Kai

Hessa's performance was epic. Not only did she look and sound like a dream, but you could feel the audience getting into her songs. Her lyrics had a way of pulling you in and relaying a feeling. Some songs were introspective, others were about the great unifying emotion of love.

By the end of her three songs, the crowd jumped to their feet applauding. From my corner of the stage, I sat back and just watched her light up. It was like I could physically see her self-confidence jumping by leaps and bounds as the applause extended out. Her face was split in a radiant smile. She threw kisses to her Beach Squad girls in the first row. She bowed and then came over to me.

I felt like my chest would burst with how proud of her I was. I wasn't a brainiac English teacher, and therefore didn't have the words to express how I felt. So I gave her what I could: my love. I kissed her beautiful red lips, took her hand in mine, and walked her off stage.

I wanted to tell her I loved her, but bit my lip to keep the words from spilling out. This was not the time, nor the place. She deserved to be in the spotlight and I wasn't going to distract her from this moment.

The moment we got to the chairs, people swarmed around her, wanting to congratulate her and talk to her. I got pulled away in the rush and went back to the stage to pack her things up for her. If I couldn't be by her side, I'd be in the background supporting her.

As time went on, the crowd began to disperse. I made my way back to Hessa as Brinley and two men I'd never seen before approached her. The guy in a suit introduced himself as a Sony Music executive.

"I enjoyed your songs, Ms. Woodland. If you have more, I'd like to hear those too. Give me a call." He talked fast and handed her a business card with a number handwritten on the back.

Hessa stared down at the card and then back at Mr. Suit. "Th-thank you!" She quickly shook his hand and watched him walk away, jaw hanging open.

Before anyone could say anything, the Beach Squad girls rushed Hessa, grabbing her and jumping up and down. Squeals of excitement filled the air as I backed away. That huddle was no place for a man. The other guy that was with Brinley backed away just as quickly and came up to me to shake my hand.

"DJ Lush. That your girl?" His curly blond hair was in some sort of mohawk formation, probably quite flammable from all the product in it. I may not see the appeal for that type of hair, but he pulled the look off.

"Yep. Looks like things just broke for her." I couldn't seem to wipe the smile off my face. I watched her jumping and laughing with her girlfriends, the jubilation of facing her fears and coming out of it a massive success lighting her up from within.

"Make sure you tell her to get her music to that guy ASAP. He doesn't give out his number very often, so he must've really liked what he heard." With those parting words he moved to walk away.

I stopped him momentarily with a heartfelt thanks and fist bump. I knew he'd been the one to get him here tonight.

"Thank Brinley. She's one of a kind. Figured if she liked Hessa, she must be pretty special too."

I looked back at the huddle of girls, seeing them with new eyes. I always thought girl squads were just a gaggle of girls that laughed a lot and took ridiculous selfies. I should have known that Hessa wouldn't be involved in that sort of thing. The friends she surrounded herself with were the real deal. They supported each other and loved each other unconditionally. We'd all be so lucky to have friends like that.

And then Bailey screamed "Selfie time!" and they all crammed together while she extended her arm and snapped a picture on her phone.

Hessa

After the concert, I'd meant to celebrate with Kai back home, but I basically collapsed into bed in a sleep coma. All the nerves from the week leading up to the fundraiser, along with actually performing in front of a crowd, had sapped my energy.

When I woke up Sunday morning, Kai wasn't in bed next to me. I pouted, wanting to snuggle and enjoy a weekend where we didn't have to rush off to work. A noise outside my bedroom had me sitting up. In walked Kai with a tray of food and a single lily in a vase. A love-sick, goofy grin split my face.

"Good morning. Ready for breakfast, my superstar?" Kai sat the tray on my lap and climbed carefully into bed with me. He picked up one of the cups of coffee on the tray and sipped, watching me intently.

"Morning. Thank you for breakfast in bed. Why such special treatment?" I surveyed the eggs and toast, cut up fruit, and coffee laid out before me.

