Chapter 103

Stay, princess,” Killian ordered as he stood. I didn’t need to be told twice. I listened as he pulled our toy chest out from under the bed and went through it. When his hand smoothed down my spine, a shudder rolled through me. “Steady.”

The fabric of his jeans was rough against my thighs as he knelt behind me. His hands were gentle as they ran up my back while he kissed my neck. I moaned and resisted the urge to lean back into him.

“Close your eyes for me, princess,” he whispered. His teeth scraped my ear as I did. The loss of sight created a shift in my body. My other senses heightened to compensate. My skin prickled as he traced circles into my thighs with his fingertips. “How wet are you for me, Genevieve?”

His fingers skimmed up my inner thigh, making me tremble.

“I want you to relax but don’t come,” he said. “I’m going to touch you to help the plug go in easier since it’s been a while.”

Two fingers brushed over my clit, and I moaned with the eruption of sensations inside me.

“God, you’re fucking soaked.” He ran his fingers through my wetness and teased my entrance before returning to my clit. “Any more and you’d be dripping on the fucking carpet, princess. I haven’t even started with you yet. How close are you to coming for me?”

“Very, Sir,” I let out breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he praised. “That’ll make this fast and easy. I want you to feel everything I do, Genevieve. Let go and let your body move however you want. Tell me if you need me to pull it back out. Once the plug is in, you have my permission to come, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” A small gasp gathered in my throat as he lightly tugged on my piercing before circling my clit. I was only vaguely aware of how he shifted behind me. It took very little for me to be teetering on the edge. Just his words and actions had pushed me so close to coming. I grasped his wrist and rocked my hips against his hand.

Holding back tested my restraint. I desperately wanted that release.

“That’s it, princess. Keep going.” He pressed the rounded tip of the plug into that tight ring of muscles. I groaned as the rocking of my hips pushed it further inside me. That instant fullness as it settled inside me was overwhelming in many ways. “Look how fucking perfect you are, taking the whole fucking thing without hesitation. Such a good fucking girl. You can come, baby girl.”

Killian moved the plug in and out slowly while he rubbed my clit faster, teasing and tugging on my piercing as he did. The combination was explosive, and I came apart with a loud moan. When I did, his teeth sank into my neck. The pain only amplified everything, carrying me higher.

As the intense wave rolled back and my body was left trembling, his hand left my clit and locked around my throat.

“That’s one, princess,” he said in my ear. As if I needed to be told. I knew he’d keep doing it. He liked clear boundaries and being on the same page whenever we did this. “Do you know how fucking sexy you sound when you come? Those moans you make are my favorite fucking sound, but I know you can be louder. Don’t fucking hold back now, Genevieve. No one can hear you but me. I want you to sing for me, princess. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I panted as he released my neck.

“Good girl. Hands on your thighs, princess. No more touching,” Killian ordered. A hand balled in my hair, wrenching my head back as his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue drove through my lips as his fingers rolled over my clit once more—harder and more demanding, eating up the moan that fell out of me.

He dragged his teeth over my lower lip while he pushed one then two fingers inside me. When he twisted them, they pressed against the plug.

“Oh,” I groaned at the sensation when he added a third to stretch me out.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” His mouth drifted down my neck, teeth sinking into every spot he knew did things to me. The cascade of sensations that lit up my nerves was blinding. I was hot and cold. Up was down. My heart raced in my ears.

All of it was euphoric.

“God, yes,” I struggled to say as my breath hitched in my voice, “Sir.”

The stretch and curl of his fingers was torture as I clung to whatever flimsy control I had over my body. I whimpered pathetically when his thumb rolled over my piercing. My core clenched, and my muscles pulsed around his fingers.

“Don’t, Genevieve,” Killian warned. His teeth tugged on my ear lobe, his breath hot on my already burning skin. His fingers picked up pace, pumping in and out of me rapidly. “Not yet. Not until it’s unbearable and you’re begging.”

He bit down hard on my shoulder, and I gasped. His arm locked around my ribcage, holding me upright as my muscles shook hard enough for me to struggle. I was a panting mess, my body gripping his fingers as tight as possible and begging for release.

“Please, Sir,” I barely got out.

“Tell me what you need, princess. I want you to use your words.”

How was I supposed to use my words when my brain was short-circuiting with everything he was doing to my body? I was primed to shatter into a million little pieces as he worked my body with expertise.

“I need to come, Sir… please… I can’t…” My words caught in my throat, and my nails dug into my skin as I tried to hold back the instinct trying to claw its way out of my body.

“Come for me, Genevieve.” He barely said the words before I came apart in his arms with a loud cry. The rush of heat and tightness in my muscles was enough to send my head spinning. I collapsed against him, gasping for air. His hand covered mine, gently dislodging my fingers from my skin. “Let go, princess. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

A breathy giggle escaped me as the intense pleasure took over.

“Tell me how you’re feeling, Genevieve,” Killian asked seriously.

“Green,” I whispered, giving him the okay to continue. Was everything intense? God, yes it was. But I wanted that.

