Chapter Seven
Kait
DESPITE THE full-body exhaustion once the adrenaline surge had passed, Kait struggled to find sleep. The bed was certainly not the problem—even in the spare bedroom, Aurelian seemed to have a strong predilection for comfort—but Kait was utterly lost in the whirl of thoughts threatening to overwhelm her.
You need to get a hold of yourself, Kaitlyn Pyne. This isn’t “brave miss junior reporter” stuff here. There are people disposing of a body in the other room. Someone tried to kill you tonight.She sighed and turned over.And you offered yourself to be trained in submission by the sexiest man you’ve ever met.
Aurelian. His jawline, which she had admired from the outset, now seemed to be unforgettably attractive. It was so quintessentiallyhimnot quite clean-shaven but firm, with strong lines that spoke of the man’s character and force of will. And his eyes! Deep brown, intelligent, soulful, sparkling with wit and humour.
Kait sighed. Aurelian had looked so good in his dress shirt, worn casually, hinting at a muscular physique. The bulge in his jeans had certainly implied a few things as well. Then there were his hands…large, strong, firm. One hand had been enough to cover most of her ass cheek. And when that hand spanked her?Fuck!It hurt, but the hurt had felt so good. There was no doubt about who was in charge when she was over his lap. His hands had played her like an instrument. Such a song they made together.
Kait realized in some embarrassment her hips moved back and forth as she was thinking about Aurelian’s mastery over her.I shouldn’t…should I?
It had been a long, terrifying, eventful day. She was having a terrible time falling asleep.You deserve a little something.
Kait rolled onto her stomach, imagining she was over Aurelian’s lap.Is it time for my punishment, Sir?She asked an imaginary Aurelian.Of course, Sir. Whatever my master wishes to give me. I am here for his pleasure.She raised her bottom and pulled down her own panties.
Somehow, it was easier to do this as a fantasy than in real life. She reached a hand between her legs and delicately played with her clit, working it slowly at first.
Kait imagined his hand coming down on her bare bottom, again and again.“Accept your punishment, Miss Pyne!”she heard him say in her head. “Yes, Sir,” she breathed softly. “Anything for my Sir…” Kait worked her clit faster and faster and, in a shockingly quick amount of time, gasped as her orgasm washed over her. “Oh, Sir!” she murmured, riding the wave of her climax, stroking the wet folds of her labia.
Kait pulled up her panties and rolled, smiling, onto her back, breathing deeply.Damn, that felt good.How awesome it is to masturbate to fantasies about things you’ve just done and will do again soon.Her pillow seemed much more inviting as Kait snuggled into it and closed her eyes. Sleep came not long after.
***
MORNING CAME suddenly, and, with it, a sudden burst of disorientation mixed with guilt.Where the hell am I?Kait came fully awake and remembered the events of the night before.Playing with yourself, Kait? Really, at a time like this?“A girl’s got needs,” she mumbled defensively. “And besides, that was a really fucking hard day yesterday.”
She dragged herself out of bed and went to the closet, looking to see if there was anything she could wear other than a rather bedraggled cocktail dress. Thankfully, there was a terrycloth robe hanging from a hook on the door. That made Kait think of a shower, which sounded like just about the best idea in the bloody world. That, and a cup of coffee.
Kait slipped into the robe and opened the bedroom door, looking cautiously side to side for any evidence of alien assassins or mysterious cleanup crews.Nope, all good. She stepped into the hallway and was immediately met by the delicious aroma of fresh, hot coffee.Oh, sweet paradise.She padded towards the kitchen.If I’m not mistaken, that’s a French roast. Gotta love a man who knows his coffee.
Trying to ignore her own use ofthatword, Kait surveyed the scene as she left the hallway and entered the open-concept area that included the kitchen. There was Aurelian, looking very fine as he efficiently chopped mushrooms and shallots next to a mixing bowl she hoped contained the ingredients for an omelette.
She had to admit Aurelian looked enticing in the morning. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs that put his remarkably scrumptious-looking ass on display, as he faced away from her, involved in his cooking.Sooo grabbable.Do I dare?
The hell with it.You’re alive, so is he, and that ass looks so good. Kait stepped quietly forward and gave Aurelian’s ass a good smack and left her hand there for a good feel.
“Wha-?” said Aurelian in surprise, dropping the kitchen knife and spinning around.
Kait was already backing away, a mischievous grin on her face.That is a mighty fine ass, Mr. Reynard.So firm! Almost as good was the look of surprise on his face.
“Did you just…” he began again.
Kait stood there in his terrycloth robe, one hand on her hip, eyes gleaming.This was fun. Not so composed now, are you?
“Whatcha gonna do about it, big boy?” she teased.
Aurelian’s confused features resolved into a grin of his own. “You…brat!” he exclaimed, moving towards her.
Kait kept backing away and turned to run, laughing, but Aurelian was surprisingly fast on his feet. In no time, he had his arms locked around her middle and was lifting her into the air, the white robe falling away from her long, kicking legs. “Bully!” she said, pushing ineffectively at his muscled forearms and the death grip Aurelian had on her. “Lemme go!”
His chuckle was right next to her ear. “Not until I show you how brats are dealt with in this house.”
“Oh, really!” Despite’s Kait’s struggles, in mere moments, Aurelian had her out of the robe and facedown over his knee on the sofa.
“Won’t need these, young lady,” he said, pulling her panties down and exposing her bottom.
Good grief, he was strong!In their previous experiences, Kait had never resisted or fought against him, but now she was finding out just how futile such efforts would be. Aurelian handled her with almost-casual ease. She grinned to herself, though, as she wiggled her bottom enticingly.Got you right where I want you.
