28. Mila
28
MILA
I didn’t know how long we lay there in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of the sun while the running water of the pool lulled me to sleep, but it couldn’t have been very long.
At some point, Killian had flipped us around until I was lying on top of him.
He moved, knocking me out of my relaxed state. I pushed up on my elbows and glared down at him.
He cupped my cheek and smiled. “We need to get back to the house. We can’t have the guards away from their posts for too long. It poses an unnecessary risk I’m not willing to take with you. Plus, we stay out here any longer, and you’ll burn.”
“Who knew you could be such a worrywart?” I grumbled, trying to get off him.
He shot me a dark look, and I didn’t want to know the thoughts behind it. I pretended not to notice and stood up. Killian took his time getting off the chair.
He pointed at me. “Stay.”
I watched as he moved over to the pool house, only to emerge moments later wearing a dark gray bathrobe and carrying an identical one in his hand.
He silently helped me put it on. I didn’t fight him. Instead, I looked down at the chair. “We made a mess.”
I wrinkled my nose, unsure of how we would clean this.
He looked at me and laughed. “Fuck, you’re cute.”
I was glad he thought so, but now wasn’t the time to get into it. I slapped his chest. “I’m serious.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his body, lifting me up into his arms so I clung to him like a baby monkey to its mama.
“We’ll throw it away.”
“Sounds wasteful.”
“Would you prefer Rachel to clean it up?” he asked. I shot him a horrified look, and he laughed harder. “I didn’t think so.”
“You could clean it up, you know.”
He looked back at the chair, then at me, before making a move to walk away from the pool area and toward the house. “Yeah, I don’t think so, little firecracker.”
“What? No? I’m sure you have to clean up worse…” I trailed off, only now realizing what I was saying. When I looked up, it was to dark, amused brown eyes. “You know what? You’re right. Just throw it away. But you’re not fucking me on any of the other chairs.”
He squeezed my ass. “Don’t tell me what to do. Who’s in charge here?”
I patted his chest and said lightly, “Of course you are.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re just placating me?”
I grinned up at him as we passed the garden.
He shook his head. “Oh, you are trouble. Lucky for you, I know exactly how to deal with your brand of trouble.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked of the sinister note in his voice.
He didn’t reply.
He walked us inside the house and up the stairs. I didn’t say anything as he pushed open the door to my room and placed me on the bed. Without a word, he had the robe pulled off me once more, and turned me around until I was on all fours on the bed.
“Killian?” I asked.
“Be a good girl, Mila,” he said, slapping my ass. “And don’t fucking move.”
I twisted my head around to look at him. “Why?”
He caught my eyes and spank my ass. “Don’t move.”
I stayed where I was and watched as he rummaged through the drawers on my bedside table before finally pulling out a familiar object.
I tried to swallow around the sudden dryness in my throat at the sight of the butt plug he had gotten me.
“Killian.”
“For running from me, I’m going to plug you. And you’re to wear this until either I take it out, or my brothers do, understand?”
“But—but?—”
“Yes?”
I had no words. I bit my bottom lip when he approached me and laid the item on the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” he said seductively.
I watched as he walked to the bathroom. I could hear the faucet turning on and off. When he came back out, he had a cloth in hand.
“Fuck, but I hate cleaning up my cum on you,” he said darkly as he moved behind me one more.
I couldn't say anything as he swiped the cloth over my crease, driving me crazy. He stayed on my sex, his finger moving from side to side over the slit. I groaned.
Was he trying to clean me up or turn me on?
“Why is my little firecracker so quiet all of a sudden? Where’s my bratty warrior?”
Hell. I wished he would stop asking me questions I didn’t know how to answer.
Finally, he pulled the cloth away, but that was only to prepare my ass to take the plug. I heard a cap click open and then a squirting sound before I felt the wetness of the lube on my skin. Killian smeared it over me, and my hands balled into fists around the bedsheets. This was torture.
He was torturing me.
I had only worn a butt plug once, but I didn’t remember the preparation being so bad.
I wiggled my ass, and he spanked it once more. “Nuh-uh, baby. Hold still.”
