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Jenner's Surprise #1
With Kylie Jenner
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Anal, Face Fuck, Facial, Rough Sex, Verbal Humiliation
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: This is meant to be a continuation of Jenner's Christmas Surprise.
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It had been months since that Christmas evening, and what started as a one-off Secret Santa twist had evolved into something Kylie couldn't, and didn't want to, escape. Daniel's texts came unpredictably, sometimes in the dead of night, sometimes mid-afternoon when she was in meetings or fittings, but the effect was always the same, a rush of heat between her legs, a quick excuse to whoever she was with, and her car pointed toward his place. No questions, no negotiations. She was his now, in the ways that mattered, and she fucking loved it. The shame that had flickered through her that first time? Gone, burned away by the dozens of sessions since. Now, she craved the degradation, the pain, the way he turned her into a vessel for his pleasure. She was his pain slut, his fuck toy, and every bruise, every ache, was a badge she wore under her designer clothes, a secret thrill that made the rest of her life feel pale in comparison.
Tonight's text had come while she was at a late dinner with friends, Bedroom. Now. Simple, commanding, no room for delay. Kylie had faked a headache, slipped out, and driven over in record time, her pussy already wet just thinking about what he'd do. She parked, let herself in with the key he'd given her weeks ago, a silent acknowledgment that this was routine, and headed straight upstairs. No living room preamble this time, she knew the drill. Strip at the door, crawl in on hands and knees, present herself. Her heart pounded with anticipation, not nerves. She wanted the hurt, the use, the way he'd break her down and rebuild her around his cock.
The bedroom door was ajar, light coming from lamps on either side of the king-sized bed. The room was minimalist, masculine, dark wood headboard, crisp white sheets, a wide mirror on the opposite wall that reflected everything in unforgiving detail. Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, watching her with that calm, predatory gaze that made her thighs clench. Tools were laid out beside him, a leather paddle, a flogger with knotted tails, a thick black collar with a silver ring, and the sight sent a shiver through her. No holiday lights here, just the raw intimacy of his space, where she'd been marked and fucked so many times since their first sexual encounter.
Kylie paused at the threshold, shedding her clothes without a word, silk blouse, lace bra, skirt, panties soaked through. She dropped to her knees, the cool hardwood biting into her skin, and crawled forward, ass high, tits swaying with each movement. She felt exposed, objectified, and it made her drip. By the time she reached his feet, her nipples were hard peaks, begging for abuse.
"Look at you," Daniel said. "Eager little slut, aren't you?"
Kylie looked up, eyes locking on his. "Yes, sir," she answered. "I'm your pain slut. Use me however you want. I crave it."
He smirked, reaching down to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. "Damn right you do. You've turned into such a perfect fuck toy these past few months. Dropping everything for my cock, begging for the pain. Pathetic, but it suits you."
She moaned at the pull, the words hitting her like foreplay. He released her hair and picked up the collar, the leather cool and heavy as he fastened it around her neck, buckling it tight enough to remind her of its presence with every swallow. The silver ring dangled at her collarbone, a handle for whatever he pleased. Kylie touched it reverently, a thrill shooting straight to her pussy. "Thank you, sir," she whispered. "I love wearing your collar. Makes me feel owned."
"Because you are," he replied, clipping a short leash to the ring and giving it a tug that forced her forward onto her elbows. "Now, up on the bed. Ass up, face down. Time to warm you up."
Kylie scrambled onto the sheets, positioning herself as ordered, knees spread, back arched, face pressed to the mattress. The mirror caught her reflection, collar gleaming, pussy glistening, ass presented like an offering. She watched herself, loving how slutty she looked, how ready for whatever pain he dished out. Daniel stood behind her, paddle in hand, and she wiggled her hips invitingly, craving the first strike.
The paddle connected with a sharp crack, the wide leather surface slapping across both cheeks at once. Fire bloomed instantly, a deep, stinging pain that made her gasp and push back for more. "Fuck, yes," she groaned. "Harder, sir. Make it hurt."
He obliged, swinging again, the impact jolting through her body, turning her skin pink, then red. Each smack built on the last, the pain layering into something exquisite, a burn that had her clit throbbing without a single touch. Kylie counted them in her head, three, four, five, moaning louder with each, her voice unfiltered. "I'm your slut, sir," she panted between strikes. "Beat my ass until it's bruised. I need it."
Daniel chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied. "Listen to you, begging like a whore. You've come so far, used to pretend you had limits. Now look at you, ass up and dripping for the paddle." He landed a particularly vicious one low, where her thighs met her cheeks, and she yelped, the pain shooting straight to her very core, making her even wetter.
After a dozen or so, he set the paddle aside, her ass glowing hot and tender, marked with his handiwork. But he wasn't done. He grabbed the flogger next, the knotted tails whispering through the air as he tested it. "Turn over," he commanded, tugging the leash to flip her onto her back. "Spread those legs. Tits out, I want to see them bounce."
Kylie complied instantly, legs parting wide, hands clasping the headboard slats above her head. Her tits heaved with her breaths, nipples peaked and sensitive. She stared up at him, eyes pleading. "Flog them, sir. Make my tits hurt for you. I love being your pain toy."
The first lash fell across her chest, the knots biting into her skin like tiny teeth, stinging her nipples and the soft swells around them. It wasn't as blunt as the paddle, sharper, more pinpointed, and she arched into it, a cry escaping her lips. "More," she begged. "Please, sir, abuse them."
He swung again, alternating sides, the flogger leaving red welts that bloomed like artwork on her skin. Each strike sent jolts of pain-pleasure radiating out, her pussy clenching emptily, desperate for filling. Kylie writhed under the assault, loving the way her body responded, the endorphins flooding her system turning agony into ecstasy. "Yes, fuck, yes," she chanted. "I'm your fuck toy, sir. Hurt me, use me, it's all I'm good for."
After reddening Kylie's tits thoroughly, he dropped the flogger and shed his clothes, the fabric hitting the floor without ceremony. He climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, and gave the leash a sharp yank that dragged Kylie up from her sprawled position onto her knees. Her collared throat bobbed with the pull, her lips parted with anticipation.
No preamble, no warning. He grabbed the base of his cock, thick, already leaking at the tip, and shoved it straight past her lips, driving in with one hard thrust. Kylie’s throat opened on reflex now, trained by months of this exact treatment, but the sudden fullness still triggered that gorgeous, wet gag. Her eyes watered instantly, lashes clumping as tears welled up. Daniel didn’t pause, he gripped the sides of her head with both hands, fingers digging into her scalp, and started fucking her face hard and fast, hips snapping forward like he was trying to punch through the back of her skull.
The pace was merciless, long, deep thrusts that buried him to the root, her nose pressed against his pubic bone, then quick, shallow pumps that kept her choking on the head while her tongue flattened helplessly against the underside. Saliva poured out in thick strands, coating his shaft, dripping down her chin, splattering onto her reddened tits. Every time he bottomed out, her throat convulsed around him, milking involuntarily, and he groaned low in his chest at the sensation.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he said. “Take it like the throat slut you are. You love gagging on my cock, don’t you?”
Kylie couldn’t answer, not with words anyways. Only muffled, gurgling moans vibrated around the length of his shaft, her hands clutching at his thighs for balance as he used her head like a fleshlight. Her makeup was already ruined just how he liked it, black streaks running from the corners of her eyes, lips swollen and glossy with spit. She looked exactly the way he liked.
