He sank in slowly, inch by intense inch. When she lifted up to rest on her elbows on the bed, Kian reached under her to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples, rolling them in his fingers. Her response rocked his world—if possible, and he wouldn't have imagined it possible—her sex clamped down tighter than before, as if convulsing or milking his cock. Even more so, she pushed her ass back into him, meeting his thrusts with her own. It was an invitation he couldn't decline. He'd always enjoyed sex with Brianny, but this was somehow hotter than any sex he'd ever had before.
His hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly, using his hold as leverage to slam into her as he shouted her name, praised her amazing pussy and sweet ass, and ultimately crashed down on top of her as he experienced the most powerful release he'd ever had.
***
"You came," he growled as he pulled out. "Don't move." He sounded sexy as hell with his voice husky and deep.
She turned her head to watch him as he strode into the bathroom. Was he angry? How could he be? That was the most soul-shattering orgasm she'd ever had. She'd tried not to come, but her trying not to seemed to enhance the heavy aching need. Every part of her thrummed with his domination.
Her ass felt as though flames continued to lick her sensitive skin, with searing and yet sensual intensity. She shouldn't have been turned on by the pain or the harsh way he'd used her, but she'd freaking loved it. Brianny swiped at her face, tears from the spanking still wet on her cheeks. Maybe she was sick after all.
Kian came right back with a warm wet cloth and began to bathe her thighs and her sticky sex.
"I can do that." She lifted up and reached back to take the cloth from him.
"No, I want to." He pressed her down again and continued to softly clean her. "You liked that, didn't you?" He tossed the cloth aside and then, with a light smack to her already abused backside, told her, "Get up there and lie down."
He followed her, pulling the duvet over them just as the sound of thunder, gun shots… no it was fireworks, exploded in the sky outside their window. It may not have been the best view, but when one could see a fireworks display from the comfort of one's bed, it was pretty damn spectacular.
"Kian, I'm sorry… oh, and um, thank you," she mumbled into his arm as he spooned her, holding her close and tight in his arms. She was surprised by the tender feeling in her throat, until she remembered the embarrassing way she'd very vocally encouraged Kian to fuck her—oh, and hard, too. Had she really? Her face began to burn with a similar heat to the fire burning between their bodies, which was her hot bottom pressed against his groin.
"What are you sorry for? Having such a sexy ass? Tempting me to fuck you when you were supposed to be disciplined? Or for enjoying it so much? I did tell you not to come, didn't I? I'm going to have to think of another punishment, I suppose." His voice was husky in her ear, and just as before—just his words, the pictures they put in her head, were enough to make her sex moist and tingly. The hand cupping her breast tightly may or may not have helped.
"I'm sorry for—" she had a hard time saying the word out loud, "coming and um, thank you. Thank you for everything." A surprising tear leaked from her eye and must have rolled down onto his arm, which was under her head.
He noticed it, too. "Hey, why are you crying?" He rolled over so she was flat on her back, and braced himself on his elbows over her. "Are you hurting?" The fireworks lighting up the night sky outside their window flashed red, blue, and white on his concerned face. She brought her hand up to swipe at the tears, and to block her face from his probing eyes, but he caught her hands, pulled them above her head and locked them together in one of his. He used his other hand to gently wipe her tears away. "I'm sorry, Bri, I didn't mean to take it so far."
"No, I-I loved it. Everything. I'm so happy. Maybe I'm sick. Maybe I'm a freak because I loved it. You made my dreams come true. I'd worried so much…" She looked away, to the window and the fireworks display, embarrassment flooding her again.
"Then I must be sick too, because I loved every moment of your squeals while I blistered your ass, and even more so, fucking you so wildly. I guess we will just be sick together. I'm too tired to fuck you again so madly, but I'll never go to sleep with this pole between us, so you are going to have to ride me. Get over here and ride my cock." He rolled over as he spoke, pulling her to sit on top of him.
