Page 64 of Killian's Vengeance

She gave me an impish smile. “Of course, I do.”

Fuck, I loved her. She was so fucking adorable and sexy I could barely stand it.

“Come on,” I said, roughly and pulled her toward one of the more private play nooks. I’d still never played publicly with Willa. I didn’t want all those lecherous assholes to see her sweet pussy, hear her moans, watch her come.

No. Fuck no.

“What are you doing?”

I flashed her a heated smile. “Kidnapping you.”

Her laughter was like wind chimes as it floated up to me. “You can’t kidnap the willing.”

I turned and gave her a dark stare. “You’re supposed to be pretending, Willa.”

She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. She was horrible at role play. I jokingly play acted with her all the time—marauding pirate, lusty boss, punishing headmaster—but it always ended with her gales of laughter, then her moans of surrender. Her little schoolgirl outfit tonight was in deference to one of those joking scenes. And had nearly given me cardiac arrest.

“Right, sorry. Oh my god, I’m being kidnapped,” she said without much inflection.

I shot her a deadpan look and she shrugged. “I’m a bad actor.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart, you’re good at a lot of other things.”

She flushed and shot me an adorably pleased smile. Fuck, she was hot. “Take off your shirt,” I ordered, and she eagerly complied. Fuck, her body was beautiful—smooth, soft and pale. Her skin took impact beautifully and sometimes I’d spend long minutes just staring at the marks I’d left on her body.

I grabbed her and strapped her to the St. Andrew’s Cross while she put up the paltriest of resistance. “Oh no, help me.”

I gave her two heavy swats on the ass. “Stop your terrible acting, captive, it’s distracting me.”

She wasn’t laughing anymore. She was groaning in pain. “Damn, you hit hard.”

“I know.”

All shackled up and looking sexy as hell, she stared back at me over her shoulder, true worry blossoming on her gorgeous face. “What are you going to do?” She looked as fearful as a true captive and it turned my dick to stone.

I leaned and whispered in her ear. “Everything I did to you before, minus the bull whip. We don’t have the space to wield it.” Not that I’d had any intention to use it. It was way too much for Willa. She didn’t have the tolerance for the bullwhip and wouldn’t enjoy that kind of pain.

She relaxed for a moment, but then tensed again. “Caning?”

“Definitely caning.”

She gave me an exaggerated pout which earned her another two spanks.

“Ow,” she squealed. “Are we starting with the flogger?” she asked with eagerness. She’d gotten more familiar with the impact toys since we’d been together, the flogger being a particular favorite of hers.

I didn’t answer, just let the tassels of the flogger trail against the pinkened skin of her ass. She tensed slightly as the leather stroked her sensitive skin. I watched her closely and the minute she relaxed, I landed the first strike.

She jumped and groaned, but as I landed blow after blow, her ocean blue eyes became glassy and limpid. I made sure to rub her soaking wet pussy frequently enough that she was practically flying by the time I finished, a small smile on her beautiful mouth, her ass glowing red hot.

“You like that, beautiful?” I rubbed her scorched skin, knowing my rough hands added to the sensation, the confusing and captivating intertwining of pleasure and pain. She hadn’t come, but she was beautifully blissed out.

“Mhm,” she said, as I tugged her head back by the ponytail, kissing her deeply. I kissed her constantly, as though the years I’d deprived myself needed to be made up for. Our tongues twined as she groaned and squirmed, her need for orgasm starting to build.

I grabbed the cane. Even though I knew it hurt like hell, I fucking loved cane marks on her ass. I rubbed my hand against her ass, then slid my fingers inside her, then rubbed her clit until she was on the verge of coming. She writhed and twisted, trying to get my fingers to finish what they started. I spanked her twice for her trouble.

“Please, Killian,” she moaned.

She was ready for the cane.

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