Author's Note:
This is Part 4 of Taming Kit, part of a larger ongoing work exploring themes of power, desire, emotional tension, and shifting dynamics between multiple characters. While this chapter contains explicit scenes, not every chapter will. The story is a slow burn with layered emotional development and psychological complexity, so each installment builds on the last.
⚠️ Content Warnings:
This chapter contains consensual BDSM, D/s dynamics, restraint, face-sitting, oral sex, voyeurism, and dirty talk. Themes of emotional manipulation, power struggles, and possessiveness are present throughout the story. Reader discretion is advised.
If you're just joining us, I recommend starting from Part 1- Lessons for Gia to fully experience the emotional arc of these characters. 💋
Gia-
The sound of the door makes my eyes flutter open. I expected her to be gone.
But there she is.
Kit.
I blink, half in a dream, half still warm from the touch of her hands and the ache between my thighs. I didn't realize how much I wanted her to come back until she did.
She steps into the low light, every inch of her like a shadow dressed in sin.
The first thing I notice are her thighs. Strong. Defined. The kind of strength that comes from intention, not vanity.
There's power in the way she moves, like she owns the floor beneath her feet. The fishnet stockings she wears only emphasize the cut of her legs, every step a reminder of how she owned me earlier and made me hers.
Her stomach is flat, and toned. Not soft, but not carved into abs either. Just the kind of body that makes me ache to touch and explore.
The black bustier clings to her like it was stitched onto her skin. Over it, a lace bra frames her small breasts, the fabric doing little to hide what is underneath. I can see the slope of her nipples through the mesh, hard from the chill or maybe from the look she gives me--like she is about to ruin me all over again.
And her hair. Long, auburn waves spill down her back and over her shoulders, catching the light in a way that makes her look a little feral, and maybe a little divine.
She looks like temptation wrapped in confidence. Like something I should run from, but can't.
My breath catches. She's here for more.
And I want more.
Kit steps closer, her eyes scanning my face.
"I couldn't stay away," she whispers. Her voice is low and husky and sends shivers down my spine. There's a weight behind her words, like something has shifted in her.
She kneels beside the bed, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek with the back of her hand. Her touch is soft, but there's a strength to it. The same strength that pressed me down and unraveled me earlier.
"Gia, I know you've had a long night," she says, her eyes searching mine, "so I need you to be honest with me."
Her thumb traces my bottom lip.
"Are you too tired? Or would you mind if we play some more?"
The answer is immediately on my tongue, but she quiets me before I can speak.
"I want you to know there is no wrong answer here. You don't owe me anything. I only want what you're willing to give."
I can't help but smile.
