The All Familiar Feels.
My stomach tightened at those words, and anticipation filled my body. I looked at Ian through hooded eyes, as I felt hotness fill my body.
It still didn't fail to stun me how just his words affected me so much. I could already feel myself become the old Khloe. His Khloe.
"But we just got back!" I mildly protested, just for the heck of it.
"And?"
I stumbled for words. "Uh... You shouldn't punish me?"
Ian smirked, pulling me off his lap, and seating me next to him on the sofa. "You don't want to be punished? Just say the word, and I'll stop."
I couldn't say it. Without even thinking about it, I almost jumped on him, crushing my lips on his. For a minute, Ian was stunned. Then he was kissing me back with just as much urgency and love.
His tongue massaged mine, as he completely filled my mouth, my senses. My hands hopeless tugged at his clothing, his hair, whatever I could find.
He pulled away, and I gasped for air, kissing his neck. The sudden urge to mark him, make him mine filled me, and I moaned as my teeth bit into his skin, as I sucked hard. Ian groaned, pulling me closer to him, as I left another hickey on him.
Suddenly, I was in his arms and we were walking. I kept kissing and nibbling on whatever part of Ian's body wasn't covered. Soft sounds escaped him, turning me on more.
"Ian," I moaned as he finally dropped me on my bed, standing at the edge like a predator, ready for it's prey.
I understood the gleam in his eyes. The pure, unadulterated lúst on his face. "Now, we have to punish you."
"We don't have anything," I mumbled, not knowing that a frown was on my face. I didn't have any of our play things here. I was too scared to even tell any other guy about my fantasies, let alone ask them to enact it with me.
"Improvisation, darling." Ian smirked, walking to my cupboard and rummaging through the drawers. He held up three scarves, raising his eyebrows at me, asking me if it was okay. I nodded.
"Take off all your clothes. You should be lying on the bed by the time I'm back."
I quickly slipped all my clothes off, the coolness of the room hitting my naked body. But I was burning with need inside. I needed Ian, and more than that, a part of me craved his punishment.
Ian came back into the room, a smirk on his face. His hands were behind his back. I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Eyes closed."
"I want to see you." I spoke without thinking.
"You will. But now, close your eyes, kitten."
I closed my eyes, feeling my senses heighten. I could hear every the sound of every step Ian took, and even the sound of my heart hammering in my chest.
"Head up," Ian ordered, slipping on a blindfold onto my eyes.
"What's the safe word, kitten?"
I thought about it. "Chocolate?"
I could almost hear Ian smile. "Chocolate then."
"You will tell me why you deserve you to be punished," Ian's voice was low, firm.
"Because I made that comment about, you know, to Silver?" I hated how that came as a question. Before I could say anything else, a hard smack on my dripping pûssy made me moan loudly.
"And?" Ian prodded as he smacked me again.
"A-and" Smack!
"I'm waiting, Khloe," Ian spoke in a sing-song voice.
"And, I ran away that day," I spoke in one breath.
Another hard smack greeted my pussy. Moan spilled out of my lips. Heat filled me, as liquid heat filled my core. My nípples were hard, my breasts heavy with need. As Ian smacked my left nípple, harsh groans escaped my lips.
"Oh! Please!"
"What do you want, kitten?"
"I want to cûm!" I almost wailed.
"Not yet."
"Ian!"
He didn't say anything, for about two minutes. I wondered if he had left. Then I felt his hands on my body, making me gasp and more needy. His warm hands cupped my breasts, kneading them, pulling on my already hard nípples.
"Fuck, Ian..." A loud moan escaped my lips.
"You're so beautiful," Ian's voice was husky, huskier than it was before. I felt his mouth on my hard buds, as he pulled them with his teeth, sucking on them.
He peppered kisses down my stomach, and I pushed up my hips to meet his mouth, groaning when he pushed my hips down and kissed my inner thighs, sucking on them.
"Ian!" I groaned. "Fûck me already!"
"Patience, love," he whispered again.
"I hate y--ahh!" His mouth descended on my dripping core, his tongue lashing out and sucking me. I moaned, raising my hips to his mouth, as he ate me out. He sucked on my clít, making me screen with the pleasure I was getting.
"I'm going to--"
"No."
"Ian!" I yelled as he pulled away. I had had enough of this torture. I couldn't take it anymore. Just as I was about to say it, he slammed into me. Hard. Full. Pleasure.
Coherent thoughts left me, as he completely filled me. No one else had ever made me feel so good. He didn't wait for me to adjust to him, pulling out and pushing back in roughly. My hips jerked up to meet his, and I could feel an orgasm waiting to push through.
"Oh, fuck!" Loud moans left my lips, as Ian fucked me hard. His lips met mine in a hard kiss, making me dizzy with pleasure.
"Take off the blindfold."
I wanted to see him, I needed to see him. Ian complied, and I was blinded for a minute before my eyes met his. His eyes shone with love, and in that moment I didn't need his permission.
His name left my lips as waves of pleasure sweeped over me again and again. I could feel my pussy tighten around his hard côck, and he groaned.
"I love you, kitten," he grunted, spilling himself into me. I was aware of the tears that had formed in my eyes, threatening to spill out.
"I love you too. So much."
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