Naughty November

Chapter 7

SEVEN

IGGY

The handcuffs were new. For the past four days, Kieran had religiously worshiped my body, the evidence of which was all on tape. Except for the moments he deemed only for us—like the enemas and the aftercare when he held me against him, cleaned me up, distracted me with trivia questions, and put me to bed.

Never in a million years had I expected sex to be like this. Days and nights of endless torture. I’d never thought of my ass as sexy until Kieran fingered and kissed me there. Every day. For hours. Just his tongue and his fingers.

Now I craved it.

I craved him.

And it scared me because not once in the past four days had he come. Oh, I had. Messily. Loudly. Quietly. I’d come so many times I’d lost count. But he’d never let me reciprocate. I could kiss him. I could touch him, but he wouldn’t let me jack him off.

“Why do you look so serious?” Kieran entered the room, naked. I glowered at him. Why bother to get naked when he wasn’t using his cock, and I wasn’t allowed to touch it ?

“I still don’t understand why I can’t touch you.”

He placed two dildos on the bed, a small, thin one, the other longer and fatter, though it still didn’t measure up to him fully erect.

“Hmm. I have a challenge for you.”

I perked up. “Yes?”

“If you can take this tonight”—he held up the bigger of the two silicone toys—“the next time you can come on my cock.”

Challenge accepted.

He started with kisses. He always did, but this time he trailed kisses from my feet to my mouth. I’d been lied to my whole life. Breathing wasn’t involuntary. If it were, I wouldn’t have forgotten how to inhale to the point I almost passed out from a lack of air. Kieran’s deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he nipped at my neck, leaving more love bites on my body. Whenever I looked at them, a thrill ran through me.

“Take deep breaths, baby. I got you.”

Poetry didn’t get any more beautiful than that.

I got you.

Kieran lubed me up and inserted two fingers inside me. It was much easier to accept them, though I already felt so full I had doubts about the dildo.

“Look at you taking two fingers, baby,” he cooed. “Remember when you could barely take one? Now look at you. So fucking eager for it.”

“Yes.” I tugged on my restraints. Shit. Why did my nipples tingle at being unable to move my arms? I was at his mercy.

“Dammit, baby, look at that sexy hole. I’m going to fuck you soon, you know that, right? Are you going to let me?”

He slapped my hole with his fingers, and I cried out. “Yes. Yes, please. I want it so much.”

“Then show me you can take these.”

He lubed up the smaller dildo and slowly worked it inside my ass. It felt different from his fingers—the cylindrical shape filling me even more than his digits ever did.

“Such a good boy you are. Stay right there. No, don’t move. Stay right there, and let me train that ass. ”

I whimpered, clutching my hands into fists. He worked the silicone more firmly inside me, shoving in and out faster until my cock was leaking over my stomach. I’d been embarrassed at how much I usually leaked, but he’d told me he found it sexy. I still didn’t know if it was normal, though, but as long as he was happy, that was the only thing that mattered.

“Kee.” I drawled out his name. The familiar sensation of my abs going taut and the heat flushing through me prepared me for what was about to happen.

Except Kieran removed the dildo, and the head rush from the sudden lack of pressure was like being dunked into ice water.

“Kieran.” My body bucked from the aftershocks. My heart pounded so loud in my ears I could barely hear his soothing words.

“Easy, easy, baby. You’re okay.” His fingers traced circles on my thighs, grounding me, and his warmth enveloped me. “I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

“What are you…” He was carefully coating a large dildo in lube, a smile dancing on his lips when he met my gaze.

“Remember our deal. Ready?”

I swallowed hard but nodded.

His smile grew warmer, but it didn’t lessen the anticipation. He settled between my legs again, massaging one thigh while he positioned the tip of the toy against me. My heart raced.

“What is the oldest city in the world?” he whispered so softly I doubted the video recording picked it up.

The round head of the dildo pressed against my hole and stopped.

“Answer the question, Iggy.”

What was the question again?

I blinked several times. He pulled the dildo away.

“Aleppo, Syria.”

“Now that’s more like it.” He pushed slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. A burn seared through me but quickly faded to a dull ache.

“You can take more, can’t you, baby?”

“Yes.”

Kieran moved the dildo inside me. The slow drag and push mirrored our breathing, and before long, I was arching into it. Every shallow thrust left me gasping for more until I was writhing beneath him in complete surrender.

“Oh god, Kee.”

“You’re doing good, baby. I’m so proud of you. Just a couple more inches…fuck, that’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

I pulled back my legs to my chest, giving him better access. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my stomach.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, Iggy, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Yes, yes,” I begged shamelessly. “Put it inside me. I want to feel your cock inside me, Kieran. Do you want me to beg? Pleasepleaseplease.”

He drove the dildo harder inside me, faster, and my cries interrupted my pleas. This time I climbed higher than I’d ever been. He jacked me off with his left hand while pumping the silicone inside me, and though it wasn’t what I craved, I came hard, spraying cum over my stomach.

The drop—oh fuck, when the drop happened, it was the most amazing feeling in the world—like I was weightless and floating. Time passed—inconsequential. I was out of it, not willing to leave my cocoon of bliss, but Kieran said my name softly.

I love him so much.

When I came around, I was free from my restraints and in the tub, sitting on his lap with my head on his chest. I loved the sex. It was phenomenal—but I also loved these quiet moments after when it was just the two of us, no cameras. A chill ran down my spine.

“Hey, are you okay?”

I smiled at the concern in his voice. “Hmm.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled closer. “Your baby’s more than okay, Kieran.”

His hand tightened on my thigh, then relaxed. “Great.”

“What about you?” I raised my head and frowned. “Did you come?”

“This is about you and your pleasure. It doesn’t matter if I come.”

I ducked my head so he couldn’t see my disappointment. Why did he keep saying that? Didn’t he want to be with me? Was he truly only having sex with me because he wanted to ensure I would enjoy it? What about his needs, or couldn’t I satisfy them?

“How about Friday evening?” he asked softly.

Two days away. “Okay.”

He tipped my chin. “Are you sure you’re fine? We can choose another day or…not at all if you’re having second thoughts.”

I forced a smile. “Don’t be silly. Haven’t we been preparing for this? I’m just a little tired is all. Friday’s perfect.”