Chapter Sixteen
Kaos
Iwoke up to a note on my nightstand that read: “Pavlova is ready. I want you on the table by nine. We’ll eat.”
My heart thumped as I recalled our conversation from two days before.
We were supposed to do fun things yesterday, but of course I had to go and have that massive drop when we’d returned from the city.
I thought those happened only after being in subspace, but I’d never had anyone take care of me that way to know the difference.
But today was my day.
The note read innocently, but I was sure the way Spiro had written “on” the table instead of “at” was on purpose, and not just an ESL mistake.
Despite showering last night, I prepared myself again, from hair, teeth, to my bum and toes.
I didn’t bother putting clothes on, which had been a good call as when I entered the dining area, Spiro was sitting at a chair, completely naked.
His parted thighs framed his two cocks, hanging one on top of the other, as his four tentacles floated in the air on his sides.
The wicker basket at his feet was packed with an unusual array of items, but I could only recognize restraints and a glass bottle of olive oil. The table was spotless except for the blueberry-studded pavlova in the middle of it.
“Good morning, Kitten.” His low voice sent butterflies into my stomach even this early in the day.
“Morning. I see you’re ready for breakfast.” I gestured between him and the dessert.
“Yes.” He raked his gaze over me. “And you prepared it for me.” He extended a tentacle toward me, and I took it, letting him pull me into his lap.
I nuzzled his gills and raked his earlobe with my teeth. “Where do you want me?”
“On the table. On your back.”
I sprang to my feet and climbed onto the polished surface while Spiro set the pavlova aside.
“Do you want to know what my plans are?” He spread my hands and my bent legs, then ran a hand up my calf, raising my hair there.
I stretched; anticipation building in my gut. “Surprise me. But I assume the dessert will be involved.”
Spiro’s lips quirked. “Can you stay still on the table?”
I mulled that over. “I can’t promise that.”
“Then I’ll secure you to it. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. Then I won’t have to focus on not moving.”
He bent over to retrieve something from the basket, giving me a full view of his round ass cheeks and muscled thighs. If he turned his legs into tentacles to swim for hours or days in the ocean, no wonder he was so ripped.
Spiro emerged with a set of four pairs of padded leather cuffs connected with a chain and proceeded to attach them to the legs of the table. He wrapped one around my wrist and tightened it.
“How does this feel?”
I rattled the chain, then tugged on it. The restraints stopped me from moving my hand more than a few inches, but didn’t dig into my skin.
“I like it.” I wiggled my bum and offered my other wrist.
“What’s your safeword?” With my hands bound, Spiro did the same to my ankles.
“Strawberry.”
“Good. I’ll stop at red, yellow, or if you tell me to slow down, okay?” He caressed the top of my foot, then tickled the sole.
I yelped and pulled it, giggling. Except it only moved a little until I had to set it down on the table. “Yes, Chef.”
“What’s your color?”
I tugged on all restraints, and my stomach flooded with arousal mixed with panic.
What if I wanted to run? I looked at my hand and noticed that the cuff was loose enough for me to wiggle out of it.
Then I glanced at Spiro, standing to the side with an open expression as if waiting for me to say no.
But both of his cocks were hard and glistening with pre-cum already.
His eyes glowed soft red whenever he was deeply aroused. Now, he definitely was.
And just like that, any second thoughts evaporated, and I spread my knees wider. “Green.”
Spiro swallowed audibly and approached the table in two quick strides. He took my lips in a gentle but demanding kiss, his tongue tracing mine, his breath becoming my own.
I moaned, frustrated that I couldn’t slide my fingers into his hair, or wrap my legs around his waist. I rattled the chains.
Kaos’s evil chuckle vibrated against my lips before he pulled away. “Are you still okay with the restraints?”
I stuck my tongue out at him. “Yes.”
He zapped my thigh with a tiny dose of electrical spark.
I gasped at the tingly sensation, then purred as the hair on my leg rose. “More,” I whispered.
“I didn’t hear that.”
Bullshit. Of course, he did. “Please.”
Nothing happened, so I glared at Spiro. His eyes were focused on the place he zapped, then on my cock, which thickened in the process. “I’m not convinced you really want it, my kitten.”
“But…but—”
“Time to eat.” He set the fancy round plate with the pavlova on the table next to my hip. “Just to triple-check: you’re fine with blueberries, right?”
“Yes, I am.” I opened my mouth.
