Her eyes are swimming when she looks up at me, but she obeys immediately. Her breathing comes faster as I shove the ring between her teeth and buckle the straps behind her head. I’m not sure if it’s out of fear, after what happened the last time she wore it, or desire. I hope it’s a combination.
I make quick work of freeing my cock, then grab the chain on the collar and use it to pull her open mouth over my hard length. She squirms when I hit the back of her throat, making a choked sound. I pull back a little, then push in slowly and pause.
Struggling to keep her gag reflex in check, she makes a muffled protest, her throat stuttering with the effort.
I pull back out and lean down to her. “What are you going to do about it?”
Vulnerability softening her face, she shakes her head.Nothing.She’s sinking deep into subspace. Leaning her head back, she capitulates, opening up to my complete dominance.
Accepting the gift, I lean down and spit in her mouth. “That’s right. There’s not a single thing you can do.”
She gasps, but there’s no disgust or protest. She just sits there, staring up at me as if I’m her whole world, swaying lightly as she sinks deeper.
I push into her mouth again. “Relax your throat,” I say when I reach the back and she starts making choked sounds.
After a few strokes in and out, saliva starts dripping from the corner of her mouth. She reaches up to wipe it off, but I swat her hand away. “Hands behind your back.”
She gives a small whimper but obeys, keeping her hands behind her while I pick up my pace, alternating between slow strokes and fast thrusts. I don’t get all the way inside her throat. And I don’t need to. The feeling of her warm mouth, the sight of the spit down her chin, and her open submission are more than enough. It only takes a few minutes before pressure builds and there’s that telltale tingle at the base of my spine.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum, Jenna?”
She nods eagerly around my cock, and that eager submission is what pushes me over the edge.
“Christ, Jenna,” I growl, bracing myself on the table as the pressure releases and I shoot my cum into her mouth.
The release is hard and fast, like something I’ve been holding back for too long finally snapping loose. My entire body locks, jaw clenched, breaths short. Heat floods through me in a sharp wave, and for a moment, my mind shuts off. It’s even better than the first time.
Jenna sputters around me, cum spilling through the gag, around my cock. I draw back, just a little.
“Swallow,” I demand.
Her throat bobs repeatedly, and her eyes flutter as she struggles to swallow. More cum and spit drips out around the gag, but she manages to swallow most of it.
I pull out, reeling for a moment. Then I bend to check, and there’s only a trace of white on her tongue. But I want her to have it all. I drag the back of my finger up her chin, collecting the spilled cum. She remains completely still, panting and staring at me with wide eyes.
Slowly and demonstratively, I advance my finger through the gag, into her mouth without touching her lips. With the same careful pace, I press it down and drag it over her tongue, smearing more cum onto it. I repeat a few times, feeding her all the cum I can gather. Then I take out the gag and pull her into my arms.
“Such a good girl. So submissive. When the time comes, you’re gonna willingly go upstairs to let Killian use you. Aren’t you?”
She draws a shuddery breath. “Yes.”
I smile. Because this is working. A feeling of power expands in my chest. Somehow, I made her trust me and desire Killian despite the way we tore her life apart. Such a reckless little girl. But most of all, I find her strong. She’s opening up her heart and risking everything to achieve her dreams and find connection. It’s a strength neither Killian nor I possess. But maybe—just maybe—this sweet, submissive girl will make us open up as well. I already feel my own defenses crumbling. It’s unsettling, but also so very right.
27
The Gift
Jenna
Killian is already waiting in the piano room when Ian takes me there for a lesson a week after our dinner. I tense at the sight of him, but only a little. I’m still nervous about bumping into him around the house when I’m alone, but I’m getting used to having him at my side when we’re playing. And more so, I feel recklessly safe when Ian’s here.
I keep my eyes averted while I wait for Ian’s order to join Killian at the piano—I’m still not ready to willingly be close to him. But instead of issuing the usual command, Ian grabs the back of my neck and leans close. “I’m tired of having to cover my piano benches in towels to make sure you don’t soil them, so I’ve found a solution.”
Heat flares across my face, and seeing Killian’s wide grin makes my stomach churn with the realization that this won’t be another regular lesson, simply sitting beside him and playing.
“I have found something that will keep my bench cleanandkeep your unruly hips in place.” Ian pauses for effect, then releases me. “Go see for yourself.”
Killian, who’s standing behind the piano, looks down demonstratively, and I know something’s there, waiting for me. Something I don’t want.
