Page 17 of Kane's Fake Relationship

“You don’t have to lie to me, Trinity. It’s fine, we’ve moved on from it,” I said with a wink.

“Who is training you?”

“I went to Japan over the summer and trained there. When I came back, Beckett hooked me up with Dare and Cleo. They have been amazing.”

“They know their shit, that’s for sure. I don’t rope, but I have approached them about teaching some workshops when I open.”

“Does your mother know what you do? Or any of your family, for that matter?”

“No, and I’d like to keep it that way, so if we could keep the kink talk to a minimum over Christmas, I would appreciate it.”

“My family doesn’t know either. Outside of my brothers, that is. We only play when we are in New York City. There isn’t anything like The Pendulum in Whitewood.”

“I wouldn’t think there would be,” she said with a laugh, “Other than this mansion you live in, it seems like your town is a lot like mine.”

“Mansions have cool things like moats and dungeons. The most I have is a hot tub and a stupidly expensive electric bill.”

Trinity stood and reached for my dish, bringing them both to the sink. I cleared what we left on the table and then came up behind her as she was washing the last of the dishes. My cock had been in a semi-state of arousal since I got a taste of her earlier and I was tiring of waiting.

“Aren’t you going to show me around this fancy place?” she said with a laugh as I sucked on her neck and pressed my cock into her backside.

“Can it wait? I have something else that needs your attention right now.”

Trinity shut the water off and reached for a towel as I turned her body to mine. I pulled down the V-neck of her shirt and exposed her breast. She had another one of those dainty lace bras on and I sucked her nipple into my mouth, lace and all, only for her to reach up and pull herself tighter to my body as I lifted her into my arms. Her legs wrapped around me as I let her nipple free.

“I will take that as a yes. It can wait,” I said as I nibbled and kissed my way along her collarbone.

“Yes… yes, it can wait.”

I carried her to my room and watched as her face lit up when I placed her on my bed. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself. Will you do that for me?”

Chapter Eight

Trinity

ThedynamicbetweenKaneand I was terrifying but I couldn’t get enough of it. He had moved an armchair from the corner of his room to the end of his bed, stripped me out of my clothes and arranged me among his white pillows and bedding. I might be a dominatrix, but I specialize in educating others. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in years or even a partner who I’d allowed to tell me what to do. Kane had a way of getting me to do what he wished without telling me. It was as if he knew ordering me around would just make me shut him down. It would. He was right about that. But much like earlier today when I let him devour me before we got on the road, I was also about to let him watch me bring myself to climax in front of him.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he groaned as I spread my legs for him.

“How do you want me?”

“Just as you are.”

I smiled down at him and ran my hands up my sides to caress my breasts.

“Is there anything you would like? I have toys you could play with, or I can get your bag,” he asked as he watched my every move.

“My bag would be wonderful.” I pulled at my nipples and twisted them just enough to give me the tinge of pain I needed.

Kane struggled to pull his eyes away, but eventually he stood and went for my bags he had put in the corner. He grabbed the smaller leather carryon and brought it to the side of the bed.

“May I?” he asked as he reached for the zipper.

I nodded and slid my hand between my legs to flick my clit, then rubbed slow circles around it while he watched. Once he finally opened the bag, his eyes went wide.

“Is all this for me?”

“It is.”

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