Cruise rolls next to me. His eyes shine like glass as he pulls me in.
“You’re a little vixen, you know that?” He seals the sentiment with a careful kiss that dissolves any doubt that Blair may have tried to plant.
A loud knock explodes over the front door, and a familiar female voice calls out my name.
“Who the hell is that?” Cruise glances in the direction of the chaos with a slight look of alarm.
“I believe that is my mother.”
Cruise
“Your mother?” I glance down at Kenny, locked in chains, looking more sex slave than angelic daughter. I send a 911 text to Molly to retrieve Kenny’s mom and walk her over to the big house while I try to unleash her daughter from her self-imposed stocks and chains.
We make our way to the kitchen table as I work at freeing her from the device.
“Nice,” I say, unhinging the last of the leashes from around the collar with a set of needle nose pliers. “And that’s all I can do.”
“What am I supposed to tell my mom?” She clasps at the metal necklace still latched around her neck. Kenny looks pretty hot with a heavy metal choker, but I’m sure now’s not the time to point that out.
“Tell her it’s a fad.” I give a bleak smile. “Or wear a turtleneck. I have one you can borrow.”
Kenny is wrapped in a towel and barefoot. She’s got a row of spikes encircling her neck, and my cock is ticking back to life at the sight of her. If it weren’t for the unexpected company, I wouldn’t resist the effort.
“I’ll look ridiculous in a turtleneck.” She chews on her lip. “Besides, she’ll grow suspicious if I try to hide it. I need to work it.” She speeds off to the bedroom to presumably pull off the miracle of “working it,” and I make use of myself by putting the flowers I bought in a vase.
I take a breather as I wait for the water to fill. Outside the kitchen window, a three-quarter moon spreads its light over the snowy world. I think back to the fairytales I used to read to Molly. The princes and the princesses. Kenny is the princess in my fairytale. Although, it’s a slightly sadomasochistic fairytale at the moment. And fairytales always have a happy ending—not even Blair can ruin that. They also come complete with a witch, and I think I’ve just discovered Blair’s new role in my life. Let’s hope that bucket of truth I doused her with evaporates her to nothing.
Kenny steps back in the room wearing a low cut sweater, jeans, and the boots I gifted her with. Her dark hair frames her face, and the spiked cuff around her neck looks a lot more costume jewelry and a lot less obscene paraphernalia.
“Well done.” I wrap my arms around her, still amped from that heated exchange. “Does your mom know about us?”
“Not yet.” She pulls her lips to the side. “I’ll let her know we’re dating, but maybe I should ease her into the engagement. I’d hate to kill her on her first night here.”
“Fair enough.” I narrow into her with a devilish grin. “Whips and chains—good or great?”
Kenny bites down a smile and pulls me in. “Spectacular.”
Kenny and I walk through the dark night and into the bed and breakfast at the top of the property. Mom is already settled at the dining room table with a woman who I presume is Kenny’s mother, and my eyes have to readjust a moment as I spot my father seated beside her.
“Dad?” I’m dazed seeing him here in my childhood home without my mother shouting at him at the top of her lungs for child support.
Molly enters the room with a pot roast and potatoes as if she were about to break out an entire Thanksgiving dinner.
“Dad?” Kenny’s mother touches her hand to her chest. “Oh my God, is this Pennington?” She leaps to her feet and engulfs both Kenny and me in an all-encompassing hug. She has the same dark hair as Kenny, although short, and her eyes are a honeyed brown.
“Nope—not Pen,” I say, pulling back. “Cruise Elton.” I offer her a hand, and she gives a light shake, unsure of what to make of me.
“This is my oldest.” Dad pipes up and something warms in me. I’m not sure I’ve ever been introduced as his offspring before. “Kendall, nice to see you again.” He offers her an embrace and slaps me on the back for good measure.
“Oh my goodness!” Her mouth rounds out with surprise. “Little Cruisy! I’m so sorry I didn’t put two and two together. I’m Karen. So nice to meet you.” She looks to Mom and closes her eyes a moment. “And, you’re Samantha! What a small world.”
“Just Sam.” Mom winks as everyone finds a seat.