by R. M. Walker
“And what, Sweetheart?”
“And figuring out that I’m the hero of my own goddamn story.”
No other words are needed. He helps me down from the car and swings me up into his arms, carrying me inside, before kicking the door closed behind him. Maybe if I had been paying better attention to my surroundings, I would have seen the mailbox that he had obscured by his car.
I might have even noticed the faded, black cursive inked letters that spelled out the name Mr. Deacon Badd.
But that’s a story for another day.
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Also by Candice Wright
THE INHERITANCE SERIES
Rewriting yesterday
In this moment
A Starfire Experience
An Adulting Not Allowed Short Story
Jaliza A. Burwell
A Starfire Experience
What do I do when my precious twin boys go to their grandparents’ home to visit? Have a staycation, of course. And there’s only one way to spend it when I don’t have to go chasing after my little munchkins. A kink convention! I’ll only go one way though—as a superheroine—because superheroines are awesome and confident and sexy. And I definitely want to be sexy, plus I need all the confidence I can get. I’ve never been to one of these things before, and I have to admit, I’m a little nervous. Especially if my lovers are determined to go with me. Time to strap on my leather armor, pull on my big girl panties, and see what a kink convention is really all about. My name is Madison “Maddie” Daniels, and this is my Starfire experience.
Chapter One
“Sissy, we wish you came with us,” Lawson said through the phone and I cringed, glad he couldn’t see my expression. I’d rather jump into the Charles River in the middle of winter than go see the stepmonster and the sperm donor.
“I do too.” Somehow my voice came out cheerful and I gave myself a pat on the back. Olivia could go on and on about how I tried to poison her relationship with her grandchildren, but she’d never had a foundation to build on. I refused to give it to her. “But you’ll have so much fun, I promise. They just want to spend some time with you.”
Neither Lawson nor Lee responded right away and my heart ached for my munchkins. I hated that I let them go, but just because my relationship with those two was soured didn’t mean theirs had to be. Besides, they’d get spoiled and while I was all for spoiling them every day, even I needed a break.
“What does your grandmother have planned for you two?” I asked, trying to get them to brighten up.
“Sharks!” Lee’s enthusiasm poured through my cellphone. Just the sound I wanted to hear from them.
“Oh, she’s taking you to an aquarium? You’ll love it.” I smiled at that. At least she was going to keep them busy and do stuff with them. My memories with the woman were of her back as she took everyone but me out.
And while they were out staring at stinky fish, I was going to have my own fun.
I smirked, anticipation making my skin buzz with excitement. My staycation was going to be epic. Staying on the phone with them for a few more minutes, I managed to get them excited about spending time with their grandparents. Even if I hated that they were with her. I had an unhealthy fear that she was going to steal them from me.
But she couldn’t do that.
When I hung up, I released a breath. Lawson and Lee were mine now. My heart still ached for my sister, Mandy, and I missed her every day. But we were making do, we were taking this one day at a time. Some days were easier than others, especially for the twins. Losing a parent at such a young age was devastating. I knew. I lost my birth mother as a young teen and my sperm donor was never in the picture, even when I moved in with him after my mom died.
“Nope, no way, not going there,” I muttered to myself, refusing to let my thoughts go down that particular road. Today was about having fun. I did a lot of work to get this long weekend. The moment Olivia said she wanted her grandkids, I rearranged my schedule, made sure the kids didn’t miss anything from school, and then made sure to wish them lots of fun when Olivia’s driver picked them up.
I needed to distract my mind so I did something I never thought I’d do: attend a kink conference. Boston had one this weekend starting this afternoon, in just a couple of hours. It took careful planning, especially since they ran out of tickets. But it was going to be exhilarating. And I had the perfect armor to do it. I’d only ever admitted this to myself, but I was scared senseless about going.
Which was why I pulled out my conference outfit. The idea came to me while I fretted over what to wear to something like this. I expected to see whips and chains, and way too much leather. Would I get to see manly bits too? How hardcore was this conference? Either way, this had to be more than enough to let me blend in with the masses, hide among the pack, disappear among the strange.
The outfit was pretty much a purple and blue one-piece bathing suit, and I even had the long thigh-high purple boots with heels to go with it.
“What is that?” Koen asked in his calming smooth voice. I whirled around and faced him.
Koen stood in the doorway, brown eyes big as they landed on the scrappy piece of clothing. His glasses were perched on his nose and for a moment I thought about what it’d be like to play student and teacher, with him as the teacher obviously. Maybe I’d fit right in at a kink conference with thoughts like these. But some days, he looked more like a teacher than Dayton did. I’d never let Dayton know I thought that though.
“Nothing at all,” I answered cheerily as I shoved it into my night bag.
