Maybe Always (Maybe Series Book 3) (14 page)

I can’t grab ahold of her with my hands, but it doesn’t matter because I grab ahold of her lips with my mouth and pull her into my mouth. I suck hard, tasting the mix of my blood and her in my mouth. Nothing could taste sweeter than the taste of us together.
 

She suddenly pulls away, far enough away that I can’t pull her back in with my lips, and I hate that I’m tied up. She keeps her eyes closed, most likely reliving the kiss, just like I am.
 

She opens them, and I see the somberness that has formed there.
 

“What?”
 

“I need you, but the only way I can have you is if they think I am hurting you. I can only have you if they think I am torturing you.”
 

I nod. “Then, hurt me, torture me. I would do anything if it meant I got one more chance to love you.”
 

“I’m not sure if I can though. I don’t think I can hurt you again.”
 

“You can only hurt me by walking away and not giving me what I need.”
 

“What do you need?”
 

“You. I need you.”
 

She thinks for a moment, and then I can see her desire for me overtake any reluctance at the thought of causing me more pain.
 

“Go get the whip that is in the corner.”
 

She turns from me and looks reluctantly in the direction where I nod. She doesn’t move. She just tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
 

“Go.”
 

She slowly walks over and picks up the whip that brought me so much pain earlier at the hands of Seth. And, now, it will bring me pleasure because it means I get to have her.
 

She picks it up, and it looks awkward in her hand. I know I’m going to have to convince her it’s okay for her to hurt me. It’s more than okay. It’s what I want.
 

My eyes turn dark with desire for her to claim me. My throat turns dry as I think of her taking me. My cock stirs as I think of her riding me, destroying me for any other woman in the world.
 

She slowly walks back with the whip in her hand. She looks up at my tied-up hands with tears forming in her eyes.
 

“At least let me untie you.”
 

She walks to my hands and tries to untie me, but I know it is no use. She won’t be able to untie the knots—not without spending hours doing so, and that’s time we don’t have.
 

“No.”
 

Her hands freeze midair. “Why not?”
 

I shake my head. “I don’t want you to untie me. I want you to hurt me. I want you to dominate me. I want you to make me pay for ever letting you go.”
 

She steps back for a second, and I see her lust for me grow as she looks into my eyes to see that I am telling her the truth.
 

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
 

She sucks in a breath.
 

“You’re wet for me at just the thought of hitting me.”
 

She bites her lip.
 

“You’ve had this fantasy before. You’ve always wanted to be in power. In control.”
 

I watch a tinge of anger mix with her lust.
 

“But I never let you have control. Take it. Take control now.”
 

I watch as the whip twitches in her hand, begging her to use it.
 

“Hit me. Claim me. Make me pay for lying to you. For not telling you the truth.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”
 

I smirk. I’ve gotten through. “Then, make up your mind already.”
 

She hits me with the whip, and I feel the sting of it as it hits my exposed stomach.
 

My smirk widens. “Is that all you’ve got? I thought you wanted to claim me. I thought you wanted to punish me for what I put you through.”
 

She hits me again, and this time, I feel the passion behind the whip as it hits my thigh.
 

“Stop talking. I’m the one in control.”
 

She uses the whip again, and I feel it hard against my shoulder.
 

“You don’t get to be in control anymore. Not after you lied to me again and again.”
 

She walks forward and slaps my cheek hard with her other hand, causing me to moan loudly as my wound from her original hit re-opens.

But she makes up for the hit by grabbing my chin and forcing me to kiss her hard and fast until we are both panting.
 

When she releases me, she hits me square on the other cheek, and a grunt escapes my lips.
 

She smiles. “How does it feel, not having any control?”
 

She slides the end of the whip down my face, over my lips, and to my bare chest.
 

My eyes darken, begging for more, at her seductive speech.
 

“Princess, I’m not going to last if you don’t take me soon.”
 

She shakes her head. “You’re not in control. I am.”
 

I feel the sting of the whip hit my back, making me bleed, I’m sure of it. She doesn’t know that my back is already covered in sores from being whipped before. And I don’t let her know. She needs to do this. She needs to hurt me to stay safe, and I love letting her hurt me. I love letting her love me.
 

Her eyes drop to my pants. My jail jumpsuit barely hangs off my hips, and my cock presses against the thin material, begging her to touch me.
 

I watch with wide eyes as she lets the whip trail down my body until it is just over my cock.
 

“Don’t,” I say, my voice a little shaky.
 

She smiles and then lifts the whip above her head.
 

I squeeze my eyes closed, afraid of where she is going to hit me. I cry out when she hits me the hardest she has yet, but she doesn’t hit my cock. She hits the inside of my thigh. It somehow electrifies me and makes me want her even more.
 

I open my eyes and am rewarded by a naked Kinsley. My eyes grow wide at the sight of her naked before me. I strain my arms in the ropes, hoping that I can get out of them because I need to touch her so fucking bad.
 

She smiles, watching me squirm. She takes a second longer to run her hand down her body, across her swollen breast and down to her pussy.
 

I watch in anticipation as she moves her fingers in circles around her clit as her eyes fill with lust. I can no longer breathe when her fingers dip inside her dripping pussy. I can’t think. It’s the sexiest thing she has ever done.
 

Her grin grows larger as she sees me lose control when I suddenly call out her name.
 

