Set Free: Kylie's Story (Rayshod)

by Laylah Roberts

  “Gorgeous.”

  Grabbing some cream, he rubbed it over her lips to soothe her skin.

  Standing, he held out a hand to help her up then led her over to the wall. Just above her, hung a large painting, he pulled it down. The hook behind the painting was solid brass and just big enough for what he had in mind.

  “Reagan?”

  “Stay there, kitten.” He moved over to another drawer and drew out a silk scarf that he’d purchased in the village for her a week ago. Moving back to her, he held the scarf between his two hands.

  “Hands out in front of you.”

  “Reagan…”

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  She nodded slowly.

  “Then hands out.”

  He wrapped the scarf around her wrists, then turning her to face the wall he secured the scarf to the hook just above her head. It wouldn’t take her if she leaned all her weight against it, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to give the illusion that she was bound and to hopefully prevent her from running when she saw what he had in mind for her.

  “I want you to push your ass out toward me and keep it out,” he commanded. “Widen those legs as well.”

  “Reagan, what are you doing?”

  “I’m disciplining you.” He smacked his hand down on one cheek. “By the time I’m finished this ass is going to be bright red.”

  “Reagan, ow, that hurts.” She danced around as he continued to spank her.

  “It’s meant to, kitten. Never again are you going to put yourself in danger like that. You could have fallen to your death.”

  Her ass went from a light pink to a deep red. In this position, he could see her glistening folds. They were so tempting that he had to remind himself that it was discipline first, pleasure second.

  Walking over to her dresser, he grabbed her wooden hairbrush. Slapping it against the palm of his other hand, he knew it would pack a sting.

  He slipped one hand around her waist, knowing she would find it hard to stay still. Then he raised his hand and smacked her butt with the flat side of the brush.

  “Ahh,” Kylie screeched. “What the hell was that?”

  “Your hairbrush.”

  He landed another two in quick succession, holding her up as she let out a loud sob. Her buttocks quivered.

  “Good girl, you’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.” He smacked the brush down, two on each cheek then both of her thighs. The final ones he placed right on her sit spots.

  He spun her around and hugged her tight. He ran his hand over her hair, just holding her until she stopped shaking. When she had recovered her composure, he pulled back and took her mouth with his, kissing her deeply.

  Turning her back to face the wall, Reagan moved behind her. He ran his hand over her bottom, feeling the heat against the palm of his hand. He rubbed her bottom, cupping it.

  Kylie groaned, a mix of pain and pleasure in her voice.

  He cupped her mound, flicking her clit with one finger.

  “Oh, Reagan,” she cried.

  Reagan kneeled behind her, pulling one cheek apart from the other. He brushed his thumb over her asshole. It puckered and she caught her breath.

  He kissed her hole, licking it, before pushing his tongue inside her.

  “Oh, God, Reagan, you shouldn’t.”

  He ignored her protests, reaching around with his other hand to lightly squeeze her clit. He flicked her clit as he drove his tongue in and out of her asshole.

  Kylie groaned, her whole body shaking, her folds dripping with cream. He drew his head back and coating his thumb in her cream, pressed it into her asshole. Using two fingers from his other hand, he thrust them into her tight passage. Kylie clenched around him and he groaned at the thought of how she was going to feel surrounding his cock.

  He thrust his fingers inside her passage as he kept his thumb in her ass. Her breathing grew more rapid, and he knew she was close.

  “Come for me, baby. Come for me, now.”

  Kylie let out a low moan, which grew into a shout of pleasure. She clenched down on his fingers and thumb, pulsing around him as she came. Reagan brought her down slowly. He undid her wrists before pulling her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. Laying her on her back, he quickly washed his hands then joined her on bed.

  “How was that, kitten?”

  “Amazing,” she sighed. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him shyly. “But what about you?”

  With a smile, he stood and slowly stripped his clothes off, watching her closely all the time. If she showed any fear, he would stop immediately and talk things over, but she watched him hungrily.

