10. Hunter
Chapter 10
Hunter
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Shame courses through me as I lay down every defense and wait.
I've spent so much time running. Worrying. Keeping secrets and keeping to myself.
I needed to be done tonight.
Spence clearly recognized it, even before I did.
He gave me an out. I took it.
Consequences be damned. Greedy will never forgive me anyway.
After enduring the dinner from hell with my narcissistic mother, my inebriated not-brother, and my clueless stepfather, all I wanted was for the night to be over.
Except the longer we were there, the more Greedy drank. The more he drank, the more agitated he got.
His muttered insults and taunting didn't stop when we left the club.
He followed me up the stairs, followed me into my room. The man wouldn't stop pushing .
He pushed until I was so rattled, so perfectly backed into a corner with nothing but my own self-loathing and shame to keep me company, that I had no choice but to snap back.
Only, that did nothing but escalate the situation. Every counter remark and reply to his prodding spurred him on.
It's terrifying to think about what would have happened had Spence not stepped in.
Honestly, I don't know how I've navigated the last few years without the outlet and release I can only find with this man.
"Look at me, love."
Kabir's tone brooks no argument—it never does. Even so, there's a gentleness to the way he speaks to me. It caresses the most broken, vulnerable pieces of my heart. He's a dichotomy of power and care, dominance and grace.
When I lock eyes with him, his are swimming with concern. His motive is clear and his intention pure. He wants to help me. He's always been willing to do whatever it takes for me.
In an instant, that concern morphs into heat, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. It's a familiar tell. One I love. One I've come to crave.
"Is this what you need?" he asks, one eyebrow raised.
"Yes, Sir." I drop my chin and bow my head to assure him there's no doubt or hesitation on my end.
"You're going to be a good little slut and do exactly as I say?""Yes, Sir."
"Don't you dare look at that balcony door. You understand?"
My heart clenches. "Yes, Sir."
"Your safe word is the same?"
"Yes, Sir." My pulse picks up.
"You're on birth control?""Yes, Sir."
"I had a vasectomy," he murmurs. "You know that, but I need you to remember that when I'm fucking you raw and filling your holes until the very essence of me is seeping out of your pores."I throb at the promise of what's to come.
"Undress, then get back on your knees."
I hurry to do as he commands, flustered and hot and aching. As I drop back to my knees, I can't help but survey him, transfixed by the sheer power of Spence undressing above me.
"You'll never escape me, love. I know you feel like you need to keep running, but we are inevitable. I'll follow you and I'll find you, through every trial. Through every lifetime. Tell me you understand what you mean to me."
"I do. I—" I don't say the first thought that comes to mind, despite it being true. "I understand," I breathe, my chest heaving as I will the frantic rhythm of my heart to even out.
Kabir shucks off his shirt, commanding my full attention. He whips off his belt and unbuttons his pants.
He lowers the zipper at a tantalizingly slow rate, putting on a show for me and for whoever is outside watching.
I cut off the thought and choke back the shame. I can't think about them now.
Kabir specifically said not to look at the door.
Swallowing thickly, I focus on the erect cock he's wielding in his hand. On the drop of precum collecting on the exposed head.
I want to please him. I want to show him just how good I can be.
"Needy little bitch. I bet you're soaking your thighs just from the sight of my cock."
I lick my lips.
"Do you want it?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You're a desperate little slut, aren't you?"
Air whooshes from my lungs. "Yes, Sir."
"Look at you. On your knees, panting like a bitch in heat. I bet you haven't been properly fucked since you left London."
I stay silent this time, peeking up at him through my lashes. He'll know if I lie .
He lazily pulls on his cock, then lets out a soft hiss. "Ah. I see. So you've had plenty of cock since I last saw you, love. Is that it? My little slut let other people fill her holes whilst she was aching for me?"
I remain silent, lowering my gaze again.
"Answer me," he demands, still jerking himself inches from my face.
"Yes, Sir," I admit, trembling on an exhale. "I'm a dirty fucking slut."
"How right you are," Kabir murmurs, drawing closer.
"Open."
Without hesitation, I open wide, prepared to take his length. Instead, he pins his cock to his stomach, straddles my face, and sinks his balls into my mouth.
"Dirty little cum sluts don't deserve cock. Suck my sack until I've blown my first load all over your pretty face."
Despite the harshness of his words, they soothe me. I open wider, letting the weight of his balls fill my mouth. I suck and lick, hum and lightly tug.
