Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 (86 page)

Her thighs opened, slowly at first, then faster when he smacked each one hard, the loud slaps making her cry out. The hand marks had melded into ruddy smudges across her pale skin by the time she’d spread them fully.

Keihl stood, walking around to the foot of the bed, Kirsten’s hunted gaze following him.

He lay down over the foot of the bed, Kirsten’s fragrant pussy inches from his mouth. He looked up over her mound, and caught her eyes.

“Wider, Kirsten.”

“Keihl, I can’t.”

“I’ve watched you do yoga — which you’re still going to be doing, by the way. I know you can stretch more than this.”

He laid a palm over the blazing, splotchy red hand prints staining the white of her inner thigh, glaring at her.

She grunted, stretching yet farther, her face as red as the hand prints across her thighs as her sex spread obscenely wide, the swollen, red lips sticky with her juices.

“There we go,” he said. She shuddered as he pressed a soft kiss to the tender flesh at the join of thigh, the moist labia brushing his cheek.

“Please…”

“Please, what?” He grinned up at her, his fingers combing through the soft curls atop her mound. “Tell me.”

“I… need you.”

“Need me?” He raised an eyebrow, in mock innocence. “I won’t know, unless you tell me.”

“Inside me,” her thighs shook continuously now, her struggle to keep them spread taking its toll on her. “I want you inside me, Sir. Please.”

“All in good time, bad girl.” He placed a palm at the join on either side of her pussy, pressing, spreading her open even wider. Her scent was strong now, her juices flowing freely, the erect clitoris fully emerged from under its hood, a bright red nodule begging for attention at the top of her slit.

Rising, he sat on the bed next to her hip, leaning over her belly, facing her sex. He palmed the heat of her cunt once more.

“What do bad girls get when they smart off?”

“Keihl…”

“Tell me, Kirsten.”

She groaned, her thighs tightening, but remaining spread. “They get … punished.”

“That’s right, they do.”

He brought his palm down onto her sex, then again, and a third time, each impact a ringing, wet slap. Breath burst from her lungs at each blow.

“Should I stop?” He squeezed the blazing plump labia in his palm.

“Yes… no.”

“Good answer.” He slapped her pussy three more times, making sure his fingers wrapped over her sex, snapping down along the seam of her labia. She cried out at the last one, her breath a quick, almost panicked rasp.

Stroking the flushing pink of those well-punished lips, he pushed back the hood fully back from her clit, worrying the deep red nodule with the pad of his thumb. She jerked hard as he circled it, working it briskly.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered. “Oh fuck that’s…”

“I like this look on you, Kirsten.” He patted her mound and stood up, looking down upon her. Her eyes met his for a moment, then dropped to watch him stroking his erection. “Your pussy is nice and pink and swollen. Did you like me spanking it?”

Her gaze darted up to his at that, her slim throat working.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her face flaming, her eyes locked with his.

He grinned at her. “What do you say then?”

“Keihl—”

“What do you say?” He enunciated each word, his voice dropping an octave. This was actually a revelation to him, how these verbal commands excited him — and how they apparently excited her, no matter how much she might blush. He was starting to see the path to a compromise, another way that they could continue things, a different avenue that could be explored while she was pregnant.

A psychological avenue.

Keihl unbuttoned his shirt, Kirsten’s eyes watching every movement of his fingers, her tongue licking her lower lip as he pulled the shirt off, dropping it to the floor, his slacks following in short order. Her molten gaze dropped to his cock as he took it in hand again, stroking it slowly. Just looking at her laying there helpless, had him near to boiling over, but he couldn’t allow it.

She’d said she wanted him inside her — and there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Settling between her widespread thighs, his gaze locked with hers as he slid slowly into her wet heat, savoring the intimacy of having her this way, bound, helpless, those big, pretty eyes unable to hide from his lust-filled gaze as he thrust languidly, possessively within her. He ground his pubic bone against her hard clit, and she threw her head back, moaning.

“No coming until I say, bad girl.”

Her breath caught, her gaze bright. “Yes, Sir.”

Then he took her lips, his kisses turning harsh, savage, dropping down the side of her throat to nip her, then suck the swollen bites, feeling the beat of her pulse against his lips. His thrusts came on harder then, shaking the bed, her body shuddering under the assault, her breath hot at his ear as he kissed under her jaw, finding that spot he knew made her fly apart.

“Please Keihl… oh god, please!”

“Now, bad girl.”

Her cunt squeezed his cock, over and over, her face and chest flushing, her eyes rolling back with a rattling, desperate moan. His thrusts became frantic, his own climax boiling over as she screamed into the darkened room, his hips pounding into her as he spilled his seed deep within her spasming pussy. As he came down, breathing hard, he reached up, releasing the manacles at her wrists, then laid his head upon her chest. She murmured something, but he’d already closed his eyes.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out, but as he came to, he realized his weight was fully upon her, Kirsten’s breathing just now coming down. He jerked up, afraid he’d hurt her, but her arms caught him, her legs wrapping tight around his hips.

“It’s okay, Keihl. It’s okay. You’re not hurting us.”

Us.

“You sure?”

“Well, besides having my brains just fucked out. Otherwise, it’s safe.” Her smiling eyes met his, and he noted the wetness in her gaze. “Stay with me. Please.”

He hugged her tight, pressing a soft kiss to her ear.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Chapter Sixteen

T
he sunlight poured into the kitchen, filling the space with a warm, suffused brightness, Keihl a mere silhouette against it.

