“I suppose we better get up and shower. What are you going to do today?”
Killian grinned. “Finish putting up the decorations that you bought. I think I also want to practice my woodworking in my garage. It’s been a while since I’ve had the spare time to devote to it. I miss it, to tell you the truth.”
“What are you making?” I had seen several of Killian’s projects and he was good. In fact, he was very good. He could have probably become a professional woodworker but he loved his veterinary business far more. But woodworking offered him a relaxing outlet, so I was glad to see him pick it up again.
“I thought I’d make you a hope chest. Or maybe just a chest, if you don’t need to hope for the future.”
My arm around Xi, I half-turned, making sure not to roll over on Klaus, and kissed Killian again. “I’d love it if you made me a chest. Cedarwood?” I loved cedarwood. It was protective against moths, and it was magically protective.
“Really? You wouldn’t think it was corny?” He looked radiant.
I smiled. “I’ve wanted a cedar chest for years, but I never thought to buy one.” I sat up, pulling the blankets around my chest to keep myself warm. Even though the heat was a comfortable seventy degrees, the wind was blowing fierce, and it had to be close to forty degrees outside. “You might want to wait on the rest of the decorations.”
“You might be right on that. That wind is going to knock over anything I try to put up today. And it’s probably knocked over what I put up yesterday. I’ll take care of the decorations later this afternoon if the storm has died down. As far as your chest goes—the one I’m making, not the one I’m staring at—I can definitely make the liner out of cedar. The outer shell will be oak. That way you’ll have the best of both worlds on both a magical scale and a mundane scale. The oak will keep it from getting marred up, and the cedar will protect everything inside of it.”
I smiled and started to turn back the covers. “Do you want to shower together?” I asked.
“Of course. Then we’ll go down and feed the cats and feed ourselves. What do you think about waffles for brunch? I can call Tally over if you like. Or we can keep it private between us.”
“Of course, call your sister over. I like her a lot and we had a lot of fun shopping yesterday. Waffles sound great. Let’s go clean up because I’m starting to get hungry.” I smacked him very lightly on the arm, and he grabbed my hand, kissing my fingers before letting go.
“Are you a dirty girl?” he asked, winking. “I like my women dirty.”
“Go on with you,” I said, jumping out of bed. Killian smacked me across the butt as I leaned over to grab my robe from where it had fallen on the floor. I stood, staring at him, rubbing my backside. The smack hadn’t hurt so much as made me tingle. I was beginning to wonder about myself because the thought of letting him spank me was starting to turn me on.
“What are you thinking?” he asked. “You have the strangest look on your face.”
“I was thinking…” I paused, wondering what to say. I wasn’t sure how vanilla Killian was. He showed some tendency toward kink, which was fine with me because I wasn’t entirely vanilla myself. It took the right person to bring out my kinkier side. And apparently, I had found him.
“Come on, tell me,” Killian coaxed. I got the impression he knew what I was thinking.
I exaggerated rubbing my butt. “Oh, about the fact that you seem to enjoy spanking me,” I whispered, keeping my gaze on his, tensing as my nipples hardened again.
Killian noticed. He reached out his hand and gently grasped my wrist, pulling me down over his knees. His erection poked against my stomach, and I realized he was hard again. “Are you sure you want this?” he whispered.
By the rising tension in my nether parts, I realized that I did, indeed, want it. “Yes, please.”
Very slowly, he eased me off his lap, and made me sit on the edge of the bed. “Stay right there.”
I sat very still, butterflies filling my stomach. They also were flying around other places in my body, and it was hard not to squirm. I rubbed my legs together just enough for him to notice.
“I told you to sit still. I’m going to have to punish you now,” he said, a slight smile crossing his face. He reached down and opened the middle drawer of my nightstand, where I kept all my goodies. Slowly he pulled out a long, thick dildo and some lube. I watched, unable to speak, realizing that one of my fantasies was actually coming to life. As he lubed up the dildo, he kept one eye on me.
I was panting now, anticipating what he was going to do to me. But I wasn’t afraid. I knew Killian wouldn’t hurt me.
“Do you need to be punished?”
I nodded, flushing. “Yes, please.” I clutched the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting the sheets. He sat down and slapped his lap and then pulled me across his knees. With one hand, he parted my thighs as my breasts bounced over the side of his thigh. He gave one of them a quick squeeze and I gasped as his erection hit square in my stomach, hard as a rock.
“Take a deep breath,” he said, then slid the dildo into me. I tensed. The lube was cold and dripped down on my clit, making me tremble. As he thrust the dildo in as far as it would go, I squeezed my legs together to hold it in place. And then, carefully—keeping his strokes on the edge of pain but not quite crossing the threshold—Killian began to spank me. I let out a long moan, so turned on I could barely stand it. And then, before I could say a word, I came hard, squirming as the orgasm rocked my body and I rocked my pelvis, the dildo wide and hard inside me.
“Hold still. What do you want me to do?” he asked. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck me,” I said with a groan. “Please, fuck me.”
Killian thrust the dildo in and out of my vaj as I squirmed against it. “I want you, in the shower. But first, blow me.”
I started to reach back, to pull the dildo out of me, but he smacked my hand away. “Leave it. On your knees.”
Horny beyond belief, I kept my legs together, holding the dildo inside, as I slid down on my knees in front of him. He leaned back, resting on his hands as his head dropped back, his hair trailing behind him.
I took him in my mouth, sucking hard, licking him from the base of his cock to the tip. I pressed my lips over the head of his cock, then lowered my mouth to form a tight suction around him as I began to bob up and down. Reaching down with one hand, I fingered myself, even as I used my other to squeeze the base of his cock. A moment later he came, loud and bellowing, foaming into my mouth. I swallowed his salty cum, and at that moment, triggered my own spark as I rubbed my clit hard and came yet again. As Killian’s cock stopped throbbing, I let go, letting the dildo slide out.
I looked up at him, shaking my head. “We need to start talking fantasy more often.”
“I knew you weren’t fully vanilla, but I wasn’t sure how far outside the box you liked to play,” Killian said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I love you, you know? You’re beautiful. I love the way your hips curve out, and I love your breasts, and everything about you. And I have to say, I enjoyed spanking you. I’ll never hurt you, but if you want something—if you have a fantasy—let me know and I’d be happy to fulfill it.”