Chapter 15: Mirror Admiration
The deep, thrumming ache was the first thing Kai registered. It was a resonant, full-body memory of being stretched and filled, a pleasant soreness that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. She shifted on the rumpled sheets, the movement sending a fresh wave of sensation through her. Claire was gone, the space beside her cool, but the scent of her leather jacket and a faint, musky trace of sex still lingered.
Mira was propped on one elbow, watching her, a soft, unreadable smile on her face. The setting sun cast long, amber shadows through the room, glinting off the full-length mirror in the corner.
“You’re awake,” Mira said, her voice husky. Her blonde hair was a messy halo around her head.
“I feel… rearranged,” Kai murmured, the words thick in her throat. She tried to sit up, wincing as the muscles in her ass and lower back protested.
“I’m not surprised.” Mira’s smile widened. She slid out of bed, her heavy breasts swaying with a languid motion. She padded over to the mirror and turned, her blue eyes catching Kai’s in the reflection. “Come here. I want you to see.”
Kai pushed herself up, moving stiffly. The plush carpet was soft under her feet. She stood behind Mira, who reached back and took her hands, pulling her closer.
“No,” Mira said, turning her around so Kai’s back was to the mirror. “Look at you.”
Kai stared at her own reflection. The elegant lines of her face were softened with sleep, her black hair a tangled mess. Her slender body seemed the same, until her gaze traveled lower. Her eyes caught on the faint, pale scar of her castration, the empty scrotum, the tiny, useless dick that would never stir. And then, her gaze dropped further, to her ass.
It was, as Mira often said, the one feature that had truly blossomed after the hormones and the surgery. Where the rest of her was willowy, her ass was full and high, a perfect, rounded curve that seemed almost incongruous on her frame.
“Twist a little,” Mira instructed softly.
Kai obeyed, turning her hips to see the profile. The curve was indeed magnificent, the skin smooth and unblemished.
Then Mira was kneeling behind her, her hands on Kai’s hips. Her touch was cool. She slowly, deliberately, spread Kai’s cheeks apart with both hands, exposing her. Kai flinched, a hot flush creeping up her neck. The entrance was still slightly swollen, pink and vulnerable-looking in the golden light.
“Look,” Mira whispered, her voice dropping to a possessive, intimate register. Her eyes met Kai’s in the mirror, holding her gaze captive. “Look at this masterpiece. Every inch, every perfect curve… designed to take cock.”
The words were a brand, searing through the last vestiges of Kai’s post-coital haze. The humiliation was a sharp, sweet needle pricking at her core. Her breath hitched.
Then Mira leaned forward and bit down.
It wasn’t a playful nip. It was a firm, claiming bite into the plump flesh of her right cheek. The pain was sudden and bright, a counterpoint to the deep, internal ache. Kai gasped, her hands flying back to brace herself against Mira’s shoulders, her fingers digging into the silky skin of her robe.
Mira held the bite for a long second before releasing, her teeth leaving a perfect, reddened imprint. She soothed the spot with her tongue, a slow, wet stripe that made Kai shudder.
“Mine,” Mira breathed against her skin, the word vibrating through Kai’s body. “All this… is mine to give away. To show off. To use.”
“Yes,” Kai choked out, her head spinning. The combination of the visual—herself, exposed and marked in the mirror—and the physical sensation was overwhelming.
Mira stood up, her hands sliding around to Kai’s flat front, her fingers tracing the scar tissue. “Claire texted while you were out,” she said conversationally, as if they were discussing the weather. Her fingers dipped lower, brushing over Kai’s impotent little dick. “She said she’s never felt anyone clench like that. Said it was like you were trying to milk her dry.”
Kai’s eyes squeezed shut. The memory of it, the loss of control, the sheer, desperate need that had taken over her body, flooded back.
“Look at me,” Mira commanded.
Kai’s eyes flew open, meeting her gaze in the glass.
“She wants to do it again. Thursday.” Mira’s fingers were still, a gentle, mocking weight on Kai’s emptiness. “What do you think? Does my little eunuch want to be a cocksleeve again?”
The crude word, paired with the tender way Mira was holding her, sent a jolt straight through Kai. The choice was an illusion, and they both knew it. The anticipation was already coiling in her gut, a dark, eager thread.
She watched her own reflection as she answered, saw the faint, defiant spark in her own grey eyes. “Yes.”