"Oh, God." She moaned and rolled over. Her eyes found his as she lifted her head to look around.
He quickly went to her side and lifted her hand to his lips to press a kiss on the underside, right where she'd dab her perfume. "Welcome back, lover. How are you feeling?"
"I'm not sure yet, is this the planet Earth?" She closed her eyes again as she pulled her other hand up and rested the back of it against her forehead.
"It is." Kian chuckled, and took her bait. "Have you been travelling in outer space? Are you back with us now?" He lifted her other hand and brushed her hair back off her face. "I've prepared a wonderful bubble bath for you, and a there's glass of wine if you are a good girl."
"That sounds like heaven, not earth." She leaned to the side and lifted her torso, resting her weight on her elbow as she looked around the room. He had taken care of the toys and cleaned up, if that was what she'd been looking for. Her blushing said it was.
"Come." He reached under her arms and behind her knees, lifted her up, and carried her to the bathroom. "Let me take care of you. I have snacks, too." He'd heard her stomach rumbling while she'd been asleep.
His thoughts turned to her sister's reasoning about the oddity of that ferocious hunger at the same time, it seemed, as Brianny remembered the tests. He'd obviously done a good job of distracting her earlier, even if he did say so himself. Kian set her down by the bathroom counter at the same time as she asked.
"Have you looked?" She leaned over the three plastic tests lined up there.
"Yes." He waited for her to draw her own conclusions and then spoke again. "Not pregnant." Maybe he'd imagined it, but as her shoulders seemed to relax, a fleeting look of regret—and possibly even longing—flashed over her face.
"Not the right time." She smiled softly, hopped off the counter and walked into Kian's arms, hugging him about the waist.
"Yes, I agree. I would have been fine with it if it were so, but I'm okay with waiting, too. I'm really interested in exploring this new world with you, but that would certainly have halted the journey. Now, come. Climb into the bath, let me feed you… pamper you." He gestured to the tray of cheeses and fruit before dropping his robe and stepping into the bath, offering his hand to help her get in with him.
When they were settled, with him behind her and Brianny sitting with her back to his chest, between his legs, he offered her a glass of wine. She reached to take it from him, but he shook his head. "Ah-ah, let me." Then he held the delicate glass to her lips.
They spent the next hour in the hot bath, while he fed her strawberries, grapes, and cheese, all from his own fingers. They relaxed and they chatted.
"We haven't really been able to explore, or talk, I guess." He ran his finger over her shoulder and down her arm.
"I know. I'm sorry, Kian." She turned to him and pressed her cheek to his chest.
"No, what are you sorry for? That wasn't what I meant. I didn't mean to accuse you or even intimate that it was your fault. I just wanted you to be satisfied. I want you to get out of this, this whole thing, what you wanted."
She turned to face him, sitting on her knees in the deep water. "No, Kian. You've given me everything. It's not just to pleasure me. I mean that I want you to be pleased, I want to serve you."
Her simple explanation knocked the breath from him. Thankfully, he didn't have to think of a reply because she leaned over him then, pressing her small hands to his chest to steady herself, and kissed him.
"Fuck," he groaned. His cock had never been harder, and he'd sworn to himself that he would not fuck her again. She had to be sore and would need a break. Kian grabbed a towel and dried his hands, more for something to concentrate on than because he needed to. "Brianny, I just want you to be happy. I mean, what guy wouldn't feel like the king of the world if his girl was as desirable as you? I can't keep my hands off of you. If I'm being honest, I have to say my only displeasure is that we didn't get real with each other sooner. But we do have the rest of our lives together… and we only have two more days here. So I think we really should explore. I know it's almost supper time, and there's supposed to be a show down at the Master's Table. Marshall told me about it; something to do with fire."
