my way back to it when a muffled noise drew my attention to a room at the end of the hall. I strode towards it, thinking I heard the low rumble of Kyan's voice. I was so turned around in these grandly decorated hallways that when I pushed the door open and found myself in another bedroom I was actually surprised. I'd thought this part of the house was all entertaining rooms, but I was clearly wrong about that.
Tatum gasped as I threw the door wide and for a moment anger and jealously pulsed through me as I took in the sight of her pinned beneath her tattooed husband on the bed, her hands bound at the base of her spine and her ass in the air. Kyan was standing directly behind her, fingers digging into her hips as he fucked her hard and fast. He didn't even seem to notice me as he reached out and caught Tatum by the throat, drawing her upright so that her back was pressed to his chest. But as he lifted his gaze from biting her earlobe to look me right in the eye and smirk, I knew he'd been well aware of my arrival.
"Are you looking to join us, brother?" he asked, grinding his hips slowly while reaching down to caress Tatum's clit, making her moan as her hooded gaze fell on me.
I frowned as he tightened his hand around her throat, the urge to drag him off of her consuming me for a moment before I stepped inside and knocked the door closed behind me. She'd made it more than clear that she enjoyed how rough Kyan was with her, but I couldn't deny that I was still struggling to fully understand why she'd allow him to half choke her like that.
"Is he hurting you princess?" I asked, unable to help myself.
Kyan chuckled as he relaxed his hold on her throat and she licked her swollen lips. "Only in the way I like," she panted.
"Why don't you come and give it a try?" Kyan offered, jerking his hips back so that he pulled his dick out of her and Tatum gasped a frustrated sound as she was left wanting.
"The idea of doing that to her doesn't really appeal to me," I said with a shrug, though her hands being bound at the base of her spine like that did thrust her tits out in the most delicious way. So maybe I wasn't totally against all of it.
"You're so vanilla," Kyan joked and Tatum tried to bite him in a half-hearted attempt to tell him off.
"I'm not," I disagreed. "I just struggle to understand what Tatum gets from being trussed up like that and used for your pleasure."
"I don't just use her for my pleasure," Kyan scoffed. "When I fuck her, she comes a lot more times than I do."
Tatum bit her lip, her eyes flaming with an idea as she looked at me. "Why don't you give it a try, Nash?" she asked.
"You want me to try fucking you while you're tied up?" I asked and in all fairness my cock was rock hard and I was more than willing to step into Kyan's place. I just doubted I'd start choking her.
"Or you could find out what being tied up is like?" she suggested, that hungry look in her eyes flaring with excitement at that idea.
"Fuck yes," Kyan agreed enthusiastically. "Then I'll top you both."
"The day I let you top me would be a cold day in hell," I pointed out with a scoff.
"Fine," he conceded. "Strip down and let me tie you up then. Tatum can be the one topping you and I'll just enjoy the show."
I wanted to protest that I had no desire to be tied up, but that vanilla comment was pissing me off and I had to admit that I preferred the idea of that to the idea of choking my girl while I fucked her. No matter how much she seemed to enjoy Kyan doing it.
"Unless you're chicken shit?" he taunted.
Tatum bit her lip, but I could see she wanted me to agree so I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside before crawling onto the bed in front of her and stealing a kiss.
She moaned into my mouth as I palmed her breasts, tugging and caressing them so she was panting then moving my mouth down to take her nipple into it and sucking hard until she drew in a sharp