It's been a long time since I wrote the first two chapters of the Kayla Unexpected series, but having just read some of the wonderful entries here, it's inspired me to finish writing the third chapter that I started almost a year ago. I strongly encourage you to read the first 2 parts before starting on this one, and sincerely hope for your feedback and whether this has been a good story so far. Thanks!
Kayla's Unexpected Vengeance
Kayla peered over the newspaper she was holding to find a pair of seemingly curious eyes, staring at her. She squinted her own brown eyes in sly suspicion, calmly she folded the papers neatly before setting them aside. She knew that look when she saw it. Those bedroom eyes , the shade of cornflower blue, that often held a hint of mischief and a gleam of excitement. Something was definitely up his sleeve.
It had been almost two months since he'd taken her by surprise at the office that night and the sex between them since then was brimming to the point of sheer cosmic pleasure. Especially after he'd shown her the video of them together. Of course, he had to pay the price of a very hard slap or two across the face for recording it without her consent. But once her anger had eventually subsided and she had grudgingly allowed herself to be cajoled into watching it, Kayla herself felt the pieces of her own inhibitions chip away when she saw how provocatively erotic and sultry they looked together with each passing second of that clip. She could've never envisioned herself so sexually wild and submissive to a man until she watched herself being cuffed and bent over the cold glass table, mercilessly tormented by Val as he finger fucked her using the tiny vibrator till she was soaking wet.
And while she hated to admit it to him, the result of that whole scheme was precisely what Val had hoped for. It had undoubtedly exposed an inner part of herself that she had persistently ignored and denied previously. Through the workings of Val, slowly but surely, she could feel herself evolving into a woman who was increasingly sexually confident and enthusiastic when it came to surrendering to the pleasures of sex itself.
Even as Val knew full well that Kayla had certain boundaries and reservations about them being together, he would still catch himself often wondering what it would be like if they'd both allowed themselves to nurture this chemistry between them into a real relationship. He wasn't sure when exactly did the epiphany hit him, but when it did, he felt as if he'd woken up from a hazy daze to see and realize that she was the reason why he was feeling so much more contented now than with any other woman he had been with before. The thought pattern usually followed in this order -- first optimistically imagining the future potential they'd have as a couple, and then bleakly contemplating the risk of losing her if he tried to push her into it too soon or too much.
He knew how ambivalent she was about commitment, a while ago when they were still just friends, she'd once shared her fears of being emotionally trapped by another person. Having seen her mother go through depression because of her father, and then seeing them go through a messy divorce when she was barely seven. Fast forward about a decade later, and again, she witnessed both her older sister and brother repeat the same mistakes as her parents with similar results. She told him candidly that based on her family's track record so far, on top of her own twice failed attempts at a relationship previously, life was definitely telling her that getting involved with someone whom she would have to label as her boyfriend was generally a bad idea for her.
Val found it strange that this logic and life rationale was coming from the same woman who'd willingly gone on the pill for him just so they could forgo the rubber. Despite their friendship and close intimacy, he knew that she would rather run a mile away from him than say yes to being his girl in the most exclusive and public sense of the word. If he hadn't known her before this, he would've been downright offended with her reluctance to get involved given the number of offers he'd received to be some girl's significant other.
Try as he might to forget about it, the idea itself had taken a life of its own. Stubbornly it had stuck itself at the back of his mind, back and forth it went, troubling him for days until he relented. Finally deciding that it was time for him to bite the bullet and take that leap of faith in both of them. Ultimately, life was too short for regrets and he was never a man who did nothing when he knew that an action could be taken. He just needed to find the right place and time to execute it in a way that wouldn't terrify her when he broached it.
Several weeks later, as fate would have it, he received a rare call from his younger brother that gave him a perfect window of opportunity.
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With her glasses perched on top of her head, she sat, with her legs crossed comfortably at the opposite end of the couch in his living room, reading the newspaper with an intense focus. Dressed in a sheer white tank top with her nipples poking through the thin fabric, and her favorite sunny yellow tiny boy briefs that had "SPANK ME" printed in black bold font scrolled across her tight bottom. He watched as she adjusted her dark ebony locks to one side, letting those long straight locks rest over that side of her shoulder. He was glad that he managed to convince her to grow her tresses out, this hairstyle was indeed a perfect complement to her Pan Asian features and she looked deliciously like the perfect and lethal combination of adorably cute and incredibly sexy all rolled into one petite frame.
He found himself tempted to deviate from his original intention of asking her about the big question and just spank her as her underwear suggested, before taking her right there on the couch. It never ceased to amaze him that no matter what she wore or where they were , just the sight of her in a certain way could unexpectedly trigger him into action even when it was completely unintentional on her part.
"What is it?" she asked.
"What?"
"Quit looking at me funny and tell me what it is." She put the newspaper aside neatly beside her and turned to look at him. "And don't tell me you're staring just because you want to have sex right here and now."
He cleared his throat nervously.
"I just know there has to be a reason other than sex when you asked me to stay here over the weekend." She crossed her arms casually.
"No, there isn't." he denied stubbornly, while at the same time wondering and not knowing why he lied so quickly.
She raised a skeptic eyebrow. "Really? Because normally we would be having crazy monkey sex now instead of simply enjoying the lovely afterglow of coffee and French toast you made earlier."
Val cursed himself silently at the nice gesture. He sighed, knowing full well that she was a lot more perceptive than any of the other women he had been with before.
"Val, whatever it is, just tell me." Her tone was gentle but serious at time.
"Alright." He started. "Well, you see, my brother is getting married and he wants me to be his best man."
"That sounds nice." She encouraged.
"I suppose so." Val nodded slowly, the next words had been played and replayed over a dozen variations in his head and even up till now he was not sure what would be the right way to say it.
"So on top of that, Nicola also asked if I would be bringing someone with me because he's arranging accommodation on our side of the family and wants to know the details of my...rooming preferences."
Val watched her process the words for a minute, only a tiny glimpse of surprise showed in her eyes before she had her poker face on again.
"Oh, I see." Was all she could muster.
"And I know there's still a few months till the wedding but I really do want you to come with me to New York. "
He found himself holding his breath in anticipation, looking into her unreadable eyes, not knowing if she was happy or fearful of the request that came across more like a demand. After a short moment that felt more like an hour to Val, she asked, "How long is this trip going to be?"
"Five days." He replied plainly.
"Spending five days in the Big Apple with just you and your family." She pondered aloud, he could almost sense her apprehension at the entire idea already.
He bent forward in his seat. Head in his hand, thinking she would withdraw from him now that he's shown her what he wanted from her, and felt almost regretful for trying. He heard her taking in a deep breath and shifting about on the couch.
"Have you thought about the consequences?" she questioned softly. "What this would make us?"
"I have and I know." He whispered.
He saw her dainty feet appear on the portion of the floor he was staring at, facing towards him. He looked up at her and to his relief saw that she had a slight smile on her face. She reached for both his hands to pull him out of the seat.
"Alright, I'll do it on one condition. And how well you perform on this condition is going to help determine on whether or not I'll actually go with you."
He mildly squinted his eyes in suspicion and bewilderment. "And what is that condition?"