He pushed a lube-covered finger inside my asshole, fucking it slowly. I clenched around him and heard a low rumble coming from his lips.
“Fuck,” he said, fucking me a little faster before pulling out completely. I nearly cried out in objection.
He grabbed the butt plug from the bed and squirted a generous amount of lube on it before slowly, gently, pushing it inside me. I closed my eyes at the sensation, biting my bottom lip a little harder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he cooed.
Hell, there must be something wrong with me because I couldn’t help but preen under his praise, and I wasn’t doing anything more than… letting him plug me.
I felt it the moment it was in all the way, and Killian sat back. I didn’t have to turn around to know he was taking me in.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said gruffly.
Hell.
Killian didn’t stay with me long. The bastard left after dressing me in a short floral dress that barely came down mid-thigh on me, saying something about catching up with Maverick on all he’d missed.
I didn’t even know when the fucker left the house. I called him, but he didn’t tell me where he went. All he told me was that if I took the plug out without his brothers’ help, there would be retribution.
I wouldn’t know how to remove the plug on my own, anyhow.
An hour and a half passed, and I feared he might not be home until later tonight. This meant I would have to go to either Silas or Maverick for help. I didn’t know who I least wanted to go to with this small problem I suddenly found myself with.
I squirmed on the couch in the living room, trying to focus on the TV show in front of me. At this point, I couldn’t even say which TV show it was. I groaned in frustration and turned off the TV. The silence that followed was loud. So much so that I convinced myself I could hear my own heartbeat.
How ridiculous.
My skin was flushed, which felt even hotter when I thought about what I was about to do. I got up and walked toward Maverick’s office.
The man in question was sitting behind his desk, examining something on his computer screen. Even sitting down, he was quite imposing. The computer screen light was reflected in the blues of his eyes, making him look less human and more like this unattainable creature I wanted to capture for my own.
A wave of possessiveness overcame me, and I braced my weight against the threshold.
He looked up suddenly, startling me. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”
I blinked, trying to gather up my courage. I crossed and uncrossed my arms.
“Hi,” I said.
His eyes crinkled with amusement. “Hi, little monster. Why don’t you come here?”
He pushed away from the desk slightly and pointed at his lap.
I licked my suddenly dry lips but didn’t move to him like I wanted.
“What are you doing?” I asked instead.
“Looking over some reports from our business.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Sounds boring.”
He grinned. “I couldn’t agree more. Why don’t you come over here and make it less boring?”
I was halfway to him when I lost my nerve. I pivoted to my left and walked over to the makeshift bar. Maverick’s eyes were focused intently on me. I resisted the urge to squirm. Instead, I ran my fingers over the smooth surface.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, turning to him.
He leaned back in the chair. “You’re offering to make me a drink?”
There was something strange in his voice that I couldn’t decipher.
I nodded.
“Do you even know which drink is which?”
I shook my head.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Why don’t you pour me something?”
I nodded and turned back to all the bottles he had. My fingers skimmed over the glass cap of a glass decanter. It was pretty, which was why I picked it. I poured a generous amount into a glass and brought it over to him.
He grabbed the glass from me, his fingers touching mine as he did so, sending a thrill of electricity through me. I took a deep breath, the presence of the butt plug becoming more noticeable. I bit back the moan that wanted to escape.
Maverick eyed the liquid before looking at me, his eyes twinkling. “Are you trying to get me drunk, little monster?”
“What?”
He laughed, taking a small sip. “Unluckily for you, I hold my liquor fairly well.”
I didn’t doubt it.
I stood in front of him, feeling out of sorts, while he sat there, completely at ease with himself. A king on his throne.
Before I could say anything, Maverick wrapped his arm around my middle and pulled me onto his lap. I made an embarrassing high-pitched sound, trying to adjust myself in a way that I wouldn’t fall off his lap, but also that the plug wasn’t noticeable.
We faced each other.
He wrapped one hand around my biceps, and used his other to run up and down my side, stopping when he got to my neck. We didn’t say anything as he loosely curved that hand around my neck.
