As her breathing slowed and her sobbing quieted, she realized that Kaylee was still being spanked. Bri's ass felt like hot lava, melted and burning. It didn't take away the pain, but it was distracting, at least, when she turned to watch Kaylee.
Master Marshall was using a strap thing to spank her now. He didn't have his leg locked over hers as he had prompted Kian. Free from restraint, Kaylee kicked her legs. They were actually splayed wide open. Due to the position he had her in, his knee actually opened her thighs, refusing to let them close. Her bare pussy was open, and he spanked repeatedly, striking the insides of her spread cheeks, upper thighs, and even her dewy pink pussy. It was no wonder the woman was screaming like a banshee.
Even so, the world closed in around Brianny and Kian when he lifted her to his lap. "Come here, baby doll, Daddy's got you." His words jolted through her, leaving no part of her untouched. Her nipples ached and desire pooled inside her, but even more disturbing was the way her heart pulsed—as if for him alone. She'd never felt so connected to him before. What was it about that word? "I think Daddy's girl is going to need a nap before the ball."
He hugged her close, stroked her hair and brought a tissue to her nose. "Blow," he quietly directed her. It should have been embarrassing for her to have him wipe her nose. But she was feeling so vulnerable. Bri balanced on his lap, trying to keep her scorched cheeks from touching his hard, jean-covered thighs, but it was inevitable. He hugged her tighter, petting her, and soothing.
Chapter Eight
"Oh good, you're awake. I knew it would be soon. I heard your alarm go off a couple minutes ago." Bri ignored his joke about her ever rumbling tummy and moaned. She'd tried to roll over from her stomach but before she'd made a full revolution, her ass had clenched in intense agony. She rolled to the safety of her side instead, and tried to remember. She had never fallen asleep like that before. She only remembered a glimmer of being carried through the Castle hallways.
Kian lay down behind her and started to massage her neck and back. "I know women like to be fashionably late for balls and all that, but it may be over by the time we get there if you don't get up soon. I brought some sandwiches up from the café to save time. I'm sure Wardrobe is going to be terribly busy with everyone dressing for the ball."
"Do we have to go?" she whispered, and buried her face in her pillow when tears welled in her eyes.
"No, no, nobody has to go. Come here." He tugged her toward him. Bri rolled as quickly as she could to the other hip, but still cried out when her abused posterior came in contact with the mattress again. She snuggled herself close to his chest so he wouldn't see her face. Why was she even crying? "What's the matter, baby doll? Your sister came by earlier to see you and make sure you were going to the ball. I thought you wanted to go. What is all of this?" He reached down and clasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "What's the matter, baby?"
The last two days, hell, the last twenty-four hours, had been an emotional roller coaster. She didn't know why she was so weepy. "I don't know. I'm just—embarrassed now, I guess. I don't want to see them."
"See who? Embarrassed by what?" He lifted his head and braced himself on his elbow. "Do you mean what you did, and the visit with Marshall?"
"It was so embarrassing." She sniffed again. "And I think my butt is broken. There is no way I want to go anywhere, or try to sit, or even dance."
Kian laughed as the tone of her voice went from sniffling self-pity to indignation. "Nobody really knows what you did, and I'm sure that if most of the women here haven't ever been spanked as thoroughly as you were today, they wish they had, so enough of this. Sit up and eat. It's New Year's Eve, time for fun and resolutions, not whining and crying."
She would have rolled over and ignored him if her stomach hadn't growled ferociously just then.
"Snooze doesn't really work on your alarm, does it?" Kian joked. "It's past supper time and you didn't even have lunch; it's no wonder you're hungry. Come on. I'll open your sandwich." He held her kimono out to her as she stood. She'd been wearing the thing, last she knew, so he must have divested her of it when he'd put her to bed.
Bri went to the bathroom first and was completely unprepared for the discomfort in sitting on the cold seat. They would have had the thing padded here if they were smart. More distracting than her sore bottom, though, was her stomach; growling so intensely it was almost painful. This had been happening way too often lately. Kian had joked previously that she must have a tapeworm, because this happened even on mornings after she'd eaten well the night before. There really was no rhyme or reason.
