“What are you doing?” He carries me up the stairs. A low growl leaves his lips with each tread of the staircase.
“Teaching you a lesson.” His arm holds my thighs against his chest and my head bobs against his back.
I wriggle my ass as he goes up the stairs; the drop looking awfully precarious from this angle. A slap to my bottom with a loud crack causes my body to jerk.
“Hold still.”
The anticipation of what he’s going to do to me is too much to bear, my centre throbs, dripping with arousal, he must be able to sense it with my ass practically in his face, his arm wrapped around the top of my thighs, almost touching the dampness of my shorts.
Walking down the landing towards his bedroom, I hold my breath, but he bypasses the door, heading into the bathroom instead. He flicks the light on, turns on the shower and lowers me in the tub, under the spray of freezing cold water.
I scream. The icy blast hitting my skin is enough to douse out any furnace. “You asshole.”
He folds his arms over his chest and laughs. A proper belly laugh, too, at my expense. I lift my leg to get out, but he steps closer. “You’re not getting out until you’re willing to behave and stop torturing me.”
Cold water drips from my hair, soaking my vest until it’s transparent. He notices too, staring at my pebbled nipples through the fabric. A shiver travels down my spine, but I can’t tell if it’s the cold water or the heated stare that’s causing it. “Please Kane.”
“Please what, petal?”
“Take care of me.”
“I’m trying, Vi. Lord knows I’m fucking trying, but this greedy pussy of yours just won’t let up.”
With his body tense, the vein in his neck ready to burst, he turns and stomps out the door. “Don’t come down until you’ve learnt your lesson.”
Heat morphs to anger. I said I wouldn’t kiss him until he’s ready to accept us, but I can’t keep fighting this pull towards him. I’m not as strong as him. Why won’t the bastard just give in?
I pull off my drenched clothes in a huff and turn the temperature up in the shower. After washing my hair and the slickness from between my thighs, I’m more annoyed than hot. I towel off, then dress in full pyjamas and a t-shirt.
With damp hair, I pad into the living room. Kane relaxes on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table. Some action movie plays on the screen. His tongue darts out, wetting a Rizla as his gaze roams my body. He looks satisfied and pats the cushion on the sofa, gesturing for me to sit.
I reach over his lap, my loose tits bounce in his face, making his brow furrow. A giggle escapes, and I snatch the hoodie from the arm. “Chill out,dad. I’m covering myself like you asked.” I pull the black hoodie over my head and drag the wet strands of hair out, letting it pile in the hood.
Relaxing back against the sofa, I kick my feet up on the coffee table, almost touching his.
Kane holds the joint he’s rolled in front of me. “Are you gonna be a good girl?”
I nod, and he releases the spliff, allowing me to take it. He flicks the zippo, then goes back to rolling another. A floral aroma fills the air as I inhale and the flavour lingers on my tongue.
Kane lights his joint and relaxes back against the cushion. His arm rests against the back of the sofa behind me as he casually exhales a plume of floral smoke.
“What are you watching?” I lean over Kane to flick the ash in an ashtray precariously balanced on the arm of the sofa.
He doesn’t flinch, just staring at the screen. “Die Hard.”
“Isn’t that a Christmas movie?”
“The best Christmas movie ever made.”
I huff. “Are you serious?”
He turns his head, showing me just how serious he is.
“Everyone knows the best Christmas movie of all time is.” I tap my finger against my lips while I try to think of my favourite movie and I actually can’t name one. It’s never been my favourite time of year.
His hand curls around my shoulder. “What’s up? Can’t think of a better one, can you?” He pulls me close, tickling my ribs.
I giggle, holding my roll-up in the air, so as not to burn anything. My head lands in his lap. I gaze up at him to see a genuine smile etched on his face. I love him relaxed and playful with me. “In truth, I’ve never seen any, not even this one.”
