Page 47 of His Custody

He hadn’t dreamed she could be like that. In all the times he’d jerked off while trying not to think about her and failing, he’d never even gotten close to how brilliant she was in real life. In the willing and perfect flesh. Keyne. Jesus.

Curled into him, her breathing evened out, the rise and falls of her ribcage matching his. The easy way she took instructions, trusting him, obeying him, was delicious. Some women he’d played with had been brats; he didn’t play with them for long.

He’d put up with teasing, a small amount of insolence, but he was happier when they did as he asked, believing he knew best, he would take care of them. But even the most compliant ones had nothing on Keyne. And watching her come, it was almost better than coming himself. Almost.

His cock was concrete hard, aching with want, need. He needed to be inside her. Needed it now. She’d loosened her grasp on his chest, her small hands spread over his collarbones, fingers stroking absently. He kissed the top of her head, inhaled the sweet smell of her hair and reached for her chin, curling blunt fingers under the point and tipping her face up to look him in the eye.

“You enjoyed that.”

She rolled her lips between her teeth and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. “Yes.”

“I’m glad. I did, too. You like your sex rough, little girl?”

Her lashes fluttered and she looked away. He shook her chin gently and she blinked her mossy eyes back to him. “Apparently.”

Her tone wasn’t of incredulous disbelief though. Maybe she hadn’t done that before, but she wasn’t completely surprised. “Don’t do that. You tell me the truth. Always. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” A small smile graced her face, one that was just for him. The sweet, vulnerable side he’d been privileged to see. She wanted to tell him, and he’d do his damnedest to make sure he was worthy of the hearing.

“So tell me, did you know?”

“Sort of. I didn’t know for sure, but I thought... I thought maybe.” It was more than that given the self-conscious flush creeping down to her chest, but he’d let her have the tiny fib. It wasn’t hurting anyone.

“When did you know?”

Her small mouth compressed into a thoughtful bud and she looked away from him but he didn’t mind. He liked watching her think, sift through her memories to a time when she didn’t want to be held down, toyed with, forced. She frowned, a tiny line forming between her eyebrows and then looked at him shyly. “Always? Is that possible? Not like sex, obviously, but I always liked getting caught.”

Memories flooded his head: Keyne playing tag, hide-and-seek, capture the flag, cops and robbers. It was true. He’d thought at the time it was because she liked to let Gavin win. Keyne had been taller, faster, stronger than Gavin for much of their childhood, but somehow Gavin usually came out on top. As they got older, he thought maybe she wanted to coddle his ego, make him feel manly. But all those times she’d let Gavin run her down, lead her to “jail,” they took on a new flavor.

“You’re a lighter.” He breathed the word and her chin wrinkled, the center of her mouth pushing up. “It’s not bad, Keyne. Nothing bad, I promise. It means you knew. That you’ve always known this is what you wanted. Do you know anything about kink? BDSM?”

She shook her head. “Not really. Is that what that was?”

If it was humanly possible, his dick got harder. Every fantasy he’d ever had, come to life in the form of this redheaded girl. He wondered then if Gavin had lived, if he, Jasper, and Keyne would have ended up together anyway. Would Gavin have been able to make her happy? He knew his brother pretty well considering how far apart in age they were, and he’d never smelled a whiff of kink on him. Then again, he hadn’t suspected Keyne either but it all made so much sense now.

Not everyone who was into kink had come to it as an adult like he had. Some of them had always known; bondage, dominance, fetishes coloring their fantasy lives since they could remember. Didn’t make anyone better or more authentic or any of that nonsense, but there was a certain mystique to it. Plus, in the situation he currently found himself in, it made him feel more like he was fulfilling a wish Keyne had always had than imposing his own desires. And being able to provide for her, offer up on a platter something she’d always wanted? As much as he’d never thought to use the word in reference to himself, it made him outright giddy. Lightheaded with possibilities. But he’d rein it in, be, at least in this one way, responsible, and not let his exhilaration get in the way of answering her questions.

“Yeah. A taste.”

“There’s more?”

Okay, it was possible for his dick to get harder. The way her eyes got wider and her voice eager and breathy, it made whatever blood was left circulating in his body make a beeline for his cock. He swallowed hard so he wouldn’t pin her to the bed and fuck her raw. “Yeah, there’s more. A lot more.”

“Will you show me?”

Every discussion he’d ever heard about minors and kink at the club hurtled around his brain like pinballs. He hadn’t paid much attention or participated because it wasn’t an issue. He’d never touch a minor, he wasn’t planning to have kids anytime soon if ever, and he hadn’t realized he was kinky until he was a grown man. So what the fuck did he know?

But people hadopinionson these matters, as kinky people so often did. Some were vociferously in the No Minors, Ever camp. They wouldn’t talk to minors about kink, direct them to resources, nothing. They’d tell them to go have sex, date, and after they’d gotten a handle on that, come back to kink. And in the other camp—a much smaller one—were people like Leisl and Alice.

Leisl had found her way to kink on the young side, but it was the early days of the Internet, so there was only so much she could get her hands on. She’d tried going to munches, only to get turned away at the door because she wasn’t legal. Which he understood, because vanilla people tended to be squicked by kink and squicked could turn into a witch hunt. Led to police investigations, lost jobs, custody battles. No one wanted that, so people in the kink community tended to tread carefully.

So who had she ended up with? Some creeper who wasn’t a real Dominant but instead a predator who took advantage of her because she hadn’t known any better. Leisl made a pretty compelling argument that maybe that wouldn’t have happened if the more responsible community members would’ve at leasttalkedto her.

And Alice... She’d thought for the longest time she didn’t like sex, even though she wanted it. Had been convinced there was something wrong with her because the fantasies in her head didn’t match up with what she saw on TV or read in magazines, or the things boys wanted to do with her. Until she found a certain book. Then the lightbulb went off, and she realized she wasn’t alone.

Fuck if Keyne was going to end up with some asshole masquerading as a Dominant who would manipulate and abuse her, or think she was a freak because of the things she wanted. Not on his watch.

He could tell her no, he couldn’t show her, but then introduce her to some people. Leisl would take Keyne under her wing, and she was eighteen now, so other people might be willing to mentor her. But the idea of letting anyone else touch her made a fire ignite in his brain and shoot out the top of his skull. No one would be as careful with her. No would care for her, no one wouldloveher the way he did.

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