Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories
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She wriggled, her breath hitching.
He punished the backs of her thighs, spanked with his full strength, knowing she wanted it, had asked for it.
Sounds began to escape her—little grunts and cries that sounded like she was being fucked.
His cock throbbed against his zipper, aching to be inside her. He stopped spanking. “Naughty slave. Get down on your knees and show me you’re sorry.”
She didn’t move, probably still too disoriented. He gave her another whap.
She gasped and shoved herself up to stand, her hair a disheveled mess, her eyes glassy and wide.
He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed straight down, forcing her to her knees. The poor girl must have no clue what he wanted from her because she gazed up at his face in confused expectation.
He unbuttoned his pants.
Dawning bloomed. She reached for his cock, helped it out of his boxer briefs, and licked her full lips. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and extended her pretty pink tongue.
He jerked at the contact, the heat of her tongue making his eyes roll back in his head. “Good girl.” His voice sounded rough. He wrapped his fist in her hair and immobilized her head, using her mouth as a fuck-hole to exert his control.
She gasped and gagged, but her hips snapped forward in obvious appreciation of the degradation.
He dropped her flaxen hair and yanked open Joe’s shirt, popping the buttons. Her small breasts sprang out, the muscles of her pecs separating and lifting them. He slapped one and pinched the nipple of the other, dragging her closer.
She made a screaming noise in her throat but didn’t stop blowing him. Her tongue swirled along the veins of his shaft, cheeks hollowed out with suction.
“That’s...so...good.” He groaned. She wasn’t an expert by any means, but her enthusiasm made up for any lack of skill.
She applied herself with even more vigor, pumping over his cock and sucking harder.
He gripped her hair again and yanked her along his length, shoving it down her throat. Her hips continued to hump the air, her muscular ass undulating, driving him wild. His thigh muscles tensed, and cum surged.
“Suck,” he growled, holding her head against him.
She pulled at his cock with her tongue and cheeks, and he came with a shout and shudder.
*****
Skye swallowed. It was not her first blow job, but it was the first time she’d swallowed. Jesus, if she’d known the key to enjoying giving head was to have it feel “forced,” she would’ve been far more sexually active in her youth. She’d first learned the art of the blow job on a vacation to Ibiza with her friends from boarding school. It had been so unenjoyable she’d repeated the act fewer than a half-dozen times since, and never had it turned her on.
Not like this. Her clit throbbed to be touched. And while she didn’t know what intercourse felt like, her pussy seemed to know what it had been missing—Alex’s big cock. Or maybe Joe’s, although he scared her a bit more than his brother.
Alex tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants. “Good girl,” he said. “You are well on your way to redeeming yourself.” He lifted her to stand and claimed her mouth again, plundering it with his tongue the way he’d invaded with his cock.
When he broke away, she was breathless. She wanted to get on with more spanky sex, but she also wanted to wash the dust and grime from the air ducts off her body. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”
He looked at his watch. “Ninety seconds. If you go one second over, you’ll get another spanking—and it won’t feel good on a wet bottom.”
She ran to the bathroom. “When does it start?”
“Clock is already ticking. And don’t even think about touching your pussy—even if you did have time, you do not have permission to rub one out, understand?”
She stripped off her clothes and turned on the spray.
“I need to hear a yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” she called out before yanking the curtain closed. She’d thought she’d mind calling them that, but it rolled off her tongue easily, sounded right.
She tipped her head back under the spray and rinsed the grime off her. No time for shampoo or shaving, but she lathered a washcloth up with soap and scrubbed her body.
“T minus 30.” Alex spoke from beside the shower.
She wondered if he’d been military at some point. He certainly knew combat.
She rinsed off the soap and flicked off the shower. If he hadn’t told her not to touch herself, she probably would have spent the ninety seconds getting off. Obeying amped up her sense of being owned by him—by them.
Alex opened the shower curtain.
She flinched but let him look his fill. She’d never considered whether she was pretty or had a nice body. While her classmates in boarding school had been preoccupied with fashion and cosmetics, she’d been immersed in martial arts training, even then. Now, under his blazing stare, her body came alive. For the first time, she felt beautiful, sexy, desirable.
“Turn around and place your hands on the shower wall.” Alex’s voice sounded gravelly.
“Why?”
He slapped the side of her thigh. Ouch. He was right about the wet skin thing. “When I give you an order, I expect it to be followed immediately and without question, ninja girl. Turn around.”
As if she hadn’t already been creaming for him, his words turned her insides molten. She turned around and placed her hands on the wet tile.
“Push your ass out.”
She started to obey, but something made her turn around for a double take. It wasn’t Alex stripping off his clothes behind her, it was Joe.
He lifted an eyebrow, giving her a stern look. His cock jutted toward her, pointing the way.
“Joe.”
“Yes.” He advanced, looking dangerous. “Alex took the jewels to the casino safe.” He stepped in with her and turned the water back on.
She shifted.
“Look at the wall. Show me that ass.”
