Sinful Serenade

Chapter 16

Danielle

It's 4am when I wake up next to Kenneth. Oh s**t, when did I even fall asleep? Maeve will know that I was here with him, and that'll be a lecture that never ends. I can already hear her voice, filled with judgment and disappointment.

I throw on my shirt, confused on how it ended up on the floor in the first place. Did I take it off, or did Kenneth? I mean, I was high as hell when I needed to change my bandages again. I was probably too lazy to put it back on.

I silently slide off the bed, my movements slow and deliberate, trying not to wake Kenneth. The lights are off, so I navigate the dark room with my phone screen. I know I left my shoes around here somewhere...

Last night definitely got away from me. It started with leaving Kenneth's performance to argue with my mom, which pushed me over the edge. The desperate cuts I made provided temporary relief, helping me to block out her harsh words. Then, Kenneth came in. I don't know how we started making out, but that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. His lips were so soft, yet commanding. And after, we got high together and fell asleep.

I finally spot my shoes under a chair, and slip them on. I begin to tiptoe to the door, hoping I can slip out unnoticed.

"Where are you running off to, little trouble?" Kenneth's deep voice scares the s**t out of me, making me jump.

With my heart thumping against my ribcage, I slowly turn to face him. He's sitting up against the pillows, his arms above his head in a lazy stretch. His smirk is infuriatingly sexy, and I can't help but feel both annoyed and turned on that he always has this effect on me.

I point to the door. "Uh, I need to get back. I don't want Maeve to think-"

"She's with Gage," he interrupts, his tone nonchalant. "I'm sure she won't be back until morning."

"You think they...?" I trail off, the implication hanging in the air.

I know Maeve. She's more a third-date type of girl, and she's literally only spoken to Gage a few times since yesterday morning. There's no way she slept with him.

Kenneth's smirk morphs into a grimace. "By the way they were all over each other, I bet they started f*****g right after I left."

Oh, Maeve. Of course, I won't judge, but she better do the same thing if she happens to find out about me and Kenneth.

I take a step closer to the door. "Well, I'm just going to go back so she'll think I slept there all night. I don't want her to assume-"

His eyes darken. "Assume what? That you spent the night in my bed and I f****d you so good, you couldn't walk back to the room?"

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. Could he...do that?

Kenneth gets off the bed, and stalks towards me, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"I thought we were having fun together. You really ready to leave when it just began?"

"No...Yes...I mean, I don't know," I mutter, my retreating steps matching each of his.

I pause when I feel my back up hit the wall. He cages me with his body, the scent of his cologne clouding my mind and making it hard to think clearly.

"What do you want, little trouble?" he whispers into the shell of my ear.

My eyes roll back in my head, and thankfully he can't see it. His breath washes over my neck, and I lean my head further back for better access.

Fucking bite me, I beg in my head.

When my embarrassment stuns me into silence, he pulls back to look at me, his eyes like flames of intensity. "What do you want?" he repeats. "Be a good little slut and use your words."

Fuck. His words are so filthy, I clench my thighs, and my p***y pulsates with need.

"I want...you," I say breathlessly. I just don't know how to work around his touch aversion, and I don't want to ask aloud and make him feel like s**t about something he can't control.

He didn't ask me why I self-harm; he just realized it on his own—I guess that's what I have to wait for.

A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Wanting me is a start, I suppose. One day, I'll get you to need me so badly, that you won't be able to breathe until I'm inside of you."

Before I can respond, he takes my hand and leads me back to the bed. Gently tossing me on the mattress, he retrieves a red ribbon from one of his bags. I noticed last night that he has quite a few bags, as if everything he owns is in here. Or maybe he just requires a lot when he's on tour.

His touch is gentle as he ties my hands together and moves them above my head. He then grabs the pocket knife from the night he was in my room, and before I can comprehend what he's doing, he slices through my shirt, tossing the remnants on the floor. My bandaged arms are completely exposed to him again, but even if I feel self-conscious, I can't do s**t about it with my hands tied.

My heart hammers as the cool air hits my skin, and I shiver, not just from the chill, but from the anticipation coursing through me. Kenneth's eye rake over my body with a hunger that sets all my nerves ablaze. He leans in, his breath hot against my neck as he murmurs, "Let's see how much more fun we can have, little trouble."

His hands travel slowly over my exposed skin, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. Every touch is electrifying, heightening my senses and making me crave more. He explores every inch of my body with a patience that both pisses me off and drives me wild.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my core.

