by Kiera Silver
She threw back her head, arching her back to offer her breasts for his inspection. To her delight, Kane did more than look. He cupped one in his hand, lightly abrading the nipple with the slight roughness of his palm, while dipping his head to taste the other. A cry of pleasure escaped her at the first delicate touch of his mouth on her hardened nipple, so swollen it strained for his lips even as they engulfed it. His tongue was warm, wet Heaven on the sensitive peak, and her body responded to the stimuli by moistening her slit with a new surge of arousal. When he sucked, applying just enough pressure to make her want to scream at the combination of pleasure and pain, her stomach fluttered, and it seemed like her thighs turned to Jell-O. She slumped against him, unable to stand completely on her own.
Kane lifted his head from her breast and pulled her more fully against him, just holding her for a long moment. The embrace was both comforting and sexual, and she chafed against the urgings of her body, telling her to rush things along, to go for satisfaction. The side of her that wasn’t physically starved for lovemaking reveled in being held in his arms, knowing they had all night to consummate their passion, if they chose to take that long.
The clock on the mantle ticked away the seconds as they stretched into a minute, and then two, before he withdrew slightly, still offering support. She tilted her chin to meet his gaze, and warmth pooled in her stomach when she saw the caring concern reflected in his gaze. His need was there as well, but masked, controlled. He was putting her needs first. She blinked back tears, not wanting to ruin the moment by letting them fall. Being a man, he might not understand they were good tears, healthy, and inspired by his kindness. Instead, she summoned a smile and brought a hand up to caress his cheek. “Will you make love to me now, Kane?”
He gave her a crooked grin. “I thought that’s what I was doing.” As he teased her, his hands moved to the waistband of her maternity jeans, seeking out the zipper. A frown flashed across his face. “How do these things work?”
She giggled, while moving his hand to the zipper and button at her hip. “You should find it easier now.”
His hands dealt with the zipper and button, while he shook his head. “To think I spent all that time practicing how to unfasten bras as a teenager, when I should have been studying the design of women’s pants, since my ultimate goal was to get into them.”
“With the stretchy panel, these might fit you.” Danika giggled again, and the lighthearted sound amazed her, as did the sensation of freedom accompanying it. It had been so long since she had been truly happy, without constant fears and worries, that she had forgotten how liberating it could be. She owed everything to the man currently kneeling at her feet, so he could more easily slide the jeans down her legs. It really didn’t matter what he had done in the past. To her, he had atoned for any sins he might have committed by freeing her from the tyranny of her husband, by protecting her daughter from Edmond’s sick perversions.
Gratitude might have overwhelmed her arousal, if he hadn’t paused in his leisurely removal of her jeans to glide his thumb down her slit, shielded by thin cotton panties that couldn’t do much to hide the state she was in. She parted her thighs as wide as she could, finding the jeans around her knees a deterrent. Her balance was precarious, and only Kane’s hands on her thighs kept her from falling.
He looked up from his visual inspection. “Are you all right?”
She nodded. “Just wobbly. You make me weak in the knees.”
“You should get off your feet then.” He took her hands, pulling her down in front of him with slow movements, keeping her steady until she was lying before him on her back. For a moment, she noticed how hard the floor was, even through the plush cream carpeting, but the thought fled when Kane bent her knee to untie the sneaker on her left foot and remove the sock, before repeating the process with her other foot.
Soon, he had removed her jeans too, leaving her wearing only her panties. Danika moved her hands to the waistband, prepared to remove them herself, but he beat her to it, stilling her hands with his, and then placing them on her stomach.
“Don’t move.”
She cupped her stomach, feeling the baby kick. For a second, she was tempted to tell Kane, but held back, still uncertain how he felt about the child in her womb. Instead, she surrendered to him, moving only to lift her hips so he could remove the underwear. Then she lay before him, naked and vulnerable, although it wasn’t frightening to reveal her weakness. Somehow, with Kane, it was empowering. Maybe it was because she knew he wouldn’t abuse her trust, or exploit his power over her. His strength gave her strength, because he would take care of her. It was a nice feeling, one she had never experienced before with a sexual partner.