Brianny settled slowly, his thick cock sliding into her fully, and feeling larger than ever. She took a deep breath, giving her aching and tender pussy a moment to adapt. The song, that one that said something about hurting so good, ran through her mind. She'd already known she would still be a little sore tomorrow from the previous activity, but now she was assured of it. She couldn't remember the last time they'd made love twice in one night. And she'd never sat on top of him before.
"Ohhh..." A throaty moan slipped from her lips as she began to slide up and down his cock slowly. "Ahhh," came out much higher when he gripped her hips and then her ass, kneading it and lifting her harder and faster.
"This isn't a Sunday joy ride, lover. This is The Fast and the Furious." Kian moved from squeezing to land a few smacks on each side, not hard, but after the earlier treatment, the new swats brought about a renewed fire. It didn't surprise Brianny nearly as much as the previous times when the smacks sent a current of electricity straight to her clit. She was going to come again, whether he allowed it or not.
Chapter Five
One thing was a given. Brianny didn't need an alarm clock. A lot of people had an inner alarm, and even on their days off, they couldn't stay in bed. Brianny wished she could just wake up when she needed to, or that she could sleep in on her days off. It was different for her, and rather embarrassing when Kian heard it.
"Why don't we try to put a snack by the bed?" Kian rolled toward her, wrapped his arms around her, and squeezed tight. "I dreamed I was being attacked by a bear." He laughed as her fist broke free of his grip to punch him in the arm.
"I've tried to eat a snack right before I go to sleep. It doesn't help at all. I still wake up with my stomach growling. Come on, let me up." She wiggled, trying to get up.
"I want a snack too," he growled, just before latching onto her nipple and laving it with his tongue.
Brianny squealed as a jolt of longing surged straight to her core. "Oh my God, Kian. I'm too hungry to go on. I need energy food if you plan to keep this up." Her body sent her confusing signals; from the moisture gathering in the land down under, to the rumbling of her tummy once again making Kian laugh. Thankfully, he let her go to the shower, but he joined her moments later.
"Hey, we're saving time—multitasking." He grinned as he soaped a cloth and lifted it to her back—or rather her shoulders—where he went to work, scrubbing her wet body diligently. By the time he made it to her front and drifted downward, she might as well have been a puddle on the shower floor. She had no determination to put him off any longer, and if her stomach growled in protest she no longer noticed.
Kian pulled out the showerhead extension and rinsed her off, spending a long time focusing on Australia. Bri thought her torment was over when he turned her to the wall and pressed his long, hard desire between her cheeks. A moment of trepidation passed when he still pressed lower, seeking her pussy, and plunging in. It had worried her for a fleeting second, but surprisingly, when he passed her back passage, disappointment briefly flashed through her mind.
She, however, forgot who she was, where she was and who he was, when he brought the showerhead around to her front and directed it at her pussy while he fucked her hard from behind. He had changed the setting of the water flow, and now it was so intense it was almost painful. She probably would have fallen to the floor with her rubbery legs, if he hadn't been bracing her, his arms wrapped around her waist. She came, and came, and came. She didn't stop until he had mercy on her and dropped the showerhead. Hell, she didn't even stop then. Brianny was still shivering—even though the bathroom was hot and steamy—her pussy sheathing his cock
and convulsing around it until he came with a shout and finally slipped from her after one last deep-seated stroke.
Within a few minutes, her stomach picked up where it had left off, reminding her she had not even eaten supper the night before. She had no clothes to wear aside from the Victorian dress with all the buttons Kian had forbidden her to wear again. It was against Castle rules to wear anything other than what was provided by Wardrobe. And there were plenty of choices. Even the pickiest person in the world would find something they were in love with at the Wardrobe.
