Six Simple Steps/C8 Eight: She deserved it
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C8 Eight: 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 swear I didn't".

He yanks my arms free from the duct tape, and unbalanced, I fall into him. He catches me, and throws me down on his bed.

"Lie flat on your stomach".

I obey, because I don't want to get spanked. Kian cups my butt cheeks, and squeezes. He kisses the two dimples on my butt cheeks, and the pillow muffles my moans. I gasp when he licks the sides of my breasts. He flips me on my back.

"I want to tit fuck you, but I'm afraid that will make you come".

"No. Do it. Kian please do it".

"You shouldn't be demanding for pleasure while being punished".

"Please Kian".

"No. You don't know how I felt when I came home and didn't see you. I called you, but you left your phone at home. I...don't ever put me in that kind of situation Farrah".

"I'm sorry", I whisper as I slide my hand under his shirt. I love the feel of his hardened muscles.

We lapsed into comfortable silence, but that is disturbed by a mere knock on the door.

"Yes?", Kian grunts.

"Mr. Stark is here to see you milord. He insists he wants to talk to you and your wife".

Dread fills me as I climb to my feet. Kian eyes me, before propping himself up on an elbow.

"Did he now?"

"Yes sir. He says it's urgent sir".

"Tell him we'll be down in a few".

Then those frosty blue eyes landed on me. "Why is he here?".

"I don't know!".

Kian stands up without a word. I grab a clean pair of clothes, and head over to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?".

"I'm going to take a shower. I can't go down smelling of sex".

"We didn't even have sex. Now stop being silly and put on some clothes".

With heavy reluctance, I put them on and follow him downstairs.

My father, a tall man with a strong build, is seated on the couch helping himself to a glass of cognac when we walk in. Caitlyn is standing behind the couch, and I try my best not to look at her, before I do some damage on her stupid face. I go in for a hug, but my father holds up a hand, and I step back, feeling quite dejected. Kian squeezes my arm as though to remind me that he is here.

"Is it true?".

His voice is as emotionless as ever. I've never seen this man speak kindly to me. It's not the same with Kian though.

"What?".

"Did Kian come home to meet you naked in some alley?"

My eyes widen. How did he know? I didn't even....

My eyes find Caitlyn and seeing that smirk on her face made me lose it. I lunged for her, and we both crashed into the ground, me seated on top of her. I deliver a few slaps to her face, before I'm being lifted by none other than Kian .I kick at the air, and scratched at his arm that's looped around my waist.

"No! Let me at her! Let me at her!".

"Farrah behave!".

His hot breath tickles my skin and I stop, taking a deep breath, eyes still glued to a crying Caitlyn. If only she would just die. "Your father is here. You need to calm down".

"I'm calm", I tell him.

"Sure?".

"Yes".

But the minute Kian lets go of me, I am on Caitlyn again, punching and slapping. I dug my nails into her skin and dragged it across her arm. Blood flowed.

Kian grabs me again, and his loud voice bounced off the walls.

"Farrah behave!"

I relax against him, breathing hard. Kian turns to Caitlyn. "Get out!", he yelled.

She scrambled to her feet and ran out of the living room. Kian sits on the armchair opposite my father and pulls me in, so that I am sitting on his lap, my back pressed to his chest. His arm is still around my waist, keeping me in place. He draws circles on my thigh, humming a low tune.

My father was the first to break the silence.

"So this is what you do Farrah? Assault your maids?".

"Oh please. We all know she had it coming. She had no right to tell you".

"So it is true then. How could you be so reckless Farrah? What would you have done if the news of your recent behaviour reached the press?".

"I wouldn't have done anything because Kian made sure it didn't reach the press".

"And if one of your servants, like this one you brutally assaulted told the press to get back at you?".

"Nobody would believe her anyways. And really, you should just drop it. I am fine, and so is Kian".

My father eyed me. "If you say so".

He then rose to his feet. "Where are you going?".

"Home".

"Isn't it too late?".

"Nah. I have meeting in the morning. And Farrah, be good to your husband".

And he was gone.

Kian pushed me off his lap the moment my father was out of the door. I landed flat on my butt, and glared up at him. He was standing by the couch my father recently exited, and matched my glare with one of his own.

"What the hell was the meaning of that Farrah? Attacking Caitlyn like she's a criminal?".

"Not you again. I have already had enough from my father".

"That didn't answer my question. Why did you hit her?".

"Are you really standing up for that bitch? She deserved what was coming to her Kian!".

"No she didn't!"

I never thought a day would come when I would be arguing with Kian over another woman. Tears welled up in my eyes. "So I am at fault here? Simply because I wanted to teach her a lesson?".

"I could have handled it", he said stiffly, and I wondered if the tears rolling down my cheeks had any effect on him. Probably not.

"Handled it? Yeah maybe you would have handled it in the bedroom!", I yelled, anger and jealousy getting the best of me.

"Farrah enough!", he barked, his voice a very high volume, one he had never used on me. "Can you start acting mature for once and stop acting childish all the time? I hired Caitlyn and the other servants you see in this house just so they could serve you! And yet you assault them on every chance you've got. I try my best to please you Farrah, yet it seems like it's never enough! I saved you the shame, embarrassment and humiliation you would have probably received from the press if your dirty little secret had gone public, yet all you do is go on and on about how I'm cheating on you, when we both clearly know that I am not" ,he paused, took a deep breath and continued. "Farrah, if you want me to be cheating on you, just say it, I'd go out there, and you will be surprised by just how many women you would see in my bed in a space of seconds!"

I stare at him shocked. Then I find my own voice. "I...I don't want you to cheat on me".

"Then stop acting like I am!".

"I'm sorry", my voice broke, as the waterworks increased.

Kian sighed, running a hand through his hair. He walked towards me, and crouched before me. I momentarily moved back, shoving my self deep into the couch. I won't lie, but after the way he yelled at me, I'm afraid he would hit me.

He rose his hand, and I flinched. I am shocked, when he brings it down, just so he could wipe the tears off my face.

"I'm sorry".

His voice is a small whisper.

"You don't have to apologize", I tell him. "It's my fault. I deserved that. And I totally understand if you would want to end it with me now".

I don't give him a chance to speak, before continuing, "But I think we should stay married Kian. My father would die hard, if he learns that you want a divorce".

"You should have thought about that before ending up in that alley".

"I know I know, but please Kian."

"Six steps. Nothing more, nothing less. If you're not okay with that decision, you know where to find the door".

My mouth dropped open. He did not just say that.

Kian leans in, his breath fanning my open mouth. "I'm sorry", he whispered. "About yelling. You forgive me, don't you?".

How could one man be so....

I nod. It's impossible to think when your sexy husband is leaning in, inches away from kissing you senseless.

"Words baby words".

"I forgive you".

He shoved his tongue into my open mouth, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else, my thoughts utterly consumed by him.

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