When Kane shifted positions, preparing to lie beside her, his leg knocked against a box of Christmas decorations, and it tipped onto its side, spilling the contents across the carpet. Danika ignored the disruption, until she realized something had caught his attention. She braced herself on her elbows, rising to a semi-sitting position to see what intrigued him. All she saw were the typical things—garland, trim, bulbs, and some decorations, including the glass ornaments she had purchased at the mall. She frowned, wondering if he was having second thoughts. “Is something wrong?”
He shook his head, finally looking away from the items on the carpet. “No. I just see some interesting possibilities.”
Danika’s brow quirked with curiosity. “Like what?”
A wicked grin curved across his face when he reached for several long strands of silver tinsel. “I can show you…if you trust me?”
Her head bobbed of its own volition, and she didn’t protest when Kane drew her wrists together over her head. A smile teased the edges of her lips when he wound the tinsel loosely around her wrists, tying it with a knot slack enough for her to break, if she chose, while being tight enough to give the illusion of captivity. She had no hesitation playing this kind of game with Kane. “What’s next?” Her voice emerged as a croak, and she cleared her throat, her eyes watchful as he slid down her body.
“Close your eyes and enjoy.”
His cryptic answer fueled her curiosity, but she found herself complying by squeezing shut her eyes. Her nerves sang with tension, waiting to see what he would do next. Her nipples throbbed at the slight chill invading the room, exposed so blatantly by the position in which he had tied her. She expected his mouth to find the needy peaks, but instead, it discovered the secret between her thighs.
When his tongue invaded her slick pussy, seeming intent on devouring everything in its path, her hips arched automatically, seeking more from him. Her clit swelled when he flicked his tongue across it, spreading liquid heat that seemed to spread from her sex to all throughout her body. It was exquisite to have him loving her so intimately, his mouth finding every tiny place that could bring her pleasure. She closed her eyes tighter still, clasping her hands with enough force to turn her knuckles white in the hopes of staving off the cries of delight trying to burst from her.
Kane pressed gentle kisses to her mound before his tongue delved back into her crevice, to sweep once again from her clit to her opening. She parted her thighs wider when he brought a hand between them, anticipating his fingers would enter her. His thumb and forefinger parted her lips, but his tongue never stopped in its appointed task, continuously sweeping small circles around her throbbing clit.
At the first touch of something unidentifiable against her opening, Danika’s eyes popped open. Before she could inquire, the item slid inside her. It was rigid, and just a tad cold, with a ribbed pattern. As Kane pushed it deep inside her, and then withdrew it slowly, his tongue continuing to work magic everywhere it touched, a mingled cry of pleasure and shock escaped her. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the question in her mind. Finally, her mouth formed the words. “What is that?”
He lifted his head to answer her, his face bearing traces of her feminine fluid. “Do you remember the glass bulbs you purchased at the mall?”
She no
dded, finding it difficult to answer when he rotated the item inside her, while simultaneously thrusting it into her.
“There was one in particular that you might remember. It’s about six inches long, swirled like an ice cream cone, and made of clear glass, with flecks of silver glistening in it. Do you know the one I mean?”
“Y-yes.”
His eyes were dark with passion, but he seemed intent on controlling his own needs. “It struck me the day you selected it that it would make an excellent dildo. I fantasized about sliding it into your pussy, never dreaming I would have the chance.” He trailed off, slowing the pace of the ornament’s thrusts. “How does it feel?”
“Strange…good. I like the coolness. It’s an interesting contrast to the heat…” She trailed off, a flush of embarrassment warming her cheeks.
“This is one decoration that won’t end up on that tree.” He rotated it again, letting her feel each groove of the swirled pattern. “I’m going to reserve it for the much more pleasurable job of fucking you.”