“Hi,” I said softly, trying to ease away the awkward silence that followed—or, at least, awkward for me.
His lips quirked up. “Hi. Is there something you want to tell me?”
“What makes you think there is something I want to tell you?”
One eyebrow rose. “Maybe because you’ve been acting strangely since the moment you walked into my office.”
“What if I just missed you?”
Something soft moved in his eyes, and I found myself completely obsessed with his expression.
Aside from the brothers, no one had ever looked at me like that. With any significance. Like I mattered. And after nearly twenty-five years of going without, I was starving for it.
I cupped his cheek.
He turned his head to the side and kissed the inside of my palm. “I missed you too. Now, why don’t you tell me what this is really about?”
Oh, he was sweet. And how I hated to ruin such a sweet moment with something so… vulgar .
I pouted. “Killian’s being mean to me.”
He grinned. “And how is he being mean to my baby? Did he fuck you too hard by the pool?” The hand that was curving around my neck moved down and played with my breast.
My breath caught, and I shook my head.
“No? Then tell me, little monster. How is my brother being mean to you?”
I opened my mouth but couldn’t get the words out. Fuck.
His grin went up a notch. He was enjoying this.
I squirmed on his lap, but that only pressed the plug against his hard thighs in the worst way possible.
I fell forward until my forehead was pressed up against his chest.
“Baby?”
“I need you,” I said, my words ending on a small whimper.
“Yeah?” he asked darkly. “How do you need me?”
“Please, Maverick,” I said, pressing down on him.
He tugged on my hair until I was looking at him. I was sure my eyes held my desire for him.
The dress I wore had ridden up my thighs now, and Maverick looked down, taking in all the expanse of my exposed skin.
He wrapped one huge hand on my thigh. The other, he used to pull my dress up, revealing the pink panties Killian had put on me, further up to the expanse of my tummy, up still, until the bottom swell of my breasts came into view, until finally, he had the skimpy dress pulled off me.
He threw it on the floor, out of reach from me. I fought against the urge to cover myself. Instead, I straightened, sitting high and proud on his lap, like my own throne, where I reigned over him. Him and his brother.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growled, bending over and taking the aching peak of my nipple into his mouth. I arched toward him, my fingers running through the strands of his hair.
He pulled away from me, his eyes animated. “What do you need?”
I tugged on his hair roughly and gritted out, “Fuck me.”
He smiled savagely at me. “Your wish is my command, little queen .”
I tugged on him harder, bringing his face up, and kissed him. My teeth nibbled his bottom lip as I kissed him roughly, moving my tongue against his, taking in his addictive taste.
He grabbed my hips with both hands and hoisted me up on his desk, pulling away from the kiss. A cry of protest escaped me, and I reached for him. He stood up, moving away from my grasp, and looked down at my body. His heated eyes lit a blazing fire that trailed over my skin as he rummaged for something in his desk drawer. My breath caught when I saw the silky red tie on his hand. Without a word, he grabbed my wrists and tied them together.
Then he raised my arms up. “Hold on to the edge of the desk, and don’t let go.”
I gulped and did as he asked. He grabbed my panties and slid them down my legs. He let them drop on the floor before turning back to me, the blue of his eyes nearly dark.
I rubbed my legs together. He watched me, not saying anything for a beat.
Then, “Spread your legs, baby, and show me what’s mine.”
A small sound came from the back of my throat at the commanding note in his voice. Slowly, I did as he asked.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Look at this. Look at you, making such a mess. Should I lick you clean?”
I whimpered, not knowing how to answer him. My legs fell open a little more from his words, and he smiled.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Leaning down, he took a long swipe up between my legs. He must have noticed the butt plug then because I felt him tense slightly. He positioned my legs up slightly so he could see better.
For a moment, we didn't say anything. He kept his eyes on me. I could feel arousal dripping out of me and onto the desk beneath.
Maverick ran his hand up and down my crease, stopping when he got to the flat surface of the plug.
His smile was pure wickedness. “Killian?”
I mutely nodded.
“Fuck, is my baby feeling needy?”