  Sitting up, she reached for him. He sat on the bed, kissing her passionately. Laying kisses down her neck and shoulders, he took one nipple into her mouth, sucking strongly. He lightly pinched the other nipple.

  Pushing her gently onto her back, he continued to kiss down her stomach, settling between her legs. Licking her folds, he delighted in the taste of her.

  “Reagan, please, I want to touch you.”

  Reagan gave her folds one long lick before lying down beside her. Sitting, she pushed him onto his back then ran her hand over his chest.

  Kylie stared at Reagan. He was perfection. His chest was wide and muscular, his stomach flat and solid and his cock…

  My God.

  She hadn’t had much experience, but she’d seen a few cocks in movies and magazines before and Reagan put them all to shame. He was magnificent.

  She only hoped she could give him as much pleasure as he had given her.

  Deciding to mimic his moves, she placed a trail of kisses down his chest over his stomach and down to where that firm cock waited. Grabbing the base of it, she studied him carefully.

  He was huge; she could barely get her hand around him. Long and thick, she wondered if he would fit inside her.

  Then she shrugged off her worry. Reagan wouldn’t hurt her. Sure, her butt might still be throbbing, but that only proved to her how much he loved her.

  She took the head of him into her mouth, sucking strongly.

  “That’s right, kitten, suck me. Use your tongue and lick along the slit. That feels so good. Now take me in as deep as you can. Kitten, yes, you don’t know how hot your mouth feels.”

  Kylie delighted in his words, the way his breathing grew more shallow and rapid as his cock seemed to harden even more.

  “I can’t take anymore.” Sitting, he grabbed her by the waist, rolling her beneath him. He kissed her. “Thank you, baby,” he told her. “That felt so good.”

  She blushed. “I’m not very good.”

  “Whoever told you that is a liar.” He pressed a hand between them, flicking her clit with his fingers until she writhed beneath him, begging him to take her. Taking his cock in his hand, he guided himself inside her. It was a tight fit and there were a few times when she thought they were never going to manage it, but he took small pauses, letting her adjust to the feel of him in her own time. When he was finally inside her, they both let out small sighs.

  Kylie clasped her arms around him, holding him tight. “I love you,” she told him as he started to move. Nerve endings fired up and she shivered as pleasure swamped her.

  “I love you too kitten, more than you will ever know.”

  “Take me, please.”

  “With pleasure.”

  He thrust inside her urgently, both of them driving against each other, their skin slick with sweat. Their moans mingled, filling the room.

  “Kylie, I can’t hold back any longer, come with me. Come.”

  Kylie let out a shout and bliss over took her. She heard Reagan shout as she pulsed around his cock. Emotions swamped her. Love for this man. Knowing that she was loved back. Tears dripped down her face.

  “Kylie, Kylie, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt? Tell me.”

  Finally, Reagan’s frantic voice broke through to her. He slowly drew his cock out and her pussy fluttered, already missing the feel of him
filling her.

  “I’m fine, Reagan, I’m okay,” she told him as he ran his hands over her.

  “You’re crying.”

  “I know. Just hold me.”

  He drew her against him and she buried her head against his chest. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just, I don’t know, I’ve been holding so much inside for so long and suddenly it felt like I didn’t have to do that anymore. I could just let go. I feel so free.”

  “Not too free, I hope,” Reagan said with a smile. “You’re still married, remember.”

  “Ahh, but you’re the reason I feel this way. You set me free, Reagan.”

  Epilogue

  “Kylie!” As her name was roared through the house, Kylie glanced up from the card game she was playing with Alia. Risa sat up from where she had been resting on the couch.

  “What was that?” Risa asked.

  “That was Reagan,” Kylie said with a grimace.

  “Think he found out?” Alia asked with amusement.

  “Oh, I think that’s a fairly safe bet,” Risa said as he roared Kylie’s name again.

  Reagan stormed into the sitting room, his face lit with fury.

