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Chapter 103
Genevieve
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.
