Chapter 62 #3
“God, your talent is intimidating. If I wasn’t already used to playing with you, I don’t know if I’d dare.”
“Shh.” He presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “You’re my muse, remember.”
“Okay.” I steel myself with a deep breath, then place my fingers on the keys and begin.
Killian lets me play alone for a while, only adding small ornaments here and there. When he joins me in the second part, his embellishments are even more beautiful than the first time. Our music comes together in perfect harmony, lifting us from the ground, making us soar.
It’s even more intense this time—even closer. There are no boundaries or restrained emotions between us, and the honesty with which we both play steals my breath away.
When we end the piece, the room is completely silent. It’s just our shared breaths and our beating hearts. I close my eyes, letting the energy keep me suspended for another moment. Killian leans his head on my shoulder, humming softly, holding me tight.
Finally, Ian breaks the silence. “Can you play that while sitting beside her?” he asks Killian.
“Of course,” Killian answers with a confidence that would sound arrogant if I didn’t know it was the truth.
“As much as I would love to carry Jenna onto the stage, rooted to the bench and having you sit behind her, it’s not really an option.
But I want you to retain that intimacy. It’s what elevates your music to greatness—both of you.
” Expression stern, Ian looks back and forth between us, making sure we both understand the message.
I draw a sharp breath and nod, and I feel Killian do the same. Our hearts beat a little faster, Ian’s compliment a deeply moving warmth inside both of us.
After taking a moment to let it all sink in, Ian focuses on me. “I’m leaving you alone with Killian for the rest of the night. You’re safe. He’s not going to harm you. He’s in control now. If you need me, I’m right here, just down the stairs. Okay?”
I don’t even feel worried. I’m so deep in a haze, so entranced by the safety Killian has lulled me into that I can barely even remember why I should be worried. So I just nod.
“Good girl.” Ian leans in and rewards me with a soft kiss on the lips. “Good night, sweetheart.”
When he leaves, I feel a pang in my chest. I’ve slept with him every night for six months.
I think Killian must sense it, because he says, “You’re free to go downstairs anytime you need.
If you don’t feel comfortable staying the whole night with me, it’s okay.
I understand. But if you want me to, I’ll spend the whole night holding you tight. ”
“I do,” I say, feeling like all my dreams are finally coming true.
They’ll be difficult to navigate—finding a balance between the two men—but I have a feeling they will help me get there.
I try to turn, wanting to burrow my head in Killian’s shoulder and breathe him in, but the phallus, which I had somehow almost forgotten, pins me in place.
I groan at the movement—the sudden flare of desire.
“Killian, I need to… I need to come.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m not going to leave you hanging like this.
” Hooking his legs around mine—this time keeping his feet firm on the ground—he spreads me wide open.
“It’s a good thing this bench has no padding,” he says when he slips a finger through my pussy lips. “It would be soaked through.”
I groan with humiliation even as I try to push my hips into him. The phallus blocks my movement, sending a surge of desire through me.
Sensing my building need, Killian pushes into me with a grunt.
“Oh God,” I moan at the feeling of his hard length against my back.
“Oh Killian,” he corrects, the same as before. “I’m your only God now.”
“Killian,” I moan as he starts stroking my clit with maddening softness.
“That’s right. I’m the one who holds the power over you. Your music, your desire, and your orgasms. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I pant.
“Mine.” He starts moving his hips against me, pressing his hard length into me while jostling me against the phallus.
My moans grow longer and louder as the desire expands and contracts, driving me mad, driving me close. “Please,” I beg, feeling like I’ll truly go insane if he draws out any more.
“Master,” he whispers.
“What?”
“Say please, Master.”
I barely even hesitate. The words just slip out, a bit strange, but also so very right. “Please, Master, make me come.”
He hums, leaning into my neck, biting and kissing. He rubs harder, and I go frantic, fucking myself on the phallus with reckless abandon while trying to push into his hand.
“Such a greedy kitten.” He rubs harder, granting me just the touch I need. “Be a good kitten and come for your master.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” My words morph into a scream as the orgasm explodes through me.
It takes over every little piece of my body, tensing my legs, curling my toes, making me buck and jerk with violent shudders.
Red colors go off in my brain, snuffing out every last thought, and blurry spots dance in my vision.
I collapse into Killian, hot and exhausted. A limp pile of bones.
Gently, he lifts me off the phallus and carries me with him to sit on his lap on the couch.
“You’re not worried about your pants?” I ask into his neck, feeling the stickiness of lube and my own desire between my legs.
“It’s just pants,” he murmurs.
“You wouldn’t have said that two months ago.”
“I wouldn’t,” he agrees. “I also wouldn’t have kept you here.”
The words hang heavy between us for a while, but then they drift off, the peace of our newfound intimacy wrapping around us.
“I still hate you for what you did. When I think about it. But…” I heave a deep breath to steady myself for what I’m about to confess, because it feels wrong.
But it’s also how I feel. And the rightness of this moment is undeniable.
“I’m also, on some warped level, glad you did it.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here. Does that make sense? ”
He nods against me. “I know what you mean. I feel the same conflicting emotions.”
We don’t say much more after that. Killian carries me to the bathroom, where he strips us both naked and washes us in the big shower. Then he carries me to bed and wraps me up in his arms beneath the comforter that carries his scent.
I can’t help wriggling my hips a little, being this close to him, and it doesn’t take long before his cock starts growing again.
“What about you?” I ask. “I’m not sure I have much more in me, but I don’t want to leave you wanting. Maybe I could just—”
“Shh.” He presses a finger to my lips. “How about we say this is my punishment for… e-everything.”
I turn around in his arms. “I don’t want to punish you. I don’t want you to punish yourself. Not ever.”
“Hmm. How about we simply say that I don’t mind suffering a little to take care of you?”
“I like that,” I say with a smile, then, “I like you.”
Killian leans closer at those words, and I feel something happening in him as he presses his forehead to mine. He stiffens a little, his breaths becoming ragged. But his voice is steady and clear when he wraps a hand around my nape and says, “I love you.”
I gasp. The breath sticks in my throat, and before I can release it and decide whether I want to reciprocate those words, Killian covers my mouth with his other hand.
“Don’t say it back. Not until you’re truly ready and confident that you mean it. Okay?”
I nod against his hand, and he slowly releases my mouth again, but keeps our foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in the small space between our mouths.
“You have all the time in the world. I’ll wait for you however long it takes. Just know that, while I wait, I love you. That won’t change. Some part of me always has. I think that’s why I turned against you. I couldn’t stand loving you. It scared me too much.”
I press both my hands to his chest, breathing hard for a moment before I say, “I know. Part of me always knew. That’s why I kept hoping. Smiling.”
“I hated how you always smiled at me,” he whispers and leans closer, just enough to brush his lips against mine. “I was so jealous that you had somehow found a way to stay happy. That you kept thinking there was something good in me when all I wanted to do was lock that part up tight.”
“I’m glad I did.”
“Me too.” He presses his lips to mine, tender and full of a promise to stay that way.
“Good night, kitten.” He adjusts me against him, cradling my head with a gentleness that goes straight to my starving heart, which doesn’t feel as starved anymore.
His arm around my waist stays firmly locked onto me, and when I wake up in the morning, it’s still there, holding me tight as if he never let go.