Chapter 21
Mia
I’m sitting on the couch in the living room of the cottage, watching the flames dance in the fireplace.
I’m cozy and warm, thinking that it looks magical in here. Between the glow from the fire and the twinkle lights sparkling overhead, I feel like I’m in some kind of a fairytale.
And then the lights go out and I’m plunged into darkness.
I hear Killian sigh. He was worried about this happening, though, so he’s already prepared. He leans over and lights the candle he put on the coffee table, and then he grabs the flashlight that’s next to him and flicks it on.
“This isn’t so bad,” I say quietly. I wrap my blanket tighter around myself. “As long as it doesn’t get too cold.”
“That’s an easy fix,” he replies, and I glance over at him.
He has a smirk on his lips when he says, “We’d get naked. Body heat.”
I roll my eyes, and he chuckles.
“You’re not shutting down that option? Interesting.”
“I didn’t agree to it,” I argue, and he grins.
“But you’re thinking about it.”
Of course I’m thinking about it.
The way Killian took care of me the past few days…fuck. I’ve never been cared for like that before. The entire time I kept trying to remind myself that he felt bad that I was drugged on his watch, and that it didn’t mean anything.
But it felt like it meant something. Even if I didn’t want it to.
“No,” I lie, and he just stares at me, not saying anything. His gaze is intense as he watches me, and I feel my stomach flip.
I shouldn’t hook up with Killian again. That would be a horrible, terrible idea. But damn, I really want to.
“It’s alright, Mia,” Killian says with a shrug. “I know you want to fuck me. I am insanely good looking, after all.”
“Ugh, you’re so annoying,” I groan. “You might be good looking, but then you open your mouth and ruin it.”
He laughs loudly at that, sounding amused.
“You’re such a brat,” he retorts.
I’m desperate for him. I can already feel myself getting wet just from his words, and I want him. But I also don’t want to admit that I want him.
Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “You never did punish me. And I guess I do deserve a punishment…I did disobey you, after all.”
He freezes, a look of shock on his face as he stares back at me.
Then he blinks and a smirk takes over as he takes in my words.
“Is that what you want, Mia?” Killian asks, his voice low. “You want to be punished?”
I nod, unable to speak.
Killian stands up and makes his way over to me. He stands directly in front of me, and he takes my chin in his hand, tilting it up so we’re eye to eye.
“Tell me you deserve to be punished, Kitten,” he says.
“I deserve to be punished,” I reply, my voice sounding breathless.
“How should I punish you?” he asks, his thumb grazing my cheek. I lean into his touch involuntarily.
“You know what I like,” I whisper, and he chuckles.
“I do know what you like. But this isn’t about your pleasure, pretty girl.”
“You know that I get off on yours,” I remind him, and his eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and then he grins.
“You’re not supposed to be getting off at all,” he says as he continues to caress my cheek. “This is a punishment, remember?”
I nod, biting my lip. I’m soaked. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on, honestly. I want him in the worst way. I would literally do anything he wanted me to right now.
He stops touching my face and steps back, and I can’t help but pout.
Killian smirks. Then he walks to one of the lone chairs across the room, his eyes on me.
“Stand up,” he commands. “Strip.”
I do as I’m told, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I can’t believe that this is even happening right now.
Once I’m naked, he asks, “Do you still remember your safe word?”
I nod. “Red.”
“And what do you do if your mouth is occupied?”
“Tap your leg twice,” I reply and he grins at me.
“Good girl,” he says. “Come here.”
I take one step and he stops me.
“No, Kitten,” he says, watching me with a hooded gaze. “You’re going to crawl to me like a good girl.”
I sink to the floor, desperate to please him. I start crawling when he speaks up again.
“Eyes on me, Mia,” he commands.
I look up, my gaze never wavering as I crawl across the floor to him. I feel like this should feel degrading; wrong, even. But I feel sexy. The way Killian is looking at me is giving me such a rush; it’s intoxicating. I can’t get enough.
