Chapter Five
Kayleigh nuzzled against Bastian's chest as she sat on his lap. One of his hands rubbed her back which soothed her mentally as much as physically. They stayed there for a while, and she loved the security his arms brought. It was better than the warmest blanket.
"Do you feel better?" He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then planted another on her cheek.
"A little bit," she admitted. "Are you going to kiss me for real?"
Bastian caught her bottom lip in between his teeth and then kissed her. Her pulse quickened and she moaned. He kissed her like she was the air he needed to breathe, and as cliché as it sounded, it felt fucking perfect. They made out, an art which had fallen to the wayside over the past few years, for her at least, and she allowed herself to enjoy every moment. He broke the kiss first.
"You're amazing, Kay."
"You're not so bad yourself."
"I'm not so bad?"
Kayleigh leaned in and licked a long line up his neck. She savored the way he tasted, having imagined it for so long, and then kissed him hard. Fuck. They could stay like this forever, and she wouldn't even mind. "I could kiss you all damn day."
"Is that really how you want to spend the holiday?" He grinned.
"No. I've been thinking about the other activity you mentioned." Her mouth twitched up at each end, and she looked down. The thought of the two of them having sex brought a flare of heat over her. "Or something along those lines."
"You mean the consequence I mentioned earlier which caused you to tell me through clenched teeth about the nerve I had?" He tilted her chin up with one finger until their eyes met at the same level. "Is that what you're talking about?"
"Forget it." She fought the urge to devour his mouth again. The wetness in between her thighs distracted her as well. How much more turned on could she get? Though it would have been easier to just tell him, she picked the opposite route. Here goes nothing. "I guess fucking no longer sounds fun to you."
"I thought you were in a better mood, but the snark flying off your tongue says otherwise."
"So, what are you going to do about it?" Kayleigh cocked an eyebrow. Bam. Gauntlet thrown.
Bastian clenched and relaxed his jaw as he studied her face, presumably searching for some indication of what she actually wanted. He released his hold long enough to flip her over his knees. Shoot. What the heck had flickered across her features? Though the two of them hadn't spent much time together over the past year or so, she did tell Rhett everything. Yes, everything. Probably some things she should keep to herself, but did Rhett then share all of her struggles with Bastian? They were best friends, so it shouldn't surprise her, but did her older brother secretly want them to wind up together?
"Oof." Kayleigh landed with a groan and it knocked her thoughts back to the present. Three sharp taps hit against the very top of her right thigh followed by the same number and intensity on the left. His palm seared the sensitive juncture, still sore from the earlier round, and she kicked her feet out. Bastian hooked a leg over hers, locking her in place. Part of her regretted the challenge she'd thrown out, but the other sang in relief. She'd tested. He'd responded. "I'm sorry!"
"You'll be more sorry when I'm done with you."
"I didn't mean whatever you thought I meant."
"No more talking. I made a shiny new ball gag last weekend, and I'm happy to test it on you."
"You make those? What else do you have in your bag of tricks? Should I be—" She gasped as her panties were stuffed into her mouth. The fabric pushed against her tongue, and the shock forced her to breathe in through her nose. Holy fucking hell. She'd thought she couldn't get any more aroused, but he proved her wrong. Kayleigh didn't know what was worse: Having Bastian punish her like a naughty little girl, or realizing how much she enjoyed it. She groaned as each slap resonated and again as the pain registered. Her skin burned like she had been sitting out in the sun all day, and yet he continued on. She'd demanded this reaction, and it spoke volumes about her current state of mind. Bastian truly understood why she acted like this with him. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. For so many years she could have been his already, and they both could have been getting what they needed.
* * *
Sebastian ran his hand over Kay's pinkened cheeks. After the first round of correction, only a tiny blush had remained, but this round left her heated globes with a deeper hue. He'd also targeted the tender sit-spots more which would make sitting for the next few hours a bit uncomfortable. "Are you done?"
Kay nodded her agreement.
