Chapter Thirteen
Use
Kyle
She moved into place without so much as another command, pressing her palms into the long pile carpet and settling her knees into position.
“No way!” Stuart shook his head with a grin. “Are you saying she’s your footrest?”
The wonder in his voice tugged Kyle’s lips north.
“Of course.” Kyle scanned the length of her wonderful body, pausing on the curve of her delicious behind and finishing at her gagged lips. Whatever anyone said about her age, Amy was perfection. Her experiences more than made up for any fine lines. “It’s one of her many roles.”
He’d have preferred her to be naked, as she usually was, but the drawing room was vast compared to his study, and the fire hadn’t been lit long enough to adequately heat the space. She’d be cold if he undressed her, and he didn’t want that, and perhaps, if he was honest, he was happier to keep her body concealed from the ogling eyes around him.
The thought wasn’t logical. He’d invited the men there to gawp at Amy, to witness her denigration, knowing she’d melt under the shameful weight of their scrutiny and also knowing how much he’d enjoy parading her in front of them. But once he’d given the command, and she was there, topless in the dining room, something inside him had altered. He still enjoyed her discomfort and wanted those who’d joined them to see what was now his, but a new and frankly disconcerting urge arose within him—the need to look after and protect her. One touch of her goosing skin had confirmed she was cold, and suddenly, even the desire to humiliate her had dwindled in comparison to the need to keep her warm and safe.
That was the emotion swelling in him as she readied herself for his feet. He would use her, play with her, and worship her, but not at the expense of her wellbeing. The heightening impulse to make her happy might have perturbed him more had he not felt so comfortable with it. He did want to please, as well as humble her, and for the first time, his needs took a genuine backseat to Amy’s welfare.
“Let’s see it then!” Nigel swirled the brandy around his glass, his expression expectant.
“All in good time.” Kyle refused to allow Nigel’s impatience to grate at his good mood. He had so much, while men like Nigel had little by contrast. He wanted to savor and appreciate Amy’s submission. It was too sublime to overlook. “Shift closer, little girl.”
She glanced in his direction, the movement sending a trail of her saliva tumbling to the carpet as she shuffled closer to where he sat.
“Perfect.” His word halted her, and he allowed her another moment to settle. “This is how I like to spend every evening.”
Lifting one, then the other foot, he rested them gently on the small of her back, watching her responses carefully. Her breathing increased a fraction, but head lowering, she seemed resolute. They both knew she was capable of maintaining the position for a while and how much her glorious pussy would relish the objectification.
“I’ve got to get me a footrest like that,” Nigel chuckled. “It’s only a shame she’s not naked.”
“Some things are for my eyes only.” Kyle glared in Nigel’s direction.
“Fair enough.” Shaun balanced his almost empty glass on the arm of his chair. “I, for one, appreciate the invitation to meet the lovely Amy and see what you have going on here.”
“She is impressive,” Stuart agreed. “Especially because she’s so ‘on board’ with the treatment.”
Kyle’s attention darted to her face, noticing the way her eyes had closed. If it had only been the two of them, he might have rebuked her for blocking him out, but given the circumstances, he could understand her reasoning. She was quiet and still—everything he’d asked for and more than well-behaved enough to be suitably rewarded once the others had departed.
“I believe we’re both giving each other what we need.” Kyle’s focus never left her face as he went on. “Amy has given me someone to adore, and I think I’m enabling her to be truly vulnerable without judgment for maybe the first time in her life.”
Kyle watched her breaths transform into labored pants as he, presumably, hit the nail on the head. He comprehended her reaction. The dynamic between them was as much a revelation to him as it clearly was to her.
“It might be difficult to understand if you’ve never experienced it.” He forced his gaze around the room, briefly acknowledging the men he’d invited.
“You seem happy.” Shaun offered him a smile. “I’m pleased for you, William.”
She inhaled, interrupting the sound of the crackling fire.
“Thank you.” He raised his glass to take a sip. “I am happy. This arrangement works for us both.”
“Happy, my ass!” Stuart snorted as he motioned to Kyle. “He’s having the time of his life!”
Kyle smirked as a fresh round of laughter rumbled around the room. He couldn’t deny Stuart’s logic or Shaun’s conclusion. Life with his little girl at his feet was increasingly sweet.
***
Waving from the door, Kyle watched as Shaun’s car crawled slowly over the pebbled drive. Fueled by what they’d witnessed and apparently in need of a woman’s touch, the other three had taken a car into the city half an hour before, but Shaun had stayed and chatted with Kyle while Amy was curled up in the safety of his lap.
The time as a trio had been shorter than Kyle would have liked, but closing the door, he was glad they’d had the opportunity. Shaun was a good guy—maybe the best he knew—and as he secured the lock, he reconciled to spend more time with him.
“Sir?” Amy appeared from the doorway to the drawing room, her brow furrowed.
“I thought I told you to wait for me in there , little girl.” He folded his arms in a show of disapproval he didn’t truly feel but reveled in the way her eyes became large at his firm tone.
“I’m sorry.” She swallowed. “It’s just that it’s late, and—”
“Jonah will be home soon.” He took a stride toward her as he interrupted. “I know.”