“That’s my girl.” His thumb trailed over the indents in my skin. “But no more hurting yourself. If it’s too much to hold on to, tell me. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s two, princess,” he said. His fingers curled around the back of my neck, and he used his hold to push me forward. “Up on your knees, baby girl.”

I listened, putty in his hands. His hand skimmed over my body as he moved with me. He teased my nipple piercings and trailed his fingers down my sternum over my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he did. I shuddered. The things this man could do with the simplest touch.

As his hand danced over my wet thighs, his other came wrapped around my neck—firm and taunting. I whimpered in his arms. I wanted more. I wanted the rush and intensity under his control.

“Always so impatient, princess.” He chuckled, the sound like liquid heat down my spine. “I promised you three orgasms, and I’m going to give them to you.”

At that, his hand tightened and cut off my airway while two fingers circled my clit—pressing hard and moving fast. My body was already riled up and sensitive, making it easy for him to send me racing toward coming all over again with minimum effort.

“How quickly can you come for me, princess? How fast will you fall apart?” His fingers moved from my clit and slid inside me. The pulsating of my muscles dragged him in eagerly. He murmured against my ear, “So fucking ready for me. Don’t hold back this time. Come all over my fingers, baby girl.”

The lack of air rushed to my head. I was floating in his grasp, lost in the feel of his fingers inside me. Every thrust curled against that secret spot guaranteed to make me combust. His praise echoed in my ears as I came for him. I gasped when his hand loosened, the rush of air making the room tilt sideways.

“That’s three,” Killian said, planting a kiss on my temple. He ran his hands up my arms once before completely disengaging from my body. “Sit back with your ass on your heels, hands on your thighs. Focus on your breathing, princess, and keep your eyes on me. Follow me around the room.”

I did as he asked, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my body tumbled happily with the fireworks inside me.

Inhale.

Exhale.

I watched as he stood. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside. My gaze trailed over his sculpted body with immense appreciation. The way his muscles shifted and rolled when he moved was pure art. Those veins in his forearms and the bulge of his biceps were drool-worthy. Everything about him was a sight to behold.

And mine.

That little thought was icing on the cake.

“What are you thinking, Genevieve?” Killian asked. Damn man practically reading my thoughts.

“I…” I faltered, feeling my cheeks heat up. Why was that so embarrassing to admit out loud? Claiming him as mine felt odd when I belonged to him.

“Say the words,” he prompted. He stopped, crouching down in front of me as he waited. Those midnight eyes searched my face curiously.

“I was just thinking that I’m lucky to have you as mine,” I told him quietly, laser-focused on his chest to avoid the rising discomfort in me. The twist of emotions was off-putting but not unusual. Such intense sessions always did things to me emotionally. “Which maybe sounds silly to say you’re mine considering…”

He took hold of my chin and made me look at him. That crooked smile he wore was unexpected.

“I am yours, princess,” he assured me, “as much as you are mine. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

“Good girl.” He kissed me once before standing and moving to sit in the chair. I watched as he unbuttoned his jeans and took out his dick. My mouth practically watered as he stroked himself lazily. “Do you want my cock, princess?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered. “Crawl to me, princess.”

I did as he asked, shamelessly crawling across the carpet to him. The hunger in his eyes flamed hotter as I stopped between his legs.

“Kneel and put your hands on my legs, just above my knees.” His hand slowed on his dick as I listened obediently. He reached out and hooked a finger through the loop of my collar, pulling me closer. “Let me see that tongue piercing, baby girl.”

Opening my mouth, I stuck out my tongue for him. He ran the pad of his thumb over my tongue, gently brushing over my barbell with mild fascination.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” Killian murmured. “I’m going to put this tongue to use, Genevieve, and fuck your mouth until I come. Remember to breathe, and tap my thigh if you need me to stop. Nod if you understand.”

I did, eager and ready to please him.

“Such a good girl,” he praised. Letting go of my tongue, he grabbed my ponytail and dragged my mouth onto his hard dick. His loud groan filled the room as he pushed my head down the length of his shaft. Pre-cum coated my tongue as he guided me up and down, slow at first. With each pass, his cock slid further into my throat.

I focused on breathing and giving in completely, letting him use me how he wanted. The ache between my legs grew as my pussy throbbed in response to every sound he made. I moaned—something he echoed at the vibrations it sent through his dick.

I relaxed as he hit the back of my throat and pushed deeper. His comfortable pace grew more frantic. My eyes watered as his dick filled my throat, thrusting faster and harder.

“Fuck.” His head tipped back against the chair. My fingers tightened on his legs as he held me down, his dick twitching against my throat as he came. I gagged once but swallowed every drop of his cum I could. “Jesus fuck.”

Breathing hard, he let me go, and I sank back on my heels as he watched me. Cum trickled down my chin, but when my tongue darted out to clean it up, he pressed his thumb into my mouth to stop me.

“That’s my job, princess,” Killian whispered. Leaning forward, he swept his tongue over my chin and the corner of my lips. Why did I find it so damn hot when he did things like that? “Get your ass on the bed, baby girl.”