She arched for him, staring at the expensive marble tile. The snap of foil sounded behind her, and her belly fluttered. This was it! She would finally cash in her V-card, and it would be good, she was certain.
Joe’s hand crashed down on her wet ass, and the crack echoed off the tile.
She gasped and pushed it out for more.
He slapped the other side then the first again. “Spread your legs.”
He didn’t wait for her to obey but used his foot to nudge hers apart. His hand clapped her pussy, and sensation shot through her—pain and satisfaction at the same time. No, not satisfaction, because she still wanted more, needed more.
He slapped her again, then a third time. When the head of his cock nudged her entrance, she shoved back at him, desperate to have him inside her.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “You want my cock, ninja girl?”
“Yes, please. Yes, sir.”
“I won’t be gentle.”
“I don’t care. I need it, I need it now,” she babbled like a lunatic. Screw gentle—she wanted him to fuck her to smithereens.
His cock breached her entrance by a small fraction and eased out, teasing her.
“No, no, no, no,” she breathed. She reached back between her legs to grab his cock.
“Hands on the wall,” he snapped, sounding irritated.
Her hand flew back up. “Please...” she pleaded. “Please, I need your cock. I need it now.”
He chuckled and pushed against her entrance again. She’d once read that only 30 percent of women actually have a cherry to pop. She prayed she was in the 70 percent non-hymen camp because she didn’t want the embarrassment of having to explain her virginity. She used tampons after all. How tight could it be?
He shoved in hard, and she gasped at the sudden pain.
Damn. She had to have a cherry, didn’t she?
Joe froze, buried deep within her, his arm tight around her waist.
He eased back then plowed into her again, his balls bumping her clit, the head of his cock hitting her inner wall.
She moaned at the exquisite pleasure.
As promised, he wasn’t gentle. He pounded into her like his cock was a weapon, like sex was punishment she had to endure, and that mindset made it all the hotter to her.
Make me. Force me. Hurt me.
She arched, opened. Fingers splayed wide against the cool marble; her arms shook from the effort of holding herself away from the wall each time he thrust into her. All her confusion about who she was and what the hell she was doing with her life melted away, drowned in the sensation of flesh slapping against wet flesh, his hard cock scything in and out, filling her, destroying her pussy with each violent thrust.
She remembered his promise to take her ass and the fear of it, the realization of how much power he would have over her brought her over the edge, straight to orgasm. Her muscles clamped down, squeezing his cock.
“Did I say you could come?” he growled in her ear, sounding furious.
She couldn’t speak. Her orgasm rolled on and on, rocking her with its release.
He reached around and slapped her clit, and a second wave of flutters went through her.
She grew lightheaded, the warm water adding to the haze in her brain.
He gripped her hips and slammed into her. “The next time I fuck you, you will ask permission first.” It sounded like his teeth were clenched. Like he was losing control.
He cursed and shoved deeper, impaling her, nearly lifting her off her feet with his cock alone. The heat of his cum registered, even through the condom.
She orgasmed a third time and collapsed backward, her knees giving out.
He caught her in his strong arms, holding her up, his teeth finding her shoulder.
They panted together, bodies intertwined, water running down their skin.
His lips brushed her jawline, his touch softer now, soothing. “I’m sorry.”
She went still. “For what?”
“That your first time was like this.”
Of course, he knew.
She didn’t want him feeling bad—not when she’d just found Jesus three times in a row. “I’m not.”
He kissed down her neck, bit the place where neck met shoulder. “You’re so brave, ninja girl. I can’t believe you gave yourself to us without having any experience.” He squeezed her breast.
She didn’t know what to say. A blush crawled up her neck and heated her cheeks.
“We might never let you go.” He sucked her earlobe.
Tears stung her eyes, not for any rational reason. Just for being wanted, especially at this peculiar juncture of her life. Or for the nirvana of the orgasm. Her legs still trembled, and her body felt boneless.
Joe eased out of her and helped her from the shower with an arm around her waist. He disposed of the condom and opened a towel, lifting his chin like he wanted her to step into it.
Like when Alex had bandaged her, it brought on a disturbing stab of longing. It had been years since anyone had taken care of her. When they had, it had been because they’d been in her father’s employ, not because they wanted to care for her. Now, as Joe toweled her dry, she shook beneath his touch, shyer than a unicorn.
He wrapped her in the towel and pulled the ends to bring her against his sculpted body. His lips brushed her forehead then her nose then mouth. “Are you okay, little ninja?”
She nodded, mutely.
“I’m glad it was you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Stealing from us.” He claimed her mouth again, his lips both soft and powerful as they twisted over hers. “I like having you as our slave.”
She blinked rapidly, her face heating again.
He eased back. “Come on. Get dressed and pack your things. You won’t be staying here again.”
Chapter Three
Joe knew Skye was awake. She hadn’t moved, but her breathing changed. He opened his eyes and pushed her flat on her back. Her pale locks fanned out on the pillow around her face, standing out in contrast to the soft leather collar he’d placed on her.
