Chapter 20 - Preview of Edited Version (SMUT)

I ran to my room almost immediately after his hold loosened on me, and I closed the door. Looking over to Delilah, sitting on the bed eating popcorn, she glanced over to me and smiled.

"You smell like chicken!" She giggled, and I laughed with her as I grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom to shower. Taking off my clothes, I hopped in the warm water and sighed as it went through my hair.

After the shower, I opened the door to see my baby still sitting on the bed watching TV. I blowdried my hair quickly and dressed in a fitted light grey long-sleeve lounge set with white fuzzy slippers. There was just something about fluffy shoes or socks in the fall that made me wear them constantly.

After putting away my belongings from the shopping trip, I noticed a small box gifted to me earlier, courtesy of Killian. Opening it slowly, I pulled out the diamond necklace and sighed internally. What was I to make of this gift?

On one hand, I knew it was simply because he wanted me to spend the money on the card he practically forced into my wallet. On the other hand, I was his.. 'dessert' only yesterday night. What if this was a way of saying thanks for cumming in my mouth.. his parting gift? What if I am actually being delusional? I thought to myself and shook my head as I put it around my neck.

Grabbing Delilah's hand, we went downstairs to the dining room to see the already set table. I took a seat and sat Delilah next to me as Reginald walked in.

"I have to say, Brielle, I was a little skeptical when you said you knew how to cook, but I have to say I am very impressed." He admitted as he came over and filled our glasses with water.

I shrugged my shoulders. "The cooking tutorials online help a lot." He chuckled, and I saw Leo walk in and wave over at us.

"Don't mind me. I'm just here for a plate." He was pushed out of the way as Blaine entered as well.

"I'm here for mine, too." Delilah turned her head to the voice and gasped when she saw him.

"UNCLE BLAINEY!!!" He made a fake gasp and opened his arms as he tilted his head.

"Neicy Dede? Um, where's my huge little girl?" She hopped off the chair and ran over to him, jumping into his arms. He walked over to the table and tickled her softly. I placed my elbow on the table while resting my chin on my hand.

"And when did this relationship start?" I questioned, and he shrugged and sat in the chair across from me with Delilah on his lap.

"I don't remember.. maybe two weeks ago? We've just been keeping it on the down low. I face-timed her a little earlier and had someone deliver her a few gifts and such."

I shook my head. "You all spoil her too much. You better not be corrupting my baby." I pointed a finger at him, and he waved me off.

"You already corrupted her yourself. Never in my life have I seen a child actually deny gifts and toys." I rolled my eyes at him, and they froze when I saw Killian walking in with dark gray joggers and a white t-shirt. I bit my lip as I tried to avert my eyes, but he'd already caught me staring and sent over a slight wink. I looked away and glared at Blaine, Delilah, and Leo as they whispered and giggled while staring at our interaction.

"Look, they're matching," Delilah whispered, and Blaine leaned in.

"That's because they like each other," He whispered even lower, and Leo and Delilah acted surprised and started laughing. I ignored them and watched as Killian took a seat beside me. He looked over at Leo and Blaine and sighed.

"Why are you two in my home?"

They both shrugged and replied at the same time. "I'm hungry."

Killian sighed as he shook his head, and Reginald came in and started serving us the food. Once we all had our plates, he sat on the other side of Killian, and everyone took the first bite. I took mine and waited for their reaction.

"Oh my God," Blaine said out of nowhere with a mouthful, and he held his hand up to his mouth. My heart raced for a second, but I rolled my eyes playfully as he shook his head and made fake tears come to his eyes. "I just need a second.." He exaggerated, and Delilah pulled him into a hug as if something was actually wrong.

"No wonder this is your cooking. Reginald would have never made food this good." Killian spoke, and Reginald dropped his fork on the plate with a clank and looked over to Killian. "I'm offended, sir,"

Killian sighed, and the rest of us tried to stifle our laughs. "Alright.. I guess your cooking isn't the worst, and at times... it can be good," He muttered the last part, and Reginald smiled as he picked up his fork and continued to eat.

After eating and conversing, we finished up, and both Blaine and Leo made a few plates to go, which didn't bother me much as we still had food left over. They said their goodbyes, and Reginald and I stayed back to clean up a bit while Killian disappeared to the living room. Once we finished, Reginald took Delilah to get her ready for bed, and I walked out of the kitchen and made my way to the stairs.

