12. Piper

CHAPTER 12

Piper

F or ten years, I’ve held onto the memory of the love of my life walking away from me like I was a weight holding her down. Kaye’s abandonment had me spiraling into a fuckin’ vacuum of crippling sadness. I stopped wanting to partake in any aspects of life that brought me joy. I became a black hole, consuming everything that emitted the slightest sliver of light.

I close the distance between Kaye and me, enclosing her between my arms and the bathroom stall. “You think you did me a favor? Newsflash Kaye, I didn’t go to Princeton.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want to pull you down like I did my mother. Once a rising star, her life took a turn for the worse when she got pregnant with me, and her dreams crumbled into misery. I didn’t want that for you. I didn’t want you to wake up one day, full of resentment towards me and the life we built, and then leave. Like she did.”

“There’s one vast difference between me and your mother, Kaye. That woman never loved your father. She didn’t know all the dark corners of his heart or the weaknesses of his character. I knew all the ugly parts of you, Kaye, and I loved them. I loved you not despite your faults, Kaye, but because of them. Every minuscule thing about you was something I cherished. I worshipped you like the sun.”

Kaye briefly closes her eyes before fixing her beautiful, dark eyes on me. “You had a chance, a fucking future that was bright. Piper, you have a fire inside you that would’ve been extinguished if I’d stayed. You know I’m right.”

“Your so-called decision hurt, Kaye. As much as you want your decision to be the right thing, the truth is that you made a choice on my behalf that I didn’t want, leaving me decimated. You claimed to love me but then walked away, never asking me what I wanted. Your decision fucked me up in so many ways. You know I can’t let my guard down emotionally? Your supposed altruistic choice ten years ago took my ability to let anyone in. You know I’ve never fucked a woman over three times? I leave as soon as they get too close. I haven’t even kissed another woman since I’ve tasted your lips. Isn’t that fucked up? You fucked up my life by leaving.”

Kaye’s chest heaves erratically, her breaths shallow and rapid, as if she’s gasping for air amid a haunting nightmare. I long to get under her skin, prick the rawest parts of her soul, and ignite her passion. I don’t care if it’s rage, sadness or lust. Anything is better than this polite discussion. Kaye tugs at her arm, gliding on the prim suit jacket I want to rip off her body.

She freezes, her eyes widening in either terror or anticipation, as I forcefully grasp her hands and pin her arms above her head. “I hate your ugly monkey suits.”

I grip the lapel and the smooth fabric of her immaculate white-collar shirt, ripping it apart and scattering buttons onto the floor. “I. Fucking. Hate. Them.”

Kaye’s lips part, and a soft moan escapes her lips as my hand moves inside the jacket and brushes her large breasts. I pull down her blazer and expose the curves beneath her skin-tight white tank top.

For two years after Kaye, my heart plummeted to the lowest depths of despair, weighed down by an immeasurable grief that consumed my every breath.

But my grief allowed me to weave lyrics consumed with gut-wrenching misery and shattered dreams. Songs that fueled my passion for music and forced me to strike out and do what I truly wanted—create art that inspired others and healed my soul.

Yet even knowing that those past events got me to this point in my life, I still long to lash out at Kaye. A desire in my soul to break her, shatter her strength, leaving her a shell. What stops me is the knowledge that had Kaye stayed behind, she would’ve withered. No one would have witnessed her brilliance, hard work, and vision. The small minds that surrounded us would’ve crushed Kaye’s spirit.

How am I able to hold on to outrage about a decision an eighteen-year-old girl made ten years ago that changed the trajectory of both our lives for the better?

“What are you doing?” Kaye pants.

“I fuckin’ don’t know. I didn’t know what I was doing from the moment I saw you again. Ten fuckin’ years, and you still scramble my brain and make me want to burn it all down so I can be with you. You didn’t have a right, Kaye. You had no right to take my choices away from me. Ten years. You stole ten years from the both of us.”

My lips dance along her neck, kissing my way along her neck to the shell of her ear. “I plan on making you pay for that. I’m going to have you naked, begging, and completely under my control.”

