Chapter 11: I’m Going to Enjoy the Show (Kane) - Once I Find You

Her eyes quickly flash to her nightstand as I walk toward it, and she rushes over trying to beat me. I stop her with my arm, keeping her in place. “You asked me to fuck you, and you’re shy about sex toys?”

“Yes! I mean, no! I didn’t mean to leave these out at all,” she says as she tries again to go for them, but I hold her there.

I pick up the ridiculous colored dildo and hold it in front of her. “When did you use this last?” She looks flustered, and I’m losing patience. She just came on to me, and she’s being shy? I need to get this over with. If this is what it takes for her to stop chasing me everywhere, then I’ll do it.

Not that I’m fucking complaining. It’s been years since I’ve let myself have anyone. As much as I don’t trust and can’t stand this girl for suddenly appearing and turning my life upside down in less than twenty-four hours, I can’t help but imagine her bent over this bed. Reddening her ass for what she’s put me through as I push myself deep inside of her.

Fuck. I’m hard already. “Open.”

She nervously complies, and I move the dildo forward to touch her lips, then slowly push the tip in her mouth. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and I can’t look away from her wet mouth as it takes what I give it. I pull it out slowly, her saliva slicking from the tip to her tongue.

“You still taste yourself on it?” I ask, and she bites her lip.

Fuck it, I can’t hold back anymore. I toss it on the bed and grab her shoulders to push her back onto the bed next to it. I pull my shirt off and climb over her. She pulls her own shirt over her head, mimicking me, but I can still see the trembling of her hand.

Am I really that scary looking? Are my scars that hard to look at?

I pull down her leggings and throw them somewhere behind me. God, look at her. Her perfect, voluptuous body is on display under me. She’s wearing a purple bra which barely contains her, and her panties match perfectly, with a bit of glitter that matches those cups. Fuck, she really must have been planning for this. I palm her breast, kneading it with my hand as I undo my belt.

I can see how wet she is through her panties. Fuck, I can’t lose focus. Fuck her, and get the hell out of here before more shit goes wrong. It’s a win-win.

I look down and unzip my pants, and suddenly her hands go to my chest. I look back at her and see her eyes wide. “C-can’t we maybe kiss first?” she asks.

Kiss? What does she think this is? Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to this.

“Or not. Sorry. It’s okay.” I can see her chest rising and falling quickly, but as I take myself out of my boxers, she closes her eyes. Why? They’re pinned shut, and I don’t move.

After a moment, her eyes open a little. “Aren’t you gonna…do it?” she asks, her voice giving her away.

I tuck myself back into my boxers and stand back up.

“What are you doing?” she asks quickly as she sits up.

“I’m leaving, Layla. You don’t seem like you’re ready for this, and I’m not the right man for someone like you.”

Her face contorts a bit as she takes in my words, and maybe that sounded harsh. But fuck, this girl needs someone to help her. No one is around for her, that’s obvious. She’s trying to force herself to have sex with a stranger? A serial killer? When she’s clearly traumatized?

“Why? I can do it!”

“I don’t want to do it like this, Layla. You need to never invite strange men into your apartment again, you hear me?”

As I go to zip my pants up, her hands desperately grab my arm. “Please. I’m sorry. I-I know I wasn’t honest, but I swear I want it. I want it so badly you have no idea.”

Something in her voice…just makes me stop. I stay still and listen.

“I haven’t done it. Not since…you know.” Her confirmation of what I guessed after her reaction to me makes my eyes involuntarily close as I take a breath. No matter what I think about this crazy girl, I can’t stand hearing that. I want to go back in time and torture him. I should’ve taken my fucking time.

“But I want to! I didn’t want to, for so long, but then…when I’d sit and think about what kind of man I’d trust with my body, all I could think of was you. That’s why I said that it didn’t matter who you were or what you looked like. I just…wanted you. Want you! I mean, I still do. I didn’t know what would happen or how I’d feel but I don’t want to stop.”

“You don’t want to stop? You can’t even start. I can’t take you like this, Layla. It goes against everything I believe in. You’re not ready.”

“What can I do to prove it? Please, I swear I’m ready. I’ll never get over it if I can’t make myself do it. I know I’ll be okay, and I feel safe with you. I just need you to help me.” Her plea is hard to ignore. Her sweet voice and big eyes and…

“Please. Give me a chance to prove it. I want to replace my memories so all I can think of is you instead.”

God, how can she beg so perfectly? How long can a sinner like me hold back? “I told you before, I’m not a good man.”

“You mean everything to me. That’s why…it’s okay. Even if you never speak to me again, I know I’ll at least be different after. I won’t be scared anymore.”

I can’t do it anymore. Begging me with her wet, doe eyes to fuck her. I have never in my life imagined myself denying sex to the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen while she begs me for it. What a fucking idiot I am.

“We do this my way,” I say reluctantly, pointing my finger at her. She perks up instantly, nodding. Fucking deviant.

“But I’m not fucking you, you’re not ready. But I’ll help you.”

“Then what are you going to do?” she asks, looking up at me while she bites her lip again.

Fuck, she’s lucky I have self-control.

“I’m going to enjoy the show.”

“The…show?”