I stopped midway when I saw Killian sitting in the living room, drinking a glass of red wine with the bottle and another glass on the table. His eyes watched me as I approached him slowly. In some way, he'd created an almost alluring atmosphere.. just from his presence and gaze alone.

"Join me, will you?" He requested, and I sat beside him on the couch as he placed his glass on the table and poured me one. After handing it to me, I took a small sip and held it in my hands as he looked back at me.

"I want to thank you for making dinner tonight. You didn't need to." He spoke, and I smiled and pushed my hair behind my ear.

"It's fine... It was a good distraction for the time being.." He took another sip of his wine, and I spoke again.

"I have a few.. requests I would also like to share with you.." I muttered, and he nodded. "I'm all ears."

"Firstly, Delilah's birthday is in a few weeks, and I wanted to know if I could throw a small celebration for her at your penthouse. Nothing too big, very intimate, and I completely understand if you say no. She also talked about wanting to trick or treating.. And lastly, I want to shop without feeling like I'm being watched or forced to shop in certain areas." I admitted, slowly trailing off as he listened intently. Averting my eyes from his, I took a swig of my wine as I awaited his response.

"Do you want me to be nice?" He asked after a moment, and I sighed as he let out a chuckle before continuing.

"My party planner can plan Delilah's birthday. She'll coordinate with a few different people and plan for a party with her dance friends and a few of the princesses in the movies... she still enjoys those, am I correct?" He asked, and I simply nodded as I took another sip of wine.

He continued, "As for the candy and costumes, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, and as for you, darling, we wouldn't be in this predicament if you were less defiant when it comes to your compensation."

"So this is all my fault for not accepting the half-a-million-dollar weekly salary then?" I attempted to clarify, and he tilted his head. "In a sense.. sure."

"And you've decided it is justifiable to control what I do, where I go, how I do things, and when I do them because I won't willingly accept your terms and conditions?" I questioned, and slowly, I watched his eyes darken as he spoke.

"Darling.. I'm doing it for no other reason than the fact that I can."

"I don't think I follow," I muttered, and he placed the glass on the table.

"You don't follow.. tell me, Brielle, why are you here?"

"Here as in..." I tilted my head, and he shrugged.

"Why do you work for me? Why is it that you reside in my home? Why do you have an eight-figure yearly salary for a job that can be done with a five-figure one?"

"...Because you're controlling my life," I confessed, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"And that's because you let me." He concluded, and I remained silent. In a sense, I did let him.. but what choice did I have? His eyes darkened further as I whispered. "Well, what choice do I have?" He stood up slowly, a sinister smile coating his lips as I watched him approach me.

"You've always had a choice, Brielle. You were just smart enough to choose the right ones." He stopped before me, and I gulped softly as his hand lifted my chin to make eye contact with him.

"You need me, Brielle. You want the security, stability, and comfort.. at least that's what you've always wanted for Delilah."

I wanted to hate him... I did hate him for so many reasons.. "That doesn't mean I can't hate you for controlling my life."

"You can't hate me.." He asserted, and I bit my lip as he leaned in slowly. "Not when you belong to me.." He muttered, and I felt myself wither as his lips pressed against mine. His hands ran down my torso, and I held in a moan as my body felt heated simply by his touch.

He pulled away after a moment as my thighs involuntarily tightened and whispered, his voice laced with lust and desire. "....How much do you hate me?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"Still.. so much.." I whispered, and he hummed.

"You don't think the feelings are mutual? You don't think I hate how fucking captivating you are? You don't think I hate how gentle and compassionate you can be.. how you fucking cloud my mind but just fucking existing?" He asked, and I almost flinched as he put his hands in my hair, pulled my head to the side, and placed a small kiss on my exposed neck. He breathed me in and groaned as he spoke.

"Every day, I find myself losing control when it comes to you. I feel myself unraveling.. wanting to give in to every want and every desire you ignite in me.. Every single day."

My hands found his chest as I savored his mouth on my neck. Memories of the night before flooded my mind again, and I spoke with a whisper.

"What if I wanted you to... take control?" He furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he pulled away slightly.

