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“It doesn’t have to be bright pink, Kane. Maybe even a blue or gray instead of white.”
“Just little pops of color,” Elijah says, nodding.
“I’ll show you two pops of color when I turn your asses red,” Kane mutters, walking further into the house. “If you’re done busting my balls, Elijah, you know where the rooms are. Jaxon, you’re with me. Go put your stuff away, and I’ll get lunch ready.” Elijah walks through the living room and turns down a hallway.
“Yes, Daddy,” I quip and go to walk away. Kane grips the back of my neck and turns me to face him. To my surprise, I land right against his chest, and his arm goes around my waist, holding me there.
“What did I tell you about that,Litso kukly?”
My breathing speeds up because I have no damn hope of controlling my reaction around him. I thought I had it under control, but being this close to Kane obliterates all common sense. “To only call you that when you’re inside me.”
“Is my cock deep in that pretty ass?”
“No,” I gasp when he nips my neck. I have so many bruises and marks from him that I lost count. It’s a constant reminder of how he can control my body, and I don’t have any complaints.
“I think it’s time for your first lesson.” He gently pushes me away, grabs my hand, and leads me in the opposite direction that Elijah went. He pulls me into a massive bedroom and shuts the door. “Strip.” I shiver at the command in his tone, and my hands go to my shirt, jerking it over my head and kicking my shoes off. I quickly unbutton my pants and shove them off with my boxers. “Khoroshiy mal’chik. Hands and knees on the bed with your ass hanging over the edge.”
I assume the position, making sure I push my ass out in Kane’s direction. I jump when I feel his hands grab both ass cheeks and squeeze. “Kane,” I groan. His hands leave, and before I can look over my shoulder, his palm comes down on my ass hard. “Holy shit.” He rains down blow after blow until my skin is on fire and my cock is throbbing between my thighs.
“You have a bratty mouth,” Kane says, massaging the ache away. “I can’t wait to use my paddle on you, but until then, this will have to do.” He lands a couple more well-placed smacks, making me shamelessly moan, and I find myself chasing his hand instead of trying to get away. “Look at you, begging for more.” His hands disappear, and then his slippery fingers are sliding against my back hole. He doesn’t give me a chance to breathe as he shoves a finger inside. Kane works it in and out a few times before adding a second. The pads of his fingers rub against my prostate, and the moan that leaves my mouth vibrates from my chest. “There you go, such akhoroshiy mal’chik.Fuck yourself back onto my fingers.”
I lay my chest on the bed and move back, taking his fingers inside me. On the third thrust, he adds a third finger, and my whole body shudders. I drop my hips trying to take the pressure off my aching cock, and Kane jerks me back to my knees with an arm around my waist. “What the hell, Kane?” I exclaim when his fingers disappear. I turn to look over my shoulder, and his eyes are zeroed in on my asshole.
“Look at you wide open and begging to be filled.” He fiddles around in his bag that’s lying on the bed. “Face the wall.” I reluctantly turn back around, waiting for his next move. Something cool and metal rubs against me, making me blow out a breath. “It’s just a plug,” he assures me, working it inside. I feel myself stretching around it, accepting it into my body. “Stand up but don’t let it fall out.”
I gingerly stand from the bed, clenching my ass so I don’t lose the plug, and turn to face him. “What now?”
“Sit.” When I do, he reaches for my boxers and slides them up my legs. Confusion must be written all over my face because he gives me a quick hard kiss. “This is your punishment for that smart mouth. My plug deep in your ass, your cock aching and leaking between your thighs.” He tugs me to stand, pulling my boxers over my hips. “And knowing that at any point in time, I can pull it from inside you and fuck you as hard as I want to because your ass will be ready for me.”
His words paint a picture so vivid that I can see myself bent over anywhere in this house with Kane fucking me ruthlessly. Would he do it in front of Elijah? Does that thought bother me? I need to please Kane, and if that’s what he wants, I’ll do it without hesitation. The idea doesn’t entirely turn me off. I can see it in my mind. Kane deep inside me with Elijah stroking his cock, watching. Or would he join? That thought makes me adjust my hips, and I’m quickly reminded of the plug in my ass when it puts pressure on my prostate. “Fuck,” I breathe.
“On your knees,” Kane commands, and I drop. His hands go to his pants, undoing them enough to pull his cock out. He slides his fingers into my hair and tightens his fist. “Make Daddy come.” My mouth falls open, and Kane sinks into my mouth with a groan. Using his hold on my hair, he pushes in as far as he can, making me choke and gag until tears are rolling down my face.Fuck me.I had no idea what I was getting myself into with Kane. Now here I am with a plug in my ass, getting face fucked.
Kane’s hands slide to the side of my face, and his thrusts turn punishing. His balls are slapping against my chin, his lips are peeled back from his teeth, and the tendons are standing out on his neck. And he’s never looked sexier. My fingers dig into his thighs, resisting the urge to pull my cock out and stroke it. I know that’s not what Kane wants. He wants me needy and anticipating his next move for the rest of the day.
Kane swells against my tongue and shoves his cock so far down my throat that I can’t breathe. “Swallow,” he grits out. I swallow around the head, and the first splash of cum hits my throat. I gag but follow his command until he slips from my mouth. He bends down and gently kisses me. “Finish getting dressed and come eat lunch.” He tucks himself back in his pants and disappears from the room. I squint at the door debating going to the bathroom to make myself come.
Deciding against it, I sigh and get to my feet. I bend down to pick up my jeans and almost jump out of my damn skin. The plug in my ass starts to pulse, then stops, and the realization hits me that Kane has a remote to control it. His plan is really to keep me on edge until he allows me to come.Allows me to come?What the hell is wrong with me? I’m a grown-ass man with a perfectly working hand. I should march right in there, whip my cock out, and stroke myself until I explode.
But I do none of those things. I put my clothes on and go to the living room, where Kane and Elijah are talking on the couch. Kane gives me a heated look and pulls me to sit beside him. I’m always aware of his presence. It's hard to miss him. But right now, I feel every brush of his thigh against mine and his arm possessively on my shoulders. Kane’s constant need to touch me was a surprise, but I find myself leaning further into his side, sitting my hand on his thigh. He kisses the side of my head and pulls me closer. “We decided on sandwiches for lunch. What would you like on yours?”
“I can get it.” I go to stand, and he pulls me back down.
“This is my job,Litso kukly.” So is torturing my ass with a metal plug, but we aren’t talking about that.
“Anything is fine.”
Elijah slides to the edge of the couch, and Kane cuts a look at him. “That means you too. Sit,” Kane says, standing and going to the kitchen.
“Bossy fucker,” I mumble under my breath.
“It didn’t sound like you had a problem with it a minute ago.” My eyes flash to Elijah, and he smiles. “Sound carries really well in this house.”
“Sorry,” I mutter, suddenly embarrassed.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
I chuckle and move to the end of the couch to face him. “I’m just not used to this. I’m…new.”
