Page 196 of Carnal Games

I still have my clothes on, yet I’ve never felt more naked. A startled cry escapes from my lips, echoing around us as he grounds his scary length against the crack of my ass.

My head drops. “Kian.”

“Feel how hard my cock is at the thought of training you and your body to suit my needs. It’s what makes you wet, isn’t it? Being molded into my perfect fuck toy.”

“Yes.”

Spreading my ass cheeks until I feel air and especially his eyes on my most private part, I squirm and clench against his grip. One hand disappears and returns in a resounding slap against my ass.

“I said no hiding your body from me,” he scolds. “Did you forget how you flaunted this sexy ass in my face in the gym? I’ve wanted to touch, look, and punish it since then. Don’t you dare hide it from me.”

“But why would you want to stare…” I’m unable to say the part out loud. “There?”

“Where, rainbow?” His thumb prods the soft skin. “Here? Your tiny asshole?”

I bite my lip, too shy to reply.

He rubs and nudges against it. I buck, trying to straighten, but his hand on my back doesn’t allow me to. His thumb moves aside, then a cold liquid lands on my anus. Kian spreads it around before slowly pushing against the muscles. My body fights the foreign sensation and the intrusion, but he’s insistent.

“K-Kian,” I sob.

“Shh… I’m going to claim every hole you have, Iris.” His thumb slips inside. “This virgin ass will be no exception.” Deep to the knuckle until I’m unbearably full and dancing on my toes. “All good sluts get fucked in the ass.”

“Ahh… oohh god!”

“You look pretty with my finger in your ass.”

“Kian! Sir!”

Pulling out, he slowly thrusts again. Again. And again. Soon, I get used to the slight burn and push against his stroking digit.

“Good girl,” he groans. “The things I’m going to do to you.”

Popping his thumb free, his groin presses flush against my ass. His cock throbs, matching the one in my pussy. Roving his hands over my stomach, he cups my breasts and tweaks my nipples.

I hiss sharply.

“Do you feel me everywhere now?” he asks.

“I do.”

“Do you want more?” I nod eagerly. “Because I’m far from taking the edge off. I don’t just want you to feel me. I want you to wear my marks all day and feel my touch in every breath and step you take.”

“Yes, please.”

“Ask me how I’m going to mark you.”

The thrill in his husky voice evokes a tremble in mine as I murmur, “How, sir?”

“I’m going to punish this perfect ass.” He pauses, letting his words hang like a warning, and finally growls, “With my belt.”

The air whooshes out of my lungs at his scary yet filthy promise.

“If you can’t handle it, tell me now. Because once I start, I won’t stop until it’s red with my lashes.”

Adrenaline pumps in my veins. My body warming in anticipation. A little fear trickles in, but it’s dulled by the potent lust. I’ve enjoyed everything he’s done to me till now. I trust him to never take it too far or dole out more than I can handle.

“Do it, Kian.”

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