full month, let alone three months, and that was okay. This was about finding happiness in our kink, and not about bragging rights.
My tongue licked to the right of her clit, and she sucked air in. I licked to the left of her clit, and she blew it out with a deep moan.
“Please, Frost.”
“You know it’s coming. Let me build it up and make it good.”
I used teeth, tongue, and fingers to drive her higher and closer to orgasm than ever before, and then I flipped her over, ordered her to knees and shoulders, dropped my jeans enough to get my dick out, and drove into her cunt, hard and fast. No time to get used to me. I pounded her hard for two minutes, my focus on the vest.
PROPERTY OF FROST
Mine. My Cheyenne. My pussy cat. My pussy. Mine.
I put one hand between her shoulder blades and the other on her hip, so I could hold her in place and force her to keep her ass in the air.
“Come for me, kitty cat.”
A week of frustration came out, all at once. It was a release of pent-up sexual energy, but there was so much more. It felt as if she released fear and anxiety as well, and I’m not sure I can put a label on the rest of it, but this was so much more than the physical release I felt while she jerked and spasmed on the inside and outside, full of bliss and ecstasy long denied. She embraced the good and released the bad, and when it was over, she was close to passing out.
I pulled out, rolled her over, and pressed back inside her while watching those oh-so-green eyes. The color of life. Of living things.
I moved slow now. In and out. Long, easy strokes, and I bent my legs so I was at the right angle to brush up against the spot inside her I knew would bring her again.
“Fuck, Frost.”
“Yes, that’s what we’re doing.”
She shook her head. “No, this isn’t fucking. It’s not even having sex. I’m not even sure the term making love can do this justice.”
I touched over her heart, and then over mine. It was as if they were connected. I’d felt it before when our chests touched, as if our hearts were one, those energy pathways joined.
“I feel it too,” she said. “Our hearts are connected, even this far apart.”
I went a little faster, and she closed her eyes, her face the very picture of bliss. The sadist in me wanted to get her close and deny her, but I pushed him to the side. Tonight, she’d get more orgasms than she thought she could possibly have.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cheyenne
He gave me countless orgasms before he finally let himself come, and then made me get dressed again so we could go back to the party.
I’d have been happy to fall asleep in his bed, but he put me back into the same outfit, but high heels this time instead of the boots, threw me over his shoulder again, and took me back to the main room of the clubhouse.
The heels didn’t really matter, because he sat on one of the sofas with me in his lap for the next couple of hours while he talked and cut up with his brothers. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep around three in the morning, and I remember him carrying me to bed — in his arms this time, and not over his shoulder.
I awoke naked the next morning, looking at the floggers and paddles on the wall. He had more than this, and most of that was at my house now, but what he had here was impressive.
The only light in the room was the digital clock. Eleven twelve. Kinda cool, as far as times go.
I felt Frost awaken beside me, and I wasn’t surprised. He sleeps light, and he always knows when I wake up, even if I don’t move a muscle.
“It’s eleven twelve.”
He rubbed my arm. “Is that supposed to mean something? We don’t have to be anywhere by a special time today.”
“No, just seemed cool.”
“We’re going to do a walkthrough of my house today. Last chance to decide what we want and don’t want. Instead of selling it, I’m going to lease bedrooms to new members, kind of like dorm living for them until they can buy one of the houses the club now owns.” Right. The houses that had belonged to members who were killed in the fighting.