19. Keris
K eris~
After Brantley and I had gotten home last night, things had turned dark as I had confessed my deepest sexual fantasies, Brantley making them all come true. He’d been insatiable, and the more shame that I had unleashed, the more incredible the sex had become. It’d been wild, euphoric, and unhealthy.
With a whole other side of me- one that I’d never known existed -showing its face, I felt like a fly trapped in a spider’s web, held captive for it to play with until it got tired of playing with me.
“Well, I’m glad things are working out for you,” Lindsey said. “I’ve been so worried.”
When I’d woken up this morning, I’d felt.
..confused, ashamed, and weak. Though my body was sore as hell and singing the Lord’s praises, admitting to liking a man taking away your choices was not right or anything that I was proud of.
No matter if Brantley was judging me or not, I was judging me.
No matter what anyone else said about acknowledged consent, I was still getting off on Brantley leaving me no choice but to follow his lead, ultimately submitting to his sexual whims.
So, feeling like I had betrayed everything strong and dignified about myself, I had crawled out of Brantley’s bed, making my way back to my bedroom to call my sister. While Dylan and Huntley were my rocks, Lindsey was my sister, and maybe I needed a reminder of why I had agreed to this.
“We still have a lot of things to work out...you know, things to learn about each other and stuff like that, but I think we’ll get along fine,” I semi-lied.
“Have you talked to Mom or Dad?” she asked, and the hesitancy in her voice had me immediately worried.
“No,” I answered. “Honestly, I haven’t spoken to them since the day after I got married. I’m...I’m still mad and disappointed with them.”
“Well, I was over there the other day, and...well, they’re acting like their lifestyles haven’t taken a pay cut, Keris,” she said, and I just closed my eyes as I sighed. “I...I think you might want to have a talk with them about it.”
“Why?” I asked. “I can’t stop them from continuing to be fiscally irresponsible, Lindsey.”
“True,” she agreed. “But I can see them thinking that your new husband will continue to bail them out, and I think you need to make it clear that he won’t. It might help them face reality before it’s too late.”
Before I could comment, the door to my bedroom opened quietly, and I saw Brantley walking in, dressed in only a pair of grey athletic sweats, and I had to close my eyes again for a quick second.
Brantley Kingston had the body of a god, and it wasn’t fair for men to look like he did.
I mean, how in the hell was a woman supposed to stand a fighting chance against all that?
Opening my eyes, the sexiest smirk was playing on his lips, and I just knew that he was up to no good.
My body was incredibly sore, but I couldn’t see him caring about that.
Hell, I didn’t even care about that. Those abs of his made me want to lick him all over, and his big dick had turned me stupid in every sense of the word.
“Keris?”
I shook thoughts of Brantley from my head. “No, yeah...I’m here,” I stuttered. “I was just...yeah, you’re probably right. I’m going to need to talk to them about what they think this is.”
“I just...” she trailed off, and people really shouldn’t need a drink at this time of the morning.
“What is it, Lindsey?”
“It just sucks that this all fell on your shoulders, Keris,” she said, and I knew that I’d do it all over again just to save my sister.
“It’s fine, Lindsey,” I assured her. “I’m good.”
Not saying a word, Brantley stopped when he was standing right in front of me.
Looking up at him from where I was sitting on the bed, it wasn’t lost on me that my face was right in line with his dick.
He had used me all night long last night, but there was no mistaking the outline of his hard cock in those sweats.
Granted, Brantley was huge, so his hard dick would be noticed in any pair of pants that he wore, but in those grey sweats, he had me practically salivating.
When he slid his hand beneath my chin, I said, “Hey, Lindsey, I have to go. I’ll talk to Mom and Dad, and then maybe we can have dinner later in the week, yeah?”
“That sounds great,” she replied earnestly. “I miss you.”
“I miss you, too,” I said before we said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone.
“Your sister?” Brantley asked.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice a rough caress to my ears.
His thumb started running across my lower lip, and I couldn’t believe how I’d gone from an angry, independent, intelligent, prideful woman to this pathetic puddle of hormones.
“She’s worried about my parents’ spending habits,” I answered. “She thinks that they’re under the impression that you’re going to keep bailing them out.”
I let out a low whimper when Brantley slid his thumb in my mouth. “I’ll talk to them,” he offered. “I’ll make clear what my expectations of them are.” With his blue eyes blazing with heat, he ordered, “Suck.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to protest because my jaw was also sore from the way that he had fucked my mouth last night, but that newfound weakness inside me wanted to taste him again. So, like a good girl, I sucked his thumb.
After a few seconds, he pulled his thumb from my mouth, then ordered, “Show me that ass, baby.”
My entire lower half clenched, but I also knew that I looked horrible after last night.
Not only was my hair a matted disaster and my makeup a faded catastrophe, but I felt sore enough to know that my pussy and ass were both a swollen mess.
Brantley had cum inside every orifice last night, plus he had also cum on me, smearing his release all over my skin.
So, after refusing to let me bathe afterwards, I knew that I looked like a used whore this morning.
Still, that didn’t stop me from doing what he’d ordered. Dressed in only his button-up from last night, I was bare underneath, Brantley having destroyed my underwear as soon as we’d gotten home.
Positioned on my hands and knees, I felt Brantley’s hands begin to knead the soft globes of my ass, but I also knew that the gentleness wasn’t going to last long. I’d found out last night that Brantley was a spanker, and I’d also found out that I liked to be spanked.
He only got three hits in before he was growling, “I can’t wait.”
My hands fisted in the comforter, waiting for him to stretch me open again, wanting it like I had no shame. When I felt a bead of spit hit my sore, used, puckered hole, I closed my eyes as my heart began to race. It was going to hurt like hell, but I still didn’t move to deny him.
Like I’d unleashed a monster, Brantley said, “I’m fucking your ass to teach you never to crawl out of my bed in the morning again.”
“I didn’t-”
“We’re also moving your shit into my room today, and that’s where you’re going to stay, Keris,” he said as he worked more spit into my ass. “I will not be waking up to an empty bed again.” Sliding two fingers deep inside me, he softly added, “I think I’m addicted to fucking your ass, baby.”
There was nothing to say to that. I had spilled all my secrets last night, giving him the key to the kingdom, and I’d never acted so recklessly before in my life.
Brantley knew that I liked it rough, he knew that I enjoyed pain with my pleasure, and he knew that I got wet when he took it from me.
I’d managed to marry the one guy that got off on what my twisted mind enjoyed.
I cried out as he worked the head of his cock into my ass, unable to avoid the discomfort.
Brantley was so big that I was going to have to buy lube if he really was addicted to fucking me up the ass.
While I could take the excitement of the forbidden in the heat of the moment, the next day was something else entirely.
With his hands gripping my hips, Brantley started sliding in and out of my ass, his grunts turning me on. There was something so inherently sexy about hearing a man moan because you were the source of his pleasure.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
My hands were tugging at the comforter, my teeth biting the inside of my cheek. Still, moans and whispered pleas were begging him for more. I’d never considered myself a masochist, but maybe I was. Maybe I was because I was getting off on how rough Brantley treated me.
His hand slid under my neck, and when he pulled me up, my back against his chest, his other hand immediately found my pussy, and two fingers slid in with ease as Brantley double penetrated me, driving me fucking insane.
His voice was a low growl in my ear as he said, “Whatever you need, whatever you want, I will always do whatever I need in order to be that for you, Keris.” I almost started crying. “Don’t ever let another man touch you, or I swear to God, I’ll kill you both.”
I came so hard that white spots danced behind my eyes and blood rushed through my brain, causing an instant headache. I came so hard that I didn’t care anymore how wrong this was.