Once I make it to him, I get into a kneeling position, gazing up at him.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, caressing my cheek again. Then he takes his belt off, wrapping it around my throat like it’s a collar.
He doesn’t need to ask me if I’m okay with this; he already knows. We’ve done this before, back when we were….whatever it was that we were.
I also know that I can use my safe word at any time, and he’ll stop. I’ve always felt safe with Killian. Safe enough to let go, to let him own me and control me.
He tightens the loop, pulling on the belt so it forces my head up.
I want him to touch me. I know that I’m dripping right now, and my clit is throbbing with need.
He tugs his sweatpants and boxers off with one hand, freeing his massive erection. Fuck, I missed this cock. It’s perfect. It’s fucking huge. The first time I saw it, I was genuinely worried that it wouldn’t fit inside of me.
My mouth waters and I lean forward, reaching for him. Killian yanks the belt, causing me to whimper.
“Do you touch without permission, pretty girl?” he asks me, and I look up at him, shaking my head.
“Sorry,” I murmur, and he releases his grip on the belt.
“Open your mouth,” he commands. “Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he says, desperate for him.
He leans down and spits in my mouth and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips.
“You like that, Kitten?” he asks. “Don’t swallow it.”
I’m drooling now, and Killian slowly slips his cock into my mouth, soaking it with his spit and my drool. Then he pulls it out, fisting it in his hand.
“Are you ready for me angel?” he asks, and I nod.
He tightens the belt again and says, “Use your words.”
“Yes,” I practically moan. “Please fuck my face, Killian.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, and then he’s pushing himself back into me.
Killian thrusts into my mouth hard and fast, and I love the way my mind empties as I let myself go. I have zero worries in the world when we play like this; the only thing that matters is our pleasure. He might own me right now, but I’ve truly never felt this free before.
“Relax your throat, Kitten,” he commands, and I try to do as he says. I’m drooling and gagging around his cock, my eyes filled with unshed tears.
“I fucking love watching you choke on my cock,” he murmurs, and I whimper. If I had any stimulation right now, I’d be very close to coming. I squeeze my legs together, trying to feel some semblance of relief, but it doesn’t help.
Killian chuckles. “Oh, Kitten,” he says evilly. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart. I’m not letting you come for a very long time.”
Then he pulls out abruptly, and I frown.
“I’m not coming yet,” he tells me. “You did so good, baby.”
He surprises me by leaning down and kissing my lips. It’s a sweet kiss; gentle, even, and it leaves me wanting more.
He reaches his hand out to me, helping me stand.
He breaks character for a moment when he takes my face in his hands, gazing at me.
“Are you doing okay, sweetheart?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yes,” I reply eagerly. “More than okay.”
He chuckles, grinning.
“Good,” he replies. “Because I’m not done yet.”
Then he removes the belt from my neck and tosses it onto the floor.
I nod, excited for whatever it is he’s planning for me.
He walks towards the couch and sits down, and then he gestures for me to come sit, too.
I start to sit next to him, but he pulls me onto his lap.
“Did you think I wasn’t going to redden this perfect fucking ass?” he asks me.
I try to reply, but even I don’t know what I’m trying to say. My words are mumbled and unintelligible, and Killian laughs.
“Over my knee,” he tells me, and I’m embarrassed but still very turned on.
I do what he says, my ass practically in the air while my face is buried into the couch cushion.
Killian rubs my ass and gently squeezes it, and I let out a small gasp at how nice it feels. He does this for so long that I’m not even remotely prepared for the smack that he eventually lands on it, and I cry out.
“Count them, Mia,” he commands. “And thank me for it.”
If we started off with this, I would be bratty right now. I’d tell him I would never thank him for spanking me, and I would refuse to count, just to be a brat.
But I already feel somewhat floaty, which is how I know I’m in subspace, and I’m perfectly obedient as I count out each one, thanking him after.
Once we hit ten, Killian surprises me by flipping me over on his lap. I’m still in the same position, only now it’s my pussy that’s practically in his face.
He catches me looking and grins at me.
“I think your pussy deserves a few slaps, too,” he says, and I literally moan at his words.
