Chapter 32
Mia
I’m sitting on the couch with Killian, watching a movie, when a knock at the door interrupts us.
“Maddox is here,” Killian says, and he gets up to let him in.
A moment later, the two of them make their way into the living room. Killian sits back down next to me, and Maddox sits down on the loveseat across from us.
“How are you guys holding up?” he asks.
“We’re okay,” Killian replies, taking my hand.
I nod in agreement.
“I just want this to be over with,” I admit, and Maddox nods knowingly.
“A few more days,” he says. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he looks at us. “Ang took the bait, just like I knew he would. He already told John that he’s crashing the party.”
“Are you sure that we can trust John?” I ask hesitantly. “No offense, but he doesn’t seem like the most trustworthy person.”
Killian chuckles, smirking at me.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re cute,” he says as he rubs my palm with his thumb. “You’re smart. John is not the most trustworthy person, at all. And I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him. But right now, he’s the only link to Angelo.”
Maddox nods in agreement. “And we have a plan. John also has no idea that we’re throwing the party to lure Angelo in. Even if Angelo surmises that on his own, he doesn’t know exactly what we’re doing.”
They both make valid points, and that makes me feel slightly better.
“We’re going to be fine, Kitten,” Killian says, pressing a kiss to the side of my temple. “I promise.”
“I know,” I reply, leaning into him.
“I’m exhausted,” Maddox says now, standing up. “Do you mind if I go to bed? That ride was brutal.”
Killian nods, standing up. He gestures for Maddox to follow him.
“I’ll show you to the guest room,” he says. Then he looks back at me. “I’ll see you in bed?”
I nod, saying goodnight to Maddox. Then I get up and make my way towards our room.
The party is officially on; Landon got everything all cleared with Dominic, who owns the hotel, and we’re all set for Friday night at 7:00 P.M.
Maddox wanted to come here before his father got home from his business trip tomorrow, and he planned on coming to the party, anyway, so Killian just told him to come and stay with us.
I’m glad that Killian has his brother, honestly.
I’m usually good at reading people, and I like Maddox.
I know Killian said that he fucked him over in the past, but he was also young then.
He seems to really care about Killian, and I feel like Killian needs that now more than ever, with his father and Angelo’s betrayal.
I start stripping my clothes off, getting ready for bed, when Killian comes into the room.
“My favorite sight,” he says, and I turn to face him, grinning when I see the sly smirk on his lips.
He wraps his arms around my waist and leans down to kiss me. When he pulls back, I stare up at him.
“Use me,” I beg. “I need to empty my mind, and you’re the only way I can do that.”
“Mia,” he groans, running his hands up and down my body. He cups my breasts in his hands, his fingers teasing my nipples, and I moan loudly.
“Tell me how you want it,” he says now.
“Rough,” I reply eagerly. “Mean.”
Killian chuckles as he gently caresses the side of my cheek.
“My little masochist,” he says, a sadistic smile forming on his lips. “You want it to hurt?”
He wraps his hand around my throat, pushing me back against the wall.
“Yes,” I manage to get out, desire pooling between my legs.
His hand drops from my neck, and he brings his mouth down to it. Then he sucks on my neck, hard, causing me to cry out.
“Killian-" I mutter, and he chuckles as he pulls back.
“You want me to mark you up, Kitten?” he asks. “Claim you?”
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, and he leans down, bringing one of my nipples into his mouth. He bites it, hard.
“Fuck,” I cry out again, the pain and pleasure causing my arousal to grow.
I’m desperate for Killian right now.
“Fuck my ass,” I say quickly, and Killian pulls back, looking surprised.
“Kitten-"
“Please,” I beg.
“I think you’re underestimating how much pain you’re going to be in, Mia,” he says softly. “We should start with a butt plug, sweetheart.”
“Do you have a butt plug?”
He shakes his head, no.
“Then you’ll fuck my ass,” I say, and he chuckles.
“We can try it,” he says carefully. “But you need to tell me if it hurts. And I’ll stop.”
“I will,” I assure him. “I promise.”
