Waiting for Him by Natalie Dae Read Free Book Online Page A

something, anything to take my mind off what he was doing. If I didn’t, I would end up coming where I stood with no help from his cock or my fingers. That had happened before and I’d been amazed by it. The level, the intensity of the feelings I had for him were all I needed to get me going, to have me shivering all over, rinsed time and again in a desire I’d never felt with anyone else.
    I thought of the last time we’d been to the hotel, where he’d tied me to the bed with duct tape at my request, told me he’d give me a night to remember. And he had, bringing Jack into the room, the man he’d paid to join us. To lick my slit as Kline sucked my nipples, Jack tugging on the chains attached to them until the hard, needy buds extended so far out that the pain grew exquisite. To fuck my ass as Kline fucked my cunt.
    “He’s going to prime your ass now, Anna. Make it nice and wet, ready to take him. He’s got a hard cock, sweetheart. You ready for us both now?”
    Just recalling those words, Kline’s voice so steady and in control, had me almost crying out, but if I did, he might hear me, think that I was touching myself. I thought, then, whether Kline had it in mind to invite Jack along again. Although I wouldn’t object, tonight, at least, I wanted Kline all to myself. His plans for this weekend involved taking me into subspace, something I had never quite achieved in the past, and I was determined to reach it. Having Jack there wouldn’t be right, not the first time I managed it anyway—it had to be something special, just between myself and Kline.
    A shuffle sounded, not close enough to be Kline on the stairs. I stiffened, eager for the moment he walked through the bedroom doorway. My staggered breaths masked any other noise he might have loosed and, much as I tried, I couldn’t concentrate enough to pick up on where Kline was. The thoughts of Jack, of sharing us with him, had me losing focus. Yet I had wanted that, my mind taken off what Kline was doing and the anticipation of when he would bless me with his presence. Yes, I had, but, damn it, I also wanted to think about him. I ground my teeth at my inability to know what I wanted, to stick to one thing and one thing only. Kline always had that effect on me, had me at sixes and sevens, blasts of contradicting emotions shuddering through me until I thought I’d go insane.
    He loved it that way.
    Breathe. Be calm. He’ll be here soon.
    I brought Jack to mind again, cursing when the vision of him filled my mind, all blond beauty and smooth, hard muscle. The sight set my clit throbbing harder, and along with the imagery of Kline prowling about downstairs, a smile on his precious lips, I reached a hand downwards again.
    No. Don’t.
    I folded my arms once more, fingers squeezing my elbows, and lost myself in the rhythmic pulse fluctuating in my neck. Listened to the sound of it as it thudded, a loud drum inside my head and chest, matching my heartbeat that squandered the chance to pump my blood at a more languid pace. God, this was difficult, staying put and waiting. I hated yet loved it. Wanted it yet longed to flout the rules and throw myself at Kline.
    Fuck, the things he does to me…
    A smile came then, slow to spread but nonetheless full of happiness, and I closed my eyes, giving in and listening out for him. I shouldn’t fill my mind with another man when my own was the one who meant the most to me—the one who had promised to take me to a place I craved, to keep going until I got there. Would I reach that special place? Abandon all thoughts that had always ensured I was shut out before? Know that sensual, mind-blowing experience, where nothing mattered except the enjoyment of what Kline was doing?
    I vowed to try.
    Another shuffle reached me, louder this time. A shoe on carpet? Stair carpet? My stomach rolled over—God, he was going to send me crazy if he wasn’t careful—and abruptly the room spun and tilted, my equilibrium shockingly shot to