"Good." He turned her over so she laid face up in his lap. Sebastian removed her panties from her mouth and wiped away the line of drool that followed. She blinked up at him, her eyes red from crying, but she didn't speak. Had he pushed her too far? Even though they had a long-standing history, he wasn't her boyfriend or her Dom. They weren't in a relationship. Then why had Kay poked so hard? She'd rung the bell, and he'd answered the call. He just hoped it was the right decision. "Now do you feel better?"
"I think so." Her voice sounded hoarse from the panties stealing the natural moisture of her mouth and she coughed.
"Let me get you some water." He slid her onto the couch, grabbed the holiday throw from the top of the couch, and covered her shoulders. Sebastian got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge then returned. "Here."
Kay drank a few big swallows and nodded her thanks. "All of that was for real, right? I mean if we were to take things further, that would be the equivalent of a punishment."
"I'm not entirely sure what you're asking, but I wasn't playing. I reacted the way I would if we had rules established and you disregarded them. Respect is a big deal in every relationship but even more so in the dynamic I mentioned. Does that answer your question?"
"Sort of." She drank a few more sips from the bottle. "I could have fought you."
"Easily."
"Somehow you knew I wouldn't."
"Your statement isn't entirely true. The ramifications—"
"We're not in a courtroom."
"Yeah. I'm aware." For a moment, he wished they were. Facing down the opposing legal team while in a heated legal battle put him in his element. Hoping he knew what Kay wanted from him on a snowy day at the end of December, placed Sebastian outside of his normal scope. "Moving forward, sweetheart? Don't interrupt me." He took her right hand in his. "I want to make sure I'm clear on something. Am I to accept any challenges you throw as consent from here on out, Kay?"
"Perhaps, but I need more to go on. What are you asking to do with that consent?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I'm asking for you to let go. Let me make Christmas special for you. No worries. No expectations. I want to spoil you like you so richly deserve."
"You didn't spoil my ass a few minutes ago."
"Okay, I'll revise my proposal. I want to spoil you rotten when you listen and do what you're told, and punish you thoroughly when you don't." The thought of using toys on her in every way possible, as well as raining attention down on her, filled him with deep satisfaction. He wanted to make her his forever, to be cherished the way she’d only dreamed of. His offer wasn't just for Christmas day as Kay might believe. It was his hope that, after a few days, he would prove how amazing their relationship could be. "What do you say?"
Kay blinked at him for several seconds, and she seemed deep in thought. "Spoil in a little kind of way or in a more adult sort of fashion?"
"Both. You would have two important rules. The first one is to relax. The second is also simple. If you feel uncomfortable from anything we're doing, then I want you to tell me right away."
"Even if I tell you two minutes after I agree to your magical Christmas terms? I want this in writing."
"Yes, even after a small window of time. Do you really want me to draft something, sweetheart? With my vast use of legal jargon, you might need a translator and an array of advisers to get out of it."
"Ugh. It was a stupid thought. No drafting! I think it might be ill-advised for me to agree to your conditions while I'm naked and with burning thighs, but I'll agree to your proposal. One day. No commitments. Two rules. A temporary contract of sorts."
"I never said one day." He flashed his biggest smile, the one typically saved for after he clenched a victory on a tough case. "Christmas varies in its length of time depending on what culture you follow. I would say I am culturally diverse. I celebrate them all." His smile widened. "There is also a blizzard still raging outside. I can't possibly leave until the roads are clear."
"You're like epic in the courtroom, aren't you?"
"If you're curious enough to do an internet search, I'm one of the top ten lawyers in personal injury litigation in the country, but I'm not bragging."
"Did you get an award? A fancy plaque? Oh, I know! You won hordes of sexy new clients beating down your office door."
"Nice deflecting skills, but we're not focusing on me today. I think we should flip that coin again." Bastian reached over and plucked the coin from the coffee table. "I'll let you do the honors this time." He tucked the silly coin into her hand. "And you even get to pick the outcome."