My hands glide effortlessly to the back of her head as I yank her hair, pulling her down to her knees. “I think you owe me for the ten years of bullshit you put me through, don’t you, Kaye?”

Kaye’s piercing gaze sends shivers down my spine, and a volcanic eruption of desire explodes in the pit of my stomach. Her eyes are haunting in their beauty, like they were all those years ago. Eyes that would make me believe in the perfection of life that I longed to drown in them. The same eyes that had me spiraling into a pit of despair. Her eyes were the center stage of my most vivid dreams and turbulent nightmares.

A surge of anticipation courses through me as Kaye’s hands glide up my legs, igniting a spark of pleasure. Her touch on my fishnet stockings sends a current of passion through my veins and leaves a sense of desire along my flesh. With one tug, she playfully removes them, her eyes lighting when she discovers my nakedness.

“You didn’t wear panties while you were on stage,” she asks, her nostrils flaring and an air of unapproving condescension in her voice.

“You’re on your knees in a public bathroom. You think you should judge me right now?” Inch by inch, I advance, pressing Kaye’s head firmly against the bathroom door, my heart pounding in my chest as my pussy hovers over her lips. “Be a good girl and put that pretty tongue to use.”

Shivers consume my body as Kaye tenderly kisses my inner tights before she skillfully licks up my slit and sucks my clit into her full lips. I gasp for air, my heart pounding, as she circles her finger around my vaginal opening, inserting two fingers slowly before adding a third.

My clit pops out from between her lips, and she gazes up at me. A wicked grin appears on her face. “Is this what you wanted, Piper? To get fucked like a little slut in a public bathroom. Maybe I should write your name on the stall, tell everyone what a whore you are for me.”

My eyes almost roll to the back of my head upon hearing Kaye’s dirty talk. She’s the only girl I’ve ever allowed to top me. I could never do it with anyone else. By nature, I crave control, but with Kaye, there’s always something insanely hot about her taking charge. It’s a layer only I get to see, something she hides from everyone else.

To the world, Kaye Cavendish is demure, professional, and without reproach, but for me, she would burn with passion. With me, Kaye would be all of who she is. Sweet, wild, passionate, controlling, insecure, charming and mean. I got all of her, something no one else receives.

I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her back. “My sweet Kaye, we both know you’re the one who longs to be treated like a whore, don’t we?”

I spit and watch the trail of saliva land on the bridge of her nose. Smiling, I smear the saliva with the palm of my hand. “I like you on your knees for me, Kaye.”

Kaye doesn’t say a word as she grips my ass and pulls me toward her. Her hot mouth assaults my wet pussy. My head falls back from the expertise of her assault. The girl has always known what she is doing. She’s always made my knees buckle and my stomach flip with need and anticipation. Kaye Cavendish is the only girl who can make me abandon this life in the desperate search for blissful oblivion.

I want to lose myself in her, but I also want to push past her boundaries and see who she is now under the three-piece suits and the perfectly constructed image she has carefully crafted for herself.

My fingers glide through her hair before I fist the strands and yank her head back. I pull her away from me before forcing her to her feet. Our eyes lock, hers brimming with lust-filled confusion, while I’m certain mine are flooded with desire and desperation.

Her hands appear out of nowhere, and she frames my face. Her lips follow closely behind as she slams her mouth to mine. I taste myself on her, and the kiss boils over with passion. It’s all teeth, tongue, and a twisted need to bury ourselves in each other. It’s as if ten years of separation made us crave something more than humanly possible. We would wear the other on our skin to ensure we’d never be apart.

Kaye abandons my head, and her hands roam my body. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my plaid fitted button down. She pushes the cotton fabric until my shirt pools on the bathroom floor. Pulling my bra down, she exposes my breasts. She lowers her head, pulling my right nipple between her teeth, sucking, biting, and nibbling. She kneads my other breast. Her touch isn’t gentle, far from it. The way she tugs and pulls at my flesh is reminiscent of someone who longs to leave their mark.

A shrill scream of utter delight leaves my lips as Kaye sinks her teeth into my flesh.