When she stepped up to the sink to wash her hands, the mirror showed her cheeks to be red and flushed, perhaps from her long nap. She couldn't resist the temptation to turn around and lift the back of the short robe. She had to stand on her tiptoes, but she could see. She stroked the angry redness, as if she could dispel it, but it wasn't to be. She was very tender even so, and rubbing only proved more painful. Her bottom was still warm to the touch, and down at her crease were a couple of small bruises.
The marks pleased her. It wasn't something she could have explained if she'd tried. If she had to, she might liken it to the feeling of the collar around her neck the night of the auction. It represented something. The collar represented her willingness to submit. The marks were more of a claim, or ownership. She wore them with pride.
After they'd eaten the light dinner of deli sandwiches and chips, Kian surprised her.
"Come here," he prompted. She wanted to crawl under the little table when she saw what he was holding. "I've been intrigued by this ever since I first saw it. Come on. This will make you think about me all night, and I'll be rock hard thinking about you thinking about it." He laughed; a low, sexy, chuckle that sent currents of electricity straight to her sex—or maybe it was the black rubber butt plug he was holding that fueled her excitement. It took everything in Bri to walk over to him and not run back into the bathroom and lock the door. "Oh, don't tempt me to spank you again today. I'm pretty sure you don't want that, hmm?"
She crossed the floor slowly on shaking legs. "Wh-where did you get th-that?" She couldn't bear to look at it, much less talk about it. Her face may have actually surpassed the heat her bottom still held. Heck, it was as if the fire had been given new life.
"Oh, it was in the drawer. There are other goodies in there as well. Since we don't have time to try them out, well, we can put this one to use and still go to the ball. I think you like the idea, even though you protest." He cupped her chin, stopping her from shaking her head side to side in some kind of refusal. His hand slid down her hip and around the front until he was cupping her mons. "Yes, as I thought, you are wet. You want this as much as I want to see it. You can't deny it."
"I don't…" It was hard to deny it when he held her so intimately. She was torn between grinding against his hand, hoping he'd press his fingers inside her—or pulling away because she was still tender from their previous foray.
"You don't what? You don't want me inside you right now?" He pulled his hand away, but only far enough to get distance and then brought it right back to smack her pussy. She might have fallen to her knees if he hadn't been bracing her with his other arm. The light smack shocked her more than it hurt. It sent a rush of endorphins throughout her body and left a lingering hum in the bundle of nerves in her clit. "I'm going to have so much fun with you later, but for now turn around and get your ass up," he went on.
She couldn't help but obey, as her mind had ceased working and he had taken over. Kian gently pressed her down until her chest touched the bed. She clung to the coverlet and buried her face in it. When the silky fabric of the kimono slid up over her bottom, she pressed her knees together and slid on to her belly, trying to gain any modesty she might.
Kian obviously recognized the motion and didn't approve. One hard clap of his large hand on her bruised cheek would have been enough to convince her to obey, and yet he delivered a second one to the other cheek anyway. "I said to
get your ass up. Whose ass is this?" He cupped her aching cheeks as he leaned down over her back to speak into her ear.
"It's yours. Please…" Even with the heat of his grip on her sore bottom, she still wanted more.
"You're right, it's mine. I paid for it, it's mine. Say it. Say, 'My ass is yours. Take it, Daddy, it's yours.'"
"It's yours, Daddy. Take it…" She pressed back against his crotch, never having wanted him more—but he didn't give in and give it to her.
She missed his touch when he backed away, and Bri turned her head to look over her shoulder for him, but he hadn't gone far. His warm fingers were on her ass, separating her cheeks. A cold, wet glob of lube on her anus caused her to instantly clench.
"Open, relax." Even without her immediate obedience, he continued to press his finger through her tight sphincter. "Breathe out. Let me in."
"Ow. It hurts. Stop."