  “Kylie,” he said warningly.

  “Yes, husband,” she replied with a smile, standing.

  “Kylie,” he stepped towards her, his hands clenching into fists.

  “Reagan, what the hell are you doing making all that noise?” Ben said, storming in, Ian on his heels. “Risa is upstairs resting.” Ben’s glance hit his wife and he placed his hands on his hips as he scowled down at her. “Well, she is meant to be resting.”

  Risa rubbed her round belly. She was close to giving birth and Ben was getting more overprotective with every day that passed. “The baby wanted to rest down here.”

  “Risa, that is not proper resting,” he scolded.

  “Especially not when Reagan storms through the house, yelling at the top of his lungs,” Ian grumbled, leaning down to kiss his wife.

  Alia smiled up at him.

  “Why don’t you tell them why I’m so angry, dear wife?” Reagan said. “Tell them what you did.”

  “Can you be more specific?”

  “More specific? You know very well what you did!”

  Ben chuckled as he sat next to Risa on the couch, taking her feet onto his lap to rub them. “I don’t believe she wants to start guessing in case she guesses wrong and let’s slip about something you don’t already know about.”

  Ian laughed as he pulled Alia up. Sitting on her chair, he pulled her onto his lap. “Yes, that is one guilty face. And to think, Kylie was the quiet, obedient one when they first got here.”

  Kylie wrinkled her nose at her brother-in-law.

  “Not anymore,” Ben said. “She gets into more trouble than these two combined.”

  “I blame Reagan,” Ian mused. “He needs to spank her more often.”

  “What?” Kylie said, outraged. “He spanks me plenty, thank you very much.”

  “Nothing like a daily spanking to get a wife to behave,” Ben said, ignoring his wife’s glare. “Starting off the day with a warm bottom will make the naughtiest of wives think twice about misbehaving.”

  “Ben,” Risa scolded. “That’s outrageous.”

  “Right now I think it’s a grand idea,” Reagan said ominously. “Believe me I’m very close to taking that advice.”

  “Reagan, I was joking,” Ben said. “Well, sort of. I do know some husbands who do such.”

  “What did she do?” Ian asked.

  “George Anchors from the village just dropped in to see what time he should be here on Monday morning to help my wife and her sister-in-laws practice their fighting.”

  “What?” Ben growled.

  “Damn it, I told him 10 a.m.,” Kylie grumbled.

  “He’s very forgetful, we’re lucky he remembered at all,” Risa replied. “What?” she said to her husband as he glared at her. “I was just going to watch.”

  “What the hell do you think you were doing asking Anchors to show you how to fight?” Reagan asked in a low voice.

  “Oh, he wasn’t going to show us how to fight, Alia is doing that. He was just a target for us. We were going to practice on him.”

  “And that makes it all right?” Reagan roared. “You could have been hurt.”

  “Alia happens to be a very good teacher. Sure, we could get some bruises, but any possible hurt is far outweighed by the gain. Oh, I hope you didn’t scare him off.”

  “I told him if I ever saw his face around here again, I would rearrange it myself.”

  “Reagan, he was the only man who would help us practice.” Kylie scowled at him.

  “If anyone is going to help, it’s going to be me!”

  “Oh, good.” Kylie clapped her hands as Reagan blew out a frustrated breath.

  “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that you don’t need anyone to help, because you aren’t going to practice any of these moves you think you have.”

  “Actually, she’s quite good,” Alia interjected.

  “I learned from the best.” Kylie sent her a smile.

  “Alia is very good,” Ian agreed. “But the three of you have got to know that doing this behind our backs is not right. It’s deceitful, and that’s something I won’t allow in my marriage.”

  “Nor me,” said Ben grimly.

  “Or me,” Reagan agreed. “You should have come to us.”

  “You would only have said no again.”

  Reagan ran his hand over his face. “Don’t you trust us to protect you? Don’t you believe that we can look after you?”

