Page 41 of Property of Sugar
SUGAR
The pain strain knocked Kalani out for several hours. I woke up well before her and enjoyed every second of blissful silence, which came to an abrupt end the moment she got up.
“Just to be clear, I’m free to leave at any time? I have no obligation to the club whatsoever, right?”
“Right,” I said, wondering why she was asking. If she wanted to leave in the middle of a kona low, I wasn’t going to stop her.
“I’m just like any other random person who might happen to walk into Liquid Anarchy or Charli’s Place, right?”
I laughed. “You are not like any other person.”
“You know what I mean. In general.”
“Okay, fine. You’re like other random people.”
“Good. Can we fuck now?” she asked.
“What?” I couldn’t have heard her correctly.
“Damn, one-sided sexual tension is so disappointing.”
“Yes, it is,” I agreed. “But what did you say before that?”
“I asked if we could fuck now.”
Yes.
I grinned. “Fuck yes.”
“Yay,” she said and clapped her hands as she looked around excitedly. “Where first? Oh, I know! Do you still have that duct tape?”
“Yes,” I said slowly, unsure of where she was going.
“You can tape me up and pretend like you caught me the night I stabbed you. Then you can teach me how wrong I was by stabbing me with your dick.”
“You sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
“Pick a safe word.”
“Ostrich. What’s yours?”
“I don’t need one.”
“You do if you fuck me,” she said, making my dick throb.
“Mustard.”
“Mustard,” she repeated. “Got it.”
I grabbed the roll of tape from the kitchen table. “Ready?”
She smiled and held her hands out in front of her. “Yes.”
After wrapping the tape around her wrists, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and walked her to my bed. “On your back,” I said and gave her a little shove.
She fell forward and immediately rolled onto her back. I moved to the other side and once again grabbed her hair, pulling her to the edge of my mattress. I wanted to tease her and play with her all night, but I needed to come first.