He leans down to kiss me, and when we pull apart, I grin up at him.
“Now get back into character and be mean,” I command, and he laughs, shaking his head.
“Remember that you asked for this, Kitten,” he says, and a ripple of excitement courses through me.
“Get on your knees. Now.”
I do as he says, gazing up at him.
He cups my face in his hands, but he’s not being gentle. It’s not tender and loving, like it was when he caressed my cheek earlier. It’s rough and dominating, and I feel completely owned by him right now, which is exactly what I wanted.
“My eager little slut,” he says with a grin. “Open your mouth and stick that tongue out.”
I do, my heart beating faster.
Killian leans down and spits in my mouth. Before I have time to do anything, he practically growls at me when he says, “Don’t you dare fucking swallow it. Leave your mouth open, tongue out.”
He makes me hold it like that for so long, I think that I’m going to choke. Drool is pouring out of my mouth, dripping down my chin.
“Perfect,” he muses as he looks down at me. He fists his cock in his hand, then he brings it to my face. “Your mouth is going to lube up my cock real nice for that perfect ass.”
I can’t stop the whimper that escape my lips as Killian taps the side of my face with his dick, smearing his precum all over my cheek. Then he pushes himself into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
He doesn’t let me pull out, though. He grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me in place as he leaves his cock in my mouth.
“Stay just like that, Kitten,” he says. “Your mouth belongs to me, and right now, you’re just going to keep my cock nice and wet. Don’t move.”
I whimper again, trying to squeeze my thighs together to release some of the pressure that’s building inside of me. Killian notices and he chuckles.
“Don’t you dare close those legs,” he warns me. “It’s too bad we don’t have a spreader bar, but I’m sure I could find something around here that would work.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
Killian plays with my hair as he leaves his cock in my mouth, and I’m not sure how much longer I can sit here like this without moving.
He grins at me as if he can read my mind.
“I bet your pussy is soaked,” he says, his voice taunting and playful. “I love what a desperate and pathetic little slut you are for me.”
I can’t help the whimper that I let out, and he chuckles.
He pulls out, and I gasp for breath. Then he helps me to my feet, guiding me to the bed.
“Face down,” he tells me now. “Ass up.”
I do what he says, getting into position. When he slaps my ass, I squeal, the stinging pain unexpected.
He rubs the area where he slapped, and then he runs his finger through my slit.
“Soaked,” he says, bringing his finger to my mouth. “Suck on it, Mia. See how good you taste, Kitten?”
“I need you,” I murmur before I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking on them. He pushes them so far back, I gag, tears springing to my eyes.
“Do toys get to make demands, Kitten?”
“No,” I whimper, and he chuckles.
“Good girl,” he croons. “Now let’s see if I can fuck this tight hole.”
I must be dripping at this point.
“Killian-"
My words die in my throat when he spanks me again. Then he climbs off the bed, and I wonder what the hell he’s doing. I know better than to move from my position, though.
He taps the side of my face a moment later, and I look up at him.
“Open up,” he says, the thong that I discarded earlier in his hands. “Clearly, you can’t be quiet, so it looks like I have to gag you.”
Fuck.
I open my mouth and he taps the side of my cheek after he stuffs my panties inside.
“So much better,” he murmurs.
Killian’s the only person I’ve ever been with like this before. The degradation, the humiliation, the pain; I fucking love it, but only because I feel safe with him. He’s the only person I’d ever let see me like this, at my most vulnerable.
Killian gets behind me, then he drags the tip of his cock through my soaking wet slit. I whimper around my gag as he pulls out and brings it to my ass.
He pushes his way in and a tearing, burning pain sears through me. I scream around the gag, and he freezes.
“Talk to me, Kitten,” he says, his voice breaking character again. “Green? Red? We go at your pace, love.”
His words send a rush of warmth through me, and I nod eagerly.
I reach for the gag, taking it out for a moment so I can say, “Green.” Then I quickly put it back.
Killian chuckles. “You’re lucky I’m a sadist, pretty girl. Because you truly are a masochist.”
