A deep chuckle leaves him as he secures my hands behind my back, and the bed dips again as he climbs off it. He grips my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. My feet are placed back on the ground when he uses his foot to kick my legs apart before tugging my hips away from the bed. Now only my top half is resting on it.
I bite my lip, thinking it is funny until his hand slaps my ass so hard I forget how to breathe, and tears burn my eyes while he chuckles loudly. Suddenly, I want to beat him to a bloody pulp. He smooths his hand over the mark he left before pressing his erection against my ass.
“Is this what you were expecting?” Kyan asks, yet words fail me; it fucking hurt!
“Told you so! Can’t chicken out now,” Kora drawls. When I feel his hand leave my ass, I snarl at him. When his hand comes down on my ass again, I try to escape. Kyan grips my tied wrists, tugging me back. I take it back. I take it back! “Kora, swap places with me,” I beg her.
“Nope, his hands are huge!” she laughs in my head.
“I did warn you, though I had no idea you were into this sort of thing?” Kyan laughs, pinning me back to the bed, his hand on the center of my back.
“She lied,” I whimper, my ass stinging as I wiggle, hoping to dodge his hand.
“Huh?” Kyan asks, stopping. I relax and sigh.
“That bitch Anna.” I feel his confusion through the bond when he leans over my back, his nose skimming across my shoulder.
“And who is Anna?” Kyan asks.
“Off the damn movie! She lied. It fucking hurts!” I shriek, trying to wiggle away when I feel his hand move down my side to my ass. He rubs his hand over the spot, tingles rushing everywhere, and I sigh.
“What movie? What are you talking about?” he questions, standing up and admiring his handwork on my flesh, his fingertips tracing over my raised handprint.
“‘Fifty Shades Of Gray’, it was a lie.” His hand stops.
“Huh?” he murmurs. “I’m not sure about ‘Fifty Shades of Gray,’ but your ass is about fifty shades of pink,” he laughs. Gosh, my ass stings. “I can’t believe you based your answer off a movie!” he says, clicking his tongue and stepping away from me.
“You were the one who said you were going to punish me?” I squeak.
“I was mucking around Ella, I’m not a Dom. What would give you that idea?” Kyan chuckles.
“Well, he does kinda give off those vibes,” Kora chimes in, and I growl at her. This is her fault!
“Though I am pretty sure that was more my father’s thing, I remember walking in on him with some woman when I was like six he–” Kyan shudders.
“Yep, not an image I want of Daddy Dom in my head. Stop.” I shudder, not wanting to picture that side of my father-in-law.
I look at him over my shoulder, wondering what he is doing, and he smiles darkly, and my eyes widen. “I swear to god you slap my ass again, I will slap you back,” I snarl at him.
“What was that?” Kyan taunts, tugging on my restraints. I close my eyes, expecting my ass to burn again when he kicks my feet back apart.
“I must admit, though, I do like seeing you tied up,” Kyan chuckles before jamming his fingers into my ribs. My eyes widen and I shriek when he starts tickling me. I squirm, trying to get away from his prodding fingers. Rolling onto my back, I glare at him. My shoulders ache from being tied behind my back. Kyan smirks, climbing onto the bed.
This time, he smacks between my legs. I whimper at the sting until he cups my pussy with his hand, rubbing his fingers over my folds before parting my wet lips with his finger, shoving it inside me.
A moan escapes my lips as he drags it back out slowly before plunging it back. My hips rock back against his hand, chasing the friction he is offering when he pulls his finger out and adds another, curling them inside while his other hand smoothes over my ass before his hand comes back down hard on it. My inner walls clench his fingers as I jump. Yet, the pain is dull compared to the sensation his fingers are building up inside me.
Kyan grabs my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, and I know he is watching his fingers drenched in my arousal slip in and out of me. He curls them inside me, earning a moan before pulling them out and adding a third. I squirm at the stretching feeling his fingers cause and wiggle up the bed, only for him to grip my hips and tug me back.
“Stay still!” he growls before he kneels, and I feel his lips press to my ass cheek as his fingers slip out of me. Both hands grip my ass, his elbows pushing against my thighs, forcing my legs further apart when I feel his warm breath fan over my pussy. His tongue delves between my folds, and I squirm, my cheeks burn at how humiliated I feel with my ass in his face. That is, until his tongue flicks over my clit, and he sucks it into my mouth. A moan leaves my lips as sizzling pleasure rushes through me.
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A moan escapes me, and despite the uncomfortable position I’m in, my shoulders pressing against the bed, I don’t care. I push back against his hot, fiery mouth that is devouring me. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, forcing them apart, yet the feeling of euphoria that rushes through me makes my mind blank. I couldn’t care less about what he is doing, as long as he doesn’t stop.
“Kyan…” I whimper, gasping when his hands slide down the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart as he tilts his face to a different angle. His tongue slips inside me as he laps at the juices escaping me, making my legs tremble. My breathing turns to pants as his hot tongue moves back to my clit. He sucks on it, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud, making me cry out.
His hands squeezing my thighs are the only thing keeping me upright, my legs shaking terribly when I feel my stomach tighten, my hips rock against his mouth, chasing the building sensation. My toes curl, digging into the floor as I reach my climax and shatter. My legs go weak, and his grip tightens as he forces me to remain upright, his tongue relentless as I ride out the waves of my orgasm that ripples through me, leaving me breathless.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he groans huskily before he runs his tongue slowly down my slit one last time . I whimper at how tender I feel, still getting my breath back. My knees buckle beneath me when he grabs my wrists, yanking me upright. His hand wraps around my throat, his chest pressing against my back as he tugs me against him, his other hand presses flat to my stomach.
“Now I’ll show you how a real man fucks,” he whispers seductively in my ear, and a shiver of pleasure rushes through me.
He nips at my mark before his tongue trails up the side of my neck to behind my ear. He flicks my ear with his tongue, tugging it with his teeth. His hand that is on my stomach moves to cup my oversensitive pussy, his fingers teasing me. The cold draft from the broken windows