"I hate Vanilla!" she grumbled, not even aware she'd voiced her worries aloud until he snorted.
"I thought you pee on them? Are they flavored? I'm confused." She couldn't help but laugh again.
"No. I don't know what I was thinking." She peeled open the directions in the box she'd just opened, and ignored both his and her own comments. She didn't want to think about or explain the trail her thoughts had taken. She would focus on the test, instead. As she opened the small folded square and saw the easy directions, she couldn't believe the simplicity of it. Bri was a lab tech, so she knew the process involved in a pregnancy test. It was a fairly straightforward procedure, but still. The presence of a hormone called human chorionic gonadotropin in a woman's urine or blood confirmed she was pregnant. This hormone was produced around six days after fertilization.
Even though she understood the chemical process, Bri could not help but be overwhelmed by the fact that such a simple test could confirm such a monumental change in someone's life. Why was it you had to take an extensive test to get a driver's license, or worse, a gun permit, and yet anyone in the world could have a child without any type of approval system in place? Brianny wasn't really ready to have a baby. She surely wasn't qualified. What if she couldn't do it? What if she was a terrible parent? If she had to take a test to see if she was qualified, she'd fail.
And yet, within three minutes of taking one of the stupidly simple tests, her life could completely change. Kian must have been feeling the same way she was. He followed her into the bathroom and leaned against the counter.
"Are you afraid I'm going to do something to the test? I don't really need your help." She was flustered as it was, her hand was shaking so badly she didn't know how she would handle the task.
"No, I just want to be with you. I just…" It was odd to see him like that, as if at a loss. Kian always knew what to do at any given time. He was a leader and an initiator. But, just then, he was different; deep in his own thoughts. "I just want to be with you. Nothing more."
She was a little embarrassed at having to hold the little cup in her urine stream. The tests were different. One had a little dropper that you used to drip the urine into a designated area. The other two were wands you dipped into the urine stream. Bree decided to just do the cup, then she could dip the wands in it after she'd used to dropper to get the necessary amount. That way, they would have all the results at the same time.
Her hand was trembling so badly, Kian came over to the counter and steadied it with his own. It was a powerful picture in her mind and in her heart. No matter what the outcome, Kian would always be there for her. She sighed in relief when the three tests were done. "Now we wait," she told him as she moved to wash her hands, her eyes never leaving the tests.
Kian surprised her when he carefully laid a towel over the tests. "Let's go. We'll go for a walk; check out the Castle more fully. Everything could change with a mere glance under the towel. Our lives will never be the same. Let's just be us for a couple more hours. The answers will be there when we return. That will be soon enough." He took her arm and pulled her against him as he leaned back against the counter.
She was slightly off balance from the way she was leaning forward in his arms, but kept her legs to the side of his. "I would be crazy by the time we came back to look. I mean, I wouldn't enjoy the time, even though I understand what you mean. But either way, the next couple hours would not be just us because I will still be wondering what if. Even if I'm not in here staring at them, I will be thinking about them, and I will be imagining them as if I am pregnant."
"We are pregnant," Kian said, correcting her. "I mean it. It's not just you. I will be there and will take care of you." He squeezed her close and kissed her neck. Bri loved it when he did that; it gave her tingles all the way down her back.
"Okay, move," she demanded, trying to pull away and look around him. "I can't take it. I want to look."
"How long do you have to wait? It's only been a minute or two. Let's do something to kill a couple minutes, and then we'll look. You know, give it time, so we can be sure?"
"No, Kian, it's been an hour at least. I have to look." She squirmed and wiggled and reached around him to pull the towel off.
"It's only been a couple minutes, you nut." He let her go and sat down on the side of the huge tub. "You'd better hope you are pregnant so I can't bust your ass."