"Figured we'd celebrate today, starting with breakfast. Plus, I gotta make sure you don't forget about little ol' ukulele-playing me when you meet some hot celebrity guitar player when you sell your first song." Kai winked at me and I knew he was kidding, but I hoped he didn't have any doubts about us.

I took a big bite of eggs and slurped my coffee. "I'd totally reassure you right now, but I've barely eaten all week and I'm starving!" I said with a mouthful of deliciousness.

Kai laughed and settled against the headboard with his coffee. I loved how easy it was to be around each other. I could be sleep disheveled, shoveling food in my mouth, and he still thought I was adorable. That made him a keeper.

I was still chewing my last bite when Kai hopped up and took the tray off my lap.

"Chop, chop. Time to get dressed." He reached down and pulled me out of bed despite my whining and feet dragging.

"What is with you, Kai? Where are we going in such a hurry?" I was normally a much nicer morning person, but after last night's craziness, I was hoping to have some downtime today.

"Just get dressed and I'll tell you on the way." He cupped my face in his hands. "Trust me, you'll like the surprise." Then he kissed me and I tried to deepen the kiss by running my tongue along the seam of his closed lips. He groaned but pulled away.

"Don't distract me, woman," he growled. Then he slapped me on the ass before leaving the bedroom.

Kai pulled the car up to the curb and I glanced around, not recognizing where we were in Costa Mesa.

"Are you going to tell me now?" I'd asked him repeatedly in the car, and each time he'd smirked and kept silent. The boy knew I liked to have things nice and orderly. I think he enjoyed stringing me along with no clue what was going on.

"Payback's a bitch, just so you know," I told him before grabbing my purse and exiting my own car.

The fucker just laughed. I rolled my eyes and pretended to be disinterested when he came around and wrapped me in his arms.

"Don't be mad, Ono," he whispered in my ear. "It's time to put your name on my body."

My head popped up, almost whacking him in the chin. "Tattoo?"

He smiled, grabbing my hand and tugging me along to the tattoo shop a few storefronts away that I hadn't seen yet.

"Oh my God! You're going to do it now?" I was running alongside him to keep up. I was so excited yet oddly nervous about this step in our relationship. I mean, come on. He was incorporating me into a tattoo that would forever be on his body!

When we reached the tattoo shop, he pushed me up against the building, his eyes burning into mine. I was so caught up in his warm body pressed against me, I didn't feel the cold bricks running along my back in the early morning air.

"When you love someone like I love you, Hessa, you don't wait to tell the world. And you aren't afraid to tattoo it permanently on your body."

My eyes widened and my heart started beating out of my chest. I wasn't sure if I'd heard him correctly. His eyes morphed into that green shade I'd come to love. His voice sounded like sweet music.

"I love you, Ku'uipo."

And then he kissed me, his hands holding my face, then traveling south to pull my hips into his. This felt like more than a passionate kiss from a lover. It was a sacred promise. A vow to always love me. To always back me up when I faltered. To keep me safe. To have someone jump in the waves with me.

I would have spent the day with him like that, canoodling on a public street, but my sister rudely interrupted with a lewd whistle from the shop doorway only feet away.

"Get a room, you two! Actually wait, scratch that. Get in here and get your tattoo first." She winked at me and then went back inside, giving us a moment to collect ourselves.

Kai was breathing hard as he pulled back, putting much needed space between us. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back in, not ready to break the moment. Making sure I had his full attention, I told him clearly, "I love you too, Kai."

I could have sworn his eyes dilated and his face relaxed. It was like my words were the magic he needed hear to finally be settled.

"I will always miss my island home, but with you here, the mainland is now my home." He kissed me one last time and then dragged me into the shop, holding the door open for me, ever the gentleman.

Back at my house, I put on the lingerie I'd asked Bailey to pick out for me last week. The plan had been to put it on last night after my concert, but I figured tonight would be even better timing. He'd lit my soul on fire by saying he loved me. We'd gotten tattoos. Yes, even I got a tattoo. I'd called the Sony executive after our tattoo session with my sister and I had a meeting set up next week with him.