My grip on the table tightened. “Yes,” I hissed.
I watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down enough to free his huge cock. The fact that he wasn’t undressing fully while I was very much naked was enough to drive me crazy.
He palmed his length and gave himself several rough strokes. He squeezed the mushroom tip, precum coming out.
I licked my lips, my toes curling at the sight. He came up to me and directed his cock toward my entrance. My eyes closed, and a tortured sound escaped my lips when he thrust inside me, stopping when he was in to the hilt.
Fuck. A full feeling took over, even more intense with the plug inside. I clenched down and my body convulsed at the sensation.
I gasped, writhing on the desk. He pinched my nipple roughly.
“Keep your hands on the table. Don’t fucking move.”
I twisted away from him, but he clamped down. I stilled and lowered my hands to the edge of the table.
“Good girl,” he said, soothing the pain away with gentle touches of his palm.
Then he fucked me.
“Oh, God!” I shouted at the sensations. The convulsions in my body intensified. My orgasm hit with a boom.
I didn’t even realize I had reached my peak until I found couldn’t hold myself up. I was just free-falling at this point. Tears stung the corners of my eyes as Maverick continued to fuck me, his hand reaching down to play with my nipple right before he slapped the side of my breast. The supple flesh trembled from the sting, and I twisted my body around, trying to escape.
My second orgasm came when I was barely done with the first.
A sob moved its way up my throat. Maverick quickened his pace, his thrusts short and hard.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to still him or, at the very least, slow him down.
It was pointless.
I turned my head away.
He flicked at my clit before rubbing the bundle of nerves roughly.
Another tortured cry escaped me.
“Look at me,” he said harshly. I opened my eyes and obeyed.
Fuck, but he was beautiful.
The expression in his eyes pushed me over a third time. He pulled out of me mid-orgasm, and I reached for him, wanting him back.
He slapped my pussy once.
“Hands back where they belong. I won’t tell you again, little monster.”
I would have asked him what he would do if I moved my hands again, but the crazed look in his eyes stopped me. I moved my hands back up, the binding around my wrists straining. Maverick pushed my legs further apart and carefully removed the plug. I watched as he reached inside the same drawer where he had gotten the tie, and took out another item. I recognized the small bottle right away.
Lube.
“You must have put a lot of thought into this drawer,” I muttered.
He didn’t answer me. Just smiled that devilish smile of his, and uncapped the bottle.
I jumped slightly when he squirted it on my back end, taking his hand and running it on and in me until I was well lubricated.
He rubbed his hands gently over my thighs. “I’m going to take your ass, and you’re going to be a good girl and thank me at the end, won’t you?”
I made a choking sound, especially since he had pushed one finger inside my ass, fucking me softly with it.
“Baby?”
I nodded.
Satisfaction glinted in his eyes. He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. But he didn’t let me wait long. He grabbed his cock and slowly directed it inside me.
He paused halfway, and the hand rubbing my thigh continued its soothing movements. “Is this okay?”
I nodded.
“Give me your words, little monster. I need you to tell me you’re good. And if at some point you don’t like it, tell me, and we’ll stop.”
I could feel my gaze softening as I took him in.
“I’m okay. It feels… different. But good, as well. I don’t want you to stop.”
He nodded, a low grunt escaping his lips.
He pushed all the way inside, pausing and giving me time to adjust.
I took a deep breath, and when I got used to the feeling of him filling me, I nodded.
He began to move his hips back and forth at a slow, steady pace. His eyes never strayed from my face, as if looking for any signs of distress. I was far from it.
He kept up the pace, his skin flushed as he brought his hand up to play with my clit. It didn’t take me long to fall.
I closed my eyes and let go, my hoarse screams echoing in the small space of his office. Maverick came soon after, his cum spilling inside me, creating such a perfect mess, I could feel pleasure driving up and down my spine.
He pulled out of me once he finished and lifted me up in his arms, walking us to the large couch on one end of his office. He lay down with me on top, his arms banding around me, keeping me steady.
I burrowed into him, inhaling his scent. Another perfect first experience.