  Kylie rushed toward him, placing her hand on his arm. “Of course I do. I love that you take care of me. But, Reagan, you can’t always be with me and it makes me feel better to know that I can protect myself. Can’t you understand? I don’t ever want to feel helpless again.”

  Reagan stared at her, and then nodded with a sigh. “I can understand that. And I will help you.”

  “We all will,” said Ian as Ben nodded.

  “But, you kept something from me and that is not allowed,” Reagan added. Gently grabbing her arm, he turned her, landing five sharp smacks to her buttocks. “Get yourself upstairs, kitten. I will be up soon. You know what to do.”

  Kylie slowly walked up the stairs, a small smile curving her lips. She’d known she would be punished when Reagan found out what she’d done. But she’d gone ahead anyway. Truthfully, although she would never tell him, she kind of found his spankings a turn-on. Well, except when he used the hairbrush or paddle.

  She worried at her lower lip, surely this didn’t warrant the paddle. She stripped naked then stood in the corner, waiting for her husband.

  Her husband. Those words still sent a thrill of pleasure through her.

  This was what she’d always dreamed of. Home. Love. A family.

  The door opened and closed.

  “Come here, Kylie.”

  She turned to find Reagan sitting on the bed. He crooked his finger at her then patted his lap. “Over you go.”

  She kneeled on the bed beside him then lay over his lap, her chest and head supported by the bed.

  Reagan rubbed her bottom. “Part your legs,” he ordered.

  She dropped one leg so it lay off the mattress. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she knew Reagan wouldn’t let her fall. He held her around the waist with one arm.

  “Why are you being punished?”

  “For asking Anchors to help us.”

  Reagan let out a sigh and smacked his hand down sharply on her buttocks.

  “That’s not why we are here and you know it.” He stopped spanking her to massage the heat in. Kylie bit back a low moan. “Tell me why you are being disciplined.”

  “For keeping things from you,” she replied.

  “That’s right. We don’t keep things from each other, Kylie. That is something I will not stand for. Do you understand me?” He peppered her bottom with heavy smacks as he scolded her
and the sting had her biting her lip. But as he continued to spank her, the burning morphed into something more and she felt heat pool between her legs. Before she’d have been totally ashamed of her feelings, but now she just embraced the feeling.

  Reagan paused, dropping his hand between her legs to cup her mound.

  “Hmm, seems someone is finding their spanking a bit too enjoyable. I might have to find some other way to discipline you; this is meant to be punishment, after all.”

  Kylie groaned as he flicked her clit.

  “Now, I could get you to fetch the paddle, because I don’t think you find that quite as enjoyable, but I think I have something else in mind.”

  Uh-oh, she didn’t like the sound of that.

  “On your back on the bed, brat, bend your legs and hold them against your chest.”

  “Reagan,” she moaned, blushing as she realized how exposed she would be in that position.

  “Now.”

  With great reluctance, she got herself into the desired position, holding her legs against her chest, her ass and pussy on display.

  Reagan kneeled between her legs, something long and round in his hand.

  Oh God, it was a plug.

  He’d used the plug on her a few times and it was a mix of pleasure and embarrassment to have him push it inside her ass.

  “You know what to do, kitten. Push out as I press this inside you. Good girl. That’s very good, in it goes.”

  Kylie took deep breaths, closing her eyes at the feeling of fullness in her ass.

  “Can I lower my legs now?” she asked.

  “Oh no, you’re in the perfect position for what I have in mind,” Reagan said in a satisfied voice as he patted the end of the plug.

  Kylie groaned in reaction, the movement of the plug sending zings of pleasure through her blood.

  Reagan lay between her legs and blew softly on her folds. Leaning in he took her clit into his mouth and sucked.

  “Reagan! Oh God!” She was already on fire from the plug and his earlier play. It wouldn’t take much more…

  He pulled away and Kylie let out a cry of protest. “I was so close!”

  A grin crossed his face. “That’s the point, kitten.”