Chapter 37
KYLIE
Luc held my gloved hand while we walked back to his place, dropping it only to enter the code at the front door.
I repeatedly pressed him, after learning the surprise was in the playroom, every nerve ending in my body was on edge.
By the time we were back at the house, and I had stripped out of my coat and snow pants, my entire body thrummed in anticipation.
It was always like that when we were together, and that became more and more lately. I joked that when I came over after work each night, saying I was leaving to support the household. Luc took advantage of the off-season and had finished reading the Cosmere, leaving me behind in the first trilogy.
I had a home-cooked meal every night. At first, I thought Luc had hired someone to cook for us, but then I arrived home early to find him in the kitchen with pots, pans, and recipe books open on the counter.
It turned out that he’d always loved cooking, and it was his goal to learn more this winter.
Besides cooking delicious meals, he planned elaborate play sessions. It was hard to remember where I was sexually before we met. With one small command from him, I was ready.
With a pat on my ass, “Go, be ready.”
Ooh.
“Yes, sir.”
The fireplaces in the bedroom and the playroom were on, creating warm and inviting spaces.
Leaving my bulky clothes in the primary suite, I moved into the playroom, discarded my clothes, and dropped to my knees.
There was a new piece of furniture in the center of the room, draped with a large sheet.
This must be the surprise that Luc had mentioned.
Patience had never been my strong suit, but I had learned how much Luc loved to test mine. The more agitated I appeared, the more he would delay any contact with me. I loved it.
Once I was on my knees on my pillow, my mind emptied of any thoughts. My ears strained for the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, but I only heard him talking to Liam. Only the senses remained as my brain emptied.
My heart pounded as I heard his heavy boots hit the stairs, only for him to walk past the playroom and into the bedroom. My gaze remained a few inches in front of me as I waited. It felt like an eternity had passed by the time his bare feet came to rest in front of me.
“Are you cold?”
“No, sir.”
He then walked away, heading toward the newest addition in the center of the room. I heard the whoosh and felt the rush of air as he flipped the sheet off it and dropped it on the floor.
“Eyes up, Kylie.”
When I looked up, I found a bondage horse, which I had only seen in photos. He had spared no expense.
Arousal bloomed, and I waited for him to call me over.
“Come.”
While I had waited, Luc had set out several toys, including both vibrators and anal plugs. We had yet to have anal sex. The play we had so far moved my thoughts on it from a maybe to a definite yes.
“Climb on.”
Following his directions, I climbed onto the horse. The mahogany wood was beautifully stained and well-padded for comfort. In comparison, the horses I had seen in the past were downright primitive.
“I’m not taking your ass tonight. I won’t do that for the first time while you’re tied up. Okay?”
I nodded, relieved. While I was open to it, I didn’t want to experience it for the first time while bound. It’s not something I would like to try gagged, either. We had worked the boundaries of the trust between us, and Luc had only gotten better at anticipating my needs.
Shivering, I waited for him to strap me to the table. He surprised me by not using a blindfold. While I could see everything he did in front of me, I could only guess what he was doing behind the table.
His hands massaged my shoulders, forcing me to relax into the horse. I rested my cheek down on the leather pad, the position opening my pussy and ass for his complete access.
His hands rubbed my ass, spreading my cheeks.
“Baby, I can see how much you want this. You’re already so wet.”
I heard the opening of the container of lube and felt the cold liquid as it hit my back entrance. Luc used his fingers to spread the liquid before pressing a plug inside and turning on the vibration.
I moaned with the invasion as his fingers found my clit, expertly circling it and quickly bringing me to orgasm.
Moving from my clit, Luc pressed two fingers deep inside me, scissoring them to stretch me.
When I felt the addition of a vibrator stretch inside me, I tensed up at the overwhelming sensation of fullness.
“How are you doing, Ky?”
Luc could be commanding and borderline cold when we played, and it was part of what made our sessions perfect for me. But when he checked in, his tone was always soft and concerned, and I always trusted him to stop.
“Green.”
“Good girl.”
He followed his praise with a quick slap on my ass. The sting against the skin was secondary to what the contact did to the plug and vibrator still buried deep inside me. The contact tore a long, low orgasm out of me.
His clothes dropped to the floor, and he moved to the front of the horse. It was then that I realized my head was perfectly in line with his hard cock. I licked my lips, and he laughed, fully amused.
“Does my girl want to be filled up?”
“Yes, please, sir.”
“Can you snap your fingers?”
I demonstrated it to him, and he was satisfied that I could send a signal if he crossed a line. He moved directly in front of me. Frustrated, my tongue darted out in an attempt to taste him. The flavor I had come to recognize as his, salty, yet uniquely Luc, exploded on my tongue.
He pressed his stiff cock into my mouth as I relaxed my jaw and made room for him. He groaned when he hit the back of my throat.
“This mouth is going to be the death of me.”
I hummed around him in pleasure, the vibrator pushing me over the edge once more.
He wasn’t gentle as he fucked my throat, hands on either side of my head, holding me still. I came once more, then his cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed deep.
He bent to take my mouth, his tongue dipping in without hesitation. Luc quickly moved to the back of the horse and stopped the vibration, easing both toys out of my holes. I winced, both in response to the sudden emptiness and the soreness left behind.
He released my arms and legs from the bindings and scooped me up in his arms. I loved the orgasms and the play, but more when Luc took care of me afterward. My head dropped to his shoulder, and I flopped into him.
“Bath time.”
I nodded, knowing that my body would need the heat of the bath water to relax the muscles that had been tensed while I was tied up. I sat on the bathroom counter as he ran the bath and poured some Epsom salts into the water.
“Thank you, Luc. I love you.”
His eyes bored into mine, watery and full of emotion.
“No, Ky. Thank you. I love you, too.”
His hand cupped my cheek, and he brushed his lips against mine. My mouth opened in reflex, his tongue swept inside, and my fingers tugged at his short hair.
When the water reached the correct level, he carried me to the tub and climbed in, easing us both into the water. Leaning into him, my back to his front, I let my entire body relax.
“I’m so glad I don’t have to work tomorrow.”
“I’ve never been one to say I told you so, but it’s always worth taking a recovery day after vacation.”
“Yeah, I’ve learned a thing or two about proper recovery.”
Later on, when we curled up in bed, I had time to hope. If this were our future, I could live my life as a very happy woman.