"Wow. That's a brave proposition. Heads? I suck you off. Tails? You go down on me." She flipped it in the air, and caught it. "Call it."
"Tails."
She peeked under her fingers. "Aw, it's heads."
"I can't even complain."
Kayleigh tugged his shirt up and over his head then ran her hands over his chest. He was more muscled than she’d expected, and she fought the urge to leave bite marks along his perfect abs. "You've got too much clothing on." She shifted her position to work his pants off and then bit down on her lip. She ran her fingers up to the opening of his black cotton boxer briefs and froze.
"You seem a bit spooked." Bastian placed his hand on top of hers. "Kay, we don't have to do anything you don't want to."
She shook her head, then crawled to the other side of the couch. Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, wondering what had shaken her to this point. Could it be her inability to relax, or was it something more? He followed her path but then he knelt down in front of her. Somehow he would ease her worries, no matter what it took.
* * *
Kayleigh listened to the awful commentary in her brain. What if he thought her technique was awful? What if she didn't live up to his expectations? Where had the sultry goddess who had been rubbing up against his crotch earlier run off to? What the fuck was her problem? Sebastian Cruz, the man she'd dreamed about since forever, was inches away from her. His expression changed into one of concern. Fuck. She was blowing this. Bastian ran his hands up her legs, and she parted them, still aroused from everything he had done. He took advantage of the action and dipped his head in between her thighs to lick along her clit.
"Oh." She dug her fingers into his hair. He slid two fingers into her core and pressed his thumb against the tight rosebud of her back opening. "Holy fuck." He pumped his fingers in and out of her while he laved his tongue on her most intimate parts. She rose up on her tiptoes and tapped her feet up and down as she orgasmed. He flicked his tongue against her clit, and increased the speed of his fingers, bringing her to another climax. "Bastian!" Kayleigh threw her head back as a powerful orgasm hit her. The things this man could do with his tongue should be illegal in all fifty states. "Please," she breathed out in a gasp. "Too much."
Bastian kissed her inner right thigh, and then joined her on the couch. He pulled her on top of him, and nuzzled her while she drifted back down to reality. "Just breathe, Kay."
A deliciously naughty idea flitted through her mind, and she winked. "You're freaking incredible, Bastian. Let me return the favor." She abandoned the couch and plucked a candy cane off the decorated tree, unwrapping the cane with a smile. She stuck it in her mouth while climbing on top of his legs and then coaxed his dick out of the opening in his boxers. Kayleigh ran her hand up and down the shaft, loving how he reacted to her, and then licked a long line from the bottom to the top. She breathed out once she got to the tip, and his body shuddered underneath her hands. Kayleigh played with the peppermint stick in her mouth for a few moments and then repeated the combo.
"Kay…" His fingers tangled in her hair, but she kept going, leaving minty kisses along his cock, adding another layer of sensation to the experience. Or at least, she hoped it did.
"You told me to breathe," she taunted. Kayleigh twirled the cane and then popped it into his mouth before she took his hardness into her mouth and sucked. Her free hand continued to rub along his shaft, and he groaned.
"That feels so fucking good."
She released him long enough to pull back and catch his eyes. "Yeah?"
"Come here." He let the hold on her hair go long enough to tug them both onto the floor, with her on the bottom. He'd had the sense to set the candy down on a coaster somewhere along the way. "You are so beautiful." Bastian ran his hands over her breasts, down to her hips, and trailed kisses along her skin. "So fucking beautiful."
"I've wanted you inside of me for a very long time." She sat up and grabbed the back of his head. "Fuck me hard."
"I'm definitely a sadist, baby. 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. Fuck. 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. So naughty."
"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, 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. "Oh my god, Bastian." He increased the speed of his fingers, bringing her to another climax and reaching his own peak. Kayleigh shifted her legs to allow him to get up. He pulled her with him, all the way up into his arms and returned to the couch.