"Meaning?" He asked, and I shrugged timidly as he leaned down closer. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and I felt my skin go hot as he ran his hands up and down my thighs slowly. "You want me to take control... over what?" He whispered, and I gulped softly as I gazed into his eyes.

"... Me.." I whispered, and he didn't say anything for a moment.

"Getting this involved, Brielle.. can lead to consequences.. It will change our dynamic," He whispered, and I nodded softly.

"I-I know.." I answered, and he breathed in heavily as he squeezed my thighs in his hands.

"You gave me a taste.. last night at the gala.. and that was that. After tonight, what if I want more, hmmm? What if I won't be able to get enough of you."

"Well.. what if I wanted more..." I whispered, and he shook his head.

"You told me yourself.. you still hate me... You don't know what you want.." He muttered, and I bit my lip as a surge of confidence pushed through me.

"And you do?" I asked, and he paused.

He looked at me for a moment, and before I knew it, his lips were against mine as his hand gripped my neck. I felt my breath leave my body as my arms wrapped around his neck. Forcing his tongue into my mouth, he dominated the kiss as his hand tightened around my throat. Mixing the feeling of need between my thighs and the lack of air from his control, I felt the craving for him rise.

Removing his hand from my neck, he placed his hands under my thighs before standing up. As he held me, I ran my hands through his hair as I could feel his length against my core. He walked toward his bedroom, and I had to hold in a moan as he lowered his mouth to my collarbone. As he placed his open-mouthed kisses, I could barely keep it together as my panties dampened.

Eventually, he laid me against the bed, and I gasped as he pulled my bottoms down in one quick motion. As he forced my legs apart, I blushed heavily as he simply stared at me while he slowly pulled his shirt off. I moaned softly as he ran his thumb over my clit gently. As I held my legs back to my chest, he leaned down and hummed as I gulped.

"Fuck, I can't wait to taste you again.." He muttered, and before I could even think, his tongue latched to my clit. My back arched against the bed as my mouth opened, and I clutched his hair in my fists. He replaced my hands on my thighs, pushing me open more so I was exposed to him even more. His tongue worked magic, toying with my bud, teasing my entrance, and making me shiver in his hold.

"That feels so good." I whimpered, and he placed a few kisses on my core before he took my clit between his lips again. As he sucked, he used two of his fingers at my entrance. As he sunk them into me, my breathing increased as he worked to make me cum in his mouth. Leaning up abruptly, I tried to push him away as he went even deeper, but he ignored me as his eyes met mine.

Falling against the bed, my release came in full force as my legs shook in his hold. I was breathless as he pulled away and slowly ran his thumb up and down my clit.

"You take birth control.." He muttered, almost as if he knew, and I bit my lip as I nodded, silently thanking OB/GYN for recommending me the pills because of my family's history of PCOS symptoms.

He hummed in contentment, and my eyes widened slightly as he dropped his pants. "Good." Was all he said, and I practically sat frozen as my eyes were locked on his bulging length. My face was absolutely beet red, and I almost choked on my spit as he climbed onto the bed. Is now a good time to tap out?

Before I was able to think, I squealed as he effortlessly pulled me to him by my ankles. His hand found the bottom of my top, and he pulled it off along with my bra before tossing it to the ground. Wetting his hand with his tongue, he coated his length. I flinched slightly as I felt him rub his tip along my folds. This was happening. This was really happening.

Leaning over me, he placed another kiss on my lips before leaning his forehead against mine. As he slowly pushed in, I bit my lip as the pain became almost unbearable. It was excruciating, and though I'd read many books that described the experience like ripping off a bandaid or wanting to get it over with, I was thankful Killian was going at a relatively tolerable pace.

Soon, he was fully inside of me, and I felt on fire as he peppered small kisses on my neck and face. This was a side to Killian I wasn't used to seeing. The patient, caring, and understanding side. It felt almost foreign, but with the way he caressed my body and tenderly held me as he waited for me to be comfortable, I unfortunately felt myself become more aroused.

Slowly, I moved my hips as he placed a kiss on my lips, and he groaned as I did. "Brielle.. don't start anything you can't finish.." He muttered, and I bit my lip as his hands held me in place.

Leaning up to his ear, I whispered softly. "But sir.. what if I want more?"

