k i n k y  t a l k
COVEY'S POV:

Conrad picked me up today. I was in the middle of my run when he called and told me to meet him at the park, so I went and he drove us back to his place. But might I say, I was not ready to be seen by the living Greek god himself. 

Which is why he let me take a shower. Without him. It took a lot of convincing. But I locked the door, so we're safe. I don't need his grubby hands on me when I'm dirty—dirty, hehe. 

Oh no, what has he done to my brain?

When I get out, I dress into a change of clothes he let me borrow—we're going on three pairs of his boxers, one shirt, and two pairs of sweats, and three hoodies now—and I walk out of the ensuite, trotting into his room.

He eyes me, smiling lightly. "You look cute."

"Cute?" He just said cute. Holy dinos. I let out a tiny laugh. "Well you're cute too."

He stops smiling, his lips turning into a pout. "I'd prefer to be called hot, but okay."

"Yessir, hottie," I say, walking over to him. "Oh, by the way, I finished Fifty Shades of Grey last night and I want the sequel. There has to be a sequel, right? She didn't just leave him. He apologized, and besides, she asked for him to show her his worst," I stutter. "I mean, is she that dumb?" When he doesn't reply, I say, "It's just—Christian Grey seems like the guy you'd do anything for in order to keep."

Conrad stares at me blankly, a mixture of shock and amusement flickering across his features. "You liked the book, I'm presuming, then?"

"I think I have a newfound obsession for that kinda stuff," I mumble, my words all running together.

He chuckles, pulling me to his lap. "So you like kinky stuff?"

"Well, I wouldn't know because I—uh—you know..." I internally slap my hands to my face. Dummy. 

"We can find out," he whispers, raising an eyebrow at me as his eyes turn a devilish, dark gray.

I grip his bicep ask he leans me back against the mattress. "Oh." Oh. Ohhhh.

"Yeah?" He tilts his head to the side in question.

I watch him intensely, getting lost in the mesmerizing effect of his face. He pulls away from me to get off the bed, walking around and into his closet. Conrad comes back a minute later with a tie in his hand, a cherry red one with darker red patterns woven into it. Oh. Ohhhh.

"Trust me?" he asks, positioning himself above me once again.

"Okay," I say, the same sort of adrenaline from the other night coursing through my veins. Anticipation. "I trust you."

He leans down to peck my lips. "Good girl." 

Goodie, goodie.

He takes off the hoodie and bra I just dressed into, and grabs my hands and puts my wrists together, binding them up in a knot with the tie. Tugging at it to make sure it's secure, he looks down at me dangerously, a sense of accomplishment behind his irises. Conrad moves my hands above my head and nibbles on my earlobe.

"No moving, alright?" he instructs, his tongue trailing down the side of my neck. 

I nod. "Okay, no moving."

"If you move, I'm going to pinch you," he mutters, his voice coming out huskier than usual. "Be a good girl."

I shiver at his words.

"I'll start slow," he whispers, kissing along my jaw and chin. "But when you come, you'll want me to do it all over again, Covey."

I sigh as his hands start exploring my bare chest, messaging my skin and squeezing my breasts. His lips follow his movements, each of my nipples getting thoroughly sucked and nipped at as his hands pull down my sweats. I really want to touch him.

I try pulling at the restraints when he gets down to the navel of my stomach, my toes curling and gripping the bed sheets underneath me. "I want to touch you," I whisper, out of breath.

"No," he says, lightly pinching my waist. "I said no moving."

The spot tingles for a second and I gasp, my eyes shutting briefly.

"Did that hurt?" he asks, continuing in his torture of my skin.

I shake my head 'no.'

"Good." He spreads my legs out wider, his hands running along my long legs. "So beautiful," he says to himself as his fingers walk up towards my hips teasingly. "So fucking sexy."

I squirm underneath him, wishing I could touch him back. 

Or kiss him. 

Or both.

Conrad shifts himself lower on the bed, his hands beckoning my knees wider. He starts tentatively kissing my hips, biting and sucking on the skin there. I try my hardest not to move. Someone tell me how Anastasia Steele did this.

When I let out a breathy moan, Conrad rewards me and runs his tongue along my clit, slowly, teasingly. Then he pulls me into his mouth completely, his mouth working wonders as the sparks I felt last time start coming back to me.