After a particularly deep thrust that made her gag so hard her whole body jerked, Daniel pulled out abruptly. His cock sprang free, slick and shining, strings of saliva connecting it to her open mouth. Before she could even catch a full breath, he swung his hips and slapped the wet length across her cheek, hard enough to leave a glistening streak and make a sharp smack. Kylie’s head snapped to the side, a fresh tear spilling free, but she immediately turned back toward him, mouth open again, tongue out like she was begging for more.
“Good slut,” he muttered, and slapped her again, cock cracking against the opposite cheek this time, then dragging the slick head over her lips, smearing spit and precum across them like gloss. “You don’t even flinch anymore. Just open wider.”
He fed himself back in, fucking her mouth with renewed violence, hips pistoning so fast the wet, obscene sounds filled the room, gluck-gluck-gluck, the rhythmic choke and slurp of her throat taking him over and over. Every few thrusts he’d yank out again, just to cock-slap her across the face, under her chin, even tapping the swollen head against her tongue when she stuck it out obediently. Each impact made her whimper, made her pussy clench, but she never pulled away. If anything, she leaned into it, chasing the sting, the humiliation, the proof that he could do whatever he wanted.
Between slaps he started open-hand slapping her face too, sharp, deliberate cracks that bloomed pink across her cheekbones. Not full-force, but enough to sting, enough to make her gasp every time his palm connected. Left cheek, right cheek, then a lighter one across her lips just to watch them part wider. “Look at me,” he growled after one particularly hard slap that snapped her head back. When her teary eyes found his again, he smiled, dark, satisfied. “That’s better. Keep those eyes on me while I use your throat. I want to see how much you love being my hole.”
He shoved back in, deeper this time, holding himself buried until her lungs burned and her nails dug crescent moons into his thighs. Her throat spasmed wildly around him, trying to expel the intrusion even as she fought to take it. When he finally pulled out, a thick rope of spit hung from her lower lip to his cockhead, he broke it with another casual cock-slap across her mouth, the wet sound echoing.
Kylie was panting, chest heaving, tits rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her voice came out hoarse, wrecked, “Thank you, sir... please don’t stop. Slap me again. Fuck my face harder. I need it.”
Daniel’s grin widened. He wrapped the leash twice around his fist, shortening it until her neck was craned up at the perfect angle, then drove back into her mouth with punishing force. Face-fucking resumed at full speed—fast, brutal, relentless—his balls slapping her chin with every thrust. He alternated now: deep throat-fucks that made her gag and drool rivers, sudden pull-outs for a barrage of cock-slaps and open-hand slaps, then plunging back in before she could fully recover.
Her world narrowed to the ache in her jaw, the ache in her throat, the rhythmic sting blooming across her cheeks, the taste of him flooding her mouth. Tears streamed freely, mascara tracks painting her face, but her eyes never left his. They stayed locked, wide, pleading, adoring, even as he slapped her again, and again, and again, each impact a reminder that this was her place, on her knees, collared, used.
“You’re dripping all over my sheets,” he observed between thrusts, voice thick with lust. “Such a filthy pain slut. Getting off just from having your face slapped and your throat fucked. Pathetic.”
Kylie could only hum agreement around his cock, the vibration making him groan. She was close already, just from this, from the degradation, the pain, the total surrender. Her thighs trembled, pussy throbbing untouched, clit swollen and desperate. Every slap, every deep thrust, pushed her nearer to the edge.
He slapped her face one last time, hard, ringing, then shoved himself to the hilt and held there, letting her choke and flutter around him while he savored the sight, his perfect, collared fuck toy, face red and ruined, throat stuffed, body trembling, waiting for whatever came next.
"Lube your ass, slut. You've been texting me all week about how bad you need it stretched."
Kylie’s breath hitched at the command, her body already thrumming with anticipation. She reached for the lube bottle on the nightstand, black matte glass, cool against her hand, and flicked the cap open with her thumb. A generous squeeze coated her fingers in thick, slippery gel, she warmed it between them for a second out of habit, though she knew Daniel liked it when she didn’t take too long, when the chill of it made her gasp on entry.
She shifted her weight, still on her knees straddling his thighs, the leash dangling between her breasts like a lead weight. Her ass hovered just above his cock now, the swollen head already nudging against her cleft, smearing precum and leftover spit from her throat. She reached back with her slick hand, parting her cheeks with one set of fingers while the other guided two lubed digits straight to her hole.
The first press was always a small shock, tight ring of muscle resisting for a heartbeat before yielding with that delicious, reluctant stretch. She moaned low and throaty as the two fingers sank in to the second knuckle, the cool lube contrasting sharply with her heated skin. “Fuck...” she breathed, eyes fluttering half-shut. She twisted them slowly, scissoring gently to open herself, feeling the familiar burn bloom outward, sharp at first, then melting into that deep, addictive ache she’d become addicted to.
Daniel watched every movement, one hand resting possessively on her hip, thumb tracing circles over the fading red marks from the paddle. His cock twitched against her inner thigh, thick and impatient, but he made no move to rush her. He liked this part, liked seeing her prepare herself for him, degrade herself willingly, turn her own body into an offering.
Kylie added pressure, pushing deeper until her knuckles bumped her rim, then slowly withdrew only to plunge back in, setting a steady pace. Her hips rocked forward and back in tiny, involuntary motions, grinding her dripping pussy against the base of his shaft without quite letting him slip inside her cunt. She was saving that for later, if he allowed it, right now her focus was singular, opening her ass for his cock, making herself ready to take him without mercy.
“More,” she whispered, almost to herself, then slid a third finger in alongside the first two. The feeling intensified immediately, three digits forcing her wider, the sensation sharpening into a bright, stinging edge that made her gasp and moan and clench reflexively around them. Her free hand flew to the headboard for balance as her hips stuttered, rocking harder now, fucking herself on her own fingers with shameless urgency.
“Look at you,” Daniel said. “Finger-fucking your own ass like a desperate whore. You really have turned into my perfect anal slut, haven’t you? Texting me every night begging for this exact thing, my cock stretching you until you can’t sit right for days.”
“Yes, sir,” she panted, voice cracking on the words. “I dream about it, waking up sore, feeling you still inside me even when you’re not. The way it hurts just right, the way I feel so fucking full... I need it. Please.”
Her fingers pumped faster, the wet squelch of lube obscene in the quiet room. She curled them slightly, pressing against the front wall, chasing that spot that made sparks shoot up her spine. Her clit throbbed untouched, every rock of her hips dragged her slick folds along the underside of his cock, coating him further, but she didn’t dare grind down for relief. Not without permission.
Daniel’s grip on her hip tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “That’s enough prep. You’re ready, or you’re going to be, whether it hurts or not.” He lifted her slightly, aligning the blunt head of his cock with her slick, loosened rim. “Hands behind your back. Hold your cheeks open for me.”
Kylie obeyed instantly, withdrawing her fingers with a soft, wet pop that made her whimper at the sudden emptiness. She reached back, gripping her own ass cheeks and spreading them wide, exposing her hole completely, glistening with lube, already twitching in anticipation. The position forced her chest forward, reddened tits swaying, nipples still stinging from the flogger.
Daniel guided her down slowly at first, just the head breaching her, thick enough to make her breath catch. The pressure was immediate and intense, that familiar ring of muscle yielding grudgingly around his girth. She moaned long and low, head tipping back, collar pulling tight against her throat as the leash went taut in his fist.