Bri tuned him out as she dropped the hand towel and stared at the three tests lined up on the counter. They all had different displays. One had two windows, and the other two had one. There was one pink line in every test. None of them showed a second line—with the exception of one. It had a different line in each window, one going horizontal and one vertical. She couldn't remember what the instructions said, and, well, she'd only read the instructions for the first one. She grabbed the instructions, flipping the papers around until she found the one with the two windows and the odd lines.
The first line was a test line to show you the pregnancy test was working. If you were pregnant, a cross or a plus sign would appear in the second window. One line meant no cross. Bri looked back at the test in question and exhaled slowly.
Had it been too soon? She had not checked the time when she first did it. Perhaps she should wait a couple more minutes to be sure. She finally turned to glare at Kian. "How can you just sit there? Don't you care?"
A soft smile tugged his lips up at the corners. "Oh, I care, but it's not going to stress me out. I love you, and I'll love our child, whether it is born in nine months or ninety. So, do we celebrate?" He stood and came towards her.
"It depends on what you want it to say." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the counter, letting him look for himself. Brianny stared hard at his face, wanting to read him. His response meant the world to her.
"I think it's… negative?" He gave her a quizzical look, one brow raised.
She stepped forward to look at the tests again. "I think so, too," she whispered. "I double checked. Unless it hasn't been long enough?" She looked from the tests back to him again.
"I've got something that will keep us busy for a couple minutes." He threw an arm around her waist and pulled her, laughing and squealing, over to the bed. "Let's see. How many swats do you think I should give you? You told me no…"
"Kian! What if I am pregnant? You can't spank me right—Ow!" She squirmed as she was pressed down over one of his thighs. Her torso rested on the bed behind him as he held her kind of sideways.
His hand cracked down on her blue jean-covered bottom, and yet the heavy fabric didn't protect her butt in the least. "Nice try, but I feel pretty confident that one of the tests would have shown positive in the allotted time. So try again."
"Then why do I wake up starving?" She wiggled, as if to alter the placement of the smacks he was giving her. It didn't help.
"Because you don't eat right. And when you do remember to eat, it's not healthy." They could have been talking about signs of life on Mars, but it didn't change the fact that he continued to slap her ass.
Whenever Bri read the domestic discipline books, she'd always imagined a spanking to feel more like heat, and that it would turn her on. That so wasn't the way she felt just now. Sore didn't even begin to describe it. "Ow, ow! It hurts; I still have bruises from yesterday… You're literally smacking bruises. It's torture."
Kian released her—or so she thought—until he clasped her arm and reached for her waist. "Oh, then let's take your pants down, so I can see what I'm doing." And he did continue tugging at them until he had her jeans at her ankles. Then he pulled her right back over his knee. The pants at her feet just made it that much easier for him to topple her over. When his hand fell against her ass again, it was with stinging swats that she didn't feel quite as deeply.
She still yelped with each one, but continued to press back against his hand, encouraging him to give her more. She surprised herself even, when she found that she really wanted him to smack her pussy like he'd don
e the other time. Even though the swats were building and heating her tender nates intensely, she still wanted to come. Her clit was pulsing… as if trying to get his attention on its own. Bri clenched her vaginal walls, willing him to fill her. Before she even realized it, she was begging him—not to stop, but to fuck her.
"Oh my God. I need you, Kian, please…"
Her begging had an adverse effect. He stopped spanking and rubbed sensually up and down her thighs, squeezing her cheeks and, finally, slipping his leg out from under her to leave her leaning over the bed. She expected him to get behind her and press his cock deeply inside where she was aching to feel him. Instead, he lifted her shirt and started at the top of her shoulders. Kian licked a trail all the way down her spine. She writhed and moaned, expecting him to spread her cheeks and continue his tongue assault on her sopping pussy. He disappointed her again when he slowly nipped her flaming, aching cheeks between his teeth.
"Kian, please!" she cried.