She immediately takes the whip and hits me again. My moan turns from pleasure to pain so that, if anybody were listening in, they would hear her torturing me instead of loving me.

Her hand reaches down and touches my cock through the thin material of the jumpsuit, and I know I’m going to need her to hurt me a lot more if I’m going to cry out in pain instead of love.
 

I bite my lip, trying to hold back a moan.
 

“Hurt me,” I whisper. “Make it so that, every time I move tomorrow, I’ll think of you. I need more pain if I’m going to make it through this.”
 

Her eyes intensify at my words. She releases me and walks back to the corner of the room. When she returns she has something behind her body, but I can’t see what it is.
 

“Close your eyes,” she whispers softly into my ear when she reaches me.

I hesitate for a second, realizing how much trust it takes for me to close my eyes. I do it though. I close my eyes and wait for the pain. It doesn’t come though—at least initially.
 

Instead, I feel cold metal moving across my body. I feel her hand on my cock again, firmly gripping it. I bite my lip, causing more blood to spill out from the corner of my lip, to keep from calling out her name again.
 

And then I feel the greatest mix of pain and pleasure I have ever felt. I feel cold metal spikes drive hard into my back at the same time as when I feel her claim me with her pussy, straddling over me.
 

I scream loudly. Loud enough that I’m sure the whole building can hear me. It’s a painful scream, but at the same time, it’s a beautiful scream. It’s a scream that makes me love her even more because she knows so perfectly what we both need.
 

Her hand grabs ahold of my back as she begins moving up and down my thick cock, making the pain a faint memory until it is almost gone.
 

The second she feels the pain disappearing from me, she grabs my back, digging her nails into the sores on my back while picking up speed.
 

I scream again, but then she muffles my screams with her mouth as she kisses away the pain.
 

She picks up speed, and I match her. We both lose control together. We both moan together. We both claim each other.
 

When we are done, Kinsley grabs ahold of my body, and I know she’s exhausted from what she just did. And I know it is going to take everything I have left to convince her to let me go.
 

I kiss her on the top of her head as my eyes grow heavy again. I need to close them. I need to get some rest. And she does, too.
 

“Get dressed, princess.”
 

I nudge her with my head, and she stirs a little.
 

“Get dressed,” I say again.
 

She slowly lets me go and gets dressed. Then, she moves back to my cock. Her eyes stay on mine, and I nod. She licks my cock clean while I do my best to stay quiet so that nobody hears me.
 

She then pulls my pants back up to where they were.
 

“You need to go.”
 

She nods this time, and it rips me apart to know that this might be the last time I see her. Tomorrow, one of us might be dead.
 

“Do I look thoroughly beaten up?” I ask, trying to joke with her.

She glances down at my body, and I see the sadness return in her eyes, giving me my answer.
 

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to survive this.”
 

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to survive without you.”
 

“You have to. You have to survive.”
 

“No, I will only survive if you do.”
 

I try to speak again to tell her she has to survive, but she holds a finger up to my lips, silencing me.
 

“Tomorrow. They are moving everyone to a different location tomorrow.”
 

“Where?”
 

“I don’t know. They don’t trust me enough to tell me yet.” She pauses and then starts again. “My plan is, after we move to the other location and I find out as much info as I can, I will contact the police and the FBI.”
 

“How?”
 

“They let me keep my cell phone.”
 

I nod. “You should have called them by now. You can’t risk waiting.”
 

She shakes her head, and I know why she won’t do it now. Her grandfather isn’t here. He’s at the next location. Most of the people they smuggled have already been moved. Saving them is more important. Setting things right is more important.
 

“Fine, but you call them as soon as you are moved. Don’t wait.”
 

She nods. “I’m not planning on waiting.”

She looks down at her hands and then back up at me. “You have to promise me something,” she says.
 

“Anything.”
 

“Promise me that, if you have a chance to escape, you will take it. You won’t wait for me. You will just go.”
 

“No.”
 

She raises her eyebrow. “Promise me. I need to know that you are going to live. They are going to make me kill you. I need you to promise that, the first chance you get, you will run without me.”
 

I take several deep breaths, trying to figure out how I can get out of promising her, but I don’t see a way out.
 

“Killian?”
 

“I promise,” I say even though it’s a lie.
 

She knows I’m lying to her.

“But you have to promise me something, princess. You have to promise me that, if they make you choose between your life and mine, you will choose your own life. You will shoot me if you have to. You will kill me to survive. Promise me.”
 

A slow tear drips down her cheek, and it kills me that I can’t comfort her, that I can’t hold her.
 

“Promise me?”
 

“I promise,” she says in a whisper. She wipes the tear from her cheek. “I need to go. One last kiss.”
 

She places her lips against mine, and I suck her in, trying my best to make her feel better. Trying my best to take away her pain, but I know the pain still remains, just like it remains inside me. We both know this could be our last kiss. Our last touch.
 

I feel our tears falling down our cheeks and mixing together. Then, suddenly, Kinsley is pulling away.
 

“Stay alive, princess.”
 

She nods and then wipes her eyes.
 

We don’t say anything else to each other. Neither of us can say anything more. We both know we love each other. We both promised we would survive, even at the cost of the other. We both lied.
 

Kinsley keeps her eyes on me as she walks to the door, and I keep my eyes on her, trying my best to take this memory with me forever. But I’m not sure I can take the memory with me.