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“Yes, Sir,” I replied, breathless and unsure if my legs would keep me standing long enough to get there. As if sensing my unease, Killian was attentive in helping me off the motorcycle. He braced my hips while my legs stopped shaking—well, almost. Grabbing my ponytail, he wrenched my head to the side and bit my neck hard enough to make my knees buckle.
“Steady, baby girl,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “I can’t fuck you senseless if you can’t get into the house.”
I tried to say something, but it came out as a stupid squeak that made him chuckle. Pushing me forward, he slapped my ass hard and sent me on my way.
Lights dimmed… naked… on my knees… ass on my heels… palms flat to my thighs… and eyes on the floor.
My skin vibrated with anticipation. The smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him. It consumed me—intoxicating and addictive. That little taste of him opened the floodgates to things I’d long since buried and struggled to release when we started to find our groove once more.
But this? I wasn’t falling apart. I was coming back together all over again. This was what we were. This made more sense for us than anything else.
Every footfall as he moved through the room echoed through my body. It took everything I had to remain still as I listened to him empty his pockets and make his way over to me. Patience was my problem as his submissive. It always had been. The way I craved him did something stupid to the part of my brain that needed this from him.
He knew it, and he pushed me every time—building my ability to be patient not just in our roles but everywhere. Killian’s boots appeared in front of me. The clip of his buckle and the soft strip of his belt as he pulled it off sent shivers down my spine. He sat in the chair in front of me while I focused hard on his boots.
“Eyes on my belt, Genevieve,” he ordered quietly.
“Yes, Sir,” I said and did as he asked. I watched how he carefully rolled the broken leather and released it, letting it hang between his open legs for a fraction of a moment before starting all over. Roll, release, repeat. The motion was mesmerizing.
Years ago—before we found our footing with collars and other toys—that same belt became a staple. Restraining my hands, around my neck. The sight of it still made my core throb with a deep need. It tempted and taunted me—pushed me to shift even in the slightest to relieve the growing ache in my pussy.
He was testing me. He wanted to see if I could remain still as he asked. I could, and I would.
Minutes stretched on, blending together. That need to please him outweighed whatever needs I had for myself.
“Such a good girl,” Killian praised, and I held back a small smile of satisfaction. “You’re so fucking pretty like this, princess. I love it when you listen so well.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Eyes on me, Genevieve. I want to make sure you understand what we’re doing tonight,” he ordered. My eyes drifted up to meet his, and the hunger in those midnight blues was insatiable. It excited me. As he spoke, he held up one additional finger to tick off each point. “First, I’m going to put the plug in. We’ll start back at the smallest and train you up over the next few months since we haven’t used them in years. Second, I’m going to take three orgasms from you however the hell I want. You’re going to wait until I tell you that you can come, but you will give me three before we continue. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed out.
“Then we’re going to give your body a break,” he continued, “and you’re going to suck my dick until you’re swallowing my cum, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” His thumb traced my lower lip.
“Does my princess enjoy the taste of my cum on her tongue?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he murmured. His thumb slipped past my lip and hooked over my bottom teeth. “After that, I’m going to take three more orgasms from you, princess. Only when I’ve taken those three will I fuck you. Nod if you understand?”
I nodded.
“And I promise you, princess, I’m going to make you come two more times while I fuck you.” My eyes widened a little. That was a lot. I knew that was a lot. His thumb slid out of my mouth, and his finger touched my chin to keep me looking at him. “What do you say if you want me to stop, Genevieve?”
“Red, Sir.”
“And what do you say if you want me to slow down?”
“Yellow, Sir.”
“Good girl,” Killian praised. “I know it seems like a lot after three years of doing nothing, but I know you can take it, baby girl. I know what you can handle. Do you trust me to take care of you, princess?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Remember your safe system, Genevieve, because we’re starting now.”