Kabir jacks his cock above my head, chanting awful, degrading insults through his teeth.
Dirty little slut.
Desperate, needy whore.
His words wrap around me in a comforting embrace, as if he's smoothing a balm over the most jagged, rotted pieces of my self-loathing.
Nothing he says truly hurts me.
I'm safe, and I'm whole.
Even in our most intense moments, no amount of degradation could match the awful things I've thought about myself. Especially at my lowest. I deserve it. I deserve it and so much more.
"Fuck, love," Kabir warns with a grunt. "I'm going to paint you with my cum and not even pretend to aim for your mouth."
With a step back, he lifts my chin with two fingers.
Mouth open, I stick out my tongue, desperate and aching for what comes next.
The first rope of warm, sticky release lands along my jaw .
Instantly, the switch is flipped. The insults stop. His words transform.
"Fucking perfect, Hunter. My perfect angel girl."
Kabir jacks himself harder, burst after burst of semen shooting out from his fat cock and landing on my face. Cum coats my lips, my cheeks, trickles down my neck.
"You're so fucking pretty, painted in my seed. My perfect darling girl."
I preen, basking in the glow of his release as if it were my own.
A heartbeat later, my chest tightens with emotion, my eyes burning with the need to cry, to just let go.
"So pretty. So beautiful." He pets my face, smearing his seed along my jaw. When his thumb caresses my lower lip, I open wider.
He inserts the digit, and I suckle him clean.
"You're perfect," he whispers, his crystalline blue eyes blazing. "So perfect the sight of you makes me weak in ways nothing else ever has or ever will."
A wicked smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he pulls his thumb from my mouth.
"Maybe you should go to the doors and show your boyfriend and your brother just how perfect you look covered in my cum."
I blink, and hot, indignant tears spring from my eyes. My face heats, and my hands shake.
Through gritted teeth, I snap, "He's not my brother."
Kabir freezes as we both register how badly I just messed up.
My heart pounds and blood whooshes in my ears as I watch and wait for what he'll do next.
What the hell, Hunter? Where did that come from? We slipped back into our dynamic so effortlessly just now. For me to sass back is completely out of character.
Kabir tips his head, no doubt taking in the guilt and shame written all over my face.
He knows me. He gets me at my core. Or, at least, he used to .
Living with Greedy over the last several months has changed me. He's rewired my brain and reinstalled defense mechanisms I never had to rely on with Spence.
"Stand up."
Heart in my throat, I do as he says.
"Turn toward the doors."
I hesitate.
Are they still out there? If so, then based on the lighting, they can very clearly see inside my room.
So far, I've been okay with them watching, observing, seeing me in my element, submitting to Spence, willingly letting him control the scene, degrade me, then shower me in praise.
This moment is different.
This feels cruel.
All I ever do is hurt Greedy. I'm so fucking tired of pushing him away and hurting him, even if it is to protect him.
He knows my secret now, so what am I even protecting him from anymore?
"Go and show them how pretty you look, love. Walk to the doors so those boys can see you painted in my cum."
My entire body seizes. I couldn't move if I tried. It's as if my feet are encased in cement blocks. Every fiber of my being is screaming to stay put, to leave them out of this. To protect Greedy and try in vain to undo even a fraction of the hurt and pain I've caused him.
Kabir hums impatiently.
I swallow past the emotion bubbling up in my esophagus, desperate to find my voice.
Quietly but confidently, I whisper, " Loot ."
It's not my safe word. I don't want to stop. I need more of him, of that, I'm sure. But I'm walking a fine line, and I'm dangerously close to causing irreparable damage to the first man I ever loved. If I do that, I'll never forgive myself .
Loot means hold up. Slow down. It's our signal that if he keeps pushing, there's a likely chance I will need my safe word.
Hurting Greedy more than I already have is a soft limit I didn't know existed until this moment. Once the realization clicks, I double down.
"Loot," I repeat, louder this time.
Kabir wraps his arms around my shoulders and turns me to face him. He scans my face, searching, assessing, looking for answers.
I swallow slowly, inhale deeply. Then, decidedly, I meet Kabir's gaze.
"I want to keep going. Just you and me. Can you please close the blinds?"
"Of course, love," Spence assures me. "Thank you for telling me. Go wait on the bed."
"Yes, Sir," I reply obediently.
He smiles warmly, bends to brush my cum-covered lips with a chaste kiss, then turns on his heel and marches to the door to pull the blinds closed and block out the rest of the world.