"No, it doesn't. Relax." His voice told her he thought she was exaggerating. If she looked back again she was sure he'd be smiling. In all the way, almost all the way out. In again. It was amazing, and very different to sex the usual way. She'd always wondered. "There, relax, you're going to like this."
He withdrew completely, and she mourned the loss—until she felt the plug at the rim of her anus. It was much larger than his finger had been.
"No, that's too big," she cried out, pulling her hips toward the bed and away from the pressure at her rear entrance. She could only go forward so far, though, and the bed held her in place for him to continue the assault. "Ow, ow—ooohh!" The plug had a narrow head, which gradually expanded toward the middle, and then came to a narrow notch at the base to help hold it in.
"It's not too big. It isn't even close to the size of my cock, and I'm going to fuck your ass soon… as soon as I can. You know why?" It was hard to pay any attention to his words while he was pulling the plug out and pressing it back in, very slowly. Three, four, five effing times. Oh God, what with the combination of the pleasure, pain, and his words, she was ready to come without him ever touching her pussy. "Answer me. Why am I going to fuck your ass?"
She panted. Her whole world narrowed down to each intoxicating stroke of the plug in her ass. "I don't know," she finally cried out, as he thrust the plug in one last time and left it there.
"Silly girl." He chuckled as he turned her around to face him again and cupped her bottom once more. "I'm going to fuck your ass raw. I don't have to have a reason, because I own this ass now. But I am going to fuck it whenever I want—because you asked for it. Didn't you? Hmmm?"
He didn't have to touch the plug for her to almost come undone, but he was squeezing her ass cheeks, which moved the plug around and stoked the fire already lit on her backside. She cringed around the plug and pulled away from his hands, which were pressing her tummy to his rock hard shaft—which his simple leggings did nothing to mask.
"Didn't you ask for me to fuck your ass in your application, Bri? Anal domination. Double penetration. Is that all? Are you Daddy's little whore? You know, we might have to cut this night short. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to wait. You know what? I can't wait, and I'm not going to, but I'm not going to pleasure you in the process either, since we know you can't hold out. Punishment or no, you'll be coming again, even if I tell you not to. Your ass can't take another spanking today, can it?" He backed away from her and pressed her shoulders downward. "On your knees. Think you can suck Daddy's cock without coming?"
He barely gave her time to get to her knees before he had his cock out of his pants and pressed between her lips. His cock was huge, and as much as she liked to please him this way, if he took long, it made her jaws ache to hold them open so far. She reached for his hips to hold on to, to anchor herself, but he didn't allow it.
"Hands behind your back. You're not sucking my cock—I'm fucking your mouth. This isn't for you. This is for me, I own this mouth too, don't I?" He held her head away from him for a split second so she could look up at him and nod, as she couldn't really answer with his cock pressed into her throat. Her eyes watered as he began to stroke in and out, gagging her whenever he thrust in too far. "Reach for your plug. Hold your ass cheeks and play with the plug."
She was balanced precariously on her knees with her hands behind her back, and now he wanted her to multitask. She barely had to touch the plug and it sent jolts through her whole being. But she was starting to gag—and panic. Her throat ached, and she couldn't breathe. Bri looked up at him, ready to plead with him to stop, or to slow down, or just not thrust so far, but then she realized he was on the edge. She could hold out, and she wanted to please him. His face was down, and his eyes were closed. He crammed his cock in further than before, if that were even possible, and held it in place… until he shouted at the ceiling in triumph before finally drawing back out and releasing her head.
If he'd come in her mouth, she hadn't been aware or cared. He'd been so far into her throat, she hadn't even tasted it—except for the trace amount of salty pre-cum. She brought her hands to her neck and breathed in slowly, swallowing hard. Kian rubbed her hair and petted her. "You are so fucking hot. Oh my God. I thought your pussy was heaven itself, but damn, your mouth, oh my God. I can't even imagine how sweet your ass is going to be." He helped her to her feet and hugged her while continuing to praise her until he led her to the shower.