But he still didn't give in. He kissed and licked a warm wet trail all the way down one thigh, and then, with just as cruel a pace, he started up the other leg. His hands kneaded her thighs and nates the whole time. He only came as close with his tongue as her outer lips, to which he gave generous attention, leaving her aching with need. She clenched the duvet, moaning and swaying her backside, begging him to help her.
And still he backed away without delivering the attention she craved. Brianny lifted up and turned to see where he'd gone to.
"Lie down and don't move. I'll be right back," he directed, as he opened the top drawer of the chest.
She obeyed, but couldn't help but wonder what he was getting. That was the drawer that held all the sex toys. She'd not had a chance to look inside it yet. She wondered about the plug he'd used the night before. When she turned her head to look again, he barked another command for her to turn around.
Thankfully, he was at her side again within moments, and wasted no more time teasing her. His fingers teased her delicate nub for just a few seconds before plunging inside her needy slit. But he didn't continue to stroke her as she'd hoped. She was momentarily confused by the probe that slid into her, and her first thought was that the dildo he'd chosen was very small. But it wasn't a dildo, it was more of an egg, and he left it inside of her.
Her thoughts followed his fingers as he spread a cold, lubricating gel around her sensitive back hole. She met his penetration with enthusiasm, although it was only his finger. He didn't just stroke in and out of her anus with the slick jelly, but rubbed and stretched the tightened muscles until he could stroke in and out with two, and finally three, fingers.
It was much a more uncomfortable and intense sensation than that of the plug he'd placed in her ass the night before. Even so, she probably would have come from the anal stimulation alone. It was a confusing battle that warred within her. She wanted his play to continue, but cried out for him to stop. He ignored her pleas and played her like a musician would his favorite instrument.
"Oh my God, Kian. Stop… Oh, God, I want you!"
"You're going to have me, because I'm going to fuck your ass just like I told you. Ready or not, here I come."
She wanted to cry at the loss of his fingers… until they were replaced by the rounded head of his cock against the sensitive tissues of her back passage. It was only then that she fully realized how much larger his cock was than either the plug or his fingers.
"No! You can't, it won't fit, Kian. Kian, no." She clenched her cheeks, trying to stop him. But he was already pressing hard against her cringing hole
"Relax, open for me. You want it. You know you do," he urged her, but it was the clicking, the humming and the tingling of the egg inside her that made her yield to his will.
Bzzzzzzz…
"Ah, oh my…" she called out, and when she loosened the muscles of her nether region, he pressed on. "Ow, ow, slow…" she pleaded. His cock stretched her more than she would have imagined possible. From that, combined with the buzzing in her pussy, she was ready to come undone already. Brianny slipped her hand down in front of her. Whether it was to stroke her clit, or try to pull the device out of herself, she had no idea, but as soon as she found the lead wire, the vibrating stopped. She'd been right on the edge of a powerful release, and yet couldn't get over the brink. She clenched her legs together, as if squeezing tightly would trigger the egg again.
"You like that, don't you? You're milking my cock hard. So tight. So tight. You could come without anything else, couldn't you?" He impaled her further, inch by excruciating inch. But she couldn't wait, even though she'd begged him to go slow only moments before. Bri couldn't take the teasing, the torture, so she pushed back against him and rocked forward and back.
Bzzzzzzz…
"Ahhh, oh, oh my God." She quivered and trembled as he pounded into her ass, meeting the pace she'd just set for him. Her eyes blinked open when he slapped her buttocks, alternating the sides. She'd all but forgotten the heat in her cheeks until he reminded her of them with his flurry of spanks. "Ow!" She shuddered and cried out with her release. "Oh, Kian."
"Don't you come, you little whore. You come when I say, and not before. Get your hands on the bed." With her hair clasped tightly in his fist, Kian pulled her head back toward him. "You're mine. My own little whore. Daddy's little whore. Say it." He slammed into her with an animalistic ferocity.
