𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄: KAGE

04.

Warning:

Strong sexual content ahead.

Mild BDSM.

Orgasm denial.

Kinky shit.

*This chapter will be ten times more kinkier and sexual than the last one. So if you didn't like Chapter 03, I suggest you just don't read this one. At all. Like at all.

It is time for the story to unfold. Sit back, grab some graham crackers and Nutella, with a chocolate milkshake, fold your legs, relax and read.

Enjoy.*

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The ocean does not apologize for its depth and the mountains do not seek forgiveness for the space they take and so, neither shall I.

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There is a certain feeling you get when you are about to reach your peak.

It's that feeling when you're at the top of the rollercoaster, it's that lightheadedness when you get high from weed, it's that on-top-of-the-world feeling you get when you're finally leaving high school, but the feeling, that excitement, we all have it once or twice in our life.

That is exactly what I'm feeling as I walk to Silver, to the bed. My heart is jumping up, my inner goddess doing backflips as I finally reach him, the distance between us nothing more than two feet.

"Show me your hands." He commands and I do as he says, bringing my hands forward. He holds them together, before carefully and gently wrapping the tie around my wrists, trapping them together, securing them. He checks for the tightness with his fingers and then takes off his hands. My bound hands fall in front of me as he walks around me.

He doesn't say anything, just watching me from behind and I wait, my stomach clenching and unclenching in anticipation of what is to come.

He moves closer to me, his breath hitting the side of my neck, sniffing me. He bites my skin lightly, tugging on it with his teeth, eliciting a moan out of me. I lean on him, my head falling back as he sucks on my neck lightly, the hardly. My chest starts to fall and rise without control again, my fingers digging into my palm, creating crescents on the white skin.

His fingers lightly trail from my exposed thighs to the hem of my dress, and he starts to lift it up, inch by inch, while his pinky finger is leaving hot trails on the areas he touches. He peels off the dress slowly, removing his mouth from my neck to take it off.

"Hands up," he says and I raise my tied hands above me, the black short gown leaving my body completely and meeting the tiled floor instead. He steps back from me when he's done, humming at whatever sight he sees. Coming closer to me once again, I feel his voice all over my hot body as he places a light kiss on my neck, before humming, the vibrations hitting my pussy. "Thong?" He asks, his finger hooking into the black lace I'm wearing. He tugs on it with his finger, teasing me, before releasing it, the lines hitting me harshly.

He bites my earlobe, licking behind my ear as he speaks again. "Aren't you a bad girl?" He asks and I moan, his words having an effect on me. His hands move to my thighs and he holds them tightly, most likely leaving marks. And then, he pulls my lower part backwards, my ass coming in contact with his large crotch.