Danika was panting with exertion and excitement, trembling on the edge of an orgasm. “Will you be fucking me too? The ornament is nice, but no substitute for you.”
He laughed. “Patience. We have all night.”
It was true, but she wasn’t certain she could go all night without satisfaction, particularly if it involved taking Kane’s cock inside her. Biting on the inside of her cheek, she willed herself to rein in the impulse to beg him to make love to her right then, knowing it would be more satisfying to let the intensity build. She only hoped she could survive his love play.
He continued thrusting the makeshift glass dildo into her convulsing pussy, working her to a fever pitch. Danika’s hips arched at a frantic pace, eager to meet his hand, catching his fingers just right so that they brushed against her clit each time. Once again, she closed her eyes, imagining how wonderful release would feel, visualizing the moment, and preparing herself.
A cry of frustration ripped from her throat when he stopped moving the object, leaving it secured inside her snug passage. She opened her eyes to see what he was up to, but her position made it difficult to see what occupied his attention. “Kane?”
“Shh.” He patted her thigh, but made no effort to resume his previous activities. She hoped he was getting into position to return his mouth to her pussy, but that idea left her when he scooted higher. Without thought, she tugged at the tinsel on her wrists, so desperate for satisfaction that she was about to bring herself to an orgasm. His hand on her festive bonds stopped her, as did the reproachful look he gave her.
When she had stilled, letting him see her surrender in her expression and posture, he moved again, straddling her thighs. His cock poked into the soft skin of her leg, and its hardened state betrayed just how close he was to losing control, especially by the way it spasmed when she deliberately stroked it with her thigh.
“Are your eyes closed?”
He knew they weren’t, looking down on her as he was. Still, the command was subtle, and she obeyed, letting her lids flutter closed. Danika held her breath, anticipation stretching her nerves to the breaking point. Her stomach quivered when his fingers stroked down her bulge, and she hoped his hand would move lower. After hesitating a moment, it went higher instead, and she let out a harsh breath of disappointment.
A second later, it changed to a gasp of delight when Kane stroked something across her nipples. It felt like velvet, and she struggled to identify what it might be. Immediately, she remembered the blue and silver tree skirt from last year’s tree, recalling it had been a turquoise-blue velvet, trimmed with some kind of rough silver material.
Her guess was confirmed when he continued to rub the velvet across one nipple, while moving something stiff across the other. Danika’s back arched, seeking more stimulation. The contrasting textures were decadent against her rigid nipples, and she moaned when he alternated pressure, first abrading, and then soothing, each sensitive bud in turn.
When Kane’s mouth took possession of the nipple covered by the rough material, she couldn’t hold in a cry of delight. The wet warmth of his mouth changed the sensation just enough to have her body convulsing with tremors. She was poised on the edge of orgasm and held her breath, keeping her muscles tense, as she strained for release.
In an instant, he withdrew his mouth and the skirt. Her eyes popped open, and she glared up at him, incredulous. “You can’t be serious.” Her anger evaporated when she noticed his flushed skin and the droplets of sweat clinging to his brow. His uneven breathing revealed he was on the verge of losing control, and she smiled. “Now?”
He nodded. “Now.” With haste, Kane ripped through the tinsel binding her hands, and she put her arms around his neck. He positioned himself between her thighs, one hand going between their bodies to seek out the ornament he had left inside her pussy to keep her slick with need. He removed it slowly, rotating it once more to tease her, and then his cock was at her opening, replacing the glass ornament. She arched her hips, assisting his possession. His cock was much better than the inanimate glass object, full of heat, and pulsing with need.
Kane buried it to the hilt inside her, pausing like that to dip his head for a quick kiss. Then he was thrusting in and out of her with a pace that was urgent, rather than controlled. She matched each stroke with her own, meeting his pace, and urging him to go faster. Her pussy contracted around his cock as it spasmed inside her, and she wrapped her thighs around his legs, anchoring him against her. He cried out as an orgasm overwhelmed him, and the spurts of hot fluid filling her insides spurred her own release. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, and her entire body trembled under the force of orgasm. She forgot how to breathe as satisfaction swept through her, relaxing her tense muscles, and filling her with a languorous sense of completion.