Brianny's thoughts were lost; all she had left were feelings—feelings of pride and humiliation, feelings of raw and powerful submission. "Daddy's little whore," she repeated, but her voice was strained as the force of a powerful climax overcame her.
"Give me those hands." He didn't wait for her compliance as he released her hair to reach for her hands, finally capturing her fists and keeping them hostage in one of his much larger ones.
As he'd pulled her hand away from her sensitive power switch, the last of the jolting little aftershocks finally began to calm, but she realized all too quickly that the power hadn't been shut off. Her pussy was still vibrating.
Even as Kian praised her, he collapsed over her one last time, pressing his weight down over her back and shouting his release.
And even after he withdrew, he held a hand on her back, keeping her bent over—and still she vibrated.
"You're not done. Not by half. Don't move. Don't come again." The warmth of his hand disappeared from her back, but she couldn't relax. She felt the weight of the egg inside her, and the vibrations messed with every thread of her being. She couldn't relax her muscles if she wanted to.
With another click, came a break. She panted with relief as she turned her head to see that Kian was at the drawer again. When he came back, however, he wasn't offering a reprieve.
"This is just the beginning, lover." His fingers at her core made her tense again, but that didn't stop him from tugging the egg out of her slippery slit. "You are so wet. It's nice… the smell of your pussy, your essence, makes me crave you all the more. You won't need any lubrication, will you? Let's see if this little toy works as well in the back as in the front, hmm?"
Even as he spoke, he pressed the tip of the egg into her anus. She didn't resist, but it wouldn't have done any good anyway—he had it in her ass before she could breathe out a reply. Click.
Bzzzzzzz…
The little devil came to life again, and the sensations, the vibrations, were evil. Brianny was on the edge of another climax within seconds of the position change. The placement wasn't the only change he had planned however. He flipped her over as easily, as if she were naught but a toy. The next position he put her in, with her bent over, left her bottom hanging off the bed while she was on her back. If he dropped her legs, she'd fall. But he didn't drop them; instead, he used them to slide her to the foot of the bed. Then Kian clipped a soft cuff around each of her ankles, spread them wide and clipped first one, and then the other, to the tall bed posts.
She again followed his movements with her eyes as he returned to the drawer. Panting and pulsing with the toy in
her ass, she tried to relax. She was going to explode the moment he touched her. The dildo he came back with flooded her face with embarrassment. And she didn't know what the other thing was. She'd seen them in the Rainbow Room during her tour. It was huge, had a round end, like a tennis ball, and had to be plugged in to an outlet. If it was a vibrator, like she thought, it might just be powerful enough to chip cement, and as frightening as that thought was, it turned her on even more.
"Hmm, I don't know." He came to stand between her wide, spread legs and set the 'toys' on her tummy. It might have been just her heightened sensitivity, but his fingers grazed her lower lips before he moved away, and she was sure he was teasing her. "Maybe that fat plug would be better than the little bullet vibe for the back?" He wasn't really asking her, more likely just saying it to torment her, but he continued to speak to himself as he went back to the drawer. When he came back, he was carrying more than just the plug. He added those items to the pile on her belly, but took something that she realized were soft cuffs for her wrists, and moved around the bed to use them to restrain her.
"Any special requests before we begin?" If his bright eyes, and cocky smirk gave anything away, it was that he was really enjoying what he was doing to her and that, perhaps, he had thought about this prior to now.
Chapter Eleven
She was starting to wake up. Kian finished laying out their small feast. He looked over what he'd spread out, trying to decide whether he'd forgotten anything. He felt guilty about how demanding he'd been to her. What if he was wrong? What if she didn't like his harsh using of her body? Maybe this trip and Brianny sharing her desires with him would backfire. What if she'd gotten more than she bargained for? What if… He had to stop panicking and trust that he'd read her right. Leaning his head against the door jamb between the bathroom and the bedroom, his gaze moved from her sleeping form to the file on the table. No, it was all in there. She'd wanted to be used, to be owned.
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