Confessions of a Wanton

19 Regret?

Above: Killian

🎶I fell in love with the Devil🎶
🎶Avril Lavigne🎶

Charlotte:

I'm screaming around the horse bit in my mouth. The explosions quaking through me hard. One orgasm after the next as the powerful man behind me pumps himself into me.

There are reigns attached to the bit and brindle in my mouth. I'm bent over my couch, wrists cuffed over my head, hands gripping the cushion for support. Face held up by the reigns in his hands, the angle of my neck feeling odd, but my chin softly gliding against the cushions made me feel it worth it.

My breasts feel firm wanting to be touched, my nipples straining against the soft fabric of the couch. My ass is in the air as Killian drives into me one last time, letting out a groan as he spurts deep into me. It has me writhing again, in pleasure. Coming again quickly, before he could pull out, he doesn't. Riding the wave with me.

I hadn't been turned on until he'd turned me around and bent me over the couch. I'm always wet for Killian, I hadn't understood what was wrong with me. He hadn't liked it either.

Hence the cuffs, and the bit. He hadn't gripped my hair this time, which is good because I can feel my headache coming back full force. At least with the birth control I don't have to ever worry about being pregnant. This can't be that. Right?

I groan. Clutching my head, spitting out the mouthpiece. The cuffs clinked softly as I rubbed my eyes, tiredly.

I'm still bent over but Killian is rubbing my back as he pulls out of me. Long swirls, gentle, as if he is afraid of breaking me. He rubs all the way down to my ass then back up again.

"You okay Char?" He doesn't ask this often. I must look awful. I nod my head. He helps me stand up, turning me to face him.

"Just need a shower. Wanna help me?" I smile through the pain in my head, shaking the cuffs slightly. He smirked.

Bending, reaching for the key he'd set on the floor next to us, expertly opening them and throwing them on the couch, without taking his arm away for support. He takes my wrists gently rubbing them, with a rather foreign look of concern crossing his features.

I've always masked how I really feel around him, weakness isn't something to share with this man. Yet, this look of care has me reeling with possibilities. Still, I don't want him thinking less of me.

Though right now I couldn't hide my pain if I tried. I groaned as another wave of agony shoots through me, deep in my belly unlike before when it was more of an ice pick to the temple. Lightening bolts spiderweb their way through the center of my body, scorching my nerves with each pump of blood passing through my system.

Suddenly airborne, my feet sling over a strong bicep and his other arm looped around my back. I set my head against his chest, sighing as he cradled my body closer, while walking into the bathroom. He gently toed open the door, walking to the tub without turning on the light.

Killian pulled the hand towel off the rack, careful not to let go of my legs While dropping it down on the closed toilet seat, before setting me down tenderly on the covered seat. He kissed my forehead softly, leaving a small tingle where his lips touched, before turning to start the tub.

He never shows affection like this. Never kisses my forehead, put a towel down on the seat so I'm not cold, never starts a bath for me, or checks the temperature like he's doing now. Kneeling next to the tub, on arm extending over the edge to feel the water cascade through his fingers.

If my head wasn't hurting so bad I'd smile. He added soap, watching as it bubbled. He then turned to light the candle next to my tub. The one I keep there just in case I want to relax in the tub. I leave a lighter in here for that purpose too. It's one of my favorites depicting the statue of David. Dick on full display.

I do smile this time. Seeing this powerfully built, attractive man doing small things for little-ol-me made my heart flutter. His muscles flex as if he sensed me watching him.

He turned face cast in shadows as he stands. He looked like a fallen angel, his hair is cut shorter then the last time I'd seen him.

Sexy. Well kept. Though right now it looked a little disheveled as he ran his fingers through it. I could tell he was a little uncertain.

Seemingly he's over it. I can tell by the way he picked me up. Leading me over to the tub. I have a second where I'm afraid he's going to drop me into it and hold me face under the water. But I know he wont deep down.

Instead he stepped into the tub and brought me down with him. My smaller body encased between his powerful thighs. He leaned me back against his well formed chest and I sigh.

We never do this.

He grabbed my loofah, squirting more of my candy cane body wash over it. And then placing it in the water. He got it wet enough that when he started to swirl circles, soaping over my breasts I'm nearing panting with desire.

My nipples are hard, the sound of the water coming from the faucet in a gently hum that leaves me feeling weightless. A little high. And not all there.

He soaps lower. Pushing around bubbles on my stomach. His other hand comes up and cups my breast. Gently kneading it as he softly nips my jaw.

My head is thrown back Against his shoulder, exposing my neck and shoulder for him to nibble on. I want him to.

"Christ Char, if I'd have known it would have been this good.... I'd have done this years ago." He whispers against my neck. The bite marks are on the other side and I feel comforted that they are and he can't get to them.

Wait...Why?

He pushes the loofah under the ever rising water level. Reaching for the place I wanted cleaned and touched the most. My head hurts less when he's touching me there.

He nipped at my neck, sending shivers through my body. His one hand kneading my breast reaches over to palm the other. Gently tugging at my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. I gasp.

He's got the loofah against me. Scratching in intimate areas, but I don't care. I'm loving every second of it. Enjoying the feel of his hands on me, the feel of his teeth against my neck. I want him to bite me.

I frown.

No I don't.

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