“Of course.” Her gaze fell, as though she felt awkward for questioning him, yet still concerned enough not to go back to her place in the drawing room.
“Want me to get you out of those clothes?” He sniggered at his double-entendre as he closed the distance between them.
“Sir?” Her chest rose and fell beneath his jacket as he reached for her.
“Let’s get you into something you’ll feel less conspicuous in when Jonah arrives.” Wrapping his arms around her, he whispered the words into her hair.
“Yes, please.” Her eyes flashed with gratitude.
“Come on.” Kissing her crown, he turned and tugged her to follow him.
“Where are we going, sir?”
“Remember where I keep the spare robes?”
It hadn’t been that long since he’d taken her to the spa and fucked her there, so surely, she recalled? But then, he supposed, she had been through a lot since then.
“The spa?” She sounded so uncertain he wanted to take her in his arms right then and there, but she was right. Her son would return imminently, and that new impulse to protect her insisted they needed to act.
“That’s right.” Taking her hand, he guided her across the house to the spa at the rear of the property. “You can change there, get snug, and protect your modesty.”
She laughed as he pushed the heavy door open and flicked on the sidelights to the spa. The large, wooden space was illuminated around her.
“I don’t think I have much modesty left, sir.”
“Perhaps not.” He leaned against the wall, watching her. “Are you sorry about that?”
She stilled as though the intensity of his stare had cemented her to the spot. “No.” Glancing up through her lashes, she offered him a small smile. “You’ve given me so much, sir. Offering you my humility seems the least I can do.”
Good answer, little girl.
“I’m pleased to hear you say that.” Pushing away from the wall, he signaled for her to come forward. The air around them grew thicker as she inched in his direction. “I want you to undress now.” He tugged at the sleeve of his jacket. “This is far too big for you, anyway.”
She shrugged out of the fabric, revealing her incredible breasts, and his cock sprung to life at the sight of her.
“I wanted to say thank you for allowing me to wear it, sir.” She caught the jacket in her right hand and pressed it toward him. “It helped me a lot tonight.”
“You did amazingly well.” He took the jacket from her fingers, and with one casual throw, he cast it aside to the bench. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” Snaking his arms around her semi-nakedness, he pulled her close until her tits were pressed against his torso.
“Thank you.” She sighed the words into the shirt at his chest, her delicate arms wrapping around him. “I want to make you proud, sir.”
“And horny.” One hand rose to fist her silky hair. “You make me fucking horny as well.”
“Yes.” Her voice rasped as she lifted her chin to look into his eyes, and there, in her incredible gaze, he could see the weight of her emotion reflected back at him. Her thoughts and expectations, but her simmering
feelings, too—the evidence of everything he sensed within himself. “You always make me feel that way, sir.”
“I want to reward you for playing along tonight.”
Playing along?
Was that what she’d done? As she recalled, Kyle hadn’t exactly given her much choice in the proceedings.
“I’d like that, sir.”
She didn’t query him. In fact, the way she pressed herself against his body told him his choice of vocabulary wasn’t on his mind at all. She had something hotter and more urgent there.
“Let’s get you changed then.” The hand around her waist shifted to tug at the outfit that had served them both so well. A woman as wonderful as Amy needed nothing to incentivize her. “Jonah will be back soon.”
“Mmmm.” The smile that met his eyes was impish.
Collecting the hem of the dress, she yanked it over her head. Standing there, bunched up material in hand, she was the center of his everything. She might have been the one on her knees earlier, but to Kyle, she was a fucking goddess.
“Should I keep the dress, sir?”
“Give it to me.” His aching balls were making it difficult to think, but clasping for the dress she pushed his way, he threw in the same spot where his jacket had landed. “Want to know what I have in mind?”
“Yes, please.” Her palms pressed against the white linen of his shirt, her voice breathless.
A million questions danced in her eyes, and he could guess at their content. Presumably, she sought to know what would happen at the end of her trial. She was likely also worried about Jonah and the money she owed him on her son’s behalf. It was true that they needed to discuss all of those things, but at that moment, none of them mattered. There was only the fire burning in his blood and that deep, insatiable need they could never satisfy.
He longed to fuck her but also to know her.
He wanted to be closer to her than any man had ever been before.
“Once Jonah is back and the house is secured, I have a surprise for you, little girl.” His cock strained against his pants, a fact she was no doubt more than aware of as he pushed it against her hip.
“This, sir?” One of her hands lowered to stroke the hard length tenting his trousers.
“Yes, that.”
He chuckled at her forwardness, but rather than admonish her, the gesture only made him want her more. They were past that initial awkwardness, and he was glad. The fact she was comfortable enough to be so brazen around him was warming. Since Jonah had arrived, he’d noticed how much more relaxed she’d become at Brock Hall. Kyle couldn’t spontaneously strip and spank her anymore—a fact that possibly contributed to her increased sense of peace—but if it was possible, the time they had together was even more passionate. Every touch was vital, every look furtive, as if they were grabbing private time in an illicit display of urgent lust.
“But tonight, little girl.” His hand moved to her ass and squeezed the tight orb until a groan escaped her throat. “I want to take you somewhere you’ve never been before.”