“Sit on it,” he ordered again, voice stripped to command. “Take every fucking inch like the greedy fuck hole you are.”
Kylie sank down in one controlled motion, slow enough to feel every ridge as he split her open, but without pausing. The burn flared hot and bright as the widest part of him forced its way past her rim, stretching her to the point of trembling. Halfway down she faltered, a sharp inhale hissing through her teeth, body instinctively trying to rise off the intrusion.
Daniel’s free hand clamped onto her other hip, locking her in place. “No. All the way. You begged for this, now take it.”
Kylie whimpered, not from pain alone, but from the overwhelming fullness, the way he filled her so completely it felt like he was reshaping her from the inside. With a shaky exhale she pushed down the rest of the way, ass meeting his thighs with a soft slap, his cock buried to the root. The sensation was blinding, deep pressure against every nerve, the slight sting of being stretched beyond comfort, the delicious ache of being claimed so thoroughly.
“Oh God, fuck, sir...” Kylie's voice broke into a raw moan. “So deep... so fucking full... I can feel you in my stomach.”
Daniel groaned, feeling Kylie clench and flutter around him. He gave the leash a sharp tug, forcing her to arch her back further, tits thrusting out as Kylie's head tipped toward the ceiling. “That’s it. Feel how your ass grips me? Like it was made for my cock. Now ride it. Show me how bad you needed this.”
Kylie braced her hands on his chest for leverage, nails digging into skin, and began to move. Slow rolls at first, lifting until just the head remained inside, then sinking back down with a wet, sucking sound. Each downward stroke dragged a fresh moan from her throat, the friction exquisite, the burn fading into pure, throbbing pleasure. She picked up speed, hips snapping harder, ass slapping against his thighs with rhythmic smacks.
Daniel let her set the pace for a moment, watching her tits bounce, watching the way her face contorted in blissed-out agony, then wrapped both hands around her throat, thumbs pressing lightly against her. Not choking Kylie yet, just holding it there, reminding her who controlled the rhythm.
“Faster,” he growled. “Fuck yourself on my cock like the anal-obsessed slut.”
Kylie obeyed, riding him with abandon now, hips pistoning, ass taking him deeper with every plunge, the leash swaying between them like a pendulum. Her moans turned into broken cries, body slick with sweat, welts on her tits and ass glowing brighter with every movement. The stretch, the fullness, the slight edge of pain, it all fused into something overwhelming, something she never wanted to end.
She was his, completely, shamelessly, and every brutal downward thrust proved it.
"Oh God, yes, fuck my ass hard, sir!"
Daniel wrapped one hand around her throat, fingers firmly around the slender column of her neck, just above the collar. He squeezed, not enough to cut off her air entirely, but enough to make the world narrow to a sparkling tunnel, her pulse hammering against his palm. The pressure sent a dizzy rush through her skull, every sensation sharpening, the thick, relentless stretch of his cock buried in her ass, the lingering sting of paddle marks and flogger welts blooming across her tits and cheeks, the metallic tang of adrenaline on her tongue.
His other hand fisted the leash, shortening it until the chain pulled taut against the silver ring at her throat. With every upward snap of his hips he yanked her down harder, forcing her to take him deeper, the sound of her ass swallowing his length filling the room in counterpoint to her choked gasps.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Ride my dick while I choke you. Feel how your ass grips me? Like it never wants to let go. You’re built for this, aren’t you? Built to be my pain slut, my cumdump.”
Kylie’s eyes rolled back for a second, lashes fluttering against the tears that never quite stopped falling. She nodded frantically around the constriction of his hand, the motion jerky, desperate. “Yes, choke me harder, sir,” she rasped, voice thin and wrecked from earlier throat-fucking. “Fuck my ass like you hate me. I’m nothing but a set of holes for you, use them, ruin them, please...”
The combination hit her like a wave cresting, the brutal, unyielding stretch in her ass, every downward plunge dragging fresh fire along her inner walls, the throbbing burn of welts on her tits that jolted with each bounce, the tight pressure on her throat that made every breath feel stolen, luxurious. She bounced faster, thighs trembling, meeting his upward thrusts with punishing force. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the bedroom walls, ass against thighs, balls against her soaked folds, the lewd squelch of lube and her own arousal.
Daniel’s grip on her throat tightened another fraction, thumb pressing just under her jaw, forcing her chin higher so he could watch her face contort, mouth open, eyes glassy and pleading. He fucked up into her harder, faster, using the leash like a rein to slam her down onto his cock until she was whimpering continuously, body shaking on the edge.
Then, abruptly, he released her throat.
Kylie sucked in a huge, ragged breath, coughing once, vision swimming as oxygen flooded back. Before she could fully recover, Daniel’s hands clamped onto her hips, lifting her bodily off his cock.
He flipped her in one smooth motion, shoving her onto her back across the sheets. Her legs fell open instinctively, knees bent, feet planted wide. The mirror on the opposite wall caught the whole picture, her body flushed and marked, tits heaving with red welts crisscrossing them, collar gleaming at her throat, ass gaping slightly from the pounding it had just taken, pussy glistening and swollen.
Daniel knelt between her thighs, cock slick and shining with lube and her own juices. He didn’t tease, didn’t ease in, he lined up and drove straight into her cunt in one hard thrust, bottoming out so hard her back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.
“Fuck sir, yes!” she gasped, hands flying to grip the sheets above her head. “Pound my pussy, sir, use every hole.”
He set a punishing pace immediately, hips thrusting back and forth, with the same violence he’d used on her ass. Each thrust slapped wetly against her clit, the angle dragging the head of his cock over that sensitive spot inside her until her vision whited out at the edges. Her tits bounced with every impact, welts flaring brighter, nipples stiff and aching. She hooked her legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper.
Daniel braced one forearm beside her head, the other hand returning to her throat, this time lighter. He fucked her like he was trying to split her open, balls slapping her ass with every plunge, the bed creaking under the force.
Kylie was lost in it... moaning, babbling, hips rising to meet him. “Harder, please, sir, fuck me raw, fill me up, use me.”
But Daniel had other plans.
After a dozen more punishing thrusts, long enough to make her start trembling on the brink, he pulled out abruptly. Kylie whimpered at the loss, pussy clenching on nothing, dripping onto the sheets. Daniel rose to his knees above her, one hand wrapping around his cock, stroking himself fast and rough. The other hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so her face was tilted up toward him, mouth open instinctively.
“Look at me,” he ordered, voice thick. “Eyes on me while I paint you.”
Kylie stared up at him, wide-eyed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed and bruised from earlier slaps. “Yes, sir, give it to me, cum on my face, on my tits.”
He stroked faster, breath hitching. The first rope erupted hard, thick and hot, splashing across her left cheek and over the bridge of her nose. She flinched only slightly, then opened wider, tongue out. The second stripe landed directly across her closed eyelids, warm and sticky, forcing them shut as it dripped down her lashes. The third hit her open mouth, salty, bitter, coating her tongue before she swallowed greedily. The fourth and fifth arced lower, painting heavy lines across her perfect, surgically enhanced tits, the white cum stark against the red welts and flushed skin, pooling in the valley between them.
Daniel kept stroking, milking every drop until a final thick rope landed on her chin, dripping slowly down her throat to the collar. He smeared the head of his cock across her lips, leaving a glossy trail, then released her hair.