"Fire, hey? It's a good thing Sara isn't here. Oh, I feel bad for leaving the hospital in a hurry the way we did. Should we go back? I wanted to be there for her." Bri stood, giving him the most amazing view he could imagine. The water and bubbles cascaded down over her glorious ass, which was now only slightly marked from her last spanking. When she turned, the view got even better. Her tits were perky and the air was cooler than their bathwater, so her nipples beaded and pointed proudly.
He groaned again, grabbed one of the thick bath blankets and handed it to her. While he'd been preparing the bath, Kian had pictured himself toweling her dry and rubbing lotion all over her body afterward, but if they didn't get out of this room, he'd never let her leave. They couldn't spend their whole trip in the bedroom.
"Jackson said they would be released first thing in the morning. Let them rest, it's almost supper time already. You can spend the day with them tomorrow. If we don't get out of here soon, well, we won't leave at all… because I will be all over you again," he growled.
A mischievous smirk lifted the side of her luscious mouth as she began to tease him. She let one side of the bath towel slip to expose one of her peaked nipples while she lifted her foot to the step on the tub. The motion bared one of her creamy moons as she turned her back to him. He refrained from giving her the hearty smack he so desired to give when she teasingly wiggled her behind while drying her leg.
"You are going to get much more than you're bargaining for, little girl," he warned, and cupped the cheek she'd revealed to him. She yelped and snapped to attention, so quickly that she almost stumbled, but he steadied her. He turned her around and held up two fingers in front of her, perhaps more for himself as he needed the focus just then. "Two choices. Visit the dungeon, or the Rainbow Room. Or the school rooms… Oh, hell. What do you want to do?" He was losing his mind. How the hell could Jackson and Marshall stand living here, where any fantasy they could dream of was available twenty-four/seven? Fuck. How did they ever get any work done?
Kian spun around looking for pants. He needed to get a grip on himself before he scared the hell out of her.
"Rainbow Room." She followed him out of the bathroom. "Can I borrow your shirt again?"
When they'd finally made it out of their suite without him molesting her, Kian breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. "Are you afraid of the dungeon?"
"No, well, yes, I guess. Maybe a little. Why?" She looked up at him and he could tell she was telling the truth and completely at ease with the topic.
"I just wondered. Is there anything you've seen about the Rainbow Room that draws your interest?"
"No, I just didn't think we'd have time for the dungeon before supper. I think at the Rainbow Room we can just observe."
They didn't end up making it to either prior to supper. They'd had to go to Wardrobe after all. Kian was less than thrilled when he'd been reminded they had to be in full period dress at the Master's Table; not for himself, but for Brianny. He didn't like the very formal ball gown that the assistant assured Kian was classic fifteenth century attire. He'd have liked to put her into something more along the lines of nipple tassels and a thong.
The blue gown brightened her eyes and gave her a beautiful glow. No, it was more than her gown, it was her whole regal persona. She was radiant.
It was way more than her raw sex appeal he'd been intrigued by. She was stunning—absolutely breathtaking—and she was his. How could he possibly have been so lucky? After Hayley, he'd felt like a freak. How could he be so sadistic and disgusting? He didn't deserve Brianny, but no, his desires, seemed to fit perfectly with Bri's… if he was understanding her correctly.
It was a powerful feeling. He wasn't worthy of her.
"That bad?" she asked, her brows drawing together in worry.
"What
?" He'd kind of zoned out. "No, no. You are amazing—just beautiful. You took my breath away, princess. I'm hardly fit to be seen with you."
She stepped closer to him and gestured to his attire. "You are more than enough for me. You look gorgeous." He was wearing a dark jacket with many layers of folded edges, cut, sewn and pressed flat, to make a very intricate pattern. The assistant called the strange creation a doublet, and insisted it had been the height of fashion. He wasn't as concerned about being in fashion so much as he was interested in being able to breathe. His shirt was crisply ironed and starched, which he thought it was hardly necessary when all anyone could see of it was a thin ruffle above the high-standing collar of his jacket. The only thing he really appreciated about the attire were the simple charcoal leggings. He was getting accustomed to their comfortable freedom. Much less refining than his old jeans when he had a raging hard-on… like he'd had ever since he'd come into the Castle—no, since he'd first seen his application.