We had a lot to celebrate.

I pulled the red lacy thong up my thighs, loving the soft scrape it made on my skin. I couldn't wait for Kai to take it back off. A matching, red bustier pushed my breasts into the stratosphere. I was hoping it wouldn't cut off my air supply before Kai got to see me in it. On top of that naughtiness I pulled on my tightest black pencil skirt, the black high heels Kai had once commented on, and a white button down shirt.

As all busty girls know, usually a button down shirt is a definite no-no because of its peek-a-boo nature. But for tonight, that was part of my seduction plan. My black glasses firmly in place and my hair in a topknot completed my naughty schoolteacher look.

My first attempt at seducing Kai had ended in humiliation, but I was a smart girl and I learned quick. No alcohol beforehand this time.

I rushed around the room lighting all the white candles I'd bought last week. I'd bought out the store of their gardenia and jasmine scented candles. As a final measure, I synced my phone to my speaker, selecting a Hawaiian Spotify playlist. I was hoping to recreate a taste of his island home. One day, I hoped we'd go to Hawaii together and I'd get to experience his childhood love.

Kai was due home any minute from Ivan's house. He'd had to try on tuxes with Ivan and Dean. As badly as I wanted to see him in a tux, I was saving that reveal for Esa and Ivan's actual wedding day. Besides, I needed time to prepare my den of seduction, gosh darnit.

"Hessa?" I heard Kai drop his keys on the table by the front door.

Show time, baby.

I sauntered slowly out of my bedroom, meeting him in the middle of the living room.

"Wha--"

I placed a finger on his lips, shushing him. "You're late, Mr. Kāne. Looks like you're getting detention today."

His eyes widened and I swore I could see the wheels turning in his head. The green of his eyes came out and the air thickened around us, letting me know he'd figured out my game.

"Yes, ma'am," he conceded, doing a damn good impression of contrite student.

I grabbed his shirt and led him to my bedroom where I'd show him exactly what detention entailed in Ms. Woodland's private school. I kicked the door shut, not that anyone would be barging in, but it made the whole thing a bit more naughty behind closed doors. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw his eyes widen, taking in the candles, the music, the overall ambiance.

"Sit." I pointed to my bed, then crossed my arms over my chest, knowing the buttons were threatening to pop, giving him an eyeful of cleavage.

He sat on the edge of my bed, pausing to adjust the front of his shorts, for what I couldn't possibly guess.

I stalked over to stand directly in front of him, heels putting my breasts right in his face.

"Eyes up here, young man." I smirked, unable to hold back the curve of my lips. This was funny as hell, yet still hot, truth be told.

Kai dutifully brought his eyes up to meet mine. His held no amusement, only heat. He liked the sexy dominatrix teacher routine. Interesting.

"In detention, you have to do as I say, no matter what. Is that understood?" I tilted my head and gave him 'the look', one eyebrow up in question.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll do absolutely everything you tell me to. And nothing more." Now he was smirking at me, challenging me to keep up this charade in order to get what I wanted too.

I shrugged my shoulders, looking around the room before zeroing back in on Kai. "It's a bit hot in here, don't you think? Take my shirt off."

Kai's hands slowly trailed up my thighs, over my hips and between my breasts. Buttons popped open, one by one down my front. He took his time opening my shirt, finally revealing the red bustier by pulling the shirt down my arms.

His hands left my body to rest as clenched fists on his thighs. "Anything else, ma'am?" he gritted out between clenched teeth.

"Hmm...you know I've been pretty stressed this week with all these misbehaving students. I could really use a massage. Can you handle that?" I moved my breasts just a fraction of an inch closer to his face.

"Depends. Are you looking for me to use my hands or my lips?" He was focused on my ample cleavage, tantalizingly within reach.

"Mmm..." I let a groan slip out before I could pull it back. "How about both?"

"As you wish, ma'am." He spun me around and the way he manhandled me so easily made my stomach melt and my pulse race. I was only five minutes into this role-play and I already wanted to say forget it. I didn't want to be his strict teacher any longer. I wanted him to take control of my body and have his wicked way with me. My plans for becoming a dominatrix went up in smoke.