"Yes," I whisper, the words leaving my lips before I can think twice.

Kenneth's expression softens for a fleeting moment, a glimpse of a deeper emotion in his eyes, but the predatory gleam returns as he begins to kiss down my stomach.

I arch my back, straining against the ribbon that holds my hands, and let out a gasp of pure need. With his eyes locked on me, he swiftly removes my jeans and then my lace panties. My legs tremble with desire and a tinge of fear, but it's a lot easier to relax now when I know the reason he ties me up.

"Don't worry, little trouble. I'm going to give you my c**k, but first, I need a taste. This p***y is better than the finest scotch. I'm f*****g addicted," he admits, like it isn't a big f*****g deal.

He's addicted to me.

His tongue lashes against my clit, causing my legs to jerk. He only chuckles, pinning my legs up to my chest. I blush as I feel his nose brush against my clit before he sucks on it.

"Oh s**t," I moan loudly.

"Stay still," he orders, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to make you come first, so you're ready for me."

It isn't a request, but I still nod frantically. He smirks, and his mouth gets back to work, licking and sucking my p***y with fervor. Just like before, it feels like he's trying to lick me from the inside out.

With the help of his earlier teasing, I'm on the edge in a matter of minutes. I whine, helplessly grinding against his face. With another flick to my clit, my orgasm slams into me like a semi. I cry out, but he doesn't slow down.

"K-Kenneth," I choke on his name. I can already feel a second orgasm building up, but I'm still so sensitive from the first one. I can't f*****g take it.

"It's too much," I mewl, twisting around in his hold.

He shakes his head. "Nah, it isn't. You'll come again because you're such a good little slut for me."

Well, okay then. When he puts it that way...

He lowers his mouth back down to my p***y, his tongue flicking and swirling like he's a master of my body. The sensation is overwhelming, and I feel the pressure climbing once more. Before I know it, my legs are shaking again. I cry out, coming on his face before my body collapses against the mattress, spent and trembling.

Kenneth wipes a tear from my cheek with his thumb and licks it clean. The motion is hotter than any normal person would think, a mix of tenderness and primal desire that sends a shiver down my spine.

I think we've established already that there's clearly something wrong with me.

He chuckles as he notices me watching him. His piercing blue gaze holds me in place. "You see now, little trouble? I get off on blood and tears. Does that scare you?"

My heart catches in my throat, but I swallow it back down, shaking my head slowly.

He smirks, a dark glint in his eyes. "I knew it wouldn't. Are you willing to offer me both?" he asks. My eyes drag to his body as I watch him stand beside the bed and tug off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and multiple tattoos. Then, he pushes down his pants along with his boxers, his erection springing free.

My brain short-circuits as I try to process the sight of him naked, but then I look down at his c**k. It's huge as f**k with four barbells along the shaft. I've never seen a pierced one before—not that I've seen many in my life, but still.

Did...did someone's horse get away and find its way between his legs?

Kenneth's grin widens at my reaction. "This is called a Jacob's ladder, little trouble. I'm either going to take you to heaven or hell with it...you choose which one sounds more fun."

Hell. Definitely hell. Because, at this point, there's no way either of us, with these f****d-up depraved desires, are going to even be able to look in the direction of the f*****g gates, anyway.

"Do you trust me?" he asks again, stepping closer, his voice softer but no less commanding.

I nod. "Yes."

He leans down, brushing his lips against mine in a soft, teasing kiss. "Good. Now, be a good girl and offer me what I want."

I nod, my brain foggy with desire and the lasting effects of my orgasms. He reaches for the pocket knife again, moving slow as to not scare me. The blade catches the light as he flicks it open, and I shiver, an intoxicating concoction of fear and arousal flooding my veins.

"Relax," he murmurs. "I won't hurt you in any way that you won't like."

He presses the blade against my thigh, just enough to draw a thin line of blood, and I gasp at the sharp, exhilarating pain. The combination of pain and pleasure, of fear and trust, creates a heady mix that makes me feel like I'm drowning. Drowning in Kenneth Knight and I don't know whether I want to find my way back to the surface or not.

Kenneth leans down, his tongue flicking out to taste the blood. "f**k," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "You're so f*****g perfect. Now that you've given me your offerings, I'll bless you with my cock."

He climbs higher on the bed until he's hovering above me. Then, he aligns his pierced c**k with my center, his dark gaze boring into mine. I watch as he grips his shaft, and slowly pushes it between my lips. A loud moan escapes me as the bars rub against my insides, sliding deeper and deeper.

