Insatiable Pt. 08 by alicynchains
PART 8 – Princess, Slut, Slave
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KILLIAN
Despite the surprising turn the camping trip had taken, things didn’t feel all that different to Killian once they were back to normal life. Daddy and Master were really just Jack and Logan most of the time. Things had felt different and naughty in the woods at night. She didn’t want them any less now, but it seemed harder to make it happen. It’s not like the three of them had unlimited privacy. Logistically, living at home with family didn’t lend itself to an easy kinky arrangement.
Killian had spent one night with Jack and had seen Logan in passing. They’d exchanged a few texts but that was all. She felt a little awkward. She thought maybe they all did.
Jack had started working more—he would be full-time once the summer was over. Though it wasn’t a surprise to Killian, she was selfishly annoyed that it meant less time for them to spend together. The obvious thing to do with her free time was Logan, but she hadn’t. She didn’t know why. She could. Why was it making her nervous? She had to text him. She could make the first move. She could do it.
K: Hey
Killian finally talked herself into texting Logan.
L: Hey sweetheart. How are you?
He’d replied right away.
K: Good
She bit her lip. Should she just ask if she could come over? Should she say something sexy? She didn’t know what to do next.
K: Are you busy right now?
L: No
L: Wanna come over?
K: Sure
Killian breathed a sigh of relief. At least she hadn’t had to invite herself over. She wondered if he was home alone. She wondered what she was hoping to get out of seeing him.
She brushed her teeth and quickly combed her hair before walking to the Johnson’s house.
It felt so weird to be going over there to see Logan while Jack was at work. She knew it was okay. They had rules. But not mentioning it to Jack first still felt like doing something wrong. She thought about texting him anyway but ultimately decided against it, knowing there was a high likelihood Jack was around his father at work and she didn’t want any messages to be accidentally seen by the wrong member of the family.
She knocked on the Johnson’s door. There were no cars in the driveway.
“Hey,” Logan let her in.
“Hi,” she said brightly. She followed him inside and looked around; the house was quiet. She wondered if they were alone.
“We can go back to my room,” offered Logan.
“Yeah, sure,” agreed Killian quickly.
“I’m glad you texted me,” he said, sitting down on the plush couch. Killian sat next to him. Her eyes drifted involuntarily to the armrest as she remembered being fucked in the same spot a few weeks prior. And on the ground in front of them. She tried not to get distracted. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to come over sooner,” said Logan; Killian realized she’d just been sitting in silence. “I didn’t want to intrude if you were hanging out with Jack, I guess.”
“It’s okay,” said Killian. “It felt weird texting you today. But I wanted to see you.” She paused, nervous to ask the next question. “Are you still interested in our…arrangement?”
“Yes,” he said firmly, leaving no time for her to doubt his answer. “You?”
“Yes!” she agreed quickly.
“Good.” He looked as relieved as she felt.
“So, um, what now?” she asked, hating how awkward she was.
“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “Out of curiosity, does Jack know you’re here?”
“No. I didn’t want to risk your dad seeing it while he’s at work.”
“I doubt my dad would notice or think anything of it if he did.”
“You think I should text him?”
“He said it wasn’t necessary.”
“Still feels a bit weird, doesn’t it?” said Killian.
“I think this whole thing is gonna feel a bit weird until we’re all used to it,” agreed Logan. “So, did you come over today for a booty call or to talk?”
Killian flushed, “I don’t know. I guess I came over because I wasn’t sure if you were still interested. But if you’d rather it be a booty call, that’s cool too.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said hastily. “I’m sorry, Kil, I’ve never done this before.”
“What, you’ve never kept your brother’s girlfriend as a plaything before?” she said jokingly.
“If I remember right, I kept my brother’s girlfriend as a plaything the other weekend,” he smirked, making Killian blush. “I’ve never had my own sub before.”
“Oh, but,” she looked at him inquisitively, “aren’t you the one with experience?”
“A bit,” he ran his hand through his hair, “I’ve played before, but I’ve never, like, had something ongoing.”
“I’m honored.”
“Maybe we should talk about how we want things to be between us,” he suggested. “Expectations.”
“Okay. Can you start? I don’t really know how or where or what.”
“Sure. When would you like our interactions to be as Dom and sub. Always? Sometimes? Strictly in person?”
“Not always,” said Killian thoughtfully. “Not around our families, obviously. Unless it’s discrete. Or like how it was when we were camping. I liked knowing you could take control at anytime but that you chose not to do it all the time.”
“I liked that too,” he agreed. “Did you like following the orders we texted you?”
“Yes. It was discrete and fun to have a little secret.”
“So, you like the idea of you being home and me texting you orders?” he asked.
Killian nodded, “That sounds fun.”
“You may continue to call me Sir.”
“You prefer Sir to Master?”
“No,” he paused, evidently figuring out how to articulate his thoughts. “I love hearing you say Master. But only when you really feel it. I don’t want it unless you mean it.”
“I think I understand what you mean.” There was something else that had been on Killian’s mind. “Can I ask you something, Logan?” she said tentatively. When he nodded, she proceeded, “When we were camping and talking about bodily fluids, you mentioned blood. I was wondering what you meant by that? Were you talking about, like, that time of the month, or that you want to make me bleed?”
He looked at her, considering her question. “To be honest, it’s more of a hypothetical than something that would come up—I was just trying to get you thinking. At the time, it was in context of making you bleed. Whips, knives, whatever. But the likelihood we’d ever get into anything like that, even if you did want to try, is slim. This is all new still. Besides, we don’t have extensive privacy.”
Killian nodded. She paused and then asked, “Are you into that kind of thing?”
It was his turn to hesitate. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “Does that freak you out?”
“I’m not squeamish,” she shook her head, “but I don’t know how I feel about it. It does sound unlikely that it will come up, but I was curious what you meant.”
“And regarding that time of the month, it doesn’t really bother me, but I’d appreciate a heads up since I’d rather not go down on you at that time. No offense. But I’ll totally finger you and fuck you.”
“No offense taken.” Killian thought she’d probably be too self-conscious to let anyone near her pussy when she was on her period anyway. “So, um…is anyone else home right now?”
“No,” he said, with a knowing smile. “Kneel for me, princess.”
Killian lowered her gaze and sunk to her knees, a smile on her lips too. “Yes, Sir.” She remembered how he told her to kneel before, and she assumed the same position, sitting back on her heels with her ankles crossed, knees slightly spread, and her hands on her thighs.