“Be careful, baby,” I moan through the blissful pain. “You don’t want to bite off more than you can chew. You're sorely mistaken if you think I won’t give as good as I get.”

Kaye lifts her head and smiles. “Don’t worry, Piper. I expect you to use that tongue ring to its full capacity.”

She stares up at me with those expressive brown eyes as she drops her hand, moving it between my legs and rubbing my wet pussy before sliding a finger inside me. “This pretty pussy is begging for my tongue, Piper. Why don’t you be a good girl and let me finish what I started?”

Kaye drops back on her knees and shoves me until I am sitting on the edge of the toilet seat. She grabs my thighs and spreads my legs wide before moving her tongue back into my desperate and greedy pussy. The way she attacks my cunt is like a wild animal who’s starved. Ravenous, needy, and primal. Her teeth scrape my flesh, and the tip of her silky tongue slides along my slit.

Kaye adds two fingers into my cunt and pushes my legs up. “Be a good girl and hold your legs. I want access to both of your holes.”

Following Kaye’s instructions, I pulled my legs and held the position by placing my arms around the underside of my knees.

Kaye smirked before leaning back down and pulling my ass cheeks apart to give her better access. She smirks up at me before spitting on my anus. “If I recall, you loved playing with my asshole, but never allowed me the pleasure.”

I gasp as she swirls the spit with the tip of her finger before pushing her way inside my anus. Kaye’s intense gaze locks onto mine before she uses three fingers of her other hand to enter my wet pussy. She moves her hands in a perfect rhythm, pushing me to the edge of insanity.

It’s been a decade since I’ve experienced sensations similar to those Kaye pulls from my body. Of all the women I’ve fucked and have fucked me, none of them gives me the high Kaye does. Sex with her is an out-of-body experience, a high so good that nothing and no one could ever fill the void in its absence.

“Thatta girl. Grip my fingers with that worthless cunt. Show me that the only thing you’re good for is to be my personal fuck toy.”

Jesus, Kaye had learned to be a filthy, dirty talker during our years apart. I should fucking send a thank you gift to all my placeholders for letting my girl practice on them.

A surge of pure pleasure radiates through my core. My body convulses as Kaye skillfully fingers me to oblivion.

I squeeze my eyes shut, lost in the intoxicating euphoria. My teeth dig into my bottom lip as Kaye twists her fingers, pushing on my G-spot while simultaneously sucking on my clit and fingering my asshole. But she doesn’t stop after my first release. She keeps moving her fingers and her tongue until my legs shake uncontrollably, and I have another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Fuck, Kaye. I can’t take much more.”

“I don’t care. You’re gonna shut up, be a good girl, and take it.”

My pants grow louder, and my breathing quickens as Kaye leans back and licks my pussy until I explode into her mouth again. Kaye doesn’t quit there. She drives her fingers into me while rubbing my clit with her palm.

I thrash, unable to take any more of the pleasure Kaye is unleashing on my body. “Kaye, please. I can’t.”

“I like you begging, Piper, but I want you a quivering mess for me. I want this sweet cunt to come so many times that you won’t be able to walk straight. Your mind will be blown to the point that you’ll never think about flaunting another groupie around me again. I own this sweet pussy, Piper. I’ll make you a pathetic junkie for my touch.”

Ecstasy washes over me as Kaye’s tongue meets my center again, igniting a symphony of pleasure with small, methodical circles of her tongue, causing an earth-shattering orgasm to course through every fiber of my being.

Standing tall, she confidently adjusts her blazer, a wide smile spreading across her face. Her eyes sparkle, relishing in her triumph as she leans down and spits in my face. A last stance of dominance and ownership. “Why don’t you be a good girl and get yourself together before someone walks in and witnesses what a dirty little slut you are?”

“Where are you going, Kaye?”

She turns her head, and the passionate girl of a few moments ago seems to have slipped away. “I’m going home.”

If she thinks she’s going to fuck us up all over again, she’s sorely mistaken.

I jump up, my legs still jelly from the multitude of mind-altering orgasms Kaye gave me. She flinches as I slam my hand against the steel door near her head. “The hell you are, Kaye. The fucking hell you are!”