After a few thrusts, he pulled his fingers out of her slowly and brought them to his lips, tasting the sweet nectar and grunting in delight. He looked down at her, enjoying the way her wide eyes seemed to stare at him in utter disbelief.
“You taste sweet…Just like I expected.” He said softly, licking his lips.
Kris turned so red she could have lit up the night sky and closed her eyes, looking away. Antoine chuckled and ran his hands up her exposed body and then back down, gripping her hips and flipping her over. She cried out but didn’t argue and instinctively drew her knees to her chest so that her ass was in the air, presented to him in a hopeful gesture.
He granted her wish, bringing his hand down on the round of her ass. The slap echoed through the room and sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She moaned and her eyes fluttered as she spread her legs even further. She got lost in the impact of his hand, enjoying the way it seemed to vibrate through her entire being. Kris lost count of how many times he brought his hand down on her ass, mewling every time.
Just as the sting on her ass started to get unbearable, the spankings ceased. That was the best thing about Antoine…He always knew when to stop. Kris relaxed a little as his heavy handed strikes came to a stop for the moment. She took the time to take a few deep breaths and start to recover from the blows. She was still flying high from the spankings and didn’t even hear him unzip his jeans.
When he slid himself into her she let her mouth fall open in a long, low moan, eyes rolling back as he filled her to the brim. Every inch of her screamed for him and every move he made electrified her. As he buried himself into her completely, she felt like they were one person. A soft whimper left her lips as she arched back into him, enjoying the sheer size of his manhood. She’d taken lovers before but no one of them stretched her open the way he did.
She rocked back against him and lifted her head as he tangled his fingers in her hair and gave a firm tug. Kris cried out, chewing her bottom lip as a familiar heat began to pool in her belly. Every time she was over his knee or the spanking bench she felt this heat. It pooled inside of her and threatened to spill over, though the spankings alone never got her there. His girth sliding in and out of her warm, velvet cavern, however, showed incredible promise.
Soon enough, Antoine was setting a pace that was rocking her world. Every time he thrusted into her his hips smacked into her burning ass and drew a loud moan from her. Couple with that and the incredible feeling of being totally full, she knew she wouldn’t last long.
Kris’ vision began to blur and she knew there was no way she was going to hold out much longer. A firm slap on the rear sealed her fate and when she came she swore she saw universes being born. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she collapsed on the pillows, shuddering as he continued to pound into her. A few moments later he cried her name to the heavens and spilled his seed deep inside of her. It filled her to the brim until it was leaking out onto the pristine sheets.
Kris let out a soft sob and collapsed on the bed, curling up as he wrapped his arms around her. Kris’ vision went cloudy and she let herself relax into his arms, enjoying the warmth his body was putting off. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ear but she hardly heard a word of it as she drifted off into the best sleep she ever had.
Chapter Eighteen
When Kris woke up the next morning, she was surprised to find that her lover was still in bed with her. She'd half expected that he'd change his mind and head for the hills when he woke up. Yet, there he was, dozing happily beside her.
Once they were both awake, they took a happy walk downtown and had breakfast, enjoying small talk. Kris wanted to ask about the contract and about whether he still wanted her around, but it seemed that it might stifle the conversation. He alleviated all of her fears when he stood up to leave and cupped her cheek, offering her a very long, very public kiss.
Antoine had a meeting to get to and left Kris with enough money to pay for breakfast, lunch and still be able to go shopping.
She scooped up the money happily and headed back to the apartment, deciding that she would invite her new friends to lunch to discuss the good news. She knew that Rume would be happy to hear that she'd be staying in New Orleans. When he'd learned that there was a chance she might be returning to New York, the poor thing had been devastated.
Kris helped Rume and Red close the shop down, refusing to tell them what they were celebrating until they got to the restaurant. When she finally announced that she and Antoine sealed the deal and that she'd be staying, both her friends erupted into laughter and applause. Rume had nearly thrown himself across the table in excitement, wrapping his arms around her. Red was just as excited at the prospect of Kris staying thought she celebrated in a much quieter, controlled manner.
They planned out trips and adventures that they were going to take and by the time they left the restaurant the sun was just begging to set, even though it wasn't even five yet. Kris hated daylight savings.
She made her way back to the apartment, knowing that she needed to pick up and get dinner ready for Antoine. Just because they were official didn't mean she was going to be allowed to let her duties slip. She was still a submissive and there were still rules.
Kris wandered into the house, making sure to lock the door behind her. She set her keys down on the table beside the door and went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner. She pulled out fresh salmon and went to the knife block to grab a paring knife and that’s when she realized something was wrong. The twelve-inch knife was gone. Kris kept the kitchen spotless and always put everything away just so. She wouldn’t have left her twelve-inch knife laying around. Her blood ran cold and she wasn’t sure why. While it was improbable that she or Antoine left the knife out somewhere, it certainly was possible.
