BLAKE: Captive to the Dark (15 page)

The royal blue button up shirt he wore was rolled up his thick forearms and tucked into a pair of jeans. My eyes immediately got stuck on the belt. I wanted it choking me again, taking all my air from me, reminding me why life was so precious.

“Soon enough, kitten.”

My eyes jerked up to his reflection and I tried to dismiss the heat that crept
over my face. “Soon, for what?”

“Don’t play coy with me. We both know you were looking at the belt.”

“I couldn’t have been checking out your ass?” I raised an eyebrow at him, watching his mouth part. Good, at least I’d managed to surprise him.

Blake turned around to face me, leaning against the counter. As he crossed his arms over his chest, the shirt tightened, displaying how wide he was. Damn, he was a powerhouse. So fucking big. Everywhere. My nakedness had never been so apparent to me before. I’d sampled what he had to give and I wanted more.

“Are you going to get out or are you planning to gawk for another few minutes?”

“It’s not
gawking
. It’s called thinking. You should try it some time.” The door shut at my push and I waited. Within seconds, it was pulled open.

“All your thinking is going to get you into trouble. Out.” The water was shut off and he reached for me, pulling me out
and wrapping me in a towel. “I should spank your ass black and blue. Did you learn nothing while you were in the cuffs?”

He pushed me toward the room, but I planted my feet. “My dress is over by the mirror,
Sir
.

“You wear what I want you to, and it won’t be that one.”

Another nudge had me a foot away from the bed. “You’re going to wear the black one. It has long sleeves and it’ll fall to your feet. The bruises will be covered that way. No use giving Marie a trip down memory lane.”

Right. I should have thought about that.

The bra and dress were put before me, along with a pair of lace panties and stockings. I’d seen them while going through the clothes, but I never considered wearing them. Not with Blake and I at odds. Apparently, we were past that point. At least in his eyes.

“The ride is roughly thirty minutes. I need you to clear your head and get in the game. Prepare yourself. I know this is going to be hard for you, but it has to be done.”

I nodded. “I know. I’ll be fine.” I hoped. The fear that seeing Marie would send me into another episode like the one earlier was there, but I had to talk to her. See how she was doing. This was a good thing, for both of us.

Blake didn’t speak as I
dried off and got dressed. My thoughts ran so deep that I was sliding on the heels before I realized it. My damp, thick curls were all knotted. I hated not having a blow-dryer. Instead, I grabbed the brush and ran it through the tangles until they were gone. It would just have to dry on the way there.

“I’m ready.”

“And you look beautiful.” His arms pulled me in close and I closed my eyes as our bodies molded into each other. That word…it was so hard for me to believe.

Blake’s palm cupped my cheek and I glanced up at him, wishing I
saw what he did. There was no way he could take in my appearance and miss the scar on my face. Maybe he got off on it like my captor. Somehow, that made me even more self-conscious and left me feeling slightly sick.

“You are beautiful, Kaitlyn. If you could see what I do, you’d never question your looks again.” His lips brushed against
my forehead. He never let go of my hand as he led me to the counter and grabbed his wallet and keys. Sadness pushed against my chest, weighing my heart down heavily. I reached for my helmet when he shook his head.

“I don’t think you’re going to be needing that anymore, kitten.”

He didn’t give me time to ask why. Blake’s mouth crushed into mine out of nowhere. The dress was pulled up to my hips and he latched onto my thighs, pulling me to straddle his waist. The hunger in him dulled every emotion I was feeling until all that rested within was a matching intensity to devour him.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.” He broke his mouth
away from mine while he walked up to the sofa. The weight of his body crashed into me as he pinned me down on the leather. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

My mouth parted, but for the life of me I couldn’t say something I didn’t believe.

The sound of his belt being undone joined my heavy breathing. Blake jerked his pants open. Just the thought that he was going to fuck me again sent hunger racing through me.

“You don’t have a choice, Kaitlyn. You have to say it.” My panties were pulled off only to be replaced with his fingers. I moaned as he rubbed circles over my slit. A small growl filled the air as he looked down at me. “So fucking wet for my cock.” Two fingers pushed in deep. “Say it. Now.”

“I’m…” My head jerked back and forth. The word wouldn’t come. It stuck in my throat, nearly choking me with its presence.

“Beautiful. Let me hear it.” Blake sucked my juices from his fingers, closing his eyes at the taste. The man behind his gaze before he’d closed himself from the world wasn’t the one who greeted me upon returning. “Now.” The deeper voice had my chest rising and falling faster.

“Beautiful,” I whispered.

He shook his head. “Together.”

I cried out as he pushed the tip of his cock into my opening. The longer I waited, the more he held still. Pain from his fingers engulfed my side as I tried to arch to get him deeper. “I’m…beautiful.”

A smile lifted the side of his mouth. “Yes, you are.”

My scream echoed from the walls as he slammed into me completely. Pain and pleasure mixed into the perfect combination nearly sending me right into an orgasm. Just when I thought we were getting started, he didn’t continue. Blake just held himself inside of me until I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“Say it again.” His fingers traced from my hip to my lower stomach, stopp
ing just above my clit. I moved to get him closer.

“I’m beautiful.”

“Louder.”

Each time I said it
, heat flashed over my skin. The long sleeves were too much. I wanted out of them. Clothes weren’t something I was used to lately and I didn’t like feeling so trapped. “I’m beautiful.”

Although my response wasn’t necessarily loud, Blake moved inside of me, pulling almost all the way out, just to pound back into me. Nails raked down my inner thigh,
easing the stocking down with the motion. I sucked in air, grabbing at the front of Blake’s shirt. Buttons rained down on me as I jerked at it with impatience.

“There’s my girl. Show me how much you want this. Want
me
.”

