Finally, after what felt like forever, he heard her voice from the stairs. "Kael?" she called.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"You have to close your eyes," Kelly said, her voice closer now, footsteps soft on the carpeted steps.
Kael obeyed, shutting his eyes tight, leaning back against the sofa cushions. He heard her enter the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she crossed toward him. The sound stopped right in front of him, and he could feel her presence.
"You can open them now," she said, her voice soft but excited.
Kael opened his eyes and sucked in a breath. Kelly stood there, stunning in high heels that made her legs look longer, black stockings hugging her thighs, and that red dress from the shop, low-cut and tight, showing off her breasts perfectly. The fabric dipped down her chest, revealing the tops of her breasts, pushed up high by whatever bra she'd chosen. Her dark hair fell loose over her shoulders, framing her face, and in her hand, she held the velvet box from the jeweler's, the ruby necklace inside waiting.
"I wanted you to put it on me like you did before," she said, stepping closer, her heels clicking again. "I want you to do it every time I wear it for you."
Kael stood up, taking the box from her hand. He popped it open, the ruby glinting under the living room lights, and moved behind her. She tilted her head forward, lifting her hair with one hand so he could see her neck. He brushed his fingers along her skin smooth and warm before clasping the necklace around her throat, the ruby settling just above her collarbone, diamonds sparkling on either side. He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, her ass pressing into his crotch. She leaned into him, her body soft and relaxed, and for a long moment, he just held her, breathing in the faint scent of her, his cock stirring against her.
"Kelly, you're fucking beautiful," he said, "Even if we hadn't fucked around the last few days, seeing you like this would still knock me out."
She turned in his arms, facing him, and rested her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging in a little. "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," she said, her eyes locked on his. "Thank you."
They stood there, quiet for a second, just looking at each other. Then she grinned, that playful spark flashing back. "But don't think that gets you out of what I made you promise."
Kael blinked, confused, and she laughed, loud and bright, her face shifting from elegant goddess to the horny young woman he knew. "You have to take the dress off me too, dumbass," she reminded him, poking his chest with one finger.
He nodded, chuckling. "Right, got it. You wanna keep the necklace on?"
"That'd be hot as hell," she said, smiling wide. "Yeah, leave it."
Kael stepped behind her again, pressing his chest to her back, his hands resting on her hips for a moment. He found the zipper at the top of the dress, a long metal line running down her spine, and gripped it with his fingers. He pulled it down slow, the sound loud in the quiet room, exposing her back inch by inch, smooth skin, no bra strap yet, just the curve of her spine. When the zipper hit the bottom, just above her ass, he grabbed the shoulders of the dress and eased it off her. The fabric slid down her arms, past her waist, and dropped to the floor in a red puddle around her feet. She stepped out, her heels clicking, and Kael picked it up, draping it carefully over the back of a chair nearby.
Kelly turned to face him, and his eyes dropped to her chest. Her bra was black lace, pushing her breasts up high, squeezing them together so they spilled over the edges a little. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, hard already. Below, she wore a matching suspender belt, the straps clipped to her stockings, and tiny black panties hugging her hips. The ruby necklace gleamed against her throat, catching the light every time she moved.
She caught him staring and smirked. "Worth every penny," she said, running her hands under her breasts, lifting them slightly. "You see why girls buy this stuff."
"And why guys lose their shit when they wear it," Kael said, his cock pressing harder against his jeans.
"But they like it more when we take it off," she teased, stepping closer. She reached behind her back with both hands, fingers fumbling for a second, then unhooked the bra clasp. The lace fell away, dropping to the floor, and her breasts bounced free, nipples stiff and pink from how turned on she was. Kael couldn't stop himself. He bent down, pressing his lips to one nipple, kissing it soft, then sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She moaned low, her hands grabbing his head, pulling him closer as he moved to the other one, sucking harder.
Kelly's hands slid to her panties, hooking the elastic, and Kael helped, grabbing the sides and pushing them down her legs. She stepped out, kicking them aside with one heel, leaving her in just the suspender belt, stockings, and that ruby necklace. Her pussy was bare now, wet and shiny between her thighs, ready for him.
"Now," she said, her voice husky, "let's play a game. Pretend I've been bad and need a spanking."