He pushes all the way into me, and the burning pain only intensifies as his cock stretches me out.
I can’t stop the tears that come, and I cry, spitting the gag out.
“Fuck, Killian,” I manage to get out.
“Use your words, angel,” he commands.
“G-green,” I stutter.
“Kitten,” he murmurs. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So tight.”
“Fuck me,” I beg, and he chuckles.
“Touch your clit, Mia,” he instructs. “Play with my pussy while I fuck this tight ass.”
“Oh my god.”
I bring my fingers to my clit as Killian begins to thrust in and out of me, and I’m not surprised at how quickly my orgasm begins to build.
I’m about to topple over the edge when Killian grabs both of my wrists, holding them behind my back.
I scream again, desperate for relief.
“Only I get to make you come, pretty girl,” he snaps. “You know that.”
“P-please,” I stammer, more tears flowing as he continues to fuck my ass.
“Let me come in this ass, Kitten,” he says. “You begged me for this. Then I’ll let you come all over my tongue.”
Killian fucks me relentlessly. The pain eventually subsides, and it begins to feel good. He doesn’t let go of my wrists; he knows me. I would’ve touched myself again by now at this point.
He comes hard and fast, letting out a low, “Fuuuuck,” as he empties himself inside of me.
“Fuck, Mia,” he groans as he pulls out of me. “You have no idea how fucking hot it is to see my cum dripping from your ass like this.”
“Please,” I whisper again, and he chuckles as he flips me over.
I can only imagine what I look like right now; I know that I’m a mess. My face is streaked with tears and I still have leftover drool smeared across my cheeks and chin from earlier.
I’m momentarily embarrassed, but it doesn’t last. Not when Killian literally gazes at me, pushing my hair back away from my eyes.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says quietly. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are to me, Kitten. I love seeing you absolutely wrecked like this.”
I feel floaty and spacey as I look back up at him.
“Where are we at, baby girl?” he asks. “Give me a color.”
“Green,” I reply lazily.
Killian leans down to kiss me, and when he pulls back he cups my face in his hands.
“I’m going to eat this pretty pussy,” he tells me, which causes me to whimper. “Then after you come all over my tongue like a good girl, we’re going to take a bath.”
I nod eagerly and he pinches my clit, causing me to scream.
“Words, Mia,” he chides.
“Yes,” I whine. “Please, Killian. Please-"
My words die in my throat as Killian spreads my legs and devours me. I’m so fucking close, and I know that I’m not going to last long.
I can’t stop bucking against Killian’s face as his tongue circles my clit. When he inserts his fingers inside of me, I don’t stand a chance.
My orgasm slams into me so hard, it’s almost painful. My entire body shakes violently as I come, and I feel a rush of liquid leave my body.
Killian licks every single drop that I give him, and when he pulls away from me he has a shocked expression on his face.
“You squirted,” he says. “Holy shit, Mia. That was so fucking hot, Kitten.”
“I did?” I ask, feeling dazed.
He nods. Then he stands up, scooping me up in his arms.
“I love you,” I murmur, my eyes already closing. “I think I’m in subspace.”
Killian chuckles. “I know you’re in subspace, Kitten. I’ve got you.”
He carries me to the bathroom and sets me down on the stool at the vanity as he begins to fill the tub.
“I love you, pretty girl,” he says quietly. “So much.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He doesn’t ask me what I’m thanking him for. He doesn’t need to. He knows that I needed this tonight – the pain, the control, the urge to let go and not have to think about anything. Killian knows my body just as well as I do at this point. He knows exactly what I need, and how much I can handle.
“You never have to thank me, sweet girl,” he says.
He climbs into the tub, holding out his hand to me to help me in.
I let him help me as I climb in, then I slowly sink down, the warm water feeling heavenly on my skin.
I’m not surprised at all that I begin to drift off.
The last thing I hear is Killian’s voice, soft in my ear, before I’m lulled to sleep.
“Just rest, Kitten. I’ve got you.”
I’m out moments later.