Brianny's only issue with the dressing rules was the time it would take to be decked out in whatever ensemble the crafty dressing assistant suggested. She'd starve to death for sure, by going to dress first. No matter how short the time involved, she couldn't possibly eat first and visit Wardrobe afterwards. Kian had refused to help her with the buttons on her dress. Instead, he insisted she simply wear his dress shirt to get down there. She finally agreed when she considered how she had walked to the dungeon naked. Of course that was what Kian threatened to make her do again if she didn't get into his shirt quickly.
They were provided with a free show when they entered the Wardrobe. The sexiest woman Brianny had ever seen was being spanked over her black—leather, or plastic, whatever it was—cat suit. Her body was perfect. She was probably a dancer; had to be with those long, perfectly shaped legs.
The man stopped and gripped her ass with his large hand, and she cried out in pleasure. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, but Bri couldn't hear what he said until he clipped the leash he'd been holding to her collar and said, "Let's go."
"Beautiful, aren't they?" The dressing assistant drew Bri from her daze. "What can I help you with today? Would you like to try a cat suit? I know we have another one just like that, but in a stretchy black netting. My name is Janice by the way."
"I… no, thank you." Bri's stomach growled loudly, embarrassing her. "I just want something quick. I'm starving. Perhaps you have a kimono?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
Before she could tell the assistant she was just kidding, the lady turned, walked around a shelf and disappeared. Bri would have gotten undressed to save some time when the woman came back, but all she had to do was pull the shirt over her head. It was pretty loose, and probably would have sufficed until later. It was less revealing than the cat suit after all.
In turn, it covered her even more than the kimono Janice brought out to her. Brianny had imagined a floor length robe; what the woman brought her barely covered her bottom in the back. It was more like a sexy, baby-doll type nightie. Her shoulders were covered down her arms to her elbow. The silky fabric was brightly flowered in many shades of pink. While Brianny's hair wasn't red, it wasn't as blonde as her sister's and Bri forever worried that her natural highlights looked orange, like their cousin's. If she hadn't been scared that she'd die of starvation while the assistant found something less pink, she would have requested it.
Kian showed his approval by trailing his hand over her bare bottom. He declined on her behalf when Janice offered panties. Bri began to argue, but stopped when she realized that he was stepping up and taking control as she had wanted him to do for so long.
When Bri finally sat down in the cafeteria next to Kian— who looked sexy as hell in his simple leggings and cream colored dress shirt, tied at the waist with a red sash—with her coffee and a plate laden with scrambled eggs and fruit, her focus shifted immediately to another scene unfolding across the room.
"This place is a lot like Michigan," Kian speculated with a sarcastic grin. Even though they'd met in Chicago and resided there together, Brianny had travelled with him to his home town of Port Huron. She could not imagine what he could possibly think here that was similar. She scrunched up her face in confusion and waited for him to explain. "Michigan has over ten thousand lakes. They say that you are never farther than six miles from a lake anywhere you are in Michigan."
Brianny took a long hot drink of her coffee, trying to figure out what he was saying. It was either too early, or her brain was in protest because of the involuntary fast she'd endured. "Is there a lake here?" she asked, to be polite. Her attention remained focused across the room, as a pretty little woman in a cute blue, green, and white flannel skirt was pulled over the knee of—hey, they were the people she'd seen in the hall the night before. The older of the two women sat next to them drinking her coffee. She was wearing the same matching skirt as the woman being spanked.
Forking another bite of eggs into her mouth, Brianny continued to watch the scene with rapt attention, as many others in the room watched the same couple. She'd forgotten about Kian altogether until he chuckled and mentioned that the girl was in for it now. Why the little woman thought it was smart to argue when she was already over the man's knee, Bri couldn't understand. Bri's attention didn't come away from the show across the room until her fork came up empty. She'd been shoveling her breakfast down as she'd watched, apparently.
"Would you like me to get you some more to eat?" Kian offered with a mischievous smile.
