and hands it to me.

I open it, reaching out for him. Slowly, I slide it on, pinching the end to ensure there is a little space for his release.

He watches me, and it dawns on me. He might not know how to do this.

That has me even more eager for this. I get to be his first. I want all of his firsts.

Pulling him back on top of me, I place his head at my entrance, and I stare into his eyes as he slowly enters me. He feels so good, and he fills me up until he is all the way in.

Watching the amazement in his eyes is what really does it for me. He's experiencing heaven, and I'm glad it's with me.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

If this is what sex is, I never want to give it up.

Before, I would hear the guys talk about sex, but I never understood the appeal. It was like kissing. I didn't get why you would want to swap spit with another person.

Lucy has changed all of that for me.

As I slide into her warm, wet pussy, I realize that I have been missing out. Sex is this amazing thing. It makes me feel better than I ever have before.

I catch Lucy's eye as she stares up at me.

No, not any sex would be this good. Only the sex with her. My anata . She is what makes this so special. She is patient with me. She goes out of her way to make me feel comfortable or try to understand me, and it means the world to me.

Now she is even trusting me with her body.

Pushing all my thoughts away, I start to thrust slowly. I'm not one hundred percent sure what to do, but it feels good. I listen for her telltale signs of pleasure. She is very vocal when it feels good.

I'm grateful for it. It gives me something to aim toward. I want her to scream so loud that she loses the ability to speak for hours afterward. Maybe even days.

Grabbing her wrists, I pin her hands above her head like before. She seemed to like it. The way her pussy clenches against me as I do it now tells me I'm on the right path.

She said she wanted a dominant Kado, so I let my instincts lead me along. Leaving her wrists pinned with one hand, I use the other to angle her hips up as I thrust. I smirk when she makes that higher-pitched moan with each thrust.

My own pleasure is attempting to overtake me, but not until she gets hers. I refuse to finish first.

"Kado, please. Hand on my neck."

I'm shocked by her request. Why would she want my hand on her neck?

Removing my hand from her hands, I do as she asks, but delicately. I don't want to hurt her. As it is, I feel guilty about the marks I left on her neck with my mouth. She seemed to enjoy them, and I sure do love looking at them, but I don't want her to be in pain.

She has other plans, though. She runs her hand from my shoulder down until it is over my hand on her neck. Then she squeezes.

I freeze.

She continues to watch me as she adds pressure. I frown at her.

"You're not going to hurt me, Kado. I like it. Squeeze enough that I'm gasping, but not enough that I can't breathe at all."

When I don't do it right away, she pleads with me, "Please, Kado. If you don't like it after today, I won't ask again."

I nod, squeezing a little.

"That's it. A little more," she says.

I feel her clenching around me as I add a little more pleasure. Then she tilts her hips, gasping out what little air she can as I slide back in.

I take the hint, leaving my hand in place as I start to thrust. The little noises escaping her lips have me feeling closer and closer to release. Squeezing a bit more with my hand, I pick up my pace. I can hear my skin slapping against hers as I relentlessly move against her.

That's when I feel it. The gush of liquid as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I keep going until I'm afraid she might not wake up. When I release her neck, she sucks in air, her body still shaking.

Worried I hurt her, I kiss her face over and over again until her breathing slows. Then I push myself up to look down at her. She smiles at me blissfully.

"Best. Orgasm. Ever."

Relief fills me as she gives me that dopey grin she usually does after a good orgasm. She liked it. That's all that matters.

When she taps my shoulder, I pull out from her, sitting on my heels. She gets up on her knees before turning around.

"Now I want you to spank me and pull my hair while you fuck me from behind. Think you can do that?"

I nod, gripping her hips. Sliding into her, I nearly let out a groan, pain be damned. She feels so good.

I'm not going to last this time, though. I'm already so close to the edge.

I smack her ass once, then again as I continue to thrust. Each one has her clenching against me. When I reach forward and grab her hair, she lets out a long, low moan. I fuck her like she's a wild horse I want to tame.

When I finally come, I hold her against me, my cock jerking inside of her. I'm not done with her yet, though. I pull out of her, burying my face between her legs. She lets out a surprised shriek that turns into a moan as I eat her like it's the last thing I'll ever do. I continue to lick her as I use my fingers to thrust. It's not long before she is coming apart against me once more.

This time, she collapses on the bed. I crawl up beside her, taking the spent condom off and tossing it on the floor.

She lays against me, her eyes closed.

"Did you like it?" she asks.

I tap her nose twice, making her smile.

"I loved it. I don't know why, but when you are rough with me, it makes me explode. I like feeling how powerful you are, knowing that you would never do anything to hurt me. It's an aphrodisiac."

I kiss the top of her head.

I liked what we did. I wouldn't have ever considered it before, but if that's what she likes, then I want to do it. I want her to teach me how to use her body to bring her all the pleasure in the world. I never want her to go without because of me.

I might not be able to speak, but I am a smart guy. I can pick up on things and learn very quickly.

Right now, the only subject I want to learn is her body.

Her breathing begins to slow as she continues to speak. "I need a little nappy nap, then we can do that again. I have some other positions I want us to try. I've always wanted to have shower sex. Oh, and to fuck against a wall. That would be fun."

She mumbles a few more words, but she is fading fast.

Walls and showers? I had no idea sex could be so versatile. It's different than I imagined, that's for sure.

I'm glad I waited, though. I could have lost my virginity years ago, but it wouldn't have meant anything.

I like that Lucy will always be the only woman I have ever been with in that capacity. It means more to me that way. I hope it does for her too.

I hope she knows that she has single-handedly become the most important thing in my life.