Chapter 7: An Odd Interlude
Once they were both dressed, Kyle gestured to the door, "After you, my little one." As Lena moved past him, she was bouncing playfully, somehow still a ball of energy. He could only smile at her youthful exuberance.
It was going to be another great day
, he thought. By the time they had made it down to the kitchen, it was late morning, "What do you want for... brunch?" he asked with shrugged shoulders.
Lena pressed a finger to her lips, affecting an air of serious thought, "hmmm..." she hummed looking back at him, the ghost of a smile tugging at her eyes and mouth. She practically bounced over to him again and grabbed his crouch, "How about this?" she said with a couple of light squeezes, "is this on the menu?"
Kyle looked down at her with raised eyebrows, "I'm not sure it will make your stomach stop growling so loudly, but I think we can add it later."
"You promise?"
"I did say if you were a good girl I would fuck your brains out again, didn't I?"
She gave him a meek submissive look, she bit her lip and said, "Yes Sir, you did..."
"Well then, be a good girl and have some toast or something," he said laughing.
Lena playfully gave Kyle a little submissive bow and then started bouncing around the kitchen again. She realized that she was actually pretty hungry and decided to make them some eggs and toast. Kyle pulled out a pack of bacon and added that to their repast. While she worked on the food, he went and brewed his famous pour over coffee.
Well famous to me,
she thought with a smile. She watched him move around the kitchen, his toned body filling out his grey sweatpants perfectly. She began to daydream again,
I need him to strap me into that chair again
, her pussy twitched and spasmed with just the memory of it.
Smelling something burning, Kyle turned around and saw that Lena had spaced out and had let the toast go black. "Whoa, babe, the toast is about to be on fire..." he said, giving her a poke.
Snapping out of it, Lena looked down and yelped, "Oh shit, sorry... Let me put some fresh bread on. At least I didn't burn the eggs?" she said with an apologetic grimace.
Kyle just shook his head and chuckled, "What were you daydreaming about? Though I think I may have an idea..."
Lena blushed, despite herself, and said, "I was thinking about you and me in the attic, and all the fun we had last night..."
"Oh yeah? Sounds like someone might be a bit obsessed..."
"I
am
not!" she said in protest, giving him a playful little shove, "but... it was pretty great, right?"
Kyle grinned widely, "I suppose it wasn't awful."
"Ugh?!" she exclaimed in mock disgust, "whatever, you're just jealous that you can't have as much fun as me!" she added in a sultry voice, running her hands over he breasts teasingly.
He stepped up to her and grabbed her in a bear hug. She struggled in his grasp, laughing and squirming until he reached down and touched her still buzzing core. Lena gasped as his fingers started to probe her folds through her pajama pants.
Lena moaned loudly as his fingers found her sensitive clit, her hips bucking involuntarily. She reached down and grabbed his wrist. "Fuck... are you trying to make me cum again?" She bit her lip, looking up at him with lust-darkened eyes.
"Maybe I am," he said as he pinned her against the fridge. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head like he had earlier, sending another thrill straight to her most sensitive spots. He ran his other hand down her body, brushing her thighs, her middle. He started to rub that sensitive core, another sharp gasp from Lena letting him know that he had found the right spot. "Ahh, is someone still sensitive?" he asked with a sadistic smile.
In a breathy voice Lena said, "Yes sir, I am." She bit her lip again, looking at him with longing, "are we going upstairs now?"
"Not yet, my little one," Kyle said, with a chuckle, letting her go, "we really do need to have something to eat."
"FINE!" Lena said with a heavy dramatic sigh, "teasing me like that is kinda mean you know..."
"Yeah, but all good things
cum
to those who wait."
Lena just laughed and grabbed her plate, "I guess this needs to go in the microwave. I wonder who's fault that is?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Guilty," Kyle said, laughing with her, as he grabbed his plate and put it in the microwave after hers.
The couple sat down to share their meal. They talked about mundane things; Kyle's hockey career, her annoying customer giving her a headache, but in the background there was still a pervading dark energy. Its impatience had started to build. It wanted them to use the chair again. It
needed
them to use the chair again. It started to prod them,
Kyle, put her in the chair, do it now! Lena, make him do it, beg him for it!
Kyle and Lena had started to fall back into old habits and had started to play on their phones while they finished their coffee. Kyle had turned on some music, the classic rock that he preferred, and they were zoning out. It was Lena that felt the pull of the dark energy first. Without realizing it, she searched for her favorite kinky porn, then turned the volume up on her phone with a grin. Kyle wasn't paying attention at first, but looked at her over his own phone as soon as the telltale moans and screams started to emanate from the speakers on her phone.
"Um, Lena, whatcha doin?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow. A subtle grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"What's it sound like?"