But he positively refused to wear the hat.
"I cannot be bothered with such… fripperies, such nonsense!" He'd given his best Old English impersonation as he gestured to the odd little hat. He wasn't a hat person, plain and simple, and that silly little golfer's type hat with the strange metal pieces decorating it; well, he'd rather go naked himself than be caught wearing it.
Perhaps his fine rendition had convinced the determined assistant, or perhaps she just wanted to get him out of there. Either way he was more than happy to escort his lady to supper—before the Wardrobe attendant decided he needed make-up or some other silliness.
When they were seated at the very long, very formal table, a waiter came by for their drink orders. Kian was distracted, wanting to take in the décor. He'd toured a castle once when he'd toured Europe, but even then the real deal had not had the warmth and characteristics of a functioning castle. From the flickering lamps to the tapestry hanging above the mantle, this was truly the heart of the Castle. He memorized every detail, categorizing it for future projects.
The supper was lavish, the multiple courses were served with elegance, and he felt like royalty. His steak tasted of perfection. He hadn't eaten so well since the last time he'd been to his favorite restaurant, Marone's, in Chicago. "Are you going to eat, love? This steak is amazing."
When Brianny turned back to him, her face was flushed. It was rather warm in the room.
"I just heard a couple talking about the show. It's going to start in a minute." She looked to the center of the room where a frame was set up and two gorgeous, identical men were leading a completely naked woman forward on a leash.
Kian's focus didn't remain on the trio, as Marshall had come over and laid a hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad you came to the show. This one is supposed to be hot." He chuckled and rested his other hand on Bri's shoulder. "How are you, sweetie? Enjoying your time?"
"Um, yeah. I mean, yes, sir. Thank you for everything." She only looked his way for a moment, and then occupied herself with cutting her steak.
"No problem. I'm happy that you guys are enjoying the Castle. Sara and Jackson are coming home in the morning. That will be exciting. It will be a first for the Castle, too. Anyway, I just wanted to say hello. My slave is waiting to be fed." He patted Kian's shoulder and moved on, greeting others at the table the same way.
***
Bri couldn't help but be overwhelmed. There was so much to take in. She would have been happy to simply watch the couples around her, but there was a show, too. She looked to Kaylee, Master Marshall's wife, who seemed like anything but a slave. Her gown was resplendent in red and gold embroidered damask. The only evidence she bore of being an owned submissive was the thin black collar about her neck.
The woman beside her was fidgeting constantly, and Bri couldn't help but wonder if she had a sore bottom, as well. A better look at her surprised Brianny. It was the little girl-woman from the cafeteria. Next to her sat the daddy, and then the other woman. They were a gorgeous trio, and it was clear to anyone with eyes that they were all in love.
The girl looked like a doll with her rose-colored gown and blonde ringlets. Brianny felt like a cow in her own gaudy gown when comparing herself to the darling little lady. Before she could sink into that pity pool, Kian's hand came to rest on her elbow, bringing her attention back to him.
"You okay, lover? You've hardly touched your dinner, and we know you need to eat."
It was a teasing smile which was softening his rugged facial features. His strong jawline gave him a hard-ass aura, even though he was big lug. She was so lucky to find he actually could be both.
"There is just so much to see," she explained, while sampling a bite of the potato. She hadn't been able to decide what to order, and thankfully had Kian just ordered the special for her. Twice-baked potatoes happened to be a favorite of hers. Bri was a down home kind of girl, so she was pleased to see the simple but hearty fare of steak and potatoes. "This is delicious."
"I know. What do you think is in this sauce? Rosemary, I know, but…"
"Red wine," she whispered, because one of the men by the frame was starting to talk.
"I think you'll all agree, ladies and gentlemen, that this girl is incredibly hot!" A murmur of agreement rose from the spectators. He turned back and gave his brother—who was obviously his twin—a nod, then he took both of her nipples and twisted them. The submissive cried out, arching her back.
