Whiskey's Second Chance

37: No More Hiding

***Sexual Content***

Whiskey POV

"What did I tell you about hiding, love?" I asked.

Kayla froze in place and let out a sigh, turning to face me. "Whiskey," she mumbled, looking down. "I just-I was going to put on clothes to sleep in."

Stepping into the bathroom with her, I closed the door behind me and nodded for her to continue. Hesitantly, she moved again, taking off my sweatshirt and handed it back to me, putting on a shirt over her now bare chest. She took off the sweatpants and put on some very revealing shorts.

I placed the sweatshirt on the counter and took her face between my hands, rubbing her tear-stained cheeks. "I will never force you into submission, or to do anything you are not comfortable with, but I will not let you hide any longer, from yourself or me. It will take time, but I will push you until you see yourself how I see you. Understood?" I asked.

Kayla nodded her head. "Thank you, Whiskey, for being patient with me."

"You're welcome. Now," I kissed her lips gently, "go get into bed and I will be right there."

I watched her crawl into bed before heading down the hall to take a quick, cold shower, respecting Kayla's wishes for nothing sexual. Ten minutes later, I threw my sweats back on and headed to the room, finding Kayla buried beneath the covers. Crawling in next to her, she looked guilty and as though I walked in at the wrong moment.

Looking into her eyes, I saw lust and need and couldn't help but smirk. Drawing back the covers, Kayla's legs stopped rubbing together and embarrassment took over.

"I can't help you unless you tell me what you need," I informed, smelling her sweet arousal.

"I need a distraction," she breathed.

"Be specific, love."

She pulled herself into me, close enough for me to stick my tongue out and lick her if I wanted, and waited for exactly what she wanted. If I had it my way, I would tear her clothes to shreds, put her on her knees, spread wide and face down into the pillows. Waiting, begging for release.

"That," Kayla said. That? "I want whatever you were just thinking. Whatever just made you get that look in your eye. Where you look like you want something you're not telling me about."

She's ready for what I want, and honestly, it'll probably push her away. She just got through telling me someone forced her into submission, which is the complete opposite of what I want to do, but she may not see it that way.

Running my hands through her hair, I kissed her jawline, trailing down to her neck, causing a low moan to come from Kayla, and I snapped. Moving on top of her, I pinned her arms next to her and bit her neck. Hard. She arched into me, moaning loud enough for the others to hear, but this time I didn't care. If she wants a distraction, I'll give her one.

Pulling away, I looked at her. "I'm going to tell you exactly what to do, and move you where I need to," I growled. "What word do you use if you're uncomfortable?"

"Stop," Kayla said.

"Good. Now, when I get off of you, I want you to strip bare, kneeling on the bed, legs wide, face down, and arms above you. Understood?" I asked as calmly as I could.

She nodded her head, but I needed words from her. A slight growl left my mouth and my grip tightened in her hair. Kayla's eyes widened, not in fear, but in excitement and understanding.

"Yes, I understand," she purred.

"Sir," I said. "Yes, sir."

I know I wanted to take it slow, but hearing her say sir was something I could no longer deny myself from.