The moment was perfect, and they lay together for a long time, Kane still inside her, semi-hard. She didn’t want to disturb the silence, finding it peaceful, and the perfect accompaniment to what they had just shared. Instead, she laid her cheek against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull her into a state of rest as it gradually slowed. Her lids closed, and she was seconds from sleep when footsteps outside the doorway broke the silence.
Chapter Five
Kane and Danika broke apart at the intrusion. He rolled toward the table where he had left his gun, freezing as he reached for it.
“Don’t even think about it.” Stephanie emphasized her point by clicking off the safety on the pistol in her hand.
Danika reached for the tree skirt, wrapping it around her awkwardly. She rose to her knees, but froze when Stephanie swung the gun in her direction. A tremor of fear passed through her when she saw the pistol aimed at her, remembering Edmond bragging about what a good shot his daughter was. He had taught her himself.
She licked her dry lips, trying to assess Stephanie’s state without being obvious. Her stepdaughter was bedraggled, with her blonde hair a tangled mass of loose ringlets around her face. Her makeup was virtually nonexistent, save for the smudges of mascara under her eyes, reddened either from prolonged crying or from a chemical compound like alcohol.
“You don’t want to do this.” Kane’s voice was the epitome of cool reason, but she seemed unaffected.
The gun turned to him, and while Stephanie’s movements were jerky, her hands appeared steady around the pistol. “You’re wrong. I’ve dreamed about this for years. I should have killed that slut before Daddy married her. Then she wouldn’t have destroyed my family.”
Once again, the gun turned back to Danika. This time, the weight of Stephanie’s rage and hatred bore down on her more intensely than the presence of the pistol. “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you—“
“Upset me?” She shrieked the words. “You hired him to kill Daddy. I heard you confess.” For just a moment, her hands trembled. “I knew you hated Daddy, but how could you do that?”
“You must have heard why.”
Stephanie shook her hea
d, her attention focused squarely on Danika. “After I heard you thank him for killing Daddy, I went to find Daddy’s gun. It took me a while to pry open the drawer.” She raked her contempt-filled gaze over their pile of mingled clothes on the floor. “I guess just long enough for you to have a celebratory fuck.”
In the blink of an eye, a cold expression replaced Stephanie’s heated one, and her voice changed to icy calmness. “Turns out it was your last fuck. I’m going to make you pay for everything. I had already planned to, even though the killer I hired screwed up the first attempt. Daddy used to say if you want it done right, do it yourself. So, now, I’m going to do it myself. I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer.”
“I had no choice.” As she spoke, Danika could see she wouldn’t reach Stephanie through logic, but instinct urged her to keep the girl talking. From the corner of her eye, she saw Kane easing toward the girl and knew it was imperative she keep her attention diverted. “Your father was a pedophile. I was afraid he would molest my baby.” Her voice softened. “Did he ever hurt you, Stephanie? I know there were other girls. I hope you were spared.”
Stephanie shook her head vehemently. “You’re lying. It wasn’t like that. There weren’t any others. He loved me. He didn’t hurt me.” A sob escaped her, and she took one hand from the gun to wipe her eyes. “Daddy needed me after Mother killed herself. She was a coward, leaving him all alone, but he had me. He loved me, and I was enough for him, until he met you.”
Danika’s stomach churned with nausea, and she shook her head. “He used you, hurt you, because he was perverted. It didn’t matter that you were his daughter. He took what he wanted, simply because he could.”
“Liar!” She waved the pistol, her movements increasingly uncoordinated. “He loved me, more than he ever loved you. You ensnared him somehow, until he couldn’t think straight. I know you made him send me away. It’s your fault I wasn’t here for him when he needed me. You have to pay.”