He scoffed for a moment, and before I could even think, I saw stars as he pulled out and slammed himself back into me. "You want more, huh?" He muttered, and I threw my head back as he went deeper and faster. I let out a guttural moan as he practically forced himself into me, using me for his own pleasure. He leaned up slightly, and my eyes locked in on him as he wrapped his hand around my neck.

"You tell me when you can't take it anymore, and I'll stop. If there is anything you don't want me to do, I will stop immediately. If you can't speak, tap my arm three times, yes sir?" He affirmed, and I nodded quickly as my hips involuntarily met his thrusts.

"Yes, sir," His hand tightened around my neck as he pounded me harder. Drool left the side of my mouth as I whimpered softly, and he laughed menacingly.

"You look so pretty getting fucked.." My core clenched even more at his praise, and his eyes practically rolled back. I placed my hand on his wrist for some support as he still held my neck, and he slowly loosened his grip. However, I shook my head quickly as I didn't want him to stop. He smiled sadistically as he placed a kiss on my lips and tightened his hand, limiting my air supply once again.

"That's a good girl." He muttered, and slowly, my legs began to quiver. He looked down at them momentarily, then leaned his head back as he hissed.

"Fucking hell.. that's it, sweetheart.. that's it, darling, soak my cock.." He muttered, and tears came to my eyes as the lack of air and his pleasurable thrusts forced me into an orgasm that was more intense than my first only a few minutes ago.

Gazing into his eyes, he looked down at me in almost admiration. I had no clue what came over me.. but I had never felt closer to him than in that moment. As if he felt it too, he quickly looked away, almost to distract himself.

He let go of my neck, and I gasped heavily as I took in more air. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on my lips, stealing my breath away, as he flipped us over so I was now on top of him. He gripped my hips in his hands, and I sat up slowly as he spoke.

"Ride me.." He ordered, and I felt my heart practically sink.

"Killian.." I whispered and whimpered as he pinched my breast nipple between his fingers. I flinched as I became wetter while he looked at me possessively.

"Move your fucking hips." He ordered, and I placed my hands on his chest as I shuddered, sinking deeper as I slowly moved. My body practically trembled as he hummed.

"You wanted more earlier, huh? Fucking work for it." He seethed, and I nodded quickly as I went a bit faster.

"Yes, sir," I whispered, and he tilted his head back on the bed in ecstasy. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I looked down at his defined torso and muscular arms. His jaw clenched slightly, and I moaned as he took in a deep breath to compose himself.

He placed his hands on my hips and bent his legs slightly as he let me continue pathetically. I could barely even hold myself up.. it was too good. He leaned up, and I adjusted my position slightly as he placed a small kiss on my lips.

With my arms now wrapped around his neck, he stopped my hips for a moment, and I almost looked at him questionably before he began drilling himself into me again. I pulled him in closer as I let out another moan, to which he simply went harder. The room was filled with the delicious sound of him filling me up, my cries of pleasure, and his occasional curses and groans.

"It feels so good, sir.." I babbled almost, and he chuckled.

"I know, sweetheart. I can feel you ready to cum again.. I'm not going to stop when you do, okay?" He spoke, and I gulped softly as I nodded. In a few seconds, I found myself coming undone and true to his promise; he kept going as my legs trembled at the overstimulation. He placed soft kisses on my neck again as he went even harder than before.

"I'm going fucking cum in this little cunt. Fuck, you feel so good. Cum again with me, darling. Come on." He whispered, and I scratched along his back as I felt another orgasm approach. As he slammed my hips down one more time, we came at the same time in an almost euphoric, romantic sort of way. I could feel his cum seeping deep into me, and it felt absolutely amazing.

Our labored breathing filled the air, and I spoke after a moment or so. "Did that.. really just happen?" I whispered, and he replied, "It did.."

It was almost as if the weight of our actions had made the aura in the room tense. It was more intense than last night. Going all the way made it feel more real.. In the midst of my thinking, I felt him place a small kiss on my neck as he was still pulsing in my core.

"Killian.." I whispered, and he hummed, moving his hips once again.

"Let me have you for a little longer, darling.." He muttered, and I threw my head back as his mouth latched to my breast. Running my hands through his hair, I whispered.

"Still going to take control?" I asked, and he looked up as his eyes darkened slightly.

"Only if you let me.."