Between Never and Forever: Part 2 – Chapter 28

“How?” she breathed out. Kee was ready to do anything on this stage for me, and I wanted her to do everything.

Years of missing her, my jealousy at her singing for other men, her shaking her hips for the world instead of me. Years of not having her had me wanting to fulfill all my twisted fantasies right then and there.

“Let me see how wet I make you.” I looked down at her pussy, seeing her cum against my trousers, and her eyes followed mine. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about fucking you while you sing, Kee?” I shifted in the chair so she could slide that pussy up and down more easily.

“Oh my God. I’m ruining your pants.” She tried to move away, but I gripped her hips.

“That’s right. You’re a mess. Totally and completely. Does it feel good? Unraveling here on this stage just for me? How long have you tried to keep this all bottled up, Kee?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head, her hair flaring out around her as she rocked faster and faster.

“Does it feel good to be a slut for me instead?”

Her eyes locked on mine, and she didn’t even hesitate. “It feels real. It feels freaking right, Dex.”

I hummed. “Take your hand, Kee, and touch yourself. Show me.”

I loved that I’d put a mic on her for this, that I could hear even the smallest gasp as she slid her hand down herself. I held her gaze as she slipped that finger against her sex. I knew the second she did because she moaned then and rocked on me without shame.

“That’s it, heartbreaker. Nice and slow, ride your hand. Feels good to be who you want on this stage, huh?”

She whimpered and murmured my name, like she couldn’t take much more. She didn’t get to decide though. I was the teacher here—and I had to remind myself of that as my cock throbbed under her. “Slide another finger into your pussy, move the ball around, Kee. See how you like it. How it moves with you.”

Her other hand drifted to her tits, and I knew she wanted every sensation. I got a sick satisfaction in knowing she was at my mercy. When she grabbed her exposed breast, her eyes started to drift shut. “You’re flawless when you’re a mess like this, Kee. Fucking your own hand like you couldn’t be good if you tried.”

“Dex, I need to come.” She said it softly, but her words echoed loudly around us on the speakers.

“Of course you do.” I removed the headset from her ear and brushed it over her skin now. We both listened to it drag down farther until I reached her hand.

The slip of her fingers against her arousal was amplified. “You hear that? Keelani,” I hissed out her name. “Such a good fucking girl. But her pussy is bad, isn’t it? This pussy sounds fucking deviant, all wet against your fingers while you think of getting fucked. Do you think about it a lot, heartbreaker?”

I loved seeing the heat rise on her cheeks as her lips parted at my words. She didn’t stop moving her fingers down below either, and I loved the sound of it. My own fucking personal ASMR. It was almost as good as her voice.

“I love the sound of your wet cunt, baby. It sounds like your pussy is begging for me. Will you beg too?”

She didn’t even wait a second to respond, her dark eyes heavy with hunger. “Please. Fuck me if you’re going to. I need you.”

“I want to see how desperate you are,” I told her before throwing the mic to the ground and gripping her wrist to pull her hand from her sex. Her cum dripped down her fingers, and I saw how her cheeks flushed immediately. “You embarrassed?” I lifted a brow. Then I took my time bringing her fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean.

“This is torture.” She stared at my lips around her fingers, swirling through them. “I’m done with it.”

I smirked at her, but suddenly, her hand went to my trousers rather than her breast. She unbuckled my pants and pulled me from my boxers like she was a pro at undressing me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and I couldn’t stop from swearing. “Fuck. You’re not ready for me.”

“I am.” She shifted closer. “I showed you I was. Now, show me.” She pushed off me and knelt before me in front of the tantric chair. She pumped my cock, and I felt the pre-cum already forming. Her mouth was too close to my dick for me to even think straight.

“What are you doing?” I frowned down at her.

She looked up at me with those big chocolate eyes, violet hues reflected in them from the color that shimmered on her dress. “I want to taste your cock, Dex. I want to see you as desperate as me on this stage. I need it.”

“Keelani…”

“I’m just Kee when I’m on my knees for you, whether it’s on a stage or not.”

“Tonight isn’t the night for me to fuck your mouth.”

She licked her lips and shifted closer. There was no way I could move away from her, not when I saw that little pink tongue preparing for it.

“I’m just going to taste you, Dex.” The smallest smile played on her lips, and then she leaned forward so I could feel the pillowy softness of them as she kissed the tip of my pierced cock.