"Ah," I gasp, digging my nails into my palms. Holy water, I need holy water. 

He hums, the vibrations off his lips making me moan again. His hands grip my waist and push me deeper into the mattress, his tongue swirling round and round, his teeth lightly grazing my folds. I wish I could run my fingers through his hair.

My hips start bucking to the rhythm of his mouth and he pinches me, harder this time, and I let out a cry, calling his name. 

Lifting his head, he says, "I said not to fucking move, Covey." The way he says my name.

But he doesn't give me the time of day, and before I can recollect my thoughts, his tongue circles my clit relentlessly, his mouth hot and warm against me. Heaven must feel like this 'cause I think I just died.

My arms don't think before they move, much like how I don't think before I speak, and I bring them down to his hair, taking a fistful in my hand and tugging on it. He tries pulling away, but I fight him and plead for him not to move, the feeling in my stomach so intense I feel like I'm floating on cloud nine. But because he's stronger, he lifts his head and shakes it, a dangerous glint in his eyes. 

"This isn't working," he growls, grabbing my tied wrists and dangling them from the remains of the fabric. "Stay," he demands, getting up and leaving me frustrated. Sexually frustrated. Who would've thought?

Conrad comes back from the closet once again, a leather belt now in his hands. What— "Relax, I won't spank you," he chuckles, stopping in his tracks and turning the thought over in his mind. "Unless you want me to."

I shake my head.

"Alright, not yet." Not yet? Oh my goodness. "Your hands," he says, once he's on top of me again, "are gonna be tied to the bed frame. Is that okay?"

I nod and then shake my head. "I want to touch you."

He sighs knowingly and starts to weave the belt through the tie around my wrists. "If you're good, I'll get you some dino chicken nuggets." How thoughtful.

"Fine," I grumble, tugging at the ties once he has it fixed. 

He smirks evilly, watching me struggle. "That's better." Is this man for real? Is he sadistic or sadistic?

He presses a kiss to my forehead and says, "All for good things."

And then he positions himself between my thighs again, blowing against the length of my sex before kissing it slowly. I bite my lip and dig my heels into the mattress, Conrad's hands restraining my hips so they're glued to the bed. He sucks me harder and my stomach pents up the need for release, but as if sensing it, his mouth loses contact with my clit.

He presses a few kisses to the inside of my thigh. "Fucking hell, Covey, do you like it when my head is between your thighs?" 

I widen my eyes at his dirty words.

"Do you want to come?" he asks, his fingers brushing along my folds.

I nod.

"So beg," he demands, eyes both lustful and sinful.

"Please," I say, screwing my eyelids together when he swirls his tongue around my clitoris again, faster and harder. "Oh my, please Conrad."

He groans and that action alone knocks me off the edge, my hips daring to move, and he pinches me as I ride my high, the feeling of his mouth on me not going away just yet. I throw my head back, my chin in the air, and he drags his teeth along the apex of my clit to finish me off. 

Oh my Lanta!

What did I just experience?

He sits up, watching me with a glazed expression in his eyes. Almost like he's proud. "Good girl," he says, praising me and licking his lips. He grabs my chin in his hand and kisses me, pacing my movements as his tongue coaxes mine to let me taste myself.

My heart rate is still accelerated, and my breathing is hitched, but his kisses are like oxygen to my lungs.

"You need to learn to control yourself, Covey," he says, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheek. "But you look very very hot all tied up like this."

"Can you let me free now?" I ask, really wanting to hold his jaw in my hands.

He clicks his teeth and then reaches above my head, unfastening the belt and tie. When I'm free, I rub my fingers along my wrist and see the indent of the pattern from the tie. Woah.

He pulls me to him, the scent of his cologne intoxicating my nostrils the way his lips intoxicate my soul. "Did you like that?"

I tilt my head a little and then nod into his neck. "I want my dino chicken nuggets."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

EEP! I HAVE NO WORDS.

Everyone was asking if there would be kinky stuff, and to be honest, I didn't know at first. But welp, here's your answer. I'm awkwardly biting my nails to see your guys' reactions, haha. Okieeee, I'll also awkwardly leave the room.

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