Kylie lay there panting, face and chest glazed, body still trembling from the near-orgasm he’d denied her. She didn’t wipe any of it away—didn’t dare. Instead she dragged a finger through the mess on her tits, brought it to her mouth, and sucked it clean with a low, satisfied moan.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “I love wearing your cum.”
Daniel’s chest heaved, a satisfied smile curving his mouth as he looked down at his handiwork, collared, bruised, covered in his release, completely and utterly owned.
To Be Continued
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Jenner's Surprise #2
With Kendall and Kylie Jenner
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, 69ing, Blowjob, Choking, Inc, Spanking
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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Two days had passed since that fevered night in Daniel's bedroom, two days of Kylie moving through her life with the secret ache of him still lingering in her body. Her ass was tender when she sat, a dull throb that flared every time she shifted in a chair or crossed her legs. The welts on her tits had faded to faint pink lines she could hide under silk blouses, but the collar's ghost remained, faint fingerprints around her throat where he'd gripped, a light bruise blooming on her right cheek from one of those open-hand slaps during the face-fucking. She'd covered them meticulously that morning, high-end concealer, a light dusting of powder, the kind of flawless application that came from years in front of cameras. To the world, she looked pristine. To anyone who knew where to look, the marks told a different story.
She met Kendall at Craig's in West Hollywood, one of those low-key upscale spots the family had been hitting for years, dim lighting, cozy booths, American-Italian comfort food that felt indulgent without screaming for attention. Paparazzi lingered outside, but inside it was quiet enough for real conversation. Kylie arrived first, sliding into their usual corner booth, oversized sunglasses pushed up into her hair, a cream cashmere sweater and high-waisted trousers hiding everything but the subtle stiffness in her posture.
Kendall arrived minutes later, tall, effortless in a simple black tank and wide-leg jeans, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She slid in across from Kylie, ordered her usual sparkling water with lemon, then leaned forward with that big-sister squint she always got when something was off.
"You okay?" Kendall asked after the server dropped off menus. "You look... I don't know. Tired? Or maybe sore?"
Kylie laughed it off at first, reaching for her iced matcha. "Just a long week. Work stuff."
Kendall's eyes narrowed. The booth's soft lighting caught the edge of Kylie's jaw, and there, despite the concealer, a faint shadow of purple peeked through on her right cheek, right where Daniel had slapped her while she knelt, mouth full, tears streaming. Kendall reached across the table without asking, gently tilting Kylie's chin toward the light.
"Kylie. What the hell is that?"
Kylie froze for half a second, then sighed. No point in lying to Kendall, they'd never been good at keeping secrets from each other. She lowered her voice, glancing around the half-empty restaurant, nobody close enough to overhear.
"It's... a bruise," she said simply. "From... someone."
Kendall's brow furrowed deeper. "Someone hit you?"
"Not like that." Kylie pulled her hand away gently, meeting her sister's eyes. "It's consensual. Really consensual. And I like it. A lot."
Kendall sat back, processing. The server came by, they ordered quickly, Kylie the grilled salmon salad, Kendall the truffle pasta, and waited until they were alone again.
"Okay," Kendall said slowly. "Start from the beginning. Who is 'someone'?"
"Daniel Cross." Kylie kept her voice low, steady. "You remember him, old friend from way back. Always kind of under-the-radar. We did a Secret Santa thing at Christmas... except I showed up at his place in that red dress, and I told him I wanted him to use me. Like, really use me. No holding back."
Kendall's eyes widened. "Use you how?"
Kylie took a breath, then let it all spill out, quietly, matter-of-factly.
"He fucked my mouth until I gagged and cried. Slapped my face with his cock, slapped my cheeks with his hand just because he wanted to see me take it. Paddled my ass until it was glowing red, flogged my tits until they stung for days. Collared me, put a leather collar around my neck and leashed me like a pet. Then he fucked my ass so hard I could barely walk the next day. Choked me while I rode him, squeezed my throat until everything sparkled and I came harder than I ever have. He came all over my face, my tits... called me his pain slut, his cumdump, his anal-loving whore. And I begged for every word of it."
Kendall stared, mouth slightly open. For a long moment she didn't speak, just processed, eyes looking over Kylie's face, searching for cracks, for fear, for anything that looked like regret.
"You're serious," she finally said, voice hushed. "This isn't some one-time thing?"
"It's been going on since Christmas. Every time he texts or calls, I drop everything. Meetings, shoots, dinners with friends, I leave. I go to his place, strip at the door, crawl to him on my hands and knees. I wear his collar now like it's jewelry. I crave it, Kendall. The pain, the humiliation, the way he treats me like I'm just a set of holes for him to use. I get wet just thinking about his next order. Last time... two nights ago... he fucked my ass until I was shaking, then switched to my pussy and made me come so hard I shrieked. Then he pulled out and came all over my face again, ropes of it across my eyes, my mouth, dripping down to my tits. I thanked him for it. I meant it."
Kendall exhaled slowly, leaning back against the booth. "Jesus, Ky. That's... intense. Like, really intense." She paused, studying her sister's expression, the faint flush on Kylie's cheeks, the way her eyes lit up recounting the details, the small, private smile that tugged at her lips when she said "anal-loving whore" like it was a title she wore proudly. There was no fear there, no shame.
"You're not just okay with this," Kendall said quietly. "You love it."
Kylie nodded, no hesitation. "I do. It's the only thing that feels real anymore. The rest of my life, cameras, deals, schedules, it's all performance. With him, I don't perform. I just... surrender. I get to be filthy, broken, used, and it's the most alive I've ever felt. I walk around with his bruises under my clothes and it makes me smile. I check them in the mirror and touch them and get turned on all over again."
Kendall was quiet for another beat, processing the layers, shocked at the explicitness, concerned for safety, confusioned at how this fit with the Kylie she'd always known, polished, powerful, untouchable. But beneath it, something else stirred, curiosity, a flicker of intrigue she hadn't expected. She'd dated high-profile guys, dealt with her own share of intense connections, but nothing like this. The way Kylie described it... the total release, the trust, the edge... it sounded terrifying. And, in a quiet corner of her mind, a little thrilling.
"Does it scare you at all?" Kendall asked finally. "How much you like it?"
"Sometimes," Kylie admitted. "In the quiet moments after, when the endorphins fade and I'm sore and sticky and alone in my car driving home... yeah, a little. But then my phone buzzes with his name, and the fear disappears. I just want more."
The food arrived, they picked at it in companionable silence for a minute. Kendall speared a piece of pasta, then looked up.
"You're happy," she said, not really a question.
Kylie smiled, small, real, unguarded. "Happier than I've been in years."
Kendall exhaled a small laugh, half disbelief, half affection. "My little sister, the secret pain slut. Who knew?"
Kylie grinned, the bruise on her cheek catching the light for a second before she tilted her head to hide it again. "Keep it between us?"
"Always." Kendall paused, then leaned in closer, voice dropping even lower. "But... what if I didn't just keep it between us? What if I... wanted to see it? For real?"
Kylie's fork stilled. She searched Kendall's face, half expecting a joke, but finding only genuine curiosity mixed with that same spark of need she'd felt herself the first time Daniel had taken control.
"You're serious?" Kylie asked softly.
Kendall shrugged, a small, almost shy smile tugging at her lips. "I don't know. Hearing you talk about it... it's fucked up, but it's also kind of hot. The way you light up when you describe it. I've never... surrendered like that. Not really. Maybe I want to know what it feels like. Just once. With you there. With him."
