She panted in my ear, too caught up in the sensations to beg me for anything. My dick, strangled by her tight pussy, started to pulse. Faster and faster I thrusted, content to reach my pleasure and finally claim Reese’s body with my own.
My lower body tensed and with one final hard pump, my dick exploded, and tingles covered my body. My seed splashed in Reese’s womb, filling her up and coating my cock. Pleased and relaxed for the first time in a long time, I pulled out of her and watch as my cum drips out of her pussy. It was like a beautiful canvas.
“Oh God, Kane,” Reese breathed. “I never thought… That was just… Wow!”
Moving around to the head of the bed, I took off her blindfold. She blinked up at me a few times as her eyes adjusted to the light. After kissing her lips lightly, I unbuckled the first strap. I unhooked it from her narrow wrist and kissed the marks it left behind. I did the same after each strap.
When Reese is freed, I took her in my arms and held her closely, putting her back to my stomach. I nibbled the top of her ear lightly and she giggled.
“Now isn’t being a good girl and trusting me better than your punishment?” I asked quietly, knowing that she is close to sleep.
“It’s better than anything I could ever imagine,” she replied.
Her breath evened out and soon she was blissfully asleep. I held her close, glad to have a new pet in my life.
Chapter Twenty-One
Reese
I woke when the sun came blindingly into the windows. It reflected off the snow outside, making the light extra bright. I pulled one hand up to shield my eyes and ran the other hand over the cool sheets next to me. I was blindly searching for Kane’s big body, but after a few minutes, I realized that I was in bed alone.
Rubbing my eyes a bit, I sat up. There was a note on the bedside table. It read: Come downstairs to the kitchen immediately. I picked it up. It was Kane’s handwriting. Figuring it was best to obey, I pushed the sheets off my legs and greeted my Sunday morning with a stretch. My body was slightly sore from the night before, but after almost two weeks without any satisfaction, I was happy to be sore and fulfilled.
My bare feet landed softly on the plush carpet and I started padding towards the door. The note had said nothing about getting dressed, so I figured that I shouldn’t. I just hoped that Kane had sent any servants away for the day before I ran into someone while only clad in my birthday suit. Or maybe that would be fun! I thought and then laughed at myself. My mind seemed to accept more things—more possibilities—since my initiation last night. I was even starting to think that a sex club might be fun.
I skipped down the stairs, letting my full breasts swing with the movement and found the tiled walkway that lead to the kitchen. Indulging in another stretch, I rounded the arched doorway and found Kane seated at the breakfast table—fully clothed.
I gasped and jumped to look around. No one seemed to be with him. But I still felt like reaching over and grabbing a white and blue dish towel to cover my nakedness.
“No.”
Kane’s one word statement stopped me cold. He had been following my eyes. I dropped my gaze from the dish towel and walked into the room further. I tried to own my nudity and look like I always ate breakfast in the buff.
Kane smirked at me. “That’s more like it. I don’t ever what you to feel like you have to cover up. No one is as beautiful as you, Reese.”
I felt my cheeks redden at his words but ignored that and took the seat next to him. Quite a spread of food was before me. I plucked a few pieces of toast and a jar of jelly from the pile and plopped them on my plate.
“What’s the plan for today, boss?” I asked, as I swiped raspberry flavored jam onto my toast.
Kane picked up the newspaper and started reading the business section. He took his coffee cup and sipped it slightly. Watching him act so domestic was kind of odd, I had never thought about Kane eating breakfast or drinking coffee.
“I can make a mean cup of coffee,” I told him, before he could answer me. “Both Eileen and Mandy ask me to make theirs. Everyday.”
Kane turned and smiled at me. “Okay pet, next time you will make the coffee. I would enjoy that immensely.” He turned back to the article he was reading.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. I chewed my toast thoughtfully, enjoying the quiet morning and the taste of the jam. It was so fresh. It must be organic.