She sipped from her coffee, wrapping her palms around the warm mug. Yes, her hands were a little cold in the cool morning again, but that wasn’t why she gripped that mug as if her life depended upon it.

It was because she didn’t want him to see how her hands shook, her fingers trembling like leaves.

How many times had she rehearsed the conversation, going over the exact words, the points she wanted to make? She wanted to be clear, but she didn’t want to scare him off either.

She’d thought about not saying anything, simply waiting until she was further along. Was this coming to a head because she was a hormonal wacko? She’d have to chance it, because hormone swings or not, she needed to say it.

“Keihl, I’m going to ask you something, and I need you to just listen. And not freak out.”

He set down his own mug, the steam from his coffee shimmering above it. “Okay.”

Kirsten took a deep breath. “Things have been going okay, right?”

“Sure.” He leaned forward, his face emerging from the bright shaft of sunlight, his brow furrowed. “You not feeling good about things?”

“No. No, it’s not that.” She glanced down, then met his gaze. “Just hear me out on this, okay?”

“Okay, girl.”

“You remembered what we talked about a few weeks ago? About The Game?”

“I guess, yeah.” He winked. “I think about it all the time.”

“You do?” She struggled to keep giddiness out of her voice. “I mean, what do you mean? You think about what I said, or about The Game?”

His brow quirked. “Well, both I guess. I mean, it’s been great. I don’t think things have ever been … better, between us. Wouldn’t you say?”

“God, would I,” she murmured, taking a sip.

He smiled at her. “So what’s the issue then? Worried about the baby? Totally understandable—”

“Keihl, you remember the term ‘Head of Household’? We talked about it that night at the restaurant.”

Kirsten’s heart was in her throat. Now that she’d brought it up again, it couldn’t be ignored. It was out there now. No more dancing around things, no more evading it. She was going to hit it head on.

He tilted his head. “Uhh, yeah. First thing it made me think of was taxes. I… know it’s got nothing to do with that though…”

She shook her head. “Lawyers.”

“What about it? Is that what’s been on your mind?”

“Well, partially. I’m talking about Head of Household in a relationship context. We just… kind of let it lie when I first brought it up. Can we talk about it again?”

She didn’t anticipate that he wouldn’t investigate the concept once she’d first mentioned it. This would make it trickier. But she had no choice but to forge ahead anyway.

“I’m listening, my dear.”

He got up, grabbing his coffee mug then pointing at her, his eyebrow raised.

She waved a hand. “I’m good.”

Kirsten couldn’t help but watch his ass as he moved to the counter, pouring himself more coffee, the faded jeans he’d picked this morning showing off that muscular backside of his to mouthwatering perfection.

“Remember what I said about The Game?”

He looked at her over his shoulder, setting the pot back on its burner. “You don’t want it to be a game anymore.”

“Yes.”

He turned, leaning his ass against the edge of the counter. “That’s good, because I don’t want it to be either.” He tipped his mug toward her. “Like I said, if you’ll remember.”

“Yes, you did say that.” She put her elbows on the table, crossing her arms. “But I haven’t seen many… differences.”

Keihl leaned one arm on the counter, his gaze cool. “Explain.”

She swallowed down a lump in her throat. “You said you’d do it. But you haven’t really…
done
it.”

“Have any suggestions?”

She looked down, shaking her head. “I don’t… it’s not supposed to work that way.”

Keihl was silent a long moment, the muscles of his forearm rippling as his fingers drummed on the countertop. “I see. You don’t want to have to tell me what to do, or when to do it, is that it?”

“Yes.”

Calm. Stay calm. We’re close now.

“So you want me to read minds then?”

Shit.

Kirsten sighed, setting down her mug and picking up her phone. “I’m texting you the url for… a site.”

“A website?” Keihl walked back over, taking a seat at the table across from her. “You could just, I don’t know,
tell
me.”

“No, I don’t think I could.”

Coward.

“Why not?” Keihl’s voice softened. “You seem… distracted. This isn’t because of the pregnancy, is it?”

“Goddammit, Keihl, I’m pregnant, not mentally ill!”

“All evidence to the contrary,” he murmured, sitting back.

“Shit — I’m sorry, Keihl. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Well done, idiot.

He shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. You’re a little out of sorts. I don’t blame you. I’d probably be in a straitjacket if I were pregnant.” He smiled. “Thank God you women volunteered for the duty.”

“You have to sleep sometime.”

Laughing, he reached across the table to take her hand. “Seriously, I’m sorry for saying it too. I’m just trying to help — sometimes I don’t know how, and need to just shut the fuck up.”

“You sure know how to apologize.”

“Lawyers are good for a few things after all.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, Kirsten wishing it were her hand brushing against that pleasing bulge between his legs.

Settle down, slut.

But it was impossible. The idea of what he’d read — the same things she’d read — and how he might react had her so nervous she wanted to scream. It was terror, and anticipation, and hope, and delight all rolled up into one. Did he have the instinct for it? Well, of course he did — but would he
get
it? Would he understand what she was really asking for, what she really knew now that she needed, pregnancy or not?

Like he said, you could just tell him, genius.

She watched his eyes widen as he read the post on the home page for the site. She remembered seeing it, and sitting back in her chair, slack-jawed, her heart slamming away in her chest. It was like giant, profoundly important tumblers had fallen into place just right, opening a lock on her desires, her fantasies, on the truth of what she was, and what she needed.

He glanced up at her, his face frustratingly neutral, giving away nothing of what he might be thinking. “You’re serious? This isn’t a parody site?”