Kylie's heartbeat jumped. The idea hit her like a spark, her sister, tall and stunning and always so composed, on her knees beside her. Daniel's calm, commanding presence directing them both. The thought made her thighs clench under the table.
"I'd have to ask him," Kylie said carefully. "But... if you're sure. No pressure. No judgment if you change your mind the second we walk in."
Kendall nodded, decisive now. "I'm sure. Text him. Tell him I'm coming with you. Tonight."
Kylie pulled out her phone under the table, thumbs flying. The message was simple: Heading over soon. Bringing Kendall. She's curious. Wants to watch... maybe join. Your call, sir.
The reply came almost immediately: Bring her. Strip at the threshold. Both of you.
Kylie showed Kendall the screen. Kendall's breath caught, but she didn't back down. Instead she signaled for the check.
"Let's go," Kendall said, voice steady despite the flush creeping up her neck. "Before I change my mind."
They paid, slipped past the lingering paps with practiced ease, sunglasses on, heads down, and climbed into Kylie's car. The drive to Daniel's place was quiet, charged. Kendall stared out the window, fingers twisting in her lap, Kylie kept one hand on the wheel, the other brushing the faint bruise on her throat like a talisman.
When they arrived, Kylie let them in with her key, then turned to Kendall.
"Clothes off here," she whispered. "Everything. Crawl in. Follow my lead."
Kendall hesitated only a second, then peeled off her tank, jeans, bra, panties. Her body was lean and model-perfect, she folded her clothes neatly beside Kylie's pile. Naked, collared in spirit if not yet in leather, she dropped to her hands and knees beside her sister.
They crawled up the stairs together, asses high, tits swaying, the hardwood cool against palms and knees. The bedroom door stood open. Daniel waited on the edge of the bed, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, that same predatory calm in his eyes as he took them in, two stunning sisters, bare and crawling, one already marked as his, the other wide-eyed but willing.
"Welcome, Kendall," he said. Daniel stood, circling them slowly, appraising. "Kylie says you're curious. That true?"
Kendall looked up, chin lifted despite the flush on her cheeks. "Yes. I want to know what she feels. What it's like to... give up control."
Daniel's lip quirked. He reached down, fingers tracing the faint bruise on Kylie's cheek, then tilting Kendall's chin higher. "Then you'll learn. Both of you. On the bed. Asses up, faces down. Side by side."
They obeyed, Kylie first, familiar and eager, Kendall slower, but steady. Daniel fastened the collar around Kendall's neck, black leather, silver ring, identical to Kylie's, and clipped a second leash beside the first. He tugged them both back gently, making them arch.
"We'll begin with your mouth, Kylie. Show your sister how it's done."
Kylie lifted her head eagerly, shifting to her knees without needing further instruction. She'd done this so many times now, it was ritual, comfort, craving all rolled into one. She opened her mouth wide, tongue flat and waiting, eyes locking onto Daniel's with that mix of adoration and hunger. He didn't ease in, he never did. One hand fisted in her hair, the other guiding his cock straight past her lips, plunging deep in a single, forceful thrust that hit the back of her throat and made her gag instantly.
The sound was immediate and filthy, a wet, choked gluck as her throat stretched around him. She took it without flinching, jaw relaxing further, humming low in her chest as he set a punishing pace. His hips snapped forward, fucking her face hard and fast, long, deep strokes that buried him to the root, her nose pressed tight against his pubic bone, then quick, shallow pumps that kept her lips stretched thin and glossy. Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth in thick strands, dripping down her chin, coating her neck, pooling on the sheets below. Each thrust scraped her lips, the salty taste of him flooding her senses, but she leaned into every motion, throat working around him like she was made for it.
“That’s my girl,” Daniel groaned, fingers tightening in her hair to hold her steady. “Take every fucking inch. Show Kendall what a perfect throat slut looks like.”
Kendall watched, transfixed, still kneeling beside them. The raw sounds, wet slaps of flesh, Kylie’s muffled moans vibrating around Daniel’s cock, the slick glide of spit, sent a fresh rush of heat between her legs. She’d heard the stories, but seeing it up close, her sister’s perfect features stretched wide, drool running freely, yet Kylie’s eyes half-lidded in pure bliss, was something else entirely. Intimidating. Intoxicating.
After several minutes of relentless face-fucking, long enough for Kylie’s jaw to hurt and her chin to glisten, Daniel pulled out with a wet pop. A thick rope of saliva stretched from his cockhead to her lips, he broke it deliberately, smearing the glistening tip across her face before turning to Kendall.
“Your turn,” he said, voice calm but edged with command. “Open wide. Kylie, lick my balls. Teach how it's done.”
Kendall’s pulse thundered in her ears, but she obeyed, lips parting as Daniel’s hand found her hair, firmer now, testing. He guided the head of his cock to her mouth and pressed forward slowly at first, letting her adjust to the thickness. She took him in carefully, tongue tentative, swirling around the tip as her jaw stretched to accommodate him. But Daniel didn’t let her linger in gentleness, once half his length was inside, he thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat and triggering an immediate, harsh gag.
Kendall's eyes watered instantly, tears welling up and spilling over her lashes in hot streaks. She jerked slightly, body tensing, but Daniel held her steady, guiding her head down further with controlled pressure.
“Relax your throat,” Kylie coached, voice still rough from her own turn. She shifted lower, nuzzling between Daniel’s thighs, tongue darting out to lap at his balls, soft, deliberate strokes of her tongue that made him groan low in his chest. She sucked one gently into her mouth, then the other, timing her licks to match Daniel’s pace as he began to move Kendall’s head.
The pace built fast, Daniel’s hips rocking forward, pulling Kendall deeper onto his cock while Kylie’s tongue worked below, long, flat licks, gentle suction, humming vibrations that traveled up his shaft. Kendall gagged harder with every deeper thrust, tears streaming freely now, mascara beginning to run in dark rivulets down her cheeks. Her throat convulsed around him, tight and fluttering, but she didn’t pull away, instead she started to move with him, bobbing her head as he guided, learning the cadence through instinct and Kylie’s whispered instructions between licks.
“Breathe through your nose... swallow around him... yes, just like that. Let him fuck your face, it feels incredible once you give in.”
Daniel’s grip tightened in Kendall’s hair, pushing her down until her lips met his base, holding her there as her throat spasmed wildly around him. Tears poured down her face, mixing with the thick saliva dripping from her chin onto Kylie’s upturned face below. Kylie didn’t flinch, she lapped it up along with his balls, moaning softly at the taste of her sister’s submission mingling with him.
“Look at you two,” Daniel said, voice thick with satisfaction. “Sisters sharing my cock like obedient whores. Kendall, deeper. Gag on it the way Kylie does. Fuck, your throat’s so tight.”
Kendall’s initial panic softened under the onslaught, the ache in her jaw, the dizzy rush of being used, the way Kylie’s tongue kept time below, making Daniel’s cock twitch and leak precum onto her tongue. She started to chase it, hollowing her cheeks, swallowing around him on every downstroke despite the tears still streaming.
After what felt like forever of rough, alternating thrusts, Kendall’s face a wrecked mess of spit and mascara, Kylie’s chin slick from licking, Daniel pulled out abruptly. He stroked himself once, twice, watching them both pant and glisten.
“Enough warm-up,” he said. “Now show me how sisters really play. Sixty-nine, Kylie on top. Eat each other out. Make it messy.”