Her tongue flicked over it, then she wrapped her lips around me and moaned. The vibration alone would have had me coming had I not gripped her hair and yanked her back. “Jesus Christ—”

“No. Kee Hale, the girl who broke your heart but also the one who’s going to put it back together.”

“Fuck me,” I murmured as she dipped her head back down to lick me from base to the tip. She somehow knew how to get me harder than a damn rock. Her small hand twisted on the base of me, and when she hollowed her cheeks, I knew I had to stop her.

“Enough.” I gripped her arms and brought her up again to stand in front of me. “Do I want to know where you learned to suck cock like that?”

“Probably not, considering I don’t want to know where you learned to use the ball that’s in my pussy.”

Touché, but my eyes were already glued to her sex. “Take the dress off.”

“Leave the heels on again, I assume?” She eyed me with more confidence now. She had to know here on this stage that she owned every part of it, even me.

“She learns fast.”

The fabric slid slowly down her as she pushed the straps of her dress off, letting it fall and then she stood there naked before me. “If someone comes in here—”

“I’ll kill them,” I growled out and I meant it. “Come here, heartbreaker.”

She sauntered over and said, “If you don’t fuck me, Dex, I swear I’m going to—”

I grabbed her ass and yanked it close. “I’m going to. You’ve been rubbing against my dick for the past half hour, and my cock has been rock solid for you for days. I’m not going to do it with this in though.” I was fast with entering her this time because I knew she’d object.

“But I want it. I want to try every—”

“You will, Kee. You will.” I slid the ball back, letting the chain dangle from it instead of putting it away. I let her feel the metal in another place. The tight hole of her ass puckered as she gasped, and my cock jumped just thinking about how I was corrupting her and how she enjoyed it. “Want to try something new even though I shouldn’t let you right now?”

She whimpered as she stood there trembling, but I saw her nod softly.

“Come up on this chair and look out at the theater that’s yours now.” I held her hand and pulled her forward so she could step over the middle of the chaise and straddle the curve of it. She faced away from me, and I pushed her forward, leaning her over the taller back so her ass was on display, her puckered hole exposed for me to slide the device covered in her cum in slowly. “You’ll sing to them all knowing I did this to you up here on this stage. Will you think about this, Kee, when you sing to all of them?”

She turned slowly, and I saw how her silky hair fell smoothly over her shoulder. “I always think of you.” Her eyes held all the truth I needed to see in order to believe she meant it, that she wanted all of me and wanted me to hold nothing back. “I can’t stop thinking of you even when I try.”

I pushed the device a little farther and felt her hole resist and tighten. The fight to give up control was in her body. It wanted to war with me, but it wouldn’t win. My cock throbbed at the thought. Still, I didn’t go farther with her. Not yet. “You have to trust me and relax, heartbreaker. I won’t push you further until you do.”

“Don’t you get it, Dex? I’ve always trusted you. I never stopped.” With that, she arched and pressed herself back with enough pressure that the device disappeared inside her. Her breath came faster and faster as she moaned out, “I want you to take me past all my limits, Dex.”

I was lost to her now. She was the center of attention on that stage, in that theater, in my world. “You realize, if I do, you’ll think of me, Kee, even as you’re singing to everyone. You’ll think of me everywhere. I won’t let you forget. I’ll ruin you for everyone else.”

My palm massaged her ass cheek as my thumb probed her ass and rolled it back and forth. My fingers worked her clit and pussy, and she didn’t respond. Her back now shimmered under the lights, and I knew she was approaching another orgasm. “Do you want to be ruined, Kee?”

She whimpered out that she didn’t know, but then she begged and begged.

“What are you begging for? You want to come again now? After saying you couldn’t take it? From good to bad again? Can’t make up your mind. Seems reminiscent of us years ago.”

I heard her whimper, her sexual frustration building now.

“I made up my mind. I want you and only you to fuck me, Dex. I want that now. I want your cock in my pussy right this second. Fill me up everywhere.”

The woman knew how to take me over the edge. She even reached her hand back to grab my length and nudge it between her legs as she bent forward, pressing her other hand against the curve of the chair for balance. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Dex?”

