He grinned as he watched her, the blush of her skin turned a nice shade of pink. It showcased her embarrassment but not so much that she changed her mind. She didn’t stop when he moved his hand. Her finger continued to press against her clit.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Now, take your other hand and put two fingers in your pussy.”
“No.”
“No?”
She shook her head.
“What are you afraid of?”
“I…”
“You don’t want me to watch?”
Her hand moved rapidly across her mound, her hips rose once, just once but holy hell, it was a beautiful rise and fall as her legs spread open and the sparkling of her sweet juices spilled over the folds. “Really perfect, a little more pressure now and put your fingers into your pussy this time.”
“Will you do it?”
“Yes, but I want you to show me how you like it first. Now, do it. Don’t make me ask again.”
He tried to gain control. Damn it, this was why his brothers didn’t want him to take her. They feared he’d behave like this. They were afraid he’d dominate her, pull her into the lifestyle he craved, the one he’d lived in or on the realm of for nearly five years.
She stopped moving her fingers, and her hands fell to her sides and she dared him with her eyes. “I’m not doing it.”
He licked his upper lip and decided to let her choose her punishment. “Then tell me what I need to do to punish you. Spank you or eat your pussy?” What a punishment. She didn’t know the difference. He went with it. If things were different, and he was training a submissive for his bed, he’d have made her go stand in the corner or he would’ve put a ball gag in her mouth while he jacked off in front of her.
Her breath hitched in her chest. “I…I…can’t decide.” Instinctively, her middle finger touched her clit again and she began to roll it back and forth, her hooded eyes barely open, her mouth dropping wide in expectancy.
“That’s not what I wanted to hear, Peyton.” He snatched her wrist and tugged her from the bed. “I wanted you to answer the question. Now you’re going to have to face your punishment.”
He moved away from the mattress and kept his focus on her until he disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned he had his playthings.
“Roll over on your stomach.”
“No.”
“Remember who is in control here, Peyton.” He growled as he tried to remind himself of it too. The games he played with her now was a last ditched effort to maintain some element of composure before she stripped him of what little self-control he had left.
He yanked her ankles, and she giggled nervously.
“Don’t hurt me,” she purred. “I’d heard about this side of you but I don’t want you to hurt me, Kane, not yet.”
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No.”
“How do you know for sure?”
“Because I trust you.”
Damn it all. If there was anything sweeter a woman said to a man, he’d like to know what. “Very good, you should trust me.”
She turned over on her stomach, and before he pulled her hips back, she arched for him. She didn’t try to scoot away from him, and she shocked him with her easy compliance.
He caressed her ass, her perfect globes, before he drenched the center split with lubricant. She jerked as the cool moisture seeped into her ass.
“Oh that’s perfect, truly beautiful.”
“Kane…” She moved her bottom against him.
“Shh…remember, you trust me.” He nibbled along her back, licked up and down her spine and then before he warned her, brought his hand up and smacked her flank.
“Wait! You can’t spank me yet. I’m not ready yet.”
“You told me to spank you, lover. I’m going to punish you because you won’t mind me. I wanted your fingers in your pussy and you denied me.” He smiled, fought back the urge to tell her that he preferred her ass. He’d watch her finger herself later. He’d watch her enjoy her own hand, sooner or later, in ways she never imagined.”
“Kane, please don’t.”
“You don’t like getting a spanking?”
“I do…I…”
He tanned her beautiful hide again. His cock throbbed as his palm met her flesh several more times.
She cried out. “You don’t understand. I need you to hold me.”
“Hold you?” Slap! Smack! Slap!
“Oh God…yes!”
“No, darlin’ what you need is for me to fuck you.” He felt for evidence. His fingers slid under her, and he pushed his middle finger into her cunt. “Yes, sweetheart, that’s what you meant, isn’t it?” He nibbled at her earlobe, and she moaned out a silent cry.
“Please, move your fingers inside of me,” she pleaded with him, begged him with unruly passion in her voice.
“Are you a virgin, Peyton?” He already knew the truth. She’d admitted it.
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me you’re a virgin.”
“I’m a virgin. I saved myself for you.”
Oh dear God, he didn’t want her to add what he needed to hear most. Not yet, not now.
Too late.
He choked out a forced response as he removed a butt plug from a small pouch. “Okay, good girl,” His finger ran in between her cheeks, and she shivered with pleasure as he touched the hole he planned to claim.
“Good?”
“Oh yes.”
“Really nice, Peyton. You’re so beautiful, baby.” He didn’t tell her what he was doing next but he took the small vibrator from the pouch where she could see it. “Say no at any time and we stop, okay?”
She nodded.
“No, Peyton. Tell me you understand.”
“I underst-”
He pressed the small silicone plug into her anus, the tip barely penetrating the outer ring. She moaned, he added a little pressure. “Grip the sheets, baby, hang on for just a minute.”
“I can’t…”
“Oh yes you can.” He rolled back on the balls of his feet and stared at her pretty bottom, the image she created was more than he deserved to capture alone. Oh his brothers were going to kill him when they found out he introduced her to his treasures.
“Kane!”
“I’m here, baby.” He flipped her over and spread her out like he wanted her to try out mattress jumping jacks. He settled between her legs and held her thighs apart. “Ah Peyton, this is perfect.”
“I…this sensation…it hurts, Kane.”
“It’s going to hurt for just a minute but I can take care of you, Peyton. I can make sure no one ever takes care of you better than I do.” He kissed her clit and then licked her center. “Oh Peyton, I’m going to take care of us both.” His head dropped, and he lapped at her pussy like he was dining for the first time, and for once in his life, he indulged in a well-prepared meal.
She was on her death bed. Peyton decided this had to be her death bed because she felt like she was caught between one world and another, torn between exquisite pleasures and some sort of unexplainable, but heavenly pain.
She transitioned then. Somewhere in the midst of carnal experiences, she became a woman.
Her hands gripped the coverlet as she watched him devour her like an animal hungry for a first delicious snack. The more she watched, the more she wanted.
“Oh Kane, I think I’m…”
“You are, right now.” He mumbled against her flesh before his tongue slowly swiped deeper. He tapped the end of the vibrating plug and it flared against her ass before the sinful little toy zapped to a new speed, working almost in sync with the man licking her, coaxing out the juices of a woman-her cream, her pleasure.
“Kane! Good God, don’t stop! Oh fuck!” She twisted and writhed under his mouth as the sounds of a man’s vulgar appetite filled the room. He lapped, and then groaned. God help her, he growled, and it was the most animalistic thing she’d ever heard and it only called out more from her. She grinded against his face and chin and took the orgasm he gave her.
He held her against the weight of his arms, folding them over her stomach. She reached for him, her hand gripping his hair, pulling it until he cried out against her body and nibbled on her hardened clit in retaliation.