They moved instantly, bodies slotting together with practiced ease. Kendall lay back on the sheets, long legs spreading wide, Kylie straddled her face, lowering her pussy onto Kendall’s waiting mouth while bending forward to bury her own face between her sister’s thighs.
The first contact was electric, Kylie’s tongue tracing Kendall’s slick folds in one long, slow drag, tasting the arousal that had pooled there from watching and being used. Kendall gasped against Kylie, the sound muffled, then mirrored her, lips parting Kylie’s pussy, tongue plunging in deep, exploring the familiar heat with growing confidence.
They found a rhythm almost immediately, instinctive, intimate, filthy. Kylie ground down gently at first, smearing her wetness across Kendall’s lips and chin, moaning low as Kendall’s tongue circled her clit, then sucked it lightly before diving back inside. Kylie reciprocated, fingers spreading Kendall open wider, tongue fucking in and out with wet, lewd slurps, alternating with broad licks that dragged from clit to entrance and back again.
“Fuck, Ken, right there,” Kylie breathed, hips rocking faster. Kendall’s hands gripped Kylie’s thighs, pulling her down harder, tongue working in eager circles while her own hips bucked up into Kylie’s mouth. The sounds were obscene, slick smacks of tongues on swollen flesh, muffled moans vibrating against sensitive skin, the occasional wet gasp when one hit the perfect spot.
Kendall’s inexperience showed in the beginning, tentative flicks, hesitant pressure, but Kylie guided her through breathy whispers, “Harder... use your fingers... curl them inside me, yes, fuck, just like that.”
Kendall slid two fingers into Kylie’s dripping pussy, pumping in time with her tongue on the clit. Kylie keened, the dual sensation sending sparks up her spine, she returned the favor, thrusting three fingers deep into Kendall, stretching her, curling against that sensitive front wall while sucking her clit hard enough to make Kendall’s hips jerk off the bed.
Daniel stood at the side of the bed, stroking his cock slowly, leashes gathered loosely in his other hand like reins. “That’s it, eat those cunts like you mean it. Sluts sharing everything now. Make each other come, loud.”
The command ignited them. Movements turned frantic, hips grinding, tongues lashing, fingers plunging deeper and faster. Kendall came first, sudden, thrumbling, her body locking up as Kylie’s relentless assault pushed her over. She cried out against Kylie’s pussy, the sound ripping through her sister, her inner walls clenched hard around Kylie’s fingers, juices flooding Kylie’s mouth as her thighs trembled violently.
Kylie followed seconds later, grinding down hard onto Kendall’s face as the orgasm tore through her, waves of wetness crashing, pussy spasming around Kendall’s tongue and fingers. She moaned into Kendall’s snatch, the sound muffled, body shaking as she rode the peak to its end.
They collapsed in a sweaty, slick tangle, faces buried between each other’s thighs, breathing ragged, tasting the aftermath on swollen lips and chins. Daniel tugged the leashes lightly, easing them apart just enough to admire the view, pussies glistening and flushed, faces smeared with each other’s release, collars gleaming under the low light.
“Good start,” he murmured, voice filled with promise. “Now... let’s see how you handle sharing my cock for real.”
Daniel stepped back, letting the sisters recover for a heartbeat in the tangled aftermath of their sixty-nine. Sweat gleamed on their skin, faces flushed and slick with each other’s release, collars rising and falling with labored breaths. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the mingled scents of arousal, leather, and the faint metallic edge of exertion
He moved to the nightstand without a word, opening the drawer with the same deliberate calmness he always had. The soft rustle of fabric drew both women’s attention. He withdrew two lengths of black silk ties, smooth, deceptively soft, strong enough to hold without mercy. Kylie recognized them instantly, she’d worn them before. Kendall’s eyes tracked the motion, curiosity sharpening into something hotter, more vulnerable.
“Hands behind your backs,” Daniel ordered.
They obeyed in unison. Kylie crossed her wrists first, palms outward in practiced offering. Kendall mirrored her a second later, arms folding behind her spine. Daniel knelt between them, looping the silk around Kylie’s wrists, tight, unyielding, the knot cinched with a firm tug that made her exhale sharply through her nose. He repeated the process on Kendall, taking an extra moment to test the tension, watching her shoulders tense then slowly relax as she realized how little give there was.
Bound like this, face-down, asses high, wrists secured, the posture became its own restraint. Chests pressed to the mattress, shoulders rolled forward, spines arched sharply. Every small shift pulled at the silk, a constant reminder of helplessness that turned every nerve ending electric. The subtle bondage amplified the vulnerability, cool air kissing exposed skin, lingering sting from earlier marks flaring brighter, slick heat between their thighs impossible to ignore.
Daniel positioned himself behind them, one knee braced on the mattress between their spread legs. He ran a single hand down Kylie’s spine, slow, possessive, then mirrored the stroke on Kendall. Both women shivered, the touch alone enough to make their hips twitch.
“Stay exactly like this,” he said. “Don’t move unless I move you.”
He started with Kendall.
Gripping her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above the curve of her ass, he lined himself up with her dripping entrance. She was soaked, still swollen and sensitive from Kylie’s tongue, and when he pushed in, the first few inches met almost no resistance. He sank deep in one smooth thrust, bottoming out until his balls pressed flush against her. Kendall gasped sharply, the sound muffled into the sheets, her bound hands flexing uselessly.
“Fuck...” she breathed, voice cracking.
Daniel didn’t give her time to adjust. He set a deep, steady pace, long, deliberate thrusts that dragged almost all the way out before slamming back in, each one forcing a fresh whimper from her throat. Her pussy gripped him like a fist, hot, slick, impossibly tight, clenching with every plunge, fluttering harder when he ground against her cervix.
After a dozen more thrusts, long enough for Kendall’s breathing to fracture, for her thighs to start trembling, he pulled out abruptly. His cock emerged glistening, coated in her arousal, thick strands clinging to the shaft. Without pause he shifted to Kylie.
Kylie’s ass was already tender, slightly loosened from earlier use, still hungry. He pressed the slick head against her rim, lubed now with Kendall’s wetness, and pushed in slowly at first, letting her feel every ridge as he stretched her open again. When he was buried to the hilt, balls-deep in her back door, Kylie let out a long, throaty moan, hips rocking back despite the bindings.
The contrast slammed into him like a drug.
Kendall’s cunt had been a greedy vice, clenching and rippling like it wanted to milk him dry. Kylie’s ass was different, looser at the entrance but gripping tighter deeper inside, hot and smooth and yielding just enough to take him deep before squeezing on the withdrawal. The shift from one sister’s slick, fluttering pussy to the other’s welcoming, stretched hole dragged a groan from him.
He began alternating in earnest.
A few deep, punishing thrusts into Kendall, hard enough to make her gasp and arch, then pull out, cock dripping, and plunge straight into Kylie’s ass. Back and forth, switching every few strokes, never letting either settle into the rhythm. Each transition left the one he’d just abandoned clenching for more, whimpering at the sudden emptiness, while the one he entered moaned at the fresh invasion.
He added his hands.
While buried in Kendall, he reached over and slid two fingers into Kylie’s dripping pussy, curling them hard against her vaginal wall, thumb grinding rough circles over her clit. When he switched to Kylie’s ass, he mirrored the motion on Kendall, fingers plunging deep, palm slapping wetly against her clit until her hips jerked helplessly against the mattress.