His hands were tracing down my spine, unhooking the bustier and releasing my breasts. I could finally breathe with the restriction gone. That only lasted for one inhale because Kai took that opportunity to start his massage. Of my breasts.

He knew just how to pay the right amount of attention to get me writhing on his lap. I reached down and shimmied my skirt up to bunch around my waist, no easy task given the tight nature of the fabric and the girth my thighs spread to when seated. With only my sheer thong covering my assets, I felt every nerve ending attune to what was going on in Kai's pants. I ground down harder, finding enough friction to take me right over the edge if he would just continue the breast massage a bit longer.

Of course, he chose that moment to stop, his hands lying demurely on the top of my thighs. "What else can I do for you, Ms. Woodland?"

I had to restart my brain several times to remember what game we were playing and the appropriate response. "I think there's only one thing left for you to do." I stood up, backed up a few paces away from him, and pushed my skirt down to the floor and stepped out. "It's time to fuck me, Mr. Kāne."

Kai

She stood there, in just her red thong, black heels, and glasses. Her face was flushed and her breasts were pink from my hands. I wanted nothing more than to throw her down on this bed, sink into her warmth, and fuck her senseless. I'd never had a sexual fetish before, but now that I'd had a real, live sexy teacher standing before me in the flesh, and nothing but the flesh, I realized that I could quite get into this roleplaying thing.

"What? No spankings in detention?" I asked innocently.

Her eyes grew big, the thought of spanking obviously never entering her mind, which I loved about her. So kinky and yet so innocent at the same time. I stood up, pulling my t-shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. My zipper was the only sound in the room as I slowly removed my shorts. I palmed my erection, loving how her eyes dropped down to watch, entranced.

I stayed where I was, letting her watch as I stroked up and down my length. "Take off your panties." I was done taking orders. Done playing her student.

She pulled her eyes away from me and stepped out of her thong. She bent down to take her heels off, but I stopped her, barking out another order. "Keep the heels on."

She straightened up and let me look at her. Just a few short weeks ago, she'd been so shy about showing me her gorgeous body, trying to cover up and hide from me. I was happy she'd gained confidence in herself and realized I idolized every curve she had.

"Get on the bed and lay down on your back." I stepped to the side to allow her access to the side of the bed. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, ripping a groan from my chest at the sight. When she flipped over to lie on her back, she had a proud smirk on her face.

The smirk died a quick death when I startled her by lifting her legs and placing her heels on my shoulders, pulling her to the edge of the bed. We both groaned at the intimate feel of each other. No clothes, no barriers, just skin on skin.

My hands danced along her legs, feeling her from ankle to hip before settling on her waist in a tight grip.

"I love you, Ku'uipo." Then I thrust into her, giving us both the pleasure we'd been waiting for. I set a rough pace, not able to hold back any longer. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, which made me take her harder, just to see the show.

Hessa reached up and ripped her glasses off her face. She was groaning in between each slide of my cock into her body. One of these days I was going to make her sing to me while I made love to her, just so I could hear that beautiful voice wrap around me. I fully intended to introduce spanking to our bedroom fun, too, but tonight, I didn't want or need any of those things.

I just wanted her.

I wanted her orgasm. I wanted her fancy words. I wanted her eye rolls when I went anywhere barefoot. I wanted to watch her eat and moan with pleasure. I wanted to help her grade papers on the weekends. I wanted to watch her bend over backwards to help her students. I wanted to take care of her and worship her for as long as she'd let me.

When I couldn't hold back any longer, I dropped my hand between her legs and gave her what she needed. Her legs tensed on my shoulders and her eyes went soft. "I love you too, Kai." And then I saw the pleasure sweep her under, her back arching, offering me a view I'd never get tired of.

"Always..always...always..." she muttered incoherently.

I tumbled after her, knowing she was mine forever, just like the new tattoo on my back stated.