Bri was mesmerized by the two sexy men, clad only in leather pants and tattoos. Their arousal was visible in the large shapes that pressed upward against the front of their tight pants. She stared, enraptured by the very sensual display as the twins continued to caress the goddess-like woman.
"Little does she know," one called out to the audience, "that Travis and I are about to make her feel a whole lot hotter."
Bri watched as the one named Travis whispered something to the woman, then put a white cap over her braided hair and slid a hand between her widely restrained legs.
The audience quieted as one twin checked the equipment that had been laid out in preparation of the show and the other hugged the girl from behind, biting her neck until she cried out.
Bri realized music was playing, its mesmerizing notes becoming louder and filling her soul as the crowd grew quieter and quieter. The first man grabbed the submissive and kissed her hard, his hands kneading her full breasts, pulling on her nipples again. Her moan could be heard blending in with the intense music, as if meant to harmonize. It seemed as if the one man had applied something, a cream maybe, to the woman's pussy. His movements were too quick for him to actually be teasing her, and her loud moaning and writhing even as he walked away, said he'd done something
Some sort of floggers were lit, and then the first man swung the flaming things through the air, causing the crowd to collectively gasp. They grew quiet again when he began to apply the floggers to her body. It was obvious that the two men had worked together prior to this, because theirs was a fluid and sensual partnership. The one called Travis stood by, his eyes never leaving the submissive's face.
The fire appeared to be licking and dancing over her skin as the floggers flicked the flames all over her, with particular focus on her ass. When the falls changed direction and whipped around toward her breasts, a low moan of passion and not pain floated through the air.
It came to an end with a simple flick of the man's wrists and Bri finally took a breath, with a fleeting feeling of displeasure that the show had come to an end.
Fire flared in her own veins as she saw the man don some thick gloves and light some kind of wand. Travis soaked a towel in a bowl of water and then wrung it out.
Then the first man stepped forward and traced his finger down the woman's back. The room filled with anxious gasps as he applied the torch to her skin and a line of fire licked up her spine. It only flamed for a couple of seconds before Travis doused the fire with his damp rag. This fire play continued over her legs, thighs, ass, and tits. Bri could hardly take her eyes off the s
how in front of her, but when she felt Kian's hand on her leg, she glanced at him quickly. He was just as entranced by the performance. When she looked back to the trio, she realized with a start that this was the type of scene that had caused Sara's accident. Her sister had never wanted to talk about it, but she had told Bri that it had been at the club, and that she would never understand the situation.
When the wand was extinguished, the twins spoke softly to their woman, one removing the cap that covered her long, braided hair, and it was then that Bri realized the lengths the two men had gone to in making sure the girl was safe. The show didn't end there though; the men began to play more erotically with their submissive.
Chapter Twelve
Kian and Brianny didn't stay for the rest of the show. He must've been just as hot and ready as she was, only he wasn't giving her an option as to what their activities would be after that.
"We have the whole night ahead of us, let's go to the dungeon," he said, once they were in the hall. His confident tone reminded her of the moisture down below. She'd been very turned on by the show, but Kian was the one who lit the fire in her.
"Should we change?" She didn't want to delay, but their formal wear didn't seem appropriate for the dungeon.
"As much as I hate to agree, it's probably better that they take that dress off you. I would end up having to pay for it if I tried to take it off. But if what they suggest for you isn't skimpy and with easy access, then, well, you might go naked except for a collar and leash—like the girl in the show." He'd stepped closer and growled his response in her ear. If that hadn't caused heat to pool in her loins, then his nibbling on her ear and neck certainly did it.
"What would you like to see me wear, sir?" She giggled.
He didn't take long to think of his reply. "Hmm, you wore that brush nicely. Maybe a belt this time?" He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her closer, his breath warm on her ear. "Or a plug. You looked very nice with that plug in your ass."
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