He made her keep the plug in, but left it alone, and didn't play with it anymore. He bathed her completely, and ignored her pleas for completion. Brianny no longer cared whether they went to the ball. In fact, she begged him to skip it and fuck her. When they finally left the room, she was sulking.
Chapter Nine
Kian led her to Wardrobe to dress for the ball. As he had guessed, the place was overrun with guests, and the assistants flew around the room, dressing, tucking, pinning and praising. From simple maids to the more elaborate harem girls, all the way to the animals and gladiators, they remained enthusiastic about all of their clients' needs and desires.
Bri felt like a princess, even though at first she'd rather disliked the dress the assistant had sworn would be absolutely perfect. The look wasn't complete until Kian came back to stand in front of the mirror beside Brianny.
He stepped closer to her, pulled her against him, and whispered next to her cheek, "Gorgeous."
She was wearing a straight, cream-colored dress that came to her knees. It had no waist, and yet it fit her trim figure as if it had been made for her. Even though it had three very light, translucent, layers, it still appeared very simple and elegant. The topmost layer was a very sheer cream that perfectly softened the second layer, which was all lace. The layer closest to her skin was a silky, slip-type material. Underneath that, the assistant had dressed her in a cream chemise, garter belt and stockings, and no panties, as per Kian's request. Bri was sure that the assistant had seen the plug. Well, she had to have seen it. She'd helped Bri with the stockings and garters. As hard as it was to ignore the invader, she tried to put it out of her mind.
As well as the dress, she now wore three strands of pearls, which had seemed a bit much to Brianny until she'd seen the end result. Her earrings were larger pearls than those of her necklace, and then on her head, she wore a cap that was like a net, with large square holes. On the top left temple of the headpiece were large, soft, pink and cream flowers. Her hair had been smoothed back into a low bun which suited the headpiece perfectly. Brianny had never felt more beautiful. She decided she'd love to have this very same outfit for her wedding, even if it wasn't commonplace wedding gear.
Kian wore simple pieces as well, but put together, they worked amazingly. He wore simple khaki pants, and a tweed vest over a casual, cotton, button-up shirt. Suspenders topped the vest, and over his shoulder he carried a suit jacket. The snap brim, as the assistant called it, or the fedora, as Brianny knew it, made the ensemble come together. In those clothes, the two could have starred in The Great Gatsby or The Godfather. They made a stunning pair, and Brianny floated out of the Wardrobe as i
f in a dream. Despite seeing many other gorgeous costumes, she vainly believed that if there were a costume contest, they'd have won for sure.
The ballrooms were another wonder to behold. Tables had been set up around the outer edges, for people who wanted to sit and munch the hors d'oeuvres provided, or even to play. Bri noticed three separate scenes taking place in just the one ballroom. In the middle of the room were couples of all kinds, dancing and mingling.
"Oh, there you are!" Sara jerked Bri from her thoughts when she clutched her arm. "You two look amazing! I was beginning to think you weren't coming. And now, Jackson is making me leave." She rolled her eyes, and her shoulders rose and fell in an exaggerated fashion to give her opinion on the matter.
"She's been having contractions all day." Jackson, who was known for his smile and his cool, collected and charming personality, was currently anything but.
"They're not real; they're the Braxton Hicks kind they told us about at Lamaze." Sara shook her head in exasperation.
"Can you stay with her? I have to run and grab a change of clothes, and I don't want to leave her." Jackson looked from Bri and Kian to Sara's rounded abdomen, as if waiting for it to split open.
"I can go with you, Jackson. I really don't want to wear this." Sara gestured to her yellow baby-doll dress. It covered her belly perfectly with its high waist, but her bottom was left rather more exposed. Jackson was already off and running. Sara clasped her hand over her eyes and shook her head again. "He is unbelievable. I mean, I don't know how he can be so Johnny on the spot, any other time, and now he's freaking out. I'm not even due for a couple of weeks. I don't want to spend New Year's Eve at the hospital. We'll be toasting with vending machine coffee when we do the countdown."
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