“Close your eyes,” he said, his voice soft but authoritative. She closed her eyes obediently. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed—she did, “and let it out. Let go of everything that isn’t in this room. Let your mind go blank,” he paused. She took another breath, slowly exhaling as she let go and relaxed her mind. “All that matters is right here, right now. Listen to the sound of my voice. I am all that exists in your world.”
Killian did as he said, letting his voice wash over her as her other thoughts faded away. She was aware of her body. Her posture. His presence. She almost jumped in surprise as she felt his finger run lightly down her spine. A shiver ran from her neck down her back.
“Your body is mine now, Killian.” She felt the soft tickle of breath in her ear when he spoke. “Eventually I’ll own every part of you. Head to toe. Inside to out. The essence of your very being will know me as your Master.”
Her heart raced as he told her her future.
“You will obey me, not because I tell you to, but because you crave it.”
She realized Logan could walk very quietly. Killian’s only hint of where he was in the room was the sound of his voice. But the position kept changing. Keeping her unaware. Unsure. Wondering when he would touch her again.
“You are my princess. My slut. My slave. You are whatever I desire.”
She felt him touch her wrist, moving her hand behind her back. Knowing what he wanted, she put her other hand behind her too. Fabric touched her wrists, circling them. Cotton—it wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t soft. She heard him tie the knot, and then he was gone again.
“I will protect you and respect you. Even when I degrade you, even when I hit you, those two things will always be true. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
“Everything I do is for a reason. Remember, it is all for you.”
His lips brushed hers, so lightly and unexpectedly that he was gone before she registered it. She felt something—not his finger—run the length of her jawbone. It was hard, smooth, and rounded, and she had no clue what it was. It ran from her chin, down the front of her throat, down her chest until progress was blocked by her shirt.
“Do you trust me, Killian?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I didn’t choose you because I want to abuse you. I want to help you grow and be the best you can be. I chose you because your trust is an honor. I chose you because you’re worth it.”
She felt warmth on her neck—his tongue moving slowly, lightly, running down the side. The feel of his breath on the slightly wet spot made her shudder with desire. It was incredibly sensitive. She wanted his lips there.
“Stand,” he told her. When she stood, she felt his hand on her hips, pulling her shorts off. Once she was naked from the waist down, he said, “Kneel.” She returned to her previous position. “Practice that when you aren’t with me. I want you to be able to do that easily. Gracefully.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. For some reason, she felt a bit self-conscious that she apparently didn’t know how to stand up well enough. She would do better.
She felt his hand on the back of her neck, encouraging her forward. “Forehead to the ground.” She bent at the waist. “Hips up,” he said, lightly touching her butt. She raised it up.
Killian stayed in this new position; bowed forward, face down, ass up, knees spread. It would have been a vulnerable position even if she’d been clothed. Being naked from the waist down made her feel very exposed. She thought it might have been more comfortable if her wrists weren’t bound behind her back and she could put her arms in front of her. Killian realized there would be many more things in her future that weren’t comfortable. That was okay; not everything had to be comfortable.
She heard a light rustle of plastic somewhere in the room. Curious.
When she felt something touch the sole of her foot, she squeaked in surprise.
“Ticklish?” he asked.
“Not there. Just surprised me.”
Logan proceeded with whatever it was he was doing, and Killian felt the most bizarre feeling she’d ever had on her foot. A very light scraping sensation, moving from ball to heel. Then it moved further, slowly up her Achilles tendon, up her calf. She twitched involuntarily when it got to the back of her knee.
“Be still, princess.”
She tried very hard not to move again. Even when the strange scratching moved up the back of her thigh. She couldn’t stifle a gasp when it reached the spot where her leg became her ass. It wasn’t particularly arousing, but it was quite sensitive. Then she felt the same thing on her other leg, although the order was reversed, this time from butt to toe. The sensation moved to the inside of her leg, her inner thigh, going from knee to crotch. It felt so strange; it took every effort not to squirm. She was utterly confused by what object could cause this feeling.
Her skin tingled where she had been brushed with the mystery object. She barely noticed it had stopped. She didn’t feel or hear anything for what felt like quite a long time.
“If you’re wondering what I’m doing,” Logan broke the silence eventually, “I’m admiring my new toy. Every beautiful inch of your body. Mine.” He caressed her bum with his hand. “My asshole.” He tapped right on her puckered hole with one finger. Then he cupped her mound in his hand. “My cunt.” Then his hand was gone. “Have you kept your eyes closed this whole time?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Return to kneeling.” Killian didn’t love having her face on the ground and was happy he let her move. “I will let you open your eyes, but when you do, you must keep them down. You can’t look at me. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You may open them now.”
When Killian did open her eyes, the room seemed much brighter than she’d expected. With her eyes closed she’d come to imagine the room was dark.
“Do you know why you can’t look at me?” he asked; she shook her head. “It is a privilege to look at me. And I will decide when you’ve earned it.”
“I understand,” she said softly.
The sound of the front door closing shattered the peaceful bubble they had built.
“What the fuck?” Logan muttered. “No one is supposed to be home right now. Stay,” he told her. He went to his bedroom door and popped his head out. “Hello?”
“Hey, man,” called Jack from the other side of the house.
“You’re home early. Dad back too?”
“Yeah. In the garage.”
“Cool.” Logan paused. Killian suspected he was looking at her, but with her eyes lowered, she couldn’t tell. “You should come in here,” he called to his brother.
“Sure, I’ll be down in a bit.” Jack’s footsteps were heading towards the stairs already. “Need a shower.”
“I guess your boyfriend doesn’t want to play,” said Logan, shutting the door and returning to Killian. “Stand.”
She got to her feet, watching as he walked out of sight behind her. Then his hands were on his wrists, untying her binding. When he returned to stand in front of her, she had to remind herself to keep her eyes on the ground. It had been easier with her eyes closed. She found she wanted to look at him badly. He stood very close to her, their bodies almost touching. He touched her chin gently, lifting it a little.