She turned around with the idea to open the dish washer and she was met with a set of glaring hazel eyes. They seemed to sparkle in the dim lighting of the kitchen and the second that Kris’ own gaze met them, she knew exactly who it was. Reinn’s features were unforgettable and those cat like eyes that glistened with pure hated sent shivers down Kris’ spine.
“Reinn…”
“Welcome home.” She purred, poison dripping from her words.
Chapter Nineteen
Kris stared at the knife in Reinn’s hand, her eyes wide as she tried to calculate the woman’s next move. One well-placed strike and Kris would be bleeding out on the floor.
“Reinn…W-What are you doing here?” She whispered, fighting to keep her voice calm and almost conversational. If she could keep Reinn calm long enough, she might be able to get her to drop her guard or she might be able to stall until Antoine got home.
“I did a lot of thinking after you left, Kristine. You were just so rude, running out on our conversation before I was finished. You even had the gall to roll your eyes at me. You know what that says about you? It says that you’re a disrespectful little bitch and that you don’t have the slightest clue as to what it means to be a submissive. You wouldn’t know honor and respect if it slapped you across the face.” She said, taking a step forward.
Kris took an equal step back, sliding down the counter, her eyes darting to the open archway that led to the living room. If she could make it to the door she could alert Red and Rumi who were probably still downstairs.
“Don’t you even think about it. I’m not going to let you run away this time. We need to talk.”
“We don’t need to talk, Reinn. I’m not interested in Antoine. I don’t want to be with him…Our contract is ending next week and I’m going to New York.”
Reinn let out an animalistic scream that echoed through the entire apartment and made Kris freeze. She had slowly been inching her way towards the door when that banshee call erupted from her. She slammed the knife into the cabinet and it went right through the thin wooden panel.
“LIAR!”
Kris took the opportunity while the knife was stuck in the cabinet to turn and run, heading for the doo
r. Her eyes were locked on the door, on her escape, and she didn’t even see the ottoman that had been pushed in front of the archway. She tripped over it and hit the floor hard with a yelp, summersaulting until she finally hit the couch.
She tried to get up, her head spinning wildly as she pressed her palms against the floor and tried to push herself up onto her feet. Reinn wandered into the room behind her, humming softly, knife still in hand. She put her foot on Kris’ ribs and gave and firm push, knocking the girl onto her side. Kris rolled over and pressed herself against the couch, staring up at Reinn with wide, terrified eyes. She had no idea what she was going to do now. She was backed up against the couch with nowhere to turn and the only exit blocked.
Kris held up her hands as if to defend herself, ankle aching from her tumble. “I-I’m not lying. He broke it off with me…I’m going home.”
“Shut your fucking mouth. I followed you to the restraint. I heard you talking to those dumbasses and I know exactly what is going on.”
“Do you think killing me is going to win him back?!” Kris finally spat, her entire body shaking with anger and fear, “Do you really think that if you kill me he’ll want you around?!”
“Of course he will…We’re engaged, you know.” She cackled loudly and it hit Kris that this woman was bona fide insane.
Kris was considering making another break for the door when it crashed open and Antoine came in with a pistol in hand. He cocked the hammer back and aimed it right at Reinn’s head. His eyes were steely and unforgiving and he was clearly ready to pull the trigger if need be.
“Put the knife down, Reinn and get on your knees.”
“Oh, I’ve heard that one before.” She said, a dry chuckle working its way through her chest. “You always liked me on my knees.”
“Shut your mouth and do as I say.”
“I’ve always been good at following orders, but this time I’m going to have to say no. It’s better for the both of us if I get rid of her, darling.” She said softly, turning back towards
Antoine raised the gun in the air and fired a warning shot at the ceiling. The sound in the small apartment was horrendously loud and actually seemed to startle Reinn. She jumped and snapped her eyes closed at the sound, bringing her hands to her ears. Kris was just as shocked by the sudden discharge but managed to ignore the ringing in her ears long enough to push away from the couch and tackle Reinn to the ground.
The redhead screamed and hit the hard wood floor, knife clattering to the ground. Her head smacked the wood with a sickening crack and she fell still. Even though her advisory was clearly unconscious, Kris still lunged after the knife and picked it up, holding it to her chest as she backed away from Reinn’s unconscious body. A thick pool of blood was starting to form underneath her bushy red curls but Kris could see that she was still breathing.
She was clutching the knife to her chest as if she were afraid that someone might take it from her. Her bottom lip shook and she turned to Antoine to tell him to call the cops but he simply grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, cradling her close to his body and rocking her gently. He kept apologizing over and over again, though Kris wasn’t sure why. This wasn’t his fault.
Antoine pulled her away enough to kiss her face over and over again, his eyes watering with unshed tears. “I’m so sorry!”
“It’s not…Your-“
He cut her off with a kiss and stroked her hair back, shaking his head back and forth. “I shouldn’t have left you alone.”
Kris wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, suddenly appreciating every breath she took.
