Light applause follows Devyn as she leaves the stage and heads towards the bar counter, keeping her head down. The man she had tried to keep out of her mind was here and had watched her performance with a look of wonder in his eyes.
Why was Kieran here? And why had he looked at her like that?
“One glass of wine, please.” She orders before taking a seat on the barstool and rubs her temples. Her performance had gone smoothly, and she was happy with the whole gig, but the way it ended left her with knots in her stomach.
“Devyn,” she hears the voice of Ian behind her and turns around, only to stare straight into the face of Kieran. “See, I told you she was amazing,” Ian says and nudges him lightly.
“She was exquisite,” Kieran replies softly, pinning her with his lust-filled gaze once more. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks; Kieran was Ian’s boss!
“This is your boss?” She asks
After arriving home, Devyn heads towards the kitchen. She needed coffee, and she needed it made strong. Kieran wanted her, but he needed her to say the words. Would she be so bold as to do that? She pours her coffee and leans over the counter, thinking about what happened between her and Kieran. The things he made her feel with a kiss alone pale compared to what any other man had made her feel in the past. She sighs, then takes a sip of her coffee. Clarissa would be working late tonight because of Marley not pitching, so she would be exhausted when she gets home later. How would her friend take this newest development with Kieran? Would she even dare to tell her? Things were happening so fast in her life lately, she wasn’t sure which way was up. “I saw you tonight,” Devyn feels a chill down her spine at the voice behind her. It can’t be… they just had the locks changed! She turns around and braces herself; Nathan stood there with a reckless in
They’ve arrived at the underground parking lot of one of Manhattan’s premier apartment buildings. Devyn looks over at Kieran in the driver’s seat, “What exactly do you do for a living? There is no way you make your money from a BDSM and Jazz club alone.” She asks him and heard him chuckle. “Let’s save that conversation for another time, hun.” He says and parks the car in what she noticed was a VIP parking. It seems everything Kieran deals with is “VIP”. He comes to a halt and gets out of the car, walking around to the passenger side then opening the door for her. “Thank you,” she says as she gets out of the car. He held out his hand for her to take and she reciprocated. What was she doing? Was it wise going with someone who just shot her ex in the head? She realised that it was a bit too late to turn back now seeing as the elevator doors just closed behind her. Kieran was being exceptionally quiet right now and it started to unnerve her tremendously. Should she say s
KieranHe lets go of Devyn and releases a strained groan as his cock slides out of her. That may have been the most average sex he’s ever had, but the passion behind it had blown his mind. She looks up at him, all coy and embarrassed, as a blush covers her cheeks. He knew she tried to fight the attraction she felt towards him; he did as well, but in the end, he had to have her. She was too much of a temptation to let her go.Pulling down a hand towel from next to the shower, he hands it to her, and she cleans herself up. After disposing of it, she turns to him and he feels the anxiety radiating from her as she subconsciously moves to cover her supple body. Kieran frowns at this. “We just had sex, Devyn. There’s no reason to be shy and hide your gorgeous body from me.” He says and walks towards her, putting his hands on her hips. She shakes her head. “It shouldn’t have happened that way,” she says and walks away
Devyn Devyn opens her eyes and could immediately feel the start of a heavy migraine that would plague her day. Groaning, she sits up and takes in her surroundings, feeling momentarily stunned. Then she remembers the gun, the blood and her shower with Kieran. Trauma does weird things to you, you either live through it and suffer in silence, or you seek help in the form of another person. For years Devyn chose the former, wearing a smile on her face when she knew she was dying inside. But last night things had been different; she confided in someone, and by confiding she meant she let Kieran fuck her brains out. Thinking back to last night, she feels a sudden blush fill her cheeks, and she lays back down on the bed. She hardly ever blushed or played coy, but Kieran seems to bring that out in her. He had claimed her last night, and she said yes to him - she was his new submissive. How would that work though? He was her boss and n
As soon as they pull up outside her apartment building, Devyn’s heart beats wildly. The last time she was here, she had a gun to her throat. Kieran sees her pale and turns towards her, “If you’re uncomfortable with coming back here, we can leave, love.” He says and takes her hand in his, but she shakes her head. “This is my home. If I don’t face my demons now, I never will.” She says and notices the gleam in Kieran’s eyes.“That’s my girl,” he remarks with a smile before getting out and opening the door for her. “I won’t go in with you, Clarissa would have an aneurysm.” He says before giving her a kiss on her cheek and getting back into his car. Giving her one last smile and wink, he drives off in that extremely flashy car of his.Devyn braces herself, takes a deep breath and enters her apartment building. She knew Clarissa was bouncing off the walls with curiosity already and would wan
It has been one year of bliss for Devyn and she wondered when she would come down from her high. Kieran has shown her things, filthy things that she would never think of uttering to Clarissa. Being a submissive was definitely not how they portrayed it in the media; it was not about being trapped, but about finding her own freedom in being bound. Everything they did was consensual, and Kieran would always stop as soon as things were getting too much for her. Then came what he called ‘Vanilla Sex.’ This Devyn loved above all else because Kieran worshipped her body in bed. There was a certain power that came with making a man like Kieran Teague be gentle and sensual like that. Clarissa was working at the bar as well, and Kieran matched her Rabbit Hole salary on Devyn’s account, something Clarissa was eternally grateful for. Devyn’s musical career seemed to find its footing as well. They offered her a one year contract with a record label, and Kieran urged her to
Devyn Move in with Kieran? For some reason this felt like a bigger step than getting collared by him; it felt more permanent. “Devyn?” He asks, and she looks up at him, now fully awake again. How would she answer him, and how would he react? “You just collared me and gave me explosive orgasms. Now you’re asking me to move in with you. Could you let me breathe for a second, babe?” She says, trying to make light of the situation, but truth be told, the thought scared her. She’s only ever lived with Clarissa. The thought of moving in with Kieran permanently made their relationship seem... final. He smiles at her. “Of course. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” He says and plants a kiss on her forehead. Not long after that, she felt her eyelids get heavy, and dreamt of weddings, babies, and moving in with Kieran. When she woke up the next morning, Kieran’s space next to her was empty. She sighs, a lot happened las
KieranKieran walks out of Mt Sinai Hospital in a daze. He had a son; he knew it in his gut that Killian was his - the child had his eyes, the Teagues all had those eyes. How would he broach this subject with Devyn? They had just made progress in their relationship and now he would introduce yet another hurdle. Should he tell her about the child now, or when the paternity tests were in?He wonders if she would stick around after this. If she didn’t, he would understand but there was no way that he would abandon his son. That wasn’t how he was brought up; he would never leave family behind.Heading towards his offices, he opts to drown himself in more work today - He might lose Devyn tonight, but in that loss, he would gain a son... Was he ready for the change?Devyn“No fucking way,” Clarissa says when she sees Devyn walking in with the collar around her neck. It was dainty and gave little a