The room filled with their sounds, slaps of flesh, muffled gasps and moans swallowed by the sheets, the faint creak of the bedframe under his force. Their bound wrists flexed uselessly, silk biting into skin, turning every sensation sharper, more urgent.
Daniel leaned forward, one hand wrapping around Kendall’s throat from behind, fingers pressing just enough to make her gasp, to make her neck hammer under his palm, while his other hand cracked down hard on Kylie’s ass. The sharp smack echoed, Kylie yelped, then moaned, pushing back greedily for more. He switched, choking Kylie now, squeezing until her breath hitched raggedly, while his free hand landed a rapid series of stinging spanks on Kendall’s cheeks, turning skin bright pink, then red.
“Two filthy little whores,” he growled. “Bound and presented like the cum-hungry sluts you are. Look at you, sisters dripping for the same cock, clenching like you’ll die if I stop.”
Kendall, still newer, still overwhelmed, watched sideways through tear-streaked eyes whenever she could. She saw Daniel grab a fistful of Kylie’s hair, yanking her head back sharply so her neck arched, collar pulling tight. He leaned close and spat directly onto her upturned face, the saliva landing on her cheek and sliding toward her open mouth. Kylie moaned at the degradation, tongue darting out to taste it, eyes filled with bliss.
Daniel’s hand moved to Kendall next. He fisted her ponytail, yanking her head back with the same controlled force, exposing her throat, making her gasp, but he didn’t spit. Instead he held her there, forcing her to meet his eyes while he drove into Kylie’s ass again, fingers pumping deep into Kendall’s pussy.
“Watch me use your sister,” he groaned. “Watch how she takes it, how she begs for the filth. You’re next, princess. You’re going to learn to crave it just like she does.”
Kendall’s tears spilled faster, part shock, part overwhelming arousal, as she watched him degrade Kylie so casually, so completely. Yet she pushed back against his fingers, hips rocking despite the bindings, pussy clenching harder around the intrusion.
Daniel’s movement grew more savage, switching faster now, thrusting deep into one while fingering the other, choking one while spanking the next, verbal barbs cutting through the haze.
“Pathetic,” he snarled. “Two rich, spoiled cunts reduced to this, asses up, wrists tied, begging for cock like street whores. You think the world sees you as queens? Right now you’re just a pair of holes. My holes. Dripping, clenching, desperate little cumdumps.”
He yanked Kylie’s hair again, spat once more on her face, watching it drip down her chin, then switched to Kendall’s throat, squeezing until her eyes fluttered.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me what you are.”
Kylie answered first, voice wrecked but fervent. “Your pain slut... your anal whore... your cum-hungry fucktoy, sir.”
Kendall followed, voice trembling but honest. “Your slut... your hole... I’m yours to use, sir.”
Daniel groaned at their words, hips snapping harder, switching between them with brutal efficiency. The silk still holding firm, their bodies rocked forward with every thrust, tits dragging against the sheets, asses high and marked, pussies and holes clenching desperately around whatever he gave them.
The pressure finally snapped.
He pulled out of Kylie’s ass with a pop, cock throbbing, veins standing out, slick with both sisters’ arousal. He rose to his knees above them, one hand stroking himself fast and rough, the other alternating between their hair, fisting Kylie’s first, then Kendall’s, keeping their faces turned toward him despite the bindings.
“Open your mouths,” he ordered. “Tongues out. Take what I give you.”
They obeyed instantly, lips parting, tongues extended, eyes locked on him. Daniel stroked twice more, breath hitching, then came hard.
The first thick rope erupted across Kendall’s face, splashing over her cheek, her open mouth, dripping onto her tongue. The second hit Kylie square on the lips and chin, a heavy line that slid toward her throat. He angled again, third rope landing across both their faces in a diagonal streak, the fourth and fifth shot out over their tits, painting the soft swells and stiff nipples with hot, sticky white spunk. Final spurts dribbled onto their collars, marking the leather.
They stayed in position, cum-streaked and panting, until Daniel released their hair.
“Kiss,” he commanded. “Swap it. Show me how much you want it.”
Kylie moved first, twisting as much as the silk allowed, rolling half onto her side so she could reach her sister. Kendall met her halfway, bound wrists straining behind them as their mouths pressed together.
The kiss was immediate, ferocious, extremely passionate.
Lips met in a hungry, open-mouthed seal, tongues sliding against each other instantly, chasing the taste of Daniel’s cum. Kylie licked into Kendall’s mouth first, collecting the thick rope that had landed on her tongue, then pushed it back with her own, sharing it in slow, deliberate passes. Kendall moaned into the kiss, sucking Kylie’s tongue deeper, tasting the salt and bitterness mingled with her sister’s familiar sweetness. Their mouths worked in a messy, desperate rhythm, lips sliding, tongues tangling, cum smearing between them in glossy strands that stretched and broke with every pull apart.
Kylie tilted her head, deepening the angle, sucking gently on Kendall’s lower lip to draw out more of the load before feeding it back. Kendall responded by nipping Kylie’s upper lip, then plunging her tongue in again, swirling it around Kylie’s, pushing the shared cum from one mouth to the other in hot, slippery waves. Their breaths mingled in sharp, needy pants between kisses, soft whimpers escaped whenever one swallowed a little, only for the other to chase it with renewed hunger.
The kiss went on, slow turns into frantic, tongues fucking each other’s mouths, cum gradually thinning and mixing with saliva until it coated both their chins and dripped onto the sheets below. They pressed as close as the bindings allowed, foreheads touching, noses brushing, lost in the filthy intimacy of swapping their shared claim.
When they finally parted, lips swollen, faces glistening, strings of cum and spit connecting them, both were breathing hard, eyes locked in a dazed, sated haze.
Daniel watched, chest still heaving, a dark, satisfied smile curving his mouth.
“Good girls,” he murmured. “Very good girls.”
To Be Continued
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Jenner's Surprise #3
With Kendall Jenner
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Bondage, Choking, Electric Play, Spanking, Spitting, Rough Sex, Verbal Humiliation, Watersports
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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Kendall had been restless all week.
Every night since the threesome she kept waking up soaked, fingers already between her legs, replaying the way Daniel had used both of them. But the memory that burned hottest wasn’t the shared sixty-nine or even swapping his cum with her sister. It was the way he’d looked at her, like she was just another hole to break. The way he’d alternated between her tight pussy and Kylie’s trained ass, the casual choking, the spitting, the complete lack of mercy.
Kendall wanted that again. Kendall wanted it harder. Kendall wanted it alone.
No Kylie to dilute the intensity. No sister to share the spotlight. Just Kendall Jenner, reduced to a collared, drooling play thing for one man who didn’t give a shit about her last name or her millions. The thought made her thighs squeeze together every time it crossed her mind. She had touched herself to it constantly, imagining the new toys he might use, imagining him making her lose control completely.
So when Daniel’s text came at 9:17 p.m., she didn’t hesitate.
Tonight. 10:30. Come alone. Kylie stays home. Strip at the door. Crawl. Bring that eager little slut attitude.
Kendall’s reply was instant: Yes, sir. I’ll be there. I need it tonight.
Kendall showered quickly, shaved her pussy until it was perfectly smooth, and chose nothing but a tiny black thong and an oversized hoodie that barely covered her ass. The whole drive over her heart raced with nervous excitement. This was what she wanted, to be used, broken, humiliated without an audience or a safety net. Just her, Daniel, and whatever cruel ideas he had planned.
