Nate pours his mother a sparkling water, and me a still, because he knows I hate sparkling water because it actually tastes like stomach acid, then he opens up the cartons and places three plates onto the counter, swinging a stool around the other side of the island so he can sit opposite us. I thought being here would be hard, but it’s not. If anything, it makes me feel a little closer to her. Like I can still feel Micaela’s presence in the kitchen.
We dig into our food, Elena only having a small amount, but I’m not going to push it. Any food is still food.
“How have you been, sweetheart?” Elena asks, spooning a small amount of fried rice into her mouth.
“Surviving.” I smile at her a little.
Nate clears his throat. “Mom?”
Her eyes go to his.
“Where’s Joseph?”
She places her fork down onto her plate. “Thank you for dinner. I’m feeling tired, I might just turn in.”
Nate goes to open his mouth and I cut him another glare. His mouth snaps shut. Elena kisses us both on the head and disappears into the foyer.
Once she’s out of view, Nate brings his full attention back to me. “Give me those eyes again and I’ll shove my cock so far down your throat they’ll pop out of your skull.”
“Don’t threaten me.” I pick up another piece of shrimp, biting into it. “Do you think she will be okay?”
Nate shakes his head. “No, but she’ll survive. We all do.”
We sit and eat the rest of our food, and then we both move around the kitchen fluidly as we clean up. We’re climbing the stairs slowly, my eyes drifting closed when he pulls me under his arm.
“You need a bath.”
“Mmmm,” I answer, my eyes feeling heavy from all of the theatrics of the evening.
“I’ll run it.” He sits me on his bed, and I watch as he moves into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he nudges his head and takes my hand. “Strip.”
I roll my eyes. “Here I was thinking you had turned all cute on me.”
“Never.”
I wriggle out of the dress and kick my panties to the side, following him right into the bathroom.
There’s no bubble bath or romantic candles, because of course there isn’t, but I appreciate it so much when I sink my foot into the warm—borderline too hot—water.
I sigh, slipping my whole body under and embrace the tingles that bite over my flesh. They slowly evaporate as I adapt to the temperature. Nate tucks in behind me. I ignore how the water spills over the edge. He pulls me against his chest, his dick stabbing into my lower back.
He kisses the back of my throat.
“One night,” I whisper.
His tongue traces circles around the nape. “One night,” he answers.
“Promise?” I tilt my head, giving him more access.
His finger glides over my slit, small circles around my swollen clit. “I promise.”
His pace slows and I slowly grind myself into him in circles, biting down on my lower lip.
“Stand up and put your pussy on my mouth.” He bites on my ear lobe.
I stand, spreading my legs wide and watching as water slips over my toned thighs. Nate peers up at me, slipping between my legs with his hands grasped around my upper thighs. He keeps his eyes on mine as he edges closer, dragging his tongue up to lick the droplets of water that are surfing down my skin. He yanks me down roughly and I fall, my knees crashing violently against the bottom of the bathtub. He brings his mouth to my pussy, all while his eyes continue to remain on mine and he circles my clit gently. My head rolls back, my hands coming to his hair.
“Open your eyes and don’t touch me.”
I do as I’m told.
“Put them behind your back.”
I do, holding my wrists together. He leans over the bathtub and picks up something, bringing it to my wrists and binding them together.
“Look at me, Tillie.”
My eyes come down to his, my head tilting. My heart thrashes around in my chest. “Tell me what you want. Do you want me to suck on your pussy?”
I nod, clamping my lips closed. Why are you acting shy? I tilt my head and smirk. “Yes. I want you to lick my pussy.”
A dark smirk dances on his mouth to the same tune you’d lower a casket into the ground. He leans forward and his mouth connects with my folds, his tongue flicking across. He shuffles further down and licks inside of me. I clench around his invasion, my thighs shaking. My orgasm rips through me like a category five cyclone, threatening to leave casualties in its wake, then he stands, and suddenly his slick cock is right in front of my face. The word KING inked above his pelvis, taunting me.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, his fingers tightening around my chin and yanking my face up to his. “On your knees, bound by your cum-drenched panties, and gazing up at the words that own you, because I do, Tillie. This King fucking owns you.”
I lean forward, drawing my tongue out to flick against the shaft of his cock. If he owns me, then why does he groan when I use something as simple as my tongue? The smallest muscle in my body holds the most power. I gently wrap my lips around the trunk of his cock and suck, taking him in until the tip hits my tonsils. I pull back, my eyes still on his and watch as his eyebrows cross and his perfect teeth nibble on his lower lip. He piles my hair to the top of my head and yanks me back before slamming my face into his cock in jerky motions. I