“And why is it going into a suitcase? Where are you going?” He pushed off the door frame and came into the room, his focus completely on my day bag.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“With the twins gone this weekend and you taking a staycation, we figured we’d take you out.” His voice deepened and the darn butterflies in my stomach fluttered their pretty little wings.
“Well,” I said and glanced down at my bag. “Unfortunately, I already have plans.”
“What plans? You never told us?” Did he sound hurt? Were simple plans like this something I should have shared. I only planned to be gone for the night, back in the late morning.
“Besides, don’t you guys have work?” It was Friday after all. They should have been at school or in their offices. Now that I paid attention, I could hear the other two downstairs. They loved making use of the keys I gave them.
He shrugged.
“We took the day off.”
I moaned. Darn it. “How am I supposed to enjoy no work today if everyone else doesn’t have work either?” I asked. “It sucks out all the specialness of no work.”
And if they took the day off, then I wanted time with them. But… My plans. It had taken me long enough to even commit to doing this and even longer to find the right armor so I was comfortable.
“Nope. Nuh uh. I can’t change my plans.” I let my stubbornness come out. This was on them for not telling me. “It took too much work to make them.”
“What are they?”
I pressed my lips together and turned to grab my shoe box. It was going to take up the most room in my bag. When I turned around, Koen had pulled out my outfit and stared at it with wide eyes.
“This isn’t a swimsuit. It’s made out of leather.”
“Put that back!” I snatched it out of his hands and cradled the soft leather material to my chest. Yes. Leather. This cost me a pretty penny to get made.
“Maddie, what is that for? Why would you wear leather?”
I huffed and challenged him. “What’s wrong with wearing it?”
His eyes trailed over my body, taking in my dark purple tulle skirt matched with a flower-patterned top in a light purple pastel color. To add a splash of random color, I wore orange heels to match the orange bracelet on my left wrist.
When Koen’s eyes saw my heels, I got front row seats to the change in his demeanor. He was a sucker for heels. Whenever we had sex, he preferred that I kept them on. Even if I accidentally stabbed him with them a couple of times, not that I’m saying that ever happened. I had more game than stabbing someone with heels when I was trying to do the horizontal tango, or in one particularly bloody case, the vertical tango. Is there such a thing as the backward tango?
“Maddie.” His voice smoothed out and deepened as he demanded an answer. I pouted. It wasn’t fair of him to use a voice like that.
Turning to him, I crossed my arms over my chest, making sure to give my breasts more volume and to draw his attention. I almost smirked when his eyes dipped down to my neckline and the bare skin showing off the mounds of my breast.
“I’ll have you know I’m going to a conference.”
“Is that so?” He drew his gaze back to my face. “And what kind of conference has you wearing scrappy leather?”
My cheeks heated. The outfit wasn’t that bad. As far as my research told me, others were going to be dressed worst as they completely immersed themselves into the environment.
Refusing to back down, I tilted my head up to show my superiority. It was Koen, so he didn’t care. He returned the looked and dammit if it weren’t the hottest thing I’d seen all day.
“I’m going to a kink con.”
His eyes widened a fraction. “Excuse me?”
“I’m. Going. To. A. Kink. Conference.” I spoke slowly and loudly as if I were talking to a man going deaf.
His brows furrowed. “Why would you go to that?”
“Why not?” I asked. “Events like this are very educational.”
His eyes went dark, eyelids lowering slightly, as they went to my outfit and then back to me. His gaze trailed down my body with heat and lust. “You don’t need to go to a stupid conference to learn about kinks.” He stepped closer so his chest brushed with mine.
My body lit on fire with his proximity. I theorized that his scent had some kind of pheromone in it and still believed it now as my body came alive. My breasts ached and my breathing grew shallow.
I wanted him more than I wanted hot chocolate at that moment. And that said a lot because hot chocolate was my addiction. The day never happened if I didn’t get a hot chocolate to go with it.
“Koen,” I whispered, his name coming out more like a plea.
His head dipped and our lips met. I trembled as his hands pressed against my spine. One stayed low, so dangerously close to my butt as his other hand found my neck, gripping it to restrict my movement as he took lead on the kiss. I shook underneath his touch.
When I tried to push back, to deepen the kiss, he pulled away with a smirk. “No, Miss Daniels, I’m the one in control here. I know exactly what you want, so give in to me.”
I bit my lip hard and his eyes dipped down to the movement, his nostrils flaring as he took in what I did. He leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against mine, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’m going to take care of you, give you a taste of what I can do exactly.” He turned us as he spoke and moved forward, forcing me to step back.
When my legs hit the bed, he pushed until I sat down.
“Scoot back,” he demanded. I couldn’t not listen to him, and so I moved back, sliding over the soft comforter.
His hooded eyes trailed down my body, taking in my outfit. His body was tense as he kept careful control over himself. His fingers curled at his side. “Pull up your skirt.”
