I BOUGHT HIM IN HEAT

CHAPTER 14

I stayed on my hands and knees with him buried deep inside me for several long minutes. Neither of us moved. I could feel every small twitch of his c**k as it slowly softened, the warm mess of his release still trapped between us. His hands remained on my hips, breathing uneven against my shoulder.

After a while I shifted my weight slightly and clenched around him once.

Kai inhaled sharply.

I began to rock back against him in small, deliberate movements, just enough to make him feel it. His c**k responded almost immediately, thickening again inside me despite having already come twice.

“Still so easy,” I murmured. “Get hard for me again.”

He made a low, frustrated sound but obeyed without words. I kept the slow grinding going until he was fully hard once more, stretching me open all over again.

“f**k me,” I ordered quietly. “Slow and deep. Don’t rush.”

Kai pulled back and pushed in with careful control. The wet sound of his earlier release made every thrust slicker, filthier. I let him set the rhythm for a short time, then spoke again.

“Faster now. I want to feel you lose it.”

He obeyed, hips snapping forward harder. The bed creaked. His grip on my waist tightened. I could feel how close he already was — the way his c**k swelled and pulsed with every stroke.

I reached back, grabbed a fistful of his silver hair, and pulled his head down.

“Come,” I ordered against his ear. “Fill me again. Now.”

A broken groan tore out of him. He slammed in deep and came hard, body shuddering as he emptied himself inside me for the third time. I stayed still and took it, feeling every pulse until he finally stopped shaking.

Only then did I speak again.

“Pull out.”

He withdrew carefully. I felt the thick slide of his come following him, dripping down my thighs. I turned and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the mess we had made of each other.

“Bathroom,” I said. “Now. We’re cleaning up.”

Kai followed me into the large en-suite without protest. I turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water first, then gestured for him to join me. I washed myself thoroughly, then turned my attention to him. I soaped my hands and ran them over his chest, stomach, and between his legs, cleaning every trace of what we had done with calm, proprietary touches. He stood still and let me, blue eyes lowered.

When we were both clean I shut off the water and handed him a towel.

“Dry off. Get dressed in the clothes I chose for you yesterday. Then come downstairs for breakfast.”

He nodded once. “Yes, Master.”

I left him in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to put on a simple black robe. By the time I reached the dining room, James had already set the table.

A few minutes later Kai appeared. He wore the tailored black trousers and a soft dark grey shirt that fit him perfectly. His silver hair was still slightly damp. He looked composed again, but I could see the faint flush that still lingered on his cheeks and the careful way he moved.

“Sit,” I said.

He took the chair across from me. Breakfast was already waiting: soft scrambled eggs, buttered toast, sliced avocado, fresh berries, and strong coffee. We ate in relative silence for a while. I watched him over the rim of my cup. He kept his eyes on his plate, eating slowly, as if every bite reminded him of what had just happened upstairs.

When he finished I set my own cup down.

“Come with me.”

I stood and walked toward the sitting room that overlooked the garden. Kai followed. I sat on the long couch and pointed to the space on the floor directly in front of my knees.

“Kneel.”

He hesitated only a second before lowering himself onto the thick carpet, looking up at me.

I reached out and ran my fingers through his still-damp silver hair, studying his face.

“You did well this morning,” I said quietly. “You followed every order. You came when I told you to. You stayed quiet when I told you to stay quiet.”

His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t look away.

“From now on,” I continued, still stroking his hair, “you sleep in my bed. Your old room is no longer yours. You will eat with me. You will wait for my instructions before you touch yourself. And when I want you, you will give me exactly what I ask for. No arguments. No hesitation.”

I tilted his chin up with two fingers so he had to meet my eyes.

“Do you understand?”

Kai’s blue eyes burned with the last stubborn pieces of defiance, mixed now with something heavier and more complicated. After a long moment he answered, voice low.

“Yes, Master.”

I smiled slowly and brushed my thumb across his lower lip.

“Good. Then stay right there for a while. I want to look at what’s mine."