“You’ve been a very bad girl, Courtney.” She couldn’t tell now if he was amused or serious. “You’ll have to be punished for that.”
Oh, hell yes. She was sure as hell hoping so.
“Ohhh, are we going to get kinky, Uncle Ian?” she teased him breathlessly then jumped, startled, as his hand landed on her ass in a burning caress.
“Be quiet, before I gag you,” he ordered, his tone of voice dark, forbidding as he laid her on her stomach and released the restraint on her wrists.
Not that she had time to do much more than slip and attempt to run her palm up the thigh nearest her before they had captured both wrists once again and attached the padded cuffs to them, stretching her out in the center of the bed.
Her ankles were next, though there was quite a bit of slack in the small chains she could hear clinking together. Once they had her restrained, they began to play in earnest.
She was placed on her hands and knees, gasping, as she felt Ian move behind her while Khalid stretched out beside her, his head moving beneath her body. Almost instantly his wicked tongue began to play with her saturated pu**y as his fingers found her burning ni**les.
That was bad enough. That pleasure at its most extreme, simply because he absolutely refused to allow her release. But Ian, demon that he was, began to up the ante.
His hand landed on the sensitive cheek of her rear, causing her to jerk at the fiery wash of sensations it produced. She would have been more comfortable if it had hurt. Rather it singed, causing her to twist and press back for more as Khalid hummed against her pu**y.
She could feel her juices pouring from her vagina as her flesh began to heat, to melt for the two men so intent on making her insane. Losing her sight had only served to emphasize that of touch, as she knew Ian meant for it to do. The lightest caress was more intense now, more destructive.
“What a pretty, sweet little ass,” Ian crooned as he parted the curves. “Stay still, baby, let me get you ready.” He patted her rear as she felt the tapered end of the tube of lubrication gel being inserted into her rear.
She arched, moaning deeply at the sensation of the wand penetrating that dark channel.
“I do nothing but live to hear you scream in pleasure anymore,” he growled, and by the tone of his voice, that thought didn’t seem to please him.
“I live to scream for you—” She arched wildly as she felt Khalid’s tongue curling around her cl*t as the cool sensation of the gel began to fill her ass.
She was breathing harshly now, her h*ps twisting as she fought to drive her cl*t further inside his teasing mouth.
Ian’s hand landed on her ass again, harder.
“Stay still, little cat,” he ordered harshly. “It’s going to be a very long time before you get to come again. Save your strength.”
In that moment she began to suspect that perhaps Ian hadn’t yet shown her all the different facets of his sexuality. His voice was darker, deeper, the pleasure throbbing just beneath the surface was thicker than ever before.
The nozzle was removed from her anus then, sliding free of her as she moaned heavily at the rasp against the tender nerve endings. Khalid slid from beneath her body as Ian moved from behind her, lying along her side and beginning to play in earnest.
“Come here, baby.” Ian’s lips found hers, an amazingly tender kiss as his tongue licked at her lips, his hands burying in her hair as she cried out at the overwhelming pleasure.
Because for all Ian’s tenderness, his gentle kiss, Khalid had now turned into her tormentor. Moving behind her, his hand began a rhythmic series of light slaps against her rear, alternating every few seconds with an underhanded burning smack to her sensitive pu**y.
She tried to breathe, to scream against the sensations ripping through her, but Ian’s lips caught each cry, his encouraging moans fueling the haze of lust surrounding her.
As his tongue slid past her lips once again, Khalid speared two fingers deep inside her pu**y. As Ian licked at her lips, Khalid curled his fingers and stroked against the ultra-sensitive flesh high within the very depths of her vagina.
She was shaking, torn between ecstasy and torment, certain there was no way to survive the sensations. With each slap to her tender flesh, the flames burning over her body became worse, sensitizing her, awakening nerve endings she had no idea she possessed as the tension in her body began to build higher.
Her womb ached, burned. Her cl*t was so sensitive that even the air caressing it was too much for the delicate mass of nerves, yet it wasn’t enough. They kept her hanging on a precipice so sharp, she could feel the bite of hunger growing with each second.
“Ian…” She screamed his name as she felt Khalid parting the cheeks of her ass, the broad crest of his c**k smoothing along the crevice.
“Now we get kinky, baby,” he growled, his voice darker as she felt him come to his knees beside her. “Now I watch. Do you remember the times you saw me with your maids, sweetheart? What was I doing?”
She whimpered at the memory.
“I was watching, watching how easily they accepted any pleasure I chose for them after we had finished driving them as high as possible. But I didn’t have to drive you, did I, baby.” His whisper was edged with mingled awe and lust. “You were right there waiting on me, weren’t you?”
“God, yes,” she cried as she felt Khalid’s c**k tuck at the opening to her ass.