Chapter 8. She Deserved It

"You will not come", Kian said as he kneaded my breast. "That's your punishment".

"But you've already spanked me! Please Kian let me come".

He shook his head. "No. I'm mad at you Farrah. Not only did you lie about being drunk, you came back home later than your curfew! Now shut up and let me focus on your tits".

I'm naked in Kian's room, The door is locked and my arse is red from all the spanking I received earlier. Kian has chosen another punishment for me, and what I call sexual torture, at least for me anyways. Kian has me pinned to the wall, my arms held up, a duct tape holding them in place. Kian licks the underside of my breasts, and I let out a loud moan.

His fingers delve into my wet folds and I let out a gasp. He begins stroking my core, eliciting moans from me. When his mouth joins his finger, I'm almost over the edge, but a tweak of my nipple snaps me back to the present. Kian stands upright, glaring at me. "I told you not to come".

"I didn't. I swe