15. Kiera
KIERA
As much as I hated to see Leo go, at least Dom disappeared with her. The house was quieter in their absence, and with Dom gone, I finally felt like I could breathe.
I wasn’t sure what had crawled up her ass, but one thing was clear; she wasn’t interested in answering any of my questions. If I wanted answers, I was going to have to find them myself. And I was running out of places in my little cage to search.
Except the South Wing…
Just the thought of that haunted old hallway sent a shiver down my spine. But it made sense, didn’t it? Why be so cagey about it if she wasn’t hiding something back there?
If she caught me there though… I shuddered to think what kind of hell there would be to pay. Would it be worth it, facing her rage head on, getting berated or kicked out or worse?
I wasn’t even sure exactly what I would be looking for. But the only way to find out its significance was to search it.
Spencer stood from the couch with a groan, shaking her head. “These Neanderthals can’t even be bothered to clean their own plates. It’s a wonder we don’t get pests around here.”
I laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Are we categorizing Dom as ‘not a pest.’”
Spencer chuckled, scooping up Dom’s plate. “Depends on the day. She has her moments.”
Standing, I moved to grab Leo’s plate, but not before Spencer snatched it out of my reach, and mine with it. “Nuh-uh, Bunny. You leave the cleaning to me.”
Stacking the plates haphazardly in one hand, she used the other to gestured to the doorway with a flourish. “Care to join me in the kitchen, m’lady?”
Giggling, I feigned a deep curtsey, “It would be my honor, good sir.”
As we traipsed into the kitchen, Spencer headed for the sink while I propped myself up on one of the counters. Munching on a leftover pain au chocolat, I let out a groan. “God, these things are delicious.”
“It’s not nice to tease me like that.” Spencer shook her head, rinsing off a plate before popping it into the dishwasher.
“Like what?” I giggled, lifting a hand to cover my mouthful of food.
“Like that,” she gestured to me. “You know how much I like watching you eat.”
“You have to be joking. What do you want me to do, stop eating in front of you?”
“I didn’t say that,” she growled, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel before pressing between my legs, caging me in on the counter with her muscular arms.
“Then what are you saying?” I raised an eyebrow, taking another bite of the pastry.
Her eyes flicked down between my legs as a mischievous grin tugged at her lips. “That I want a taste.”
“Then take it.” Matching her grin, I held the pastry up to her lips, shocked as she opened her mouth for a huge bite.
I laughed as she chewed. “Pretty good, right?”
“Mhm,” she murmured before swallowing. “But I can think of something that would taste even better.”
Before I could say another word, her right hand snaked into my hair, pulling me forward for a kiss while her left roamed over my thigh. Wasting no time with gentle teasing, Spencer’s kiss was deep and furtive and tasted of chocolate.
If her fervor was anything to go off of, she hadn’t been joking about wanting a taste of me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she devoured me whole.
“Tell me,” she breathed against my lips.
“Tell you what?”
“How she took you. Leo.”
A nervous laugh bubbled from my chest. It was one thing to have gay sex, and another entirely to talk about it with the other person I was fucking.
But it would be a lie to say the idea didn’t excite me.
“What do you want to know?”
As I sat up on the counter, Spencer’s lips drifted from my mouth down my neck, teasing my collarbone with light nibbles. “Who started it?”
“...Me. Or, um…” It was hard to sort through the order of events with Spencer’s hands drifting up my shirt. “I tried to kiss her. And then she… put a finger in. And made me smell it, taste it.”
“God…” Spencer groaned. “And how did it taste?”
“Good.” I bit my lip as her deft fingers traced over my nipple.
“I bet it was fucking delicious.” With her free hand, she trailed down my body, rubbing teasing circles over my panties. “What else?”
“Um, she ate me out… and then…”
“Details.” Spencer commanded, a teasing smile painting her lips as she pulled back to look at me. “Only seems fair since you two left me out last night.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but she stole the words from my lungs with a flick over my clit before crushing her lips down onto mine. I melted into her touch, letting her tongue press deep and passionate against my own.
When she pulled away, I could hardly breathe. But she kept those fingers teasing my clit as if nothing had happened. “Tell me how it was.”
“It was perfect,” I panted, tilting my hips harder against her hand. “She laid me on my back and spread my legs and… god I was so wet. She put her tongue inside of me and fucked me with it before… fuck. Before my clit. Before making me come.”
“Oh, Bunny, you sound so pretty when you come. I need to hear it again. Louder.”
My head fell back, a groan tearing through me as she slid my panties to the side and began to play with my wet entrance.
“And then what did she do?”
“She… said it would be a shame to waste my come. So she climbed on top of me with…”
Before I could finish the sentence, Spencer grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand over her crotch. “This?”
The feeling of her bulge made me shudder with excitement. “Fuck, do you really always have that on?”
“On special occasions,” she laughed. “Every day with you feels like one, though.”
My hand wrapped around her cock, stroking to match the pace of her fingers teasing at my entrance. Then she lowered her lips to my ear, her voice breathy and dangerous. “Finish your story.”
“Then, she… fucked me. She sunk inside of me and soaked the strap, touched my… my clit. And hers. She fucked me until I came on it. But… I think she wanted more.”
“I bet she did,” Spencer laughed. “Leo might have you fooled with that nice guy act, but I promise Bunny, she’s a sick fuck. And once you unleash that monster… there’s no chaining her back up.”
“Oh god, Spencer.” I squeezed my eyes shut, rocking my hips to guide her fingers inside of me. “I need you to… fuck, I want to come on your hand.”
Spencer laughed, sinking just a knuckle deep before curling her finger inside of me. “Look at you. You’re a soaking wet mess begging for my fingers on the kitchen counter. What happened to our innocent little straight girl?”
“I’m not innocent.” I growled. “And I’m definitely not straight.”
It was something we’d all known for a while now, but it was the first time I’d said those words aloud. And it felt… freeing.
Despite all of my fears about leading them on or being confused, it was clear now that I liked both of my saviors. But my third captor? I wouldn’t touch the monster that was Dom if she paid me all of her fortune. I didn’t even want to think about it for long.
Still, two for three isn’t bad.
I leaned forward, pulling Spencer in for another deep, chocolatey kiss when a text tone pinged from her pocket. Keeping her lips against mine until the last second, she pulled out her phone, holding it just past my shoulder as she skimmed the message.
Then, with one last kiss, she stepped away from the counter, tucking her dick back into place. “Sorry to cut things short, Bunny, but we’ve gotta bounce.”
“Where are we doing?” I tilted my head, trying to ignore the deep pulsing ache between my legs.
“I can’t spoil your little surprise. But I promise you won’t have to wait long.” She smiled, holding out a hand to help me down from the counter.
“But…” I looked back at her over my shoulder as she ushered me toward the door.
“No questions. Go get dressed.”
For what? My mind rattled through all the different places in town that Spencer might choose for a date. Unless we weren’t going to town at all. Did I need sneakers? “What am I supposed to wear?”
But Spencer’s answer only raised more questions. She smirked from the base of the stairs, watching me climb up. “Something you don’t mind ruining.”