He traced a blueberry over my bottom lip, then popped it in. Since I had just woken up, I wasn’t hungry yet, but the sensation of the sweet fruit caressing my tastebuds was heavenly. Everything with Kaos was more intense—every touch, stroke, kiss, or morsel of food he might feed me.
He kissed the corner of my lips as he stung the side of my ass cheek. I moaned into his mouth and strained to keep him with me when he pulled away and hovered his upper tentacle above my body. The anticipation of whether he’d strike elevated, becoming the only thing on my mind.
The next zap landed on my groin, making my dick twitch.
“How does it feel?” He leaned over to place an open-mouthed kiss on the spot.
This was how I’d die. Exploding from the mix of electricity and tenderness.
“Stings. In a good way.” I thrust my hips up, asking for more.
Spiro traced his electric appendage across my cheek and along my neck, until he stopped at my nipple.
He met my gaze and sent a zap through it, then licked it with the flat of his tongue.
The cool wetness after the sting propelled liquid arousal to flow through my body.
Spiro repeated the trick on my other nipple, then paused with the tentacle above my dick.
Breathing fast, I nodded.
He sent a jolt through it, and it spasmed. I mewled at the new sensations of pleasure. He then spread my pre-cum over the head of my cock, flirting the tip of his tentacle over my slit.
“Did you ever play with this hole?” Spiro’s voice was low, his eyes glowing pale red, his cocks twitching with every move he made.
“No. Maybe I was waiting for you to do it.”
“Cheeky Kitten.” He released lubricant from his sucker and wiggled just the slim tip into my cock.
I whimpered at the fullness in a new place. “So good.”
Spiro fucked into the end of my urethra with great care, secreting more of his antiseptic goo as he went.
Making high-pitched sounds, I pulled on my restraints. I was about to writhe, but Spiro snapped two of his lower tentacles across my chest and pinned me to the table.
“You have to stay still for this.”
“I can’t.”
“I’ll help you.” He held me as one of his upper tentacles continued moving in and out of my slit, while the other zapped my perineum.
“Oh, fuck! I strained against his hold. That was intense, the jolt seemingly going from my ass to my insides.
Spiro’s expression was of ultimate focus as he teased my pucker. The slim, lubricated tip prodded my hole, but I was tensing, lifting my head to see how he was filling my cock.
“Breathe and let me in.”
“You’re not a vampire.” I giggled and relaxed my muscles.
He chuckled. “The mouth on you. I should fill it… later.” His tentacle slid past my ring of muscle, but unlike before, he didn’t continue deeper.
“The hole in your dick isn’t wide enough for me to reach your prostate through there, so I will tease it the traditional way.”
“Tradi—Ah! Fuck, Spiro!” He massaged my p-spot, igniting a fire from the inside that spread through my body.
I trembled as I skirted the edge of release.
But it felt different from any other time before.
Maybe it was because my dick hole was plugged too, but quite possibly it was Spiro’s considerate and precise movements.
I gripped the edges of the bed, digging my fingernails into the wood. Spiro watched me with glowing eyes full of something more than arousal. How was he doing this without wanting to come right away? I could never have his patience.
“You’re so perfect.” Spiro’s whispered words hit me right in the heart.
“I’m so close.”
Spiro shook his head. “Not yet.” With utmost care, he extracted the tentacle from my dick and kissed the parted slit as he retreated from my ass.
“Why?” I whimpered, tears prickling my eyes. The emptiness in both of my holes was infuriating and arousing at the same time. He was playing with me, and I fucking loved it.
“You know the answer to that.”
I nodded. Edging would make for a more earth-shattering orgasm later. “Even though it’s not Thanksgiving, you will stuff me like a turkey?” I said instead.
Kaos grinned, shaking his head. “No.”
“What if I asked nicely? Oh Spiro, would you—”
Spiro slammed a tentacle over my mouth, sending me into giggles. I licked the sucker on the underside, meeting his gaze.
He parted his lips, and a low growl rose from his chest. Taking his tentacle off, he replaced it with his lips for a slow but deep kiss. When he pulled away, he unbuckled the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
“Come on, I’m already on the table.”
“We’re getting there. How about some sugar first?” He reached for the pavlova.
I sat up abruptly, my lubricant-covered ass squeaking against the table, and opened my mouth.
“Gimme.”
Spiro playfully glared at me, then broke off a piece of the dessert and placed it on my tongue. I closed my lips around his finger and sucked. Balanced sweetness tickled my tastebuds as the pavlova melted.
Spiro groaned, watching my tongue work. “Do you like it?”
I released his finger and smacked my lips. “Yes! It’s so good.” I opened my mouth and waited.