She stared down at her plate in grief, her sadly departed eggs weighing heavily on her wellbeing. She just couldn't cope with the loss. Kian laughed as if he knew of her silliness and left the table. Bri had to console herself with a long drink of her coffee. It was the perfect temperature of slightly too hot, but not scorching her tongue. So she sipped most of it down, watching as the spanked woman stood facing them all and apologized to everyone in the cafeteria for her naughty behavior. Then, when she'd finished her tearful apology, the woman's 'daddy' cuddled her on his lap. He went from being sternly severe to gentle and nurturing in the bat of an eyelash.
"You are awfully interested in that couple. You want to talk about it?" Kian said from right beside her. His arm came around her back as he leaned in to embrace her. She turned to look at him, and feared she'd been sitting there for far too long, staring at the people across the room, not to mention she'd rudely ignored him altogether.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored you." She gave him her best apologetic face, while trying for the life of her to remember what he'd been talking about. Had he asked her something? Lakes. "You were saying something to me about the lakes… in Michigan?" She popped a strawberry into her mouth to give herself something to do.
His lips tilted in a smirk, not a rude one, but one that said he thought she was funny, or he was pulling something past her. "I was going to say, in Michigan you are never farther than six miles from a lake, and here you are never longer than six minutes from a spanking. There's one around every corner." He winked at her. "You were sucked deep into that scene. Why don't you tell me something you liked about it?"
Bri's face heated with embarrassment to be caught gawking so rudely. She shrugged her shoulders at his question without answering him. The topic was much too embarrassing. She forked a huge bite of cantaloupe in her mouth, if only to have an excuse not to answer.
"I just asked you a question, it's not too complicated. If you were worried about being rude, then you'd realize that not answering me is very rude and even disrespectful." His voice was soft and his breath warm against her ear. Most likely nobody else in the loud cafeteria could hear him, but she felt as though everyone not only could hear, but might be waiting with their eyes glued on her. A scan of the other guests around her proved she'd worried for naught.
A quick glance at him made her tummy tense, and all of a sudden feel way too full. She preoccupied herself with divesting a leftover strawberry of its seeds as she apologized again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude to you. I just don't honestly know how I feel about any of it."
"I know it's intimate, but try. I think it's a good way to learn what we are interested in. As you mentioned previously, neither of us knows what we like or dislike. Perhaps we could start with something you don't like about it. I will even go first." He paused and looked across the room for a moment before turning back to her. "I don't like that he used his hand… and
went on for so long without appearing as if his hand was sore at all." Kian winked at her. "Do you think it's some kind of strength training? Perhaps I was doing it wrong." He flexed his hand and smiled roguishly at her.
She looked back to the trio, the scene repeating itself in her mind. "I don't like that they wouldn't let her have coffee. I mean, shouldn't she have agreed to that ahead of time?" She watched as Kian's eyebrows rose in interest.
"I didn't know about the coffee. Was that why she was throwing a temper tantrum?" He lifted his own coffee mug to his lips in contemplation.
"I heard the people next to us talking about it."
"But she is doing the age regression thing, right? So based on the age she chose, then coffee may not be appropriate." His brows drew together in speculation, above his sparkling blue eyes. "I mean, I'm sure there are always variables that come up that you haven't discussed previously. At which time, I believe that the Top makes the decision."
Brianny conceded on that point. His next question almost caused her to choke on the strawberry she'd decided to have pity on and eat instead of dissecting.
"Is that something you are interested in trying? I could be your Daddy." A smile lifted one side of his mouth, the eyebrow above it rose as well. Was he joking? Before she could formulate any response, he spoke again. "Well, it wouldn't change a lot. I mean, I already do a lot of the things your daddy might do, like making sure you don't miss appointments, and even scheduling your doctor's appointment because you wouldn't go if I didn't make you. I take care of you when you're sick. I've even washed your back many times."
She barely heard anything after he said the word 'daddy'. The girl in trouble's pleading had carried across the room, and her; "I… oh, Daddy, it hurts. Please… please stop," had tickled Bri. The idea of calling Kian 'Daddy' intrigued her, and caused her face to flame. She wasn't altogether sure why.
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