Page 10 of Snowbound Princess

“Of course, Kay. Part of loving someone is learning to forgive them when they do things that you don't necessarily agree with. I'd like you to be open and honest with me.”

Bastian caught her bottom lip in between his teeth and then kissed her. Her pulse quickened and she moaned. He kissed her like she was the air he needed to breathe, and as cliché as it sounded, it felt fucking perfect. They made out, an art which had fallen to the wayside over the past few years, for her at least, and she allowed herself to enjoy every moment. He broke the kiss first.

Kayleigh leaned in and licked a long line up his neck. She savored the way he tasted, having imagined it for so long, and then kissed him hard. They could stay like this forever, and she wouldn't even mind. "I could kiss you all damn day."

"Is that really how you want to spend the holiday?" He grinned.

"No, forget it." She fought the urge to devour his mouth again. The wetness in between her thighs distracted her as well. How much more turned on could she get? Though it would have been easier to just tell him, she picked the opposite route. Here goes nothing. "I guess fucking no longer sounds fun to you."

"I didn’t exactly say we should be doing that. I’m not sure why I thought you were in a better mood. The snark flying off your tongue says otherwise.”

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Kayleigh cocked an eyebrow. Bam. Gauntlet thrown.

Bastian clenched and relaxed his jaw as he studied her face, presumably searching for some indication of what she actually wanted. He released his hold long enough to flip her over his knees. Shoot. What the heck had flickered across her features? Though the two of them hadn't spent much time together over the past year or so, she did tell Rhett everything. Yes, everything. Probably some things she should keep to herself, but did Rhett then share all of her struggles with Bastian? They were best friends, so it shouldn't surprise her, but did her older brother secretly want them to wind up together?

"Oof." Kayleigh landed with a groan and it knocked her thoughts back to the present. Three sharp taps hit against the very top of her right thigh followed by the same number and intensity on the left. His palm seared the sensitive juncture, still sore from the earlier round, and she kicked her feet out. Bastian hooked a leg over hers, locking her in place. Part of her regretted the challenge she'd thrown out, but the other sang in relief. She'd tested. He'd responded.

"I'm sorry for real!"

"You'll be more sorry when I'm done with you."

"I didn't mean whatever you thought I meant."

"No more talking. I made a shiny new ball gag last weekend, and I'm happy to test it on you."

"You make those? What else do you have in your bag of tricks? Should I be—" She gasped as her panties were stuffed into her mouth. The fabric pushed against her tongue, and the shock forced her to breathe in through her nose. Holy fucking hell. She'd thought she couldn't get any more aroused, but he proved her wrong. Kayleigh didn't know what was worse: having Bastian punish her like a naughty little girl, or realizing how much she enjoyed it. She groaned as each slap resonated and again as the pain registered. Her skin burned like she had been sitting out in the sun all day, and yet he continued on. She'd demanded this reaction, and it spoke volumes about her current state of mind. Bastian truly understood why she acted like this with him. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. For so many years she could have been his already, and they both could have been getting what they needed.

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