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“Get on your knees. Take that with you,” I say, pointing at the dildo still laying on the bed.

Her face is a bit flushed as she picks it up, turning to me as she stands. “I’ve…never actually used this one yet,” she admits.

Good. I want to see her face as she feels it enter her for the first time. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?

Don’t get too into it, Kane, or you’re screwed. This is a one-time thing. Just helping someone.

“What did I say?”

She takes in a breath, looking at me as she slowly sinks herself down until she’s on her knees before me. “Now what?”

“Now, pull your panties to the side and rub your pussy. Spread your wetness all over yourself.”

My eyes are stuck on her as I watch her tentatively move her hand, pushing her panties to the side and doing exactly what I asked.

Her movements are slow, but I can tell she feels it all intensely. I bet she’s so damn sensitive right now…

“Good girl. Stick it to the ground, right here,” I say, motioning to a spot in front of me with my foot. She nervously picks the dildo back up, lining it up and pressing the suction cup onto the wood. She looks back up at me, waiting for my next instruction.

“Well? Go on.”

She looks back down at it, thinking. I guess if she backs out now, it’s better for her. I’ll go, and I’ll pretend this never fucking happened. Pretend she never fucking happened. I’m surprised when she sits up a bit, moving herself forward on the floor so she can position herself over it. I can still see the tremble of her hands, so I grab her chin, bringing her gaze up to me again.

“Look at me. Pretend it’s my cock.”

Her eyes flicker to my still-hard cock, straining against my boxers and half-zipped jeans. I know she wants to see my cock again. “Use your words,” I remind her. Her mouth opens, but she closes it again. I know she wants to say it. I know she can beg so well. I know underneath the anxiety, there’s a woman who wants to say the filthiest things. She’s holding it all back. “Don’t be scared. Say whatever you want.”

“I-I want to see it,” she says, still hovering over the toy.

“That’s all? You think that’s good enough for me, sweetheart?”

Her eyes finally meet mine again, and I nearly fucking come undone when she speaks again.

“I want your cock, daddy.”

Fucking hell. My jaw clenches hard, and my breathing ragged through my nose, and I undo my zipper again and let my cock out. Her eyes are wide as she finally looks at it properly, maybe thankful now that she’s only riding the toy this time. “Sit your ass down. Let it in,” I say with a fake sweetness as I palm my tip.

She obeys, slowly lowering herself, and I can tell the moment the tip meets her entrance because she pauses, her eyes looking down again. Getting in her head again.

“I said look at me,” I growl, grabbing a handful of hair at the base of her neck, firm enough to tilt her head up to look at me. “That’s it, go lower.”

She sinks herself lower, her mouth opening with a small moan as it finally enters her properly. “Goood girl, you can take it all the way, can’t you?” She nods, trying to fit it as she gets to the curve in the middle. The new angle elicits another moan, and she keeps slowly moving down. While one hand stays in her hair, my other starts pumping my cock in front of her face.

“You can take it, just like that,” I coo as she makes it all the way to the base. I can tell it’s hitting a spot deep inside her, and she groans softly as it stays in place. “Rock yourself back and forth. Fuck, how does it feel, huh?” I demand. I watch her start to slowly rock until she realizes the pleasure it causes and she subconsciously goes faster.

“A-ah it feels so good,” she whimpers.

“Louder.”

“It feels good!”

“That’s right. You still want it?” She nods desperately, still rocking herself. “Now ride me. Up and down. Show me how perfect you look.” She automatically does as I say, crying out as she goes up and back down, the sensation of the curve moving through her overwhelming. “Rub that needy clit. Give me a good show.”

The sight in front of me…I’ve never seen anything fucking like it. Layla’s riding the dildo, fingers on her pussy as she spreads it gently to rub her clit. Her breasts half-spilled over the cups of her bra, giving me a perfect view of her pink nipples. Her beautiful brown eyes stare at my cock as she becomes a moaning mess, brows furrowed together as she chases the feeling she so desperately needed.

And fuck, I’m chasing it too. I don’t even realize it when I start pumping faster, enthralled in the vision before me. “Take it. Fucking take it just like that. Good girl.” My words come out desperate and gravelly, so close to release. I can tell she’s close because she’s so damn loud. So fucking responsive.

Shit.

When she goes back down again this time, she stays there, rocking again to feel that same pressure as she rubs her clit faster, crying out loudly as her orgasm rips her through her, her body trembling. I’m lost in her before I notice I’ve covered her face in my cum. We’re both still coming down from the high, and I release her hair. Her hands fall forward, and she catches herself.

“Woah,” I say gently, steadying her. “You need help?”

She nods, her eyes meeting mine. I put my hands under her arms, helping her up slowly. She whimpers softly as the dildo finally makes its way out, and I easily lift her onto the bed. “Oh…I’ll make a mess,” she says quietly, seemingly worried about her sheets.

“Messes can be cleaned. Stretch your legs out.” She does as I say, and I take some tissue from her nightstand to wipe her face.

She sighs in relief, her legs tired and tight from the effort and the hard floor.

I step back, finally fixing myself, and grabbing my belt off the bed. I need to get the absolute fuck out of here and not look at her face again.

“Kane?” her small voice calls. “Please don’t leave me.”