Chapter 12: Aftermath

‎Kai’s POV

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‎'Did my kitten just slip into subspace from spanking alone?' He doesn’t even know what it is. He must be so confused right now.

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‎I felt his body loosen up around the sixteenth strike. That must have been the moment his mind turned off and he let himself get lost in the feeling — completely surrendering to me, as I felt him whimper and push his ass back on my palm while grinding on my thighs, desperately chasing his release.

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‎I carefully picked him up, his limp, warm body heavy in my arms, and placed him under the duvet with his chest facing down. Grabbing the ointment from the nightstand, I gently applied it to his reddened, swollen ass. My fingers trembled slightly as I rubbed it in, feeling the heat still radiating from his skin. This should reduce the swelling, redness, and irritation. Tomorrow he’ll definitely have trouble sitting or wearing anything tight.

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‎I just watched him sleep, my chest tight with something I didn’t want to name. Why had I impulsively agreed to marry him? I don’t do marriage. They always pretend to be innocent and then rip you off. I’ve had my life lesson, and I wasn’t sure he was going to be any different. How long could he pretend before he broke me too?

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‎I better lock my heart away and treat this as a business arrangement. I get a lover, and he gets a husband to help him escape his stupid family. I’ll have Adrian draw up the contract tomorrow. If he ever wants a divorce, I won’t leave him penniless, but he won’t be able to take anything from me. I’ll also prepare the contract for him to be my sub. I’ll introduce him to the lifestyle before he signs anything. If not… well, I don’t want to think about that.

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‎I took my phone and called Adrian.

‎“What the fuck is a newly married man doing calling a single man at this time?” he answered.

‎“Motherfucker,” I cursed. “I need a contract to protect me, Addy.”

‎“How many fucking times have I told you not to call me that? Only Aurelia has that right.”

‎I simply laughed. 'Of course, his goddaughter.'

‎“Are you sure, Kai? I mean, he seems different,” he said.

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‎I snapped, “She did too, didn’t she? Just draft a contract. I’ll leave him the penthouse in Central Town and half a billion. Then an office in the Lockhart building. That seems generous enough, considering I’m going to deliciously ruin him while we’re still together.”

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‎“Oh, Kai, don’t corrupt my ears. That’s pretty generous. I’m certain he’s different because of the way you treat him.”

‎“For now, he seems different. Also a natural submissive, and he doesn’t even know it. I intend to tell him about it and ease him in. He’ll go through his training at our new club, if he agrees, and I’ll draw up a contract. Can’t be too careful.”

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‎“Whatever you need, Kai. I’m on your side. At least more subs for me, considering you’re now taken,” he said.

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‎'What a fucker.'

‎“Goodnight, A. You’ll get everything tomorrow.”

‎I hung up. My cock was still rock hard and throbbing painfully in my pants. The ache was almost unbearable, a deep, heavy throb that matched the confusing tightness in my chest.

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‎I pulled my pants down, leaned back against the headboard, and wrapped my hand around my thick, leaking cock. I spat on the swollen head and started pumping it roughly, my grip tight and desperate. I rubbed my thumb over the sensitive slit, pressing down on it at intervals, imagining it was Ren’s hot, wet mouth wrapped around me — those plump, pink lips stretched obscenely wide, drooling and gagging as I fucked his throat deep, tears in his eyes, looking up at me like I was his whole world.

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‎I threw my head back, breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. "Fuck." My mind went back to the night I first fucked him. The way his fat, juicy ass bounced each time I slammed back into his tight, greedy hole. How he clenched and milked my cock like a desperate whore, sucking me in deeper, his body trembling with every thrust. My palm moved faster, slick and obscene, the wet, filthy sounds filling the quiet room.

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‎The way he spread his own ass cheeks with shaking hands, begging for more like a filthy little slut. Each time I thought I was being too rough, he’d push back and whine for harder, deeper, 'more'. The way his puffy nipples hardened when I bit and tugged them, he was such a pain slut, made for my cock, made for me, only me.

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‎'Gosh, I’m so close. My cock is throbbing so hard it hurts.'

‎And when I had laid him on his back and pushed inside that virgin hole for the first time, his breath hitched and it clenched around me like a vice, so hot and tight I almost came on the spot. How he arched off the bed when I rubbed his prostate just right, sobbing and begging. Oh, he begged again and again to cum, and I loved denying him, edging him until he was a crying, leaking mess. The way his hole squirted and his cock spurted at the same time was fucking perfect.

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‎At that, I grunted loudly and shot rope after thick rope of cum all over my chest and abs, my hips bucking into my fist like I was fucking him again. I kept stroking through it, riding out the high until my cock finally softened, my body shuddering with powerful aftershocks that left me breathless.

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‎After cleaning up with a washcloth, I came back under the duvet. Immediately, Ren — still unconscious, moved closer. I pulled him into my arms, his soft, warm body fitting perfectly against mine, his face tucked into my neck.

I've never had this patience for anyone, and definitely not when it involves sex but with him my ways are changing.

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‎I muttered against his hair, voice rough with something I refused to name, “What are you doing to me, my sweet boy?”

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