She wore nothing but the collar. He’d taken her up to his suite, ready to torture her a little more with a vibrator in her ass, but the orgasms in the shower had demolished her. Her eyes barely stayed open for the time it took her to strip, kneel, and allow him to put the collar on her.
He’d put her to bed and curled his body around hers, threatening to chain her spread-eagle if she tried to sneak out. Not that he believed she would. Their little cat burglar was on a journey of self-discovery right now, and he knew she enjoyed being tortured as much as they loved inflicting it.
Alex had arrived sometime in the wee hours of the morning and fit himself around the other side of her. He leaned up on his elbow now and cupped her breast, kneading the flesh and pinching her nipple. “How was she?”
“Haven’t had a woman so tight since Jenny Frank.” He knew his brother would remember his high school girlfriend, whose virginity he took in a hotel room during prom.
Alex’s hand stilled. “I see.”
Skye blushed.
His brother resumed his fondling, stroking down her belly to tease the lips of her sex. “Did that give you pause?”
The scent of her arousal reached him, and his cock stiffened. He pinched the nipple Alex had neglected. “Some. Fortunately, she enjoyed it quite a bit more than Jenny Frank.”
“Uh, guys, I’m right here. You can stop talking about me—”
Alex swung his body over Skye’s, pinning her arms down at the elbows. “Slaves are to be seen and not heard—unless we are speaking to you directly. Got it?”
Skye’s hips bucked, her physical response to domination obvious and immediate. The girl was perfect for them. Clever, unpretentious, unimpressed by wealth and power since she had her own, she was a devilish vixen who begged them to force her surrender every time. Despite the fact she could clearly take care of herself, she inspired a protectiveness in him—in both of them, if he read his brother right. She embodied the perfect feminine duality of hard-as-nails tough and porcelain fragile.
“Yes, sir, is the only correct answer, Skye.” Alex gave her face a slap, which made her eyes roll back in her head and her legs splay open in blatant invitation.
He wasn’t sure if she even realized how readily she responded—she’d seemed confused about it yesterday. This morning, though, she only appeared needy.
Alex didn’t take his eyes off the girl as he spoke. “I think it’s time to take her ass, what do you think, Joe?” He angled a finger inside her pussy. “I’ll bet it’s even tighter than this dripping cunt.”
Skye winced.
Alex removed his finger and sucked her juices. “Does that word bother you, little pain slut?”
She struggled against his hold on her arms, her legs sliding around beneath him.
“Do you want to cane her first?”
“Hmm...” Joe reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps—the kind with the double bars that clamp down and tighten. “Hold her down.” He attached one to the nipple closest to him.
She cried out then bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes.
He watched her. “Too much?”
She shook her head.
“Good girl. No, I think I’ll save the caning for later. I’d like her ass tender and sore when we go down to the Valentine’s ball, so she remembers who she belongs to. It will keep her mind off her stepmonster.”
Skye giggled—an unusual sound from her, but a tear spilled from her eye.
“What?”
She shook her head. “Why are you taking my side?”
He leaned in and bit her neck. “You don’t deserve it, do you?”
The smi
le faded and her blue eyes clouded, as if she agreed.
“Right. You’ve been a very naughty stepdaughter. But, you see, little ninja, we don’t mind naughty girls, because we know how to handle them.” He winked. “And who are we to judge? Besides, if you’re our slave, that means you’re under our protection, so we’ll be shielding you from any grief from the outside world.”
“We want to be the only ones who give you grief.” Alex grinned a Cheshire cat smile at her.
Too much emotion flashed over her face, so he distracted her by attaching the second nipple clamp.
She gasped and winced.
“Yes, I think it is time for her ass-fucking. She certainly deserves double penetration this morning. It is Valentine’s day, after all.”
Her eyes grew wide, but she didn’t protest. “I need to brush my teeth,” she announced in a small voice.
Alex slapped her face again. “Were we speaking to you?”
“I believe she wants it harder than that,” he observed.
“I know, but I’d feel horrible if I left a mark for the ball.”
Skye writhed beneath him, her body twisting and turning in response to the discussion.
Alex gazed down at her. “Did you want it harder?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
He slapped her face again, keeping his fingers soft. This time he struck hard enough to turn her cheek and leave fingermarks.
“Better. What do you think? Should we let her brush her teeth?”
Alex sat back and released her arms, still straddling her waist. “I’ll time it. She gets one spank for every second she’s gone from the bed.” He slid to the side to allow her to move. “You’d better hurry, ninja girl. The clock is running.”
She scrambled out of bed, dashing for the master bathroom.
“Top or bottom?” Alex asked, his gaze following their lovely captive.
“You pick.” It was easy to be magnanimous when he’d already had her once.
“I’ll take top. And I want to give the spanking.”
He didn’t mind that, either. Watching her face during her punishment would bring him as much pleasure as delivering it himself. “Deal.”
He fished in his bedside drawer for condoms and lube.
Skye returned at a run. “How many was that?” she asked, breathless. The exhilaration evident on her face made him smile.