"That feels so fucking good."
She took him deeper and he groaned.
"I need more room.” Bastian set down the peppermint candy and grabbed the throw blanket. “Come over here." Gesturing toward the middle of the living room he expected her to follow and she did without pause. Running his hands over her breasts, down to her hips, he smiled and trailed kisses along her skin. It had been well worth the wait. She loved the way his hands felt on her skin.
"I've wanted you inside of me for a very long time." She sat up and grabbed the back of his head. "Please fuck me hard.”
"Be careful what you wish for." He moved her hand, then flipped her over and pressed her upper body down into the blanket so her pussy was at the perfect angle to be entered. He slid himself deep into her core with one solid thrust, and she moaned.
Every muscle in her body tightened and released as Bastian pounded into her over and over again. She used to think she wanted him to make sweet love to her, the two of them ogling one another as they looked deep into each other's eyes, but this position, his handling of her, and the sexiness of their time together so far exceeded all of her fantasies. This was so much hotter.
"I'm gonna come."
"That means I'm doing something right." He laughed and smacked her ass. "You're such a naughty girl, Kay. Fucking your brother's best friend on your parents' living room floor on Christmas. So naughty and yet so nice."
"That's just how you like it," she snipped in between moans. "You've always loved my wild nature. I bet you've imagined this moment almost as much as I have."
"You'd be right." He slapped his palm against her ass a few more times. "Come on, you naughty girl."
"Fuck," she whispered. Somehow, he found the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and she climaxed over and over again. Just when she thought she couldn't fly any higher, he reached through her legs, and tugged her clit in between his middle and pointer fingers. "Bastian!"
“Come on. I want to hear you, baby girl.” He increased the speed of his fingers. She screamed when he tore one climax after another from her. Her nerves were overstimulated, and she was breathless. He hit his own peak as she came down, and she shuddered when he pulled himself out of her. They stayed still for a few moments, savoring the glow, before Bastian pulled her up into his arms, and situated them on the couch together.
Five
Questions flitted around in Kayleigh's brain, though she tried to quiet her thoughts. She trailed her fingers over Bastian's stomach as she curled against him, but even his body couldn't distract her from the endless internal commentary. Where would this lead to? Could they have a regular relationship without the dominant stuff? No, to be honest with herself, she didn't want a normal everyday relationship with him anyhow. Would she move in with him? He'd said no expectations, but for fuck's sake, she needed some sort of verification. After several more long minutes of silence, she opened her mouth.
"Bastian?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I have more questions."
"Don't overanalyze."
"But—"
"Relax. I said to relax. I wasn't even kidding about the ball gag. You are getting worked up again when the whole point of this is to turn off the worry for a few days."
"I've got too much going on in my head." She stood up and stretched her arms out. "I'm trying to relax, but it's like a typhoon in there."
"Let's see what I can do about that." He got up and walked out of the living room.
"What do you mean?" Kayleigh trailed after him and heard the sound of running water upstairs in the bathroom. She worried her lip, but he poked his head out into the hallway and grinned. It didn't ease her anxiety at all. "Tell me."
"It's more of a show thing." Bastian took her hand and led her inside. The sweet scent of vanilla and gingerbread wafted through the room as the bathtub filled with bubbles. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tugged her hair up into a bun and then secured it with several hair ties. She giggled. "Your hair won't win any awards, but it's out of the way."
"Thank you." She giggled again when he picked her up around the waist and lowered her into the tub. The water was the perfect temperature, warm and inviting. She sank down with a sigh. "Thank you so much. This is just what I needed."
He perched on the edge of the tub while the water level increased, and then reached over to turn it off. "I'm going to go make us something to eat. Call for me when you're ready to get out."
"I can get out by myself."
"Call for me." Bastian leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Okay?"
"Yes, Daddy." The title slipped out before she even knew what she was saying. "I will."
Kayleigh sank deeper into the tub and let the bubbles rise to her neck. He smiled warmly and then left the bathroom, leaving the door open. It felt so natural to address him as Daddy. She’d been silly not to see it all those years ago. No that wasn’t it. Part of her saw it, but she had refused to acknowledge it. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.