God, I did. I couldn’t get enough of him. My hands came up to grab behind his neck to bring his mouth back to mine. The moment I had
him within reach, the stinging in my own lip reminded me what I had sworn I’d do, given the opportunity. He said a mark for a mark. I owed him one.

My teeth bit into the soft flesh and blood immediately coated my taste buds
. A mix of a hiss and moan left him and his hand immediately clasped over my nose and mouth, depriving me of oxygen. For what felt like forever passed while I thrashed against him. Blake removed his hand and I sucked in as much air as I could. Fire burned my lungs and my eyes watered.

“I’m never going to be able to get the way you fight out of my head. It makes me so hot to see you struggle.” Blake slowed his thrusts and nuzzled his face against my neck
, placing soft kisses to the spots where his fingers had just been. My nails pushed into the shirt covering his back and he moved his arms up, tearing it off. “Now, kitten. Show me more of my fighter. I want to see how strong she is. How strong she’s going to be tonight when she’s faced with something I know she’s terrified of.”

Our eyes connected and I suddenly saw why this was happening. Blake wanted me at my strongest. This was where it was. Where I thrived
as my old self.

I narrowed my eyes and reached up, grabbing his hair and bringing him back down to me. As my teeth sunk into his shoulder, I clawed into his back viciously. A
growl fell from his mouth as he went beast on me. The palm of his hand came to cover my mouth and nose, again, and I bit him, only making him place the hold even tighter. Pain shot through my leg as he lifted it to rest on his shoulder and pushed his weight forward.

“You’re going to be my slave forever, Kaitlyn. I’m never going to let you go.”

Twisted emotions slammed into me with just as much force as Blake did. I flourished at his words, yet the part that wanted to show him I could be independent, that wanted to prove it to myself, screamed inside. Too bad my body didn’t care anything about what my mind did. Tightening pulled at my core and I was trying my best to suck in air as my orgasm built.

“That’s right. I know you want to stay.” His hand lifted from my mouth to lace in my hair. “Let go, baby. I want to feel you gripping my cock
so tight when I come inside of you.”

“Sir!” Fuck, it was like his words commanded my actions with no free will on my part. My orgasm forced screams past my lips and all I could do was clutch to him as he moaned through his own release.

The weight of his body increased as he sagged into me.  The deep breaths almost made me think he was falling asleep. I pulled back, trying to get a better look at him, when he lifted his head and pressed his lips against mine. “We’re going to be so late.” Blake lifted and the missing contact left me hollow. “Go get cleaned up as fast as you can. I’m going to throw on a new shirt. We’re going to have to haul ass.”

I obeyed, more in a fog than anything. So many thoughts kept hammering into my brain and I had no control to stop them. The routine blurred and as I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair, I suddenly noticed I hadn’t once seen my scar since I’d started. For the briefest moment
, I had felt pretty again. Like my old self. The realization brought me back down a little, but the feeling before the surprise had set in left me happy.

“You ready?”

The black shirt he wore fit him perfectly. Not only the actual size, but the color. It was dark, just like him. Just like us.

I cleared my throat, feeling the rawness with my swallow. For some sick reason
, I liked it. Loved it, even. “I’m ready.”

I walked over to him, grabbing the hand he offered. As we headed to the door and walked outside, I couldn’t help but stop and looked around, confused. “Whose car is that?” The four door black Altima had me squinting to see if anyone was inside. The sun had already set
, and although it wasn’t completely dark outside, it wasn’t light enough to get a good view.

“That would be our car. I traded in the bike earlier.”

My head whipped up to him. “You traded in the bike for a
sedan
? What the hell for?”

Blake laughed
, kissing my cheek. “For you, Kaitlyn. It’s not safe for you to ride on the back of my bike.”

My jaw dropped as he pulled me to the passenger door. “But
, it’s a sedan. Wouldn’t you have rather gotten one of those fancy sports cars, at least something two door?”

“No. You need to be safe. This will give you that.” Blake ushered me in and I couldn’t stop my lips from parting again. The bike…gone. For a car? A…family car? My heart rate increased and I tried to slow my breathing. What was he doing? This was going way too fast. The independent side flared while my neediness positively soaked up the though
t. What the fuck was wrong with me? I rubbed my eyes, glad for the first time that I wasn’t wearing make-up. Dammit. I needed to get my shit together. Fast. Leading him on any more than I already was was not going to be good if I decided to leave.

Blake climbed in and I didn’t miss his good mood. My attention went to the window as he put it in reverse and began heading to the Sinclair’s. Music played lightly in the background, a mix of what sounded like rock, yet not. I couldn’t quite pinpoint the genre with as jumbled as my mind was. Even though I’d had a release not ten minutes ago, the need for something more began to edge its way in. For the first time in years, cutting entered my mind. No. I couldn’t do that again. Where had that even come from? Probably
from mentioning it to Blake earlier. That had to be it.

I swallowed and tried to breathe. My nerves were increasing by the mile and I wasn’t
exactly sure why. I wanted to see Marie, I truly did. Yet, subconsciously, my mind had to have been rejecting the idea.

“Talk to me, kitten. How are you doing?” Blake reached over and held my hand. The contact was like a weight
lifting from my shoulders.

“I’m okay. Better now.” I gave him a squeeze, soaking in how absolutely gorgeous he looked with the interior glow from the dash illuminating his face. Blake, my dark angel. The smile he gave me brought a slight one to my face, I was so in awe. “You sure you don’t want to give modeling a go
? Mickey would take you on in a heartbeat.”

Blake burst out laughing. “No. If I ever get taken down, The Cover Model Killer is not what I want to be known as.”

I couldn’t help but join in his laughter. “Oh, come on. You have to admit, it’s rather catchy.”