“I might come,” I admit and he chuckles.
He slides his finger through my slit, causing me to whimper. When he pinches my clit, I can’t help the scream that leaves my mouth, and I squirm as he holds my body down.
“Look at this poor, swollen clit,” he taunts.
He slaps it, and I scream again.
After the third slap, I can’t take it anymore.
“Killian,” I moan. “Please, please let me come.”
“Awww, is my pretty Kitten going to cry?”
I nod, my eyes welling up with tears.
“You know I love it when you cry,” he teases, slapping my pussy again. My clit is past the point of aching, and I need to come with a desperation that I didn’t even know I was capable of.
“I’ll let you come, Kitten,” he says quietly. “But I want you to tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I say quickly. “Only you.”
“Good girl.”
Without any warning, he shifts, so he’s laying flat on his back. Then he’s reaching for me, and I crawl onto him, straddling him.
“Come up here, now,” he commands. “Fucking suffocate me, Mia.”
Oh, fuck.
The second I sit on Killian’s face and feel his tongue on me, I completely lose it. I’m so fucking close; his tongue hits my g-spot, and his nose rubs against my clit, and then I’m tipping over the edge, coming so hard and so fast it almost hurts.
Killian never stops licking, drawing out my orgasm for as long as possible. I start squirming, but he holds me in place by locking his arms around my thighs and I scream from the overstimulation.
When he finally lets go, I climb off him with shaky legs.
“Such a good girl, soaking my face,” he says, grinning up at me.
He sits up, bringing his lips to mine again.
“I fucking love the way you taste,” he murmurs against my mouth, and I moan into our kiss.
When he pulls back, I stare at him, wondering if he’s going to fuck me.
“I want to come all over that pretty face, Mia,” he says, his voice low. “Can I do that?”
“Yes,” I reply, nodding. “But…are you not going to fuck me?”
“Not tonight, Kitten,” he replies, and disappointment sears through me. Killian notices, and he laughs.
“This is a punishment, remember?” he asks. “Be grateful I let you come all over my face and tongue.”
“I still want you,” I whisper, not caring that I probably sound pathetic. I don’t care about anything right now, except for Killian.
“You haven’t earned that yet,” he replies, kissing me again. “Now lay back down like a good girl and let me paint your pretty face.”
I whimper, leaning back. I watch Killian intently as he jerks himself off, and when he says, “Close your eyes, Kitten,” I do just that.
Warm come shoots out all over my face. It drips down my chin and onto my chest, and Killian swipes his fingers through it, then he brings it to my lips.
I suck on his fingers and he grins.
“You’re fucking perfect, Kitten,” he murmurs.
And then he’s scooping me up in his arms and carrying me upstairs.
“What’re we doing?” I ask, dazed.
“I’m giving you a bath,” he tells me. “And then we’ll lay together by the fireplace so we’re warm.”
“You are?”
“Of course I am,” he replies. “Have I ever not given you aftercare, Mia?”
“That was before,” I say quietly. “Before when you liked me.”
He tenses at my words, and I wish that I could take them back.
“Regardless of whether or not I like you, Kitten, I would never bring you so deep into subspace and then let you drop after,” he says with a frown.
For some reason, I feel like I’m going to cry, and I bite my lip as I blink back tears.
“Hey,” Killian says, looking down at me. “What is it, honey?”
His casual use of “honey” puts me over the edge, and I can’t stop the sob that escapes my lips.
“Fuck, we should’ve stopped sooner,” Killian mutters, swearing under his breath. “You’re okay, pretty girl. I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’m right here.”
He holds me as I cry, sobs racking my body. I’m vaguely aware of him running the water in the tub and lighting the candles in the bathroom, all while carrying me in his arms.
He climbs into the tub with me, rubbing my back.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, looking up at him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“It’s normal, sweetheart,” he says, a faraway look in his eyes. “I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
I nod, resting my head on his chest. I’m not prepared to drift off, but that’s exactly what I do. I fall asleep in Killian’s arms, utterly exhausted.