Kael remembered the kitchen slap from Laura, that glint in Kelly's eye after, and grinned. He raised his hand and brought it down light on her ass, the flat of his palm smacking one cheek. She gasped, her breath hitching, and he did it again on the other side, a little harder. Her skin turned pink under his hand, and she spread her legs wider, giving him more room. He kept going, smacking her ass, left, right, left, right, each hit gentle but firm, her cheeks jiggling with every slap. Kelly's hands went to her breasts, fingers brushing her nipples, then squeezing them hard, rolling them between her thumbs and fingers, moaning louder each time his hand landed.
Kael paused, stepping back to yank off his clothes. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor, then unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down with his boxers. His cock sprang out, hard and thick, the tip already wet with precum. He moved up behind her again, pressing his naked body to hers, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks, hot against her skin. He smacked her ass again, one quick hit, watching it redden more, then rubbed his hand over the spot, feeling the warmth.
"Ohhhh," Kelly moaned, her voice shaking, "I want your cock in my pussy." She bent forward, grabbing the back of the sofa with both hands, sticking her ass out, her legs spread wide. Her pussy glistened, dripping wet, open for him from behind.
Kael stepped closer, gripping his cock with one hand, guiding the tip to her pussy. He rubbed it against her entrance, feeling her juices coat him, then pushed in slow. Her cunt was tight, squeezing his cock as he slid deeper, the lace of her suspender belt brushing his stomach. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, and started thrusting, pulling out halfway, then slamming back in, his balls slapping her ass. Kelly groaned, pushing her hips back to meet him, matching every move.
He slid his hands up her body, over her stomach, then to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them hard. His fingers found her nipples, pinching them, rolling them as he fucked her. One hand dropped lower, slipping between her legs, finding her clit, hard and swollen. He rubbed it with two fingers, pressing down, circling fast, while his cock pounded her pussy. Kelly's moans got louder, her hips bucking harder, and Kael thrust deeper, faster, feeling her cunt tighten around him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his balls tightening, and with one last thrust, he exploded, shooting thick spurts of cum into her pussy. She shook under him, her muscles clenching his cock, and cried out, "Oh shit, me too!" Her orgasm hit, her pussy pulsing, her whole body trembling as she came, her juices mixing with his, dripping down her thighs.
Kael pulled out slow, his cock slick with their mess, and Kelly turned to face him, panting. The ruby necklace sparkled against her sweaty skin, the light from the snowy window outside bouncing off it. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close, her breasts pressed against his chest, her breath hot on his neck.
After a minute, Kelly stepped back, a flicker of something soft, maybe regret in her eyes. She picked up the red dress from the chair, folding it over her arm. "Gotta hang this up," she said, heading upstairs.
Kael followed, watching her ass sway as she climbed the steps. In her room, she opened her wardrobe, sliding the dress onto a hanger, smoothing it out with her hands. She turned to him, and lifted her chin. "Help me with this," she said, touching the necklace.
Kael stepped close, his fingers brushing her neck as he unclasped it, the ruby warm from her skin. He opened the velvet box, nestling it back inside, and Kelly took it, tucking it deep in her underwear drawer, behind a pile of panties. She grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from the dresser, pulling them on quick, jeans snug over her ass, shirt loose over her breasts. Kael went back downstairs, fishing his own clothes off the floor, shirt, jeans, boxers and got dressed, smoothing his hair with his hands.
They met back in the living room. Kelly flopped onto the sofa, and grabbed the TV remote. "Wanna watch something?" she asked, her voice casual now, like they hadn't just fucked like animals.
"Yeah, sure," Kael said, sitting next to her, close enough that their thighs touched. She flipped through channels, landing on some dumb cooking show people chopping vegetables, arguing about sauce. They watched in silence for a bit, her leg pressing harder against his, her hand resting on his knee.
After a while, she turned to him, smirking. "You hungry after all that?"
Kael laughed. "Yeah, fucking you works up an appetite."
She hopped up, heading to the kitchen. "I'll make us something quick." He followed, leaning against the counter as she rummaged through the fridge, leftover turkey, some bread, a jar of mayo. She slapped together sandwiches, thick with meat, handing him one on a plate. They ate standing there, crumbs falling to the floor, her chewing slow, watching him.
"Think they'll be back soon?" Kelly asked, licking mayo off her finger.
Kael checked his watch, mid-afternoon already. "Maybe a couple hours. Spa takes forever."
She nodded, finishing her sandwich, then grabbed a couple sodas from the fridge, tossing him one. They cracked them open, the fizz loud, and headed back to the living room, sprawling on the sofa again. Kelly tucked her legs under her, sipping her drink, her shoulder brushing his. "So," she said, "what's next on your mission? More fucking?"