Page 14 of Claiming Kenna
“I thought you were good at reading people?” I sounded more pissy than I intended because the deep parts of me couldn’t wait.
“I am,” Cullen raised an eyebrow at me. He sat on the bed beside me and slid the blindfold over my head, fixing it into place carefully.
“Put your wrists together,” he ordered. I complied instantly and within moments felt the cool, smooth fabric wrap around my bare wrists and then it was pulled tight. My wrists were left to fall onto my stomach, tightly bound and my world complete darkness. I felt Cullen move off the bed again and the creaking of the cupboard door opening for the second time tonight. I bit my lip in anticipation thinking about what he might be getting.
The room was silent for a few minutes and the only thing I could hear was my breathing. I focused on my deep breaths going in and out. Then there was movement at the end of the bed and Cullen was crawling over top of me. He felt completely naked and that familiar thick erection was pressed firmly into my thigh.
“You look insatiable like this. You will never be anyone else's. Only mine.” He whispered closely into my ear so his hot breath made my stray strands of hair flutter slightly.
“What are you going to do to me?” I gingerly asked.
“Give you the best twenty minutes of your life,” he answered and then I felt a cold firm object caress my breasts, and then move down the length of my torso with slow measured movements. The object moved away for a moment and then it was back with a sharp lash to my thigh. I sucked in an audible gasp and moved my thigh out of human reaction.
“Stay still Kenna or I will stop being nice,” he warned.Nice?That was questionable. I felt a second sharp slap to my other thigh and squirmed slightly but the initial shock had worn off and this one didn’t feel as harsh. Then the cold object came down quickly over my nipple, but softer this time then repeated on the other side. They swelled and hardened instantly. Cullen repeated the process one after another. “Beautiful and red now,” he sounded like it was art to him and he was in awe at his result. He slid the object down my side, creating goose bumps to form all over my flesh, and it found home on my panties. He rubbed it up and down, causing a welcomed reaction.
“They need to come off,” I heard through my whimpering cries and then my panties and garters were getting tugged down my legs and then over my feet. Cullen leaned down and blew over my bare clitoris, then tapped it again with the object. A surprised gasp escaped my lips at the contrasting effect. Cullen softly blew again over my core then gave a firmer tap with the object. It left a sting on my folds and Cullen blew on my nub instantly again. The sensation was so intense, almost too intense and I didn’t know if I would be able to handle it for much longer.
“Now your perfect little pussy is matching your breasts.”
Cullen flipped me on to my stomach and lashed my arse cheeks a lot harder than before. He hit me again and I could feel sweat off him drip onto my arse crack. Cullen was struggling for control and when the firm object connected with my butt cheek again I was sure he had lost all control over being gentle with me that he had earlier. Something dark in me stirred to life and I felt that luxurious slick wetness pooling between my legs.
“Is that all you have?” I taunted him. Then a hard whack pounded on my arse cheek again. My rear felt raw and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to sit down on it tomorrow but I relished in the pain and my body grew hungry for it. He lashed out again and the pain throbbed deeply when it hit my already raw flesh. Cullen shuffled on the bed and then I felt his large hands squeeze my hips so hard I could feel nails biting at my soft skin. He slammed his cock in from behind, thrusting in and out like a wild animal. Every time he pounded me deep it sent shock waves through me. Cullen fisted my hair with one hand and pulled it back hard.
“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you like Kenna?” He growled loudly. I groaned, feeling my body so close to coming.
“Answer me!” He growled again.
“Yes!” I burst out between gasps.
“Say yes professor!” He bit out and thrashing into me so quickly I thought my legs may give out.
“Yes professor,” I answered and a loud moan followed as I reached climax. Cullen groaned “Fuck your going to kill me Kenna,” as he thrust hard, shooting cum deeply inside me.
Welaytangledineach other. A sea of sweaty, naked body parts and heavy breathing filling the private room. I was tender, that was undeniable but I would do that all over again. If I could take the last hour and save it in a jar to bask in this memory whenever I wanted, I would.
“Stay with me tonight,” Cullen asked me. He ran his fingers softly over my breasts that were already fading in color. His eyes almost held a look of regret as he watched them fade and I smirked.
“I know artists work normally leads with expression but I am not sure your type of art would sell in a gallery,” I uttered.
“I would hope not. This artwork is for me to enjoy and me only. You also need to answer my question.” He said again.
“I don’t know if that is a good idea. What if we get caught by one of your peers?” I commented thinking of the repercussions of our actions.
“Please stay with me? Live at my apartment instead of your one downtown. I can help you study for final exams,” he suggested.
“Isn’t that like cheating?” I asked, feeling skeptical.
“No, I will give you private tutoring. I am a teacher after all.”
“I don’t know this seems to be crossing the line,” and as soon as the words came out of my mouth I reddened and knew how mental that sounded.
“So me paying $10,000 to fuck you into next Sunday and leaving welts on your skin is ok but staying in my apartment is crossing the line?” Cullen was in disbelief and pulled away from me slightly to look down into my face.
“I know. But it’s more personal, you know?” I offered and he raised an eyebrow at me staying silent. I sighed, feeling exasperated.
“You know what I mean.” I bit out.
“No I don’t think I do. Stay with me.” He said simply. Cullen was the type of man that didn’t get told no.