His Summer Toy

Episode Five

I can’t believe I am standing outside his cabin. This is crazy. I just met this guy and from what I already know about him, he is a manwhore!

But there is that voice inside my head telling me that if I don’t do this, I will regret it. I keep rereading Brandon’s text, asking me if I was really going to throw away our relationship over a kink.

I push open the cabin door that isn’t even latched, making my decision. Plus, I didn’t need anybody else seeing me standing outside the owner’s son’s cabin.

I half-expected to find Lily here again, but thankfully, she isn’t.

“You finally decided to come in,” Kai says, and I turn to find him leaning against the bedroom doorframe. He’s wearing a loose tank and the kind of low-hanging sweats that make it impossible not to look. He’s barefoot. His hair is still damp.

“I poured you a glass of wine like twenty minutes ago,” he adds, nodding to the little table near the window. “But you stood out there forever.”

I open my mouth. Close it. I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done this before.

Kai doesn’t push. He just watches me for a moment. Then: “Shoes off.”

My eyes flick to his. There’s no question in his tone. Just calm, confident command.

I step out of my sneakers.

“Good girl.”

The praise drops hot into my stomach. I hate how much I like it.

He moves across the room slowly, like a predator with nowhere to be. He picks up the wine glass and hands it to me, fingers brushing mine. My pulse jumps.

“Take a sip,” he says, soft but firm.

I do.

Kai steps behind me. His hands slide up my arms, slow and sure. He leans down, his breath warm against my ear.

“You’re already trembling,” he murmurs. “You want this that badly?”

I nod. Barely.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Mmm.” He takes the glass from me, setting it back down. His hands move to my hips, guiding me gently toward the bedroom. “I want to try something with you. Something fun.”

I exhale shakily, still not believing I am agreeing to this. “Okay.”

He kisses the side of my neck, just once, then turns to the nightstand and pulls the drawer open. When he faces me again, there’s a soft rope in his hands.

My breath stutters.

“I’m going to tie your wrists,” he says, his tone almost affectionate. “Not tight. Just enough so you know you gave them to me.”

What? Am I comfortable with him tying me up on our first encounter? Sure, it’s something I have thought about at length, but I didn’t know this guy.

I stare at him. “And then what?”

A smirk tugs at his lips. “You will find out soon enough.”

The heat that floods me is instant.

He sits on the bed and pats his thigh. “Come here.”

I step between his knees.

“Take off your dress.” He instructs, and I feel my face heat. He says it so calmly. I nod, moving the straps, and he helps slide it down my body.

“Turn around,” he says. “Hands behind your back.”

I do as I’m told. His fingers are careful, skilled. The rope winds around my wrists, not too tight, just firm enough to remind me I’m not in charge anymore. Which isn’t as scary as I expected it to be.

When he’s finished, he presses a kiss to the middle of my back.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers. “Now get on the bed. On your knees, facing the headboard.”

I obey, heart thundering. It is a bit of a challenge not to fall face first onto the bed, but I do manage.

Kai climbs on behind me, and his hands roam over my sides, my waist, my thighs. His mouth finds my neck again, trailing soft, teasing kisses down to my shoulder.

He reaches around and slides his hand between my thighs, cupping me through my panties.

“You’re soaked.”

I gasp, hips shifting back into him.

“You want me to f**k you like this?” His fingers press harder. “Tied up and helpless?”

A whimper escapes me. I nod frantically. “Yes. Please.”

Kai growls low behind me, grinding against my ass as he tugs my panties down.

“Keep your hands behind you,” he commands.

He takes his time, dragging the soaked fabric over my thighs, then letting them dangle off one ankle. He leans in, presses his mouth just above the curve of my ass, and whispers, “Prettiest f*****g view I’ve ever had.”

I can’t help the way my body arches, presenting for him. Begging without words.

Kai slides a hand up my spine. “You’re so responsive. I love that.” His voice drops lower.

He shifts behind me, his hands bracing on either side of my hips, holding me still as he presses forward, slow and teasing, his c**k hard and heavy against my bare skin. I am not sure when he took off his pants or put on the condom. He doesn’t enter me yet. He’s just there, dragging the head of it over my folds.

My breath catches. I try to push back, but his grip tightens.

“No,” he says. “You don’t get to take what you want. I do. And I’ll give it when I’m ready.”

I whimper. “Kai…”

“I told you,” he says, leaning forward so his chest is flush to my back, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat lightly. Not squeezing. Just a firm reminder. “Use your words. Do you want me to f**k you?”

“Yes. Yes, please,” I breathe, the words tumbling out fast. “I want it… I want you to f**k me.”

He groans at that, letting his teeth scrape over my shoulder. “f**k, you’re dangerous.”

Then, without warning, he sinks into me in one slow, maddening push.

I cry out, head falling forward, mouth open against the sheets. The stretch is so good, so full, and the fact that I can’t grab him, can’t do anything but take it, makes it even more intense.

Kai moves slow at first. Deep strokes, making sure I can feel all of it, giving my body time to adjust. His hands stay on my hips, pulling me back onto him, making me feel every thick inch as he fills me over and over again.

“You feel that?” he growls. “That’s mine now.”

Pleasure is coiling deep inside me, tight and overwhelming. I’m panting, trying to hold on, trying to breathe, but he’s relentless.

And then he stops.

I whimper again. Never in my life have I whimpered and I have done it twice now. “Why… why’d you stop?”

Kai laughs softly, that dark, teasing sound vibrating through my whole body.

“Because I’m not done playing with you yet,” he says. “And you’re not coming until I say you can.”