Chapter Twenty
Kris tried to ask Antoine more than once to call the cops, but every time she tried he silenced her with a desperate, terrified kiss. She was thankful when she finally heard the sound of sirens coming down the road. A small battalion of police were parked at their building and came upstairs, followed by EMTs.
Reinn came to as the EMT’s loaded her up onto a gurney and hauled her away. She looked at them and even as an oxygen mask was put over her face, she hurled profanities at them, promising she’d come and find them and finish what she started.
The words sent shivers all through Kris and even though the police were there, it didn’t stop the fear that was seeping into every nook and cranny of her body. The police took their statements as well as the knife that Reinn had attacked Kris with. The gun wasn’t actually used on anyone in the confrontation, but the police took it just to be safe. She was almost sad to see the firearm go. It made her feel a little bit safer.
The police investigation was short and to the point. They took a few pictures, asked a few more questions and then disappeared. Once the police were gone, Rume and Red were quick to come upstairs, eyes wide and afraid. It turns out that they had been the ones to call the police after they heard Reinn’s scream.
Rume was near tears as he wrapped his arms around Kris and told her how thankful he was that they were both okay. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost his friends. Rume wanted to stay but Red sensed that they were shaken up and gently coaxed the poor man back downstairs.
When they were finally alone, Kris allowed herself to break down. She hid in Antoine’s chest and sobbed until she had no more tears left. They went to the bedroom and locked themselves in for the night, taking the time to decompress.
Once Kris came down from her hysterics she curled up with Antoine, just happy that he was there and holding her so close. She drifted off in the warmth of his arms, her heart beating just a little too fast. She closed her eyes and though about how good this felt. She thought about how much her heart nearly pounded out of her chest when she curled up against him. As she lay there, listening to his heart beat she realized that she loved him with every fiber of her being.
And for the first time, that thought didn’t scare her.
***
Three months passed since Reinn was taken away in handcuffs. Kris had been afraid of the empty threats she’d hurled at them, but now that she was in prison that fear subsided. There had been more than enough evidence against Reinn when she went up for trial and Kris was more than happy that she and Antoine weren’t asked to testify. She was sure she could go the rest of her life without seeing Reinn and be just fine with it.
The cops were kind enough to relay her sentencing to them. Reinn was charged with assault with a deadly weapon with intent to kill. It translated to a very long prison sentence. Kris couldn’t say that she felt bad for Reinn. She’d brought it on herself and if she was that crazy maybe she needed to be locked up for good.
Kris tried hard not to think about Reinn. She’d disrupted their life enough, and in all honesty Kris wasn’t about to let her ruin anything else. She was happy despite the rough patches and despite the rift that Reinn tried to put between them, it only made them stronger.
As Kris thought about that fact a smile came to her lips. She put a few cookies on a plate and went to the living room where Antoine was seated in his recliner, reading through some purchase orders for the store. A silk pillow sat at his feet and Kris kneeled on it, holding the tray up and offering her lover the cookies.
“You should take a break, Sir. You’ve had your nose buried in that paper work all day.” She said, a slight pout coming to her lips.
“Someone has to keep the shop up and running.”
“I know, but maybe you could let Red take over some of the extra work?” She offered. “She’s a smart lady. She can handle it.
He cocked his brow and smiled, setting the papers down and leaned over to kiss the top of her head, “Will it make you happy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then consider it done.”
When those words left his lips, she knew that she’d found her happily ever after.
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Chapter One
“Spring Break 2015!!”
Vanessa yelled as she lifted her hand, extended her arm out as far as it would go.
Although Jessica was firmly against the concept of a “selfie-stick,” it was at that moment that she decided that it could actually be quite necessary in a time like this. She pasted a wide smile on her face, but her eyes narrowed as she struggled to find her own face reflecting back at her through the mirror of the phone. There she was, in the bottom corner, nothing but her dark brown roots showing.
“Say cheese!” Grace screamed in her impossibly high voice.
Madison scoffed. “No one, ‘says cheese,’ anymore.” She sneered.
Jessica rolled her eyes just as Vanessa managed to snap the picture, but, of course, it didn’t matter because she wasn’t even in it in the first place. As soon as the image of their faces and smiles had ossified onto the camera, the girls began to disperse. “Okay, where is Benjamin?” Vanessa demanded as she darted away.
Jessica stood away from the other girls, solidifying her place right by the currency exchange booth and far away from the baggage claim conveyer belt. She rummaged in her small shoulder bag for her pack of Marlboro blacks, a smile rising on either side of her lips when she secured them. As soon as everyone was satisfied with the luggage they had claimed, they would be able to go outside and she would be able to have her victory cigarette; her own gift to herself for surviving the long and grueling journey from Boston, Massachusetts, to Cancun, Mexico. She scoffed at that thought. It
was funny how their trip sounded so original and adventurous when they called it the Yucatan Peninsula. After all, it was the sight of all of those child sacrifices; brutal murders in honor of the sun God, legends of vampires and who knows what else.
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