The sound of her throughout the theater was my weakness. She was my weakness, but at least for now she was mine. All that could be heard was her gasps as she writhed against my cock now. She begged me to fuck her over and over, and I knew I was going to. I also knew I shouldn’t.

Yet when she turned to catch my gaze and whispered, “You’d better do it,” her stare was aglow with a mix of vulnerability and love and fucking pain. I knew that stare. It mirrored my own when I thought of her time and time again.

She deserved for someone to make love to her and to make her feel protected tonight. Instead, I knew my body wanted to ravage her and fuck her so rough that I’d convince myself I was the only one who could do so forever and ever.

When she lined my cock up to her sex this time, I thrust in. I could lie and say I did it softly, but nothing about us was gentle now. She bared down on my cock, but I filled her up with so much enthusiasm, her hands dug into the curve of the chair and it scraped against the wooden stage floor.

She screamed as I pulled back and thrust into her again.

“Fuck, heartbreaker. You wrapped around me so perfectly, so tight, like you need it. You do need me, don’t you? Need me here to show you what it’s like to feel it all, huh?”

She cried out on the third thrust as I pushed the device a bit farther. “I’m going to come. Oh God.”

“No one, not even a god, can fuck you like me, heartbreaker. I own this ass and this pussy. I’m going to take them over and over again until you learn. Until you’re ruined. Until all you want is me.”

“I know, I know,” she whimpered as her breaths panted out to the rhythm our hips set. “It’s all I want now.”

“What do you want?” I grabbed her hair, fucking her even harder, needing her to say it.

“I want you everywhere.”

“Yeah? How?”

“I want your eyes on me, your cock in me, your hands over me. I want you everywhere all the time.”

“That’s fucking right.” I grunted hard with each thrust. “You’re. Mine. My future wife. Fucking mine. You might perform for the world, Kee, but they’ll only ever get a sliver of a version of you. I’m going to take all of you from now on.”

And the idea cemented into me as she screamed out, her pussy tightening around me like a vise, like it was dying of thirst and my cum was its only hydration. I emptied myself into her as she convulsed around me.

She crumpled into the chair, but I pulled her close, her back to my front, and leaned back so I could take her weight on me. I let her milk the aftershocks from both of us as I rubbed over her clit, feeling her arousal and my cum still there. Then I swirled it up over her stomach onto her tits.

She shivered. “Dex, I’m too sensitive.”

I hummed into her neck. “You’re fucking irresistible on this stage is what you are.”

She chuckled. “We’re going to need a new chair for my performances and probably a new mic too.”

She mentioned just those things, but with her in my arms, I knew there was so much more that was needed. She’d been taken advantage of too many times to count, and now I had her under my roof, under my care, under my protection, and she’d allowed it. She’d begged for it. Said she wanted it. Wanted me to watch her every move.

She shifted and started to get up when I didn’t respond to her. “Sorry. We probably should get back so you can—”

I held her down. “Give me a second, heartbreaker. I’m still processing how much I like fucking you.”

She turned to look at me, and then she fucking did me in by rotating on my cock. Lifting her leg over my chest, she turned so she could be face-to-face with me. It wasn’t just the maneuver though. Instead of continuing to make light of what we’d done, with a trembling hand, she reached out and pulled me close.

She kissed me softly and wrapped her arms around me, a wordless embrace that spoke volumes of what was to come. The echoes of her song still bounced around my head, her gasps and pleadings, too, amid the silence of that empty theater. The sound of them spoke loudly to me while I was in her arms.

“I’m happy I’ll be with you for now Dex,” she whispered against my ear.

I knew then I was bonded to her forever in the purest and most obsessive way. I could feel how I gravitated toward her, how everything I shouldn’t be doing with her still felt completely right. Through trauma, through hell and back, through warring with my own emotions and coming out bloody and bruised, I knew there was no way I would ever let her go again.

I just had to convince her of that. It wouldn’t be only for now, like she said. It would be forever.

After I put her to bed that night, I got up, even though it was well past midnight and made a call.

“Mitchell, I’m calling about the show.”

“Oh yes. I heard from Ezekiel. I’m— We’re going to have to talk about—”

“Make sure to send me his number. He and I will have a chat. In the meantime, can I ask why you and he sent my fiancée flowers?”

“Oh, it’s just a courtesy—”

“You send another rose to her, I’ll personally shove every one of the thorns down your throat.”