The simple direction he gave me was hard to ignore and I did it, bunching up the fabric to show off the full length of my boots, the bare skin of my thighs. Wanting to test him, I stopped before I reached my waist.
“All of it, Miss Daniels.”
I shivered at the darkness in his voice, the dirty promises he was making when he said my name. Biting my lip, I brought the skirt all the way up to my waist, making sure to give him a good view of my underwear. I always made sure to match in lingerie and today they were a pastel pink held together by a pink strap.
He moved closer until his legs bumped the mattress. When I noticed exactly where his eyes were, my insides boiled as my pussy clenched. His gaze had a way of searing me, turning me into a molten mess.
“Lean back and don’t let go of your skirt.”
When I didn’t move, he shifted onto the bed until he hovered over me. He nudged me until my back hit the mattress. Mindful of my comfort, like he always was, he tucked a pillow underneath my butt for extra support. His fingers skimmed the inside of my knees and I bit back a laugh. Still, my body shook as I held it in and he knew it.
“Something funny?” he asked with a note of humor in his voice. He knew my ticklish spots and until this show really got going, it was going to remain ticklish. He touched the spot again and I couldn’t hold it in and giggled.
“Please don’t do that,” I said, still laughing.
“Do what?”
“Make me laugh.”
“Then what should I do?” he asked, straightening away from me, his hands resting on my ankles and rubbing the sensitive spot there.
“Make me scream,” I said. “Make me moan and fall apart. Put that teasing mouth of yours on me. Touch me.”
He chuckled, the sound low and spine-tingling.
“I will. At my pace.”
I moaned in frustration, but that moan changed when I felt his hot mouth against the inside of my thigh. All I could see when I peeked down was his brown hair with blond highlights.
Oh boy, he was going down on me. My favorite activity and one he loved to do. He had no problem giving when it came to the bedroom. It aligned with his type of bossiness.
His mouth trailed dangerously close to where I wanted him most.
His fingers find my underwear, and he didn’t even give me a chance to save them before he tore them off. Yes, tore them off. The pink strap easily broke from his strength and I moaned at the hotness level. I pulsed with need, knowing he had the strength to do that.
I’d always fantasized about my panties being torn off and darn, he just fulfilled it. I gasped when his mouth kissed up to my pussy, his scruff scratching at my sensitive skin, sending me up higher and higher in pleasure. My body tightened. At this rate, I was going to come before his lips even reached my hot, pulsing center.
His fingers found my soaked folds and he moaned in pleasure.
“You’re already so wet for me.” His finger swirled in my juices and I gasped at the feel of his touch. “So amazingly wet. Just for me.”
“Only for you,” I barely got out, the fire consuming me.
“What do you want, Miss Daniels?”
“You.”
He bit the inside of my thigh and I whimpered at the sting of his teeth. He soothed it over with an open kiss, his tongue practically licking my skin.
“What do you want, Miss Daniels?”
“Your mouth.”
“Where?” he asked.
My face heated.
“M-my pussy,” I said.
“Good girl.” He practically purred.
I couldn’t even grin at his praise before his lips found my core and I screamed in pleasure. His tongue flicked over my clit, sending sharp tingling sensations up through my lower stomach. He then licked along my folds, finding my entrance and going deeper.
“Oh, Koen,” I moaned. He played
my body expertly as he continued to explore and taste me down there. His enthusiasm and enjoyment sent me soaring higher and higher.
My body clenched.
“Not yet,” he commanded and I whimpered. I wanted to let go, to release. I was so close. “Hold on just a little bit longer.”
My body listened to him, refusing to give me the release I wanted without his permission. I wanted to yank on his hair, to command him to let me come.
When I moved my hands to touch him, he stopped and lifted his head, eyes dark with pleasure and something darker.
“Not. Yet.”
I whimpered and put my hands back on the bed, away from him.
“I want to,” I moaned.
“Keep that up and I’ll stop.”
“You’re not playing fair.”
He chuckled. “This is only the start of what I can do, a taste.” He leaned forward and pulled my clit into his mouth. My hips bucked up off the bed at the sting of pleasure and I screamed.
“Please. Please, please.”
“Please, what, Miss Daniels?”
“Please, let me come.”
Tears were forming in my eyes. I was frustrated and so high, ready to fall apart. He needed to let me fall apart.
“Then do it,” he said and drew my clit into his mouth again, biting down. That undid me and I screamed as I came, his permission and that move sending me right over. The orgasm shattered me, turned me into jello.
When I came back down from the best high ever, Koen was by my side, holding me to him. I grinned.
“That was awesome,” I said.
He chuckled. “Glad to be of service.”
“We need to do that. Lots more. Tons more. All the time.”
His smile widened, his eyes twinkling. “I’d love nothing more than to do that with you whenever you want it.”