She let herself in with the key, stripped at the threshold exactly as ordered, and dropped to her hands and knees. The cool hardwood kissed her palms and knees as she crawled up the stairs, ass high, back arched, already feeling her pussy grow slick with anticipation. By the time she reached the bedroom door she was breathing faster, nipples hard, a thin string of arousal already threatening to drip down her thigh.
Daniel was waiting. Shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, that calm predatory stare fixed on her. But the room had changed. In the center stood a tall black metal restraint frame, vertical pole, adjustable cuffs, wide base platform. Beside it on a small table sat the matte-black zapper, glowing red charge indicator, two metal prongs, and the words “Kink” in bold red. The safety-discharge button was clearly visible. It looked mean. It looked perfect.
“Eyes on me, Kendall,” Daniel ordered.
Kendall lifted her gaze, lips slightly parted. “I came alone, sir. Just like you said. I... I wanted it to be only me this time.”
He smirked, walking over slowly. “Good. Because tonight I’m not sharing you with anyone. Not even your sister. You’re going to get everything you’ve been fantasizing about.”
Daniel buckled the thick leather collar around her throat, tighter than before, the silver ring cold against her skin. The leash clicked into place and he gave it a sharp tug, forcing her neck to arch beautifully.
“Up,” he commanded.
Kendall rose on shaky legs. Daniel wasted no time. He spun her toward the frame, cuffed her wrists high and wide to the horizontal bar, then spread her long legs and locked her ankles into the lower cuffs. The position stretched her into a perfect, helpless X, tits thrust forward, pussy completely exposed and glistening, ass pushed out. The large mirror across the room showed her exactly how slutty and vulnerable she looked, tall, famous, collared, and dripping.
Daniel stepped behind her and cracked his hand across her ass, hard. The loud smack echoed. Another slap, then a third, each one harder, turning her firm cheeks bright red. Kendall gasped and moaned, pushing back for more.
“You’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?” he asked, voice low.
“Yes, sir,” she admitted breathlessly. “I couldn’t stop touching myself. I kept imagining you hurting me... using me alone. Making me lose control.”
Daniel chuckled darkly and reached for the zapper. The charge indicator glowed bright red as he pressed the button. A loud, menacing crackle snapped between the prongs.
“Four kilovolts on high,” he said, letting her hear the threat. “And the safety discharge means I can keep zapping that pretty cunt as long as I want. You’re going to squirt, scream, and piss yourself for me tonight, Kendall. And you’re going to thank me for every shock.”
Before she could respond he touched the prongs to the side of her left breast. The sharp electric sting made her tit jump and her nipple hardened instantly. Kendall cried out, body jerking hard against the cuffs.
“Fuck...!”
He dragged the prongs lower, teasing across her stomach, then tapped them lightly against her inner thigh, letting her feel the danger. Then he pressed the button and zapped her swollen pussy lips.
The jolt was brutal. Kendall screamed, hips bucking violently as white-hot pain-pleasure exploded through her clit. A fresh gush of wetness squirted out of her.
Daniel laughed. “One zap and you’re already leaking like a filthy rich slut.” He charged it again and pressed the prongs directly against her clit.
The second shock was stronger. Kendall’s vision flashed white. Her whole body convulsed, a raw, broken moan tearing from her throat as her pussy clenched and spasmed. She could feel another orgasm building dangerously fast.
He didn’t let up. He zapped her again, clit, then lips, then right at her entrance, each crackling jolt making her jerk and drool. Her long legs shook violently in the restraints, piss and arousal already mixing.
“Sir... please...I’m gonna...”
Daniel shoved two thick fingers deep into her cunt, curling them hard against her G-spot while he pressed the zapper to her most sensitive area on the highest setting and held it there.
The combination destroyed her.
Kendall came with a guttural scream, pussy gushing around his fingers. But the intense shock pushed her over the edge in the worst way, her bladder surrendered completely. A hot, uncontrollable stream of piss exploded out of her, splashing loudly down her thighs, over his hand, and puddling on the platform beneath her feet. She couldn’t stop it. The humiliation burned through her even as the orgasm kept ripping through her body.
Daniel kept fingering her through it, milking every spasm while she pissed herself like a broken toy. “Look at you,” he growled, voice thick with satisfaction. “Kendall fucking Jenner pissing all over herself because her cunt got zapped. What a disgusting little pain slut you are.”
He pulled his soaked fingers out and smeared the mixture of her cum and piss across her lips and tongue. “Open wide.” She obeyed instantly. He spat directly into her mouth, then forced his wet fingers inside so she could suck them clean, tasting her own shame.
“Good girl,” he murmured. He quickly uncuffed her from the frame, spun her around, and shoved her face-down onto the black leather bench he’d prepared nearby. Thick white ropes were waiting. In moments he had her wrists bound tightly behind her back, then her ankles lashed together and hauled upward with the rope, pulling her feet high toward the ceiling. The position left her ass and freshly-shocked pussy completely exposed and helpless, back arched hard, tits smashed against the leather, face turned to the side.
Kendall was panting, cheeks flushed, collar tight, her own piss still dripping from her thighs and the bench.
Daniel stepped between her bound legs, cock rock-hard and throbbing. He slapped his heavy shaft against her soaked, sensitive pussy, not once, not twice, but three times, making her whimper. Then he lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying every inch balls-deep.
Kendall wailed into the bench, the sudden fullness overwhelming after the shocks.
He fucked her mercilessly, hard amd fast, punishing thrusts that made her bound body jolt forward with every impact. His hips slapped loudly against her reddened ass. One hand cracked down in rapid spanks, turning her cheeks even brighter red while the other wrapped around her throat from behind, choking her hard.
“Take it, you piss-soaked slut,” he snarled, squeezing her neck until her vision blurred. “This is what you wanted. No sister. No mercy. Just my cock ruining you while you’re tied up and dripping.”
He spat on her exposed asshole, then shoved his thumb deep inside it while he kept pounding her cunt. Kendall sobbed with pleasure, another orgasm already racing toward her. Daniel yanked the leash attached to her collar, arching her neck back painfully so he could lean down and spit directly onto her tongue again.
“Swallow it while I fuck you stupid,” he ordered.
Kendall did, choking on his spit and her own broken moans.
Daniel pulled out suddenly, cock glistening with her juices, and slapped it hard against her swollen cunt several times, making her jerk and cry out. Then he drove back in even harder, fucking her through the second orgasm that tore through her. Her pussy clenched and gushed around him as she screamed out in pleasure.
Finally, he yanked out, climbed onto the bench, fisted her hair, and shoved his cock straight down her throat. Kendall gagged violently, throat convulsing, tears streaming, but he held her there and unloaded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her mouth and spilled out around her stretched lips, dripping down her chin and onto the collar.
When he pulled out he slapped his cum-covered cock across her wrecked face twice, smearing it everywhere.
Kendall lay there trembling, bound in the humiliating hogtie position, covered in spit, cum, and her own piss, body still twitching from the aftershocks of the electricity and the rough fucking.
Daniel crouched beside her, stroked her tear-streaked, cum-glazed cheek almost gently, and smiled darkly.
“You got exactly what you wanted tonight, didn’t you?”
Kendall’s voice came out hoarse and wrecked, but honest.
“Yes, sir... thank you.”
He leaned in closer, voice low and promising.
“Good. Because next time the voltage goes higher... and I’m not stopping until you’re begging to piss yourself again.”
The End