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About five or six years ago, I had the opportunity to train with some specialized monks who believed everything was in the mind. Pain, hunger, and fear caused physical responses, but if you could control your mind, you could focus beyond those responses, effectively controlling them and their effect on the human body. It was an incredible experience and I witnessed amazing things, even learning some of the early stages of control, but the insertion of Katie in my life has wiped that training clean. I might be able to go days without feeling hunger and I might be able to ignore pain, but right now, in my kitchen, my cock is as hard as it was twenty minutes ago, when Katie was pumping her hips against my hand and crying her pleasure into my mouth while those generous tits shook with the force of her orgasm.
That’s all the magic I need in my life.
I’ve never understood the concept of blue balls, but the ache in my pants right now is a huge middle finger to all the control I was so proud of seemingly possessing.
I’d be buried deep in that sweet pussy now if I hadn’t seen her eyes droop with exhaustion. When she tucked her knees up and I caught sight of the red burns on her skin from hitting the pavement, anger burned through my chest.
So here I am in the kitchen, keeping an eye on Katie, who is tucked up on the couch, in one of my plaid shirts because I wanted something of mine to be touching her, even if I wasn’t. The little owl in the Christmas scarf is cuddled in her arms and there’s a Christmas movie playing, complete with cute puppies, a horse ranch and not a single explosion to be found at least that I’ve seen so far.
I lean against the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil. To boot, I’m making hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles – red, green and white – to mark my transition from commercial-Christmas hater to love-struck sap.
Love. Fuck. Really?
Really. It was inevitable when I look at it. It’s always been Katie.
A low beeping reaches my ears, and my body instantly tenses. That’s the perimeter notification. I reach for my phone, wondering if I’ve missed a call from Madeleine or if somehow Henry made it back from Singapore and he didn’t let me know when he landed.
I swipe my screen. Nothing. The initial perimeter response gives me about twenty minutes. I send an alert to Madeleine, requesting a status update and round the island.
“Katie.” I don’t want to alarm her, but a perimeter notification means someone is near the cabin and didn’t clear their approach with my office or with me personally, which is pretty much one and the same thing.
While mistakes can happen, I’m not expecting a delivery and my shoulder blades prickle.
She glances over her shoulder and sends me a heart-melting smile. Jesus. Any second now I’d be offering up my balls to hang on a Christmas tree. From my phone, I set the full alarm system, bringing the security cameras online. The hair stands up on the back of my neck and I’m not one to ignore my instincts. Although the cabin is well-protected, I don’t like the idea of Katie sitting down here with these windows, no matter that they can function like one-way glass and are bulletproof.
I hold out my hand. “We’re going upstairs now.”
Her mouth drops open at my tone. “But the movie—”
“Later,” I say, and her eyes glaze with desire. Fuck what I wouldn’t give to play with her right now, that my urgency is because I can’t wait to strip her down and bury my face in that sweet pussy.
I can’t get distracted. I pull her up from the couch and head for the stairs.
“What’s wrong?”
I debate lying for a second, but that won’t do either of us any good. “Someone is coming.”
She twists her head at the top, peering down at the door. “Is it my brother?”
“Maybe.” I hope so. I hope it’s Henry and he’s so jetlagged, he forgot all the protocols for approaching the cabin. I tug her in for a kiss, not able to resist how adorable she looks in my shirt with her hair tousled from earlier. She melts against me, and I tuck it away for later. If it is Henry, I’ll have some serious explaining to do in about ten minutes.
When we get to my bedroom, I press my thumb to what looks like a knot in the wood of my floor-length mirror. The biometric sensor engages, and I hear a soft click before swinging the mirror away from the wall. Next to me, Katie gasps and a little burst of pride straightens my shoulders. I’ve never shown anyone my office here before and the tech I’ve employed is all based on stuff my partners and I have created and tested over the years. Katie peers around the frame and steps inside.
“I never would have guessed this was in here.”
“That’s the point.” I move in behind her and pull the door closed, reactivating the seal. It’s unlikely anyone could get this far, but if the cabin was breached, all they would succeed in doing would be pulling the wood paneling away from the ‘built-in’ mirror.
Katie does a slow spin in my office, taking in the monitors and equipment, my desk, and a small kitchenette. “What is this place?” she breathes. “Is it like a safe room?”
“It is. I designed the one in your family’s home too.”
“Really? I thought you were a tech guy. Like video game apps.”
I move to my desk, swiping up so I can see the perimeter cameras. “I am a tech guy. Tech security and design. Although this space was designed by one of my partners. I’ll show you how the bed comes down from the ceiling later.”
She glances up. “There’s a bed?”
“Min Jee is incredible with industrial design. Small spaces aren’t new in a lot of residential units in many Asian countries, and she’s incorporated a lot of that knowledge for our customers.” A movement on the edge of west side of the property draws my eye and I zoom in, waiting to see if it gets picked up on another camera. Sure enough, a hooded figure is tramping through the woods. Katie comes up behind me.
