“Oh, Aurelian! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Suddenly his pistoning cock was driving at a frenzied pace, and Kait could feel his entire body tensing, and she knew his climax was coming, and then everything exploded as her throbbing pussy was filled with his creamy essence, the walls of her sheath tightening as if to milk every last drop from his pulsing shaft.
They were breathing in unison. With every breath, things seemed to slow down, as if they had been flying and their feet slowly descended to Earth. A sheen of perspiration covered Kait’s body, and she felt gloriously…exhausted.
***
A brief time later, Kait was sitting—a little tenderly—on a stool at the kitchen island, digging into a delicious omelette. She was wearing Aurelian’s T-shirt, and, when her gaze wasn’t on her plate, it was on his body.
She had guessed at a muscular physique but had no idea just how sculpted Aurelian was.What a feast for the eyes.She speared a piece of omelette. He turned to the fridge to get some more juice, and she examined the tattoo of a fox across one shoulder blade. The fox was drawn in a curious style, more caricature than realistic.
Kait shifted on the stool, wincing a little bit as she did so. She pointed with her fork. “On your shoulder blade,” she said, her mouth half full of food. “Why a fox?”
Aurelian sipped at his juice. “A tradition within my family. Have you ever heard of Reynard the Fox?”
Kait shook her head.
“In the middle ages of Earth, Reynard the Fox was a character out of folk tales—famous for being clever but sometimes too clever for his own good.”
“Sounds like someone I might know,” said Kait wryly.
Aurelian raised an eyebrow. “Sass,” he said, grinning. “You ready for another spanking so soon? I clearly did not spank you hard enough.”
Kait shifted again. “Okay, maybe we wait a little longer before you do that again.”
“Would you prefer to eat on the sofa? You seem to be having a little trouble there.”
“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” replied Kait. “I’m doing fine, thank you very much.”
“If you say so.” Aurelian gathered his dishes and took them to the sink.
Kait finished her coffee, watching his back muscles make the fox dance, as Aurelian washed the dishes.He sure is easy to look at. If you had told me a week ago I’d be in nothing but a man’s T-shirt, feeling the sting of my spanked ass while I watched a hunk wash the dishes, well…She shook her head.I don’t know what I would have told you.
Aurelian noticed the movement. “Everything okay,cherie?”
“Yeah,” said Kait. “I guess I’m still having a hard time processing things.”
Aurelian dried his hands and hung up the dishtowel. “I understand completely,” he said, his deep-brown eyes radiating empathy. “I myself have no experience to compare with the last few days.” He gave her his hand to help her off the stool as he moved to sit on the sofa and pulled her next to him.
Kait settled her head onto his hard chest with a contented little sigh. “Yeah? You’ve never had anything like this, either, huh?” She lifted up her head to look at him. “But you must have trained hundreds of girls.”
Aurelian laughed. “I would not sayhundreds. Some, certainly; there is no point in concealing that. But this…this is different.”
Kait sat up, feeling a certain amount of uncertainty. “I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” she said, half accusingly.
“No,” said Aurelian simply. He gave off an air of quiet certainty. “I have never experienced anything likethisin my entire life.”
Kait wanted to believe him so badly. “Really?”
“Look, Kait. I’m sorry if you find this alarming, but I could spend the rest of my life exploring this feeling with you and count it a life well spent.”
Kait was torn. A part of her wanted to jump up and down with joy at Aurelian’s words, but just as suddenly, the responsibilities she felt regarding Talia came rushing forward and demanding to be noticed.I’m not free to commit to anyone or anything, not while Talia’s murder goes unpunished.
“Easy, big boy.” Kait tried to respond casually. “I’ve already agreed to submit to your training. Let’s just see how things go from there.”
Aurelian’s expression was suddenly a mask, even if it was a kind one. “Of course, Kait,” he said lightly. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
He squeezed her hand and got up. “Time to get dressed. I’m afraid you will have to wear your dress from last night or my robe if you prefer. I will arrange for one of Marc’s people to go to your apartment today, to get your things. If you could write down a list of things you want, I will make sure you get them.” Aurelian smiled and went to his bedroom.
Kait closed her eyes and quietly banged her head against the sofa. “Nice work, Kait,” she muttered. “You handled that justswell.”
