He stared and studied me. His eyes wandered down and back up, undressing me as they went by, sending a tight coil to my belly.
"I'm not obliged to have s—"
Without letting me finish my sentence, Ryan smothered his lips over mine. His kiss was possessive, in control, and completely capable of turning me into mush.
He let go of my lips and trailed his tongue down to my bre**ast. "You look so damn sexy right now."
Riley had the courtesy of locking the door this time. The minute he did, Ryan stepped back, leaving me confused and half-wanting.
"Take off your clothes," Ryan commanded, a bemused grin spreading across his cheeks.
I stood there, shocked like a deer in headlights. "What?"
"You heard me. I want you to take off your clothes."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll spank you. Hard."
That was barely any motivation for me to start acting like a stripper; in fact, it acted as motivation for me to do the opposite. After what Riley did before, I found out that spankings actually felt pretty good, and the naughty side of me enjoyed it.
Ryan gave a side glance to Riley, and his brother was upon my body within a second. He unzipped my skirt and took it off together with my panties, letting them crumple into a puddle of cloth at my feet. He then reached over and opened the front of my shirt again before unclasping my bra for the second time that day. At first, I thought he was going to be the one giving me the spanking, but Ryan came around and positioned his clothed erection between the crevice of my butt cheeks.
"Bend over," he said.
I scowled. "No." I knew I was going to eventually, but I resisted because it was fun.
"Bend over and rest your hands on the couch."
"No."
"I'm going to hit you twice as hard, and twice as much." He pushed against my back, forcing me down. I ended up placing my hands on the couch, just as he instructed me to before.
His palm came suddenly. I winced and bit on my lip to stop myself from crying out. It hurt! That seriously hurt! It was nothing like those light smacks that Riley gave me before. Riley sounded less playful when we had sex, but he was actually being gentle. Ryan was giving it his all to cause me physical torture.
Tears brimmed at my eyes, not because the situation made me scared or sad, but because the force of Ryan's hand stung my flesh, and left a painful throbbing behind.
"Say you're sorry," Ryan ordered.
"Like hell I will. You're the as**sho— Ouch!" Another slap landed on the exact same spot.
"You're not allowed to talk back."
"I'm going to make you a sorry piece of shit after this." I tried to get up but he locked my arms behind my back, forcing my head down onto the couch in a very uncomfortable position. "Ryan, stop it. I don't like it at all!" My words might have said one thing, but my body was reacting differently to the pain. My center began to burn with aching desire, and it didn't help that Ryan was grinding against me, staining my juices on his trousers.
Apparently, I sounded convincing enough. Ryan sighed. "Fine, we'll try this again next time."
But even if he stopped spanking me, he didn't stop his torment. He took off his shirt and pulled his erection out from his pants. I turned around and lied down on the couch, melding my body into the smooth velvet. He rubbed his member against my slit, stroking it but never entering.
"You f**king suck, you know that?" I said.
Ryan smiled. "I'm not going to let you get away with it so easily."
"Put it in already." I was starting to sound whiny.
"Not until you apologize."
I reached down and tried to grab his member, but Riley gripped my hand before I could even get close.
"You should apologize, to the both of us," he said.
Desperate, hungry, and feeling utterly cornered by the two hot devils in front of me, my resolve was wearing thin. I stared them down for a long time until I finally conceded. "I'm sorry," I lied. I didn't have a single apologetic cell in me, but sometimes you had to play along to get what you want.
"That wasn't so difficult, was it?" Ryan said. He leaned down and kissed me. "But I'll try something new today." I looked down. The sight made me gasp.
Ryan's co**ck was positioned at the wrong entrance.
"No, I don't want to!"
He rubbed my folds and used my own wetness to lubricate myself. I tried to get away but Riley stopped me. The head of Ryan's co**ck prodded my as**shole and slowly spread it open.
I cringed at the burning sensation. "It hurts, Ryan."
"I'm sorry. It only hurts the first time, I promise." He was treating me gently, as if I were a virgin—I was, in this context, since it was my first time having anal sex.