Holy s**t.

It feels so f*****g good. Each barbell adds a unique pressure and friction that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My back arches as he pushes further inside me, filling me completely.

I've never had someone so big. I guess it makes sense, though—you have to have a big d**k to have the kind of confidence he does.

"f**k, you're so tight," he groans. "When was the last time-"

My cheeks burn. "About five years ago."

Eyes gleaming with satisfaction, he leans down his elbows, bracing himself over me. Using one hand, he grips my hip, gritting his teeth as he pulls all the way out and plunges back in.

I let out a gasp, and his eyes immediately fly to my face. "You okay?"

I nod. He's a lot gentler than I thought he would be. Especially, considering the way he enjoys dominating me.

His thrusts start out long and slow, as if he's trying to see how deep he can reach inside me. With each thrust, his piercings create a rhythmic pattern of pressure against my walls. I can already feel another orgasm coming and we literally just f*****g started.

Kenneth watches me intently, his eyes never leaving mine as he increases the pace. "You like that, don't you?" He answers his own question a second later. "Yeah, my filthy little slut loves my pierced c**k. I can already tell you're close."

"Yeah," I gasp, my voice barely more than a breath. "I love it."

He hums appreciatively. His thrusts become harder, faster, each one driving me closer to my orgasm. I can feel the tension coiling in my belly, ready to snap.

"f**k, you feel good," he murmurs, continuing to f**k me into the mattress. "That's it, baby. I'm going to corrupt you inch by inch until all you crave is me. Until every time you want to harm yourself, you think about my f*****g c**k tearing you apart instead. And I'll always give you what you need, little trouble. Always."

His filthy words bring me closer, but as if he can tell, he slows down just enough to leave me on the edge. "You want to come?" I nod. "Then apologize to me for harming yourself. For staining my bathroom floor with blood. For marking your pretty skin after I already told you that you only bleed for me now."

Tears sting my eyes, but Kenneth only stills when I don't answer. I whimper, missing the sensation of him moving inside me.

"Now, little trouble," he demands.

"I-I'm sorry," I say in a low voice.

He withdraws his c**k, and pushes back in. "That doesn't sound very convincing. Try again."

Being pinned underneath him, with him in complete control is the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life.

"I'm sorry, Kenneth," I say, my voice a little louder.

He groans in satisfaction. "Good girl. f**k, you're such a f*****g slut for my c**k. You on birth control?"

God, the way he degrades and praises me in the same breath is so f*****g hot.

"Yes," I rasp. Before summer break began, Maeve took me to get the implant. It would have been impossible in my mom's house because then I would've had to admit there's a possibility I could be sexually active before marriage.

"Good," Kenneth growls, his pace quickening again. "I'm going to come so deep inside you, and you're going to take it all. Every. Last. Drop."

My orgasm builds again, even stronger this time, since he edged me.

Suddenly, he bites down on my neck, his teeth puncturing my flesh. It's all I need to send me over the cliff, into whatever hell, that feels more like f*****g heaven, that Kenneth has sent me. My body convulses, my muscles tightening around him as my orgasm crashes over me in waves of pure ecstasy. I scream his name, the sound echoing through the hotel room as my pleasure spills over, taking me higher than I've eve been before.

Kenneth doesn't stop, riding out my orgasm as he chases his own. The sensation of him still moving inside me, combined with the aftershocks of my orgasm, is too much. But somehow, it's also the perfect blend of pain and pleasure that I never want to end.

His grip on my hip tightens, and he lets out a deep, guttural groan as he finally finds his release, filling me to the brim with his seed. He pulls out slowly, the loss of him leaving me feeling empty and aching. Untying my hands, he rubs my wrist gently to soothe away the soreness there.

As I'm lying on my back, trying to find my damn soul, I hear Kenneth move across the room. He comes back into view with my phone in his hand, his expression serious as he passes it to me.

I raise an eyebrow. "Kenneth, what are you-"

"Block your mom and add me in your contacts."

I blink, trying to process his command through the haze of afterglow. "W-What?"

He sits on the edge of the bed naked, his intense gaze locked on me. "Because you don't need her f*****g with your mental health anymore. And because I want you to always have a way to reach me. You're mine now, and I take care of what's mine."

I take the phone from his hand, my fingers trembling slightly as I find Mom's name in my contacts. Blocking my mom feels like a huge step, but maybe it's time to sever the toxic-ass tie that has been strangling me for years.

Taking a deep breath, I block and delete her contact.