⚠️ Explicit Adult Content – 18+ Only
This story contains sexual scenes, bondage, spanking, oral sex, and strong themes of dominance and submission. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
The clink of cutlery had barely faded when I felt it—the weight of Kayden's stare. It wasn't just a look; it was possession disguised as laziness. One arm draped lazily over the armrest of the high-backed leather chair, his fingers tapping against the polished mahogany frame, head tilted ever so slightly as though he were sizing me up. The flicker in his eyes made my pulse skip, the same way it always did whenever he decided I was his focus.
The chandelier above us glimmered faintly, scattering soft light across the long dining table set with crystal glasses and silver cutlery. The room itself was vast, yet Kayden's gaze made it feel claustrophobic, like there was no escape.
He tilted his head toward the staircase that curved upward in the corner, then flicked his eyes at the other three brothers. The gesture was tiny, subtle enough to miss—but I caught it instantly. I knew that silent agreement all too well. Trouble.
"Now?" I asked, trying to sound casual, though the tremor in my voice betrayed me.
Kadeem was the first to stand. His chair scraped lightly against the polished marble floor, the sound sharp in the otherwise hushed room. His height, his steady presence, filled the space the moment he rose.
"N–oww," he drawled, his tongue rolling lazily over the word, turning it into a command that curled through the air. My stomach flipped at the sound alone.
Before they could take a step, one of the women at the table laughed, the sound too light for the tension thickening around us.
"Dessert after breakfast, huh?" she teased, her tone playful, though her eyes glimmered knowingly.
Another leaned back with a theatrical sigh, her rings catching the chandelier light. "You four never get enough, do you?"
The brothers didn't answer. Of course, they never did. Their silence was more powerful than words. Kayden's smirk deepened, lips twitching like he was amused by a private joke. Kaden's dark eyes locked on me, patient and unrelenting, as though savoring me already. Kadeem's jaw ticked once, but the gleam of amusement in his gaze gave him away. And the fourth only tilted his head, a faint smile ghosting his lips, as if the outcome was already decided.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, spreading fast. Every glance, every tilt of their heads made my heartbeat quicken, my body betraying my attempts at calm. Still, none of them moved. Not yet. They liked to let me burn in my own anticipation.
Kayden finally extended a hand across the table, palm open, steady. The unspoken challenge hung in the air, sharp and clear: Dare to refuse me.
For a moment, I froze. My gaze darted to Christiana beside me. Instead of taking his hand, I clutched her arm, desperate for an excuse, for time.
"I want to help Christy clear the table," I said quickly, words tumbling out.
Alex's voice cut in, calm but iron-hard. "We don't take no for an answer in this family. It runs in the blood. You should know better." The last words rolled deliberately off his tongue, each syllable drawn out, meant to sink into my skin.
I opened my mouth to protest, but Elizabeth leaned forward, her grin light and teasing, like a knife hidden in silk.
"Don't worry, darling. The maids will clear the table."
I shook my head stubbornly, insisting, "No, I want to spend enough time with you."
Michael's voice came next, deep and velvety, rolling slow. "We're not running away, baby."
The air in the room thickened until it was hard to breathe. Their presence pressed in from all sides, magnetic, inescapable. For a fleeting second, I thought I could resist, thought I could dig in and hold my ground.
But Kayden's patience snapped.
In one swift motion, faster than I could process, his hand caught mine and I was yanked forward. The next thing I knew, I was hoisted up and slung over his shoulder, my breath rushing out in a startled gasp that turned into a half-laugh, half-whimper. My hands grabbed instinctively at his shirt, clutching for balance as my hair fell forward, tickling my face.
"Don't just impregnate her," Elizabeth called after us, her tone sharp but teasing, her words deliberate.
"I won't accept that from you guys until you tie the knot with her," Christiana added with a wide, knowing grin.
As if rehearsed, the four brothers answered in unison, voices blending smooth and deliberate: "Okay, Mrs. Miles."
And just like that, they turned toward the stairs.
The elevator gleamed in the corner, its gold-rimmed doors polished to a mirror shine. But they ignored it. Kayden adjusted me higher on his shoulder, tightening his grip, and carried me straight to the staircase.
The sweeping marble stairs curved upward in elegant arcs, glowing faintly beneath the chandelier's light. Each deliberate step of Kayden's boots echoed sharply against the stone, reverberating through the cavernous hall. The sound filled me with dread and anticipation in equal measure.
The cool air rising from the marble brushed against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat flooding my cheeks. My fingers dug harder into his shirt as he climbed, my pulse thrumming wildly in my ears. Every step, every echoing thud, was a countdown—dragging me closer to what awaited above.
The marble staircase curved upward in gleaming perfection, each step echoing with the weight of Kayden's stride. I clung to his shoulders, half-laughing, half-panicked, while the others followed at a steady pace. The crystal chandelier above scattered light across the polished railings, the whole scene feeling more like a parade than an escape.
The first sharp smack landed on my ass before I even realized it, the sting jolting through me. I gasped, tightening my grip around Kayden's shoulders.
Another spank followed, harder this time, and I squealed, my legs instinctively kicking in protest. Kayden's low chuckle rumbled against my body as he adjusted me on his shoulder, holding me like I weighed nothing.
"Stop—ahh, Kayden!" I whined, wriggling uselessly.
"Stop?" he drawled, voice calm and amused. "You think that word works on me, baby?"
Kadeem's voice joined in, smooth and taunting. "Careful, sweetheart. The more noise you make, the more fun he has."
A third spank cracked against me, sharper than the first two. I buried my face against his back, whimpering, but that only made Kadin laugh darkly. "Look at her. Already so obedient and sweet when she's over his shoulder."
Another smack. I jolted again, my cheeks flaming hotter than the sting on my skin.
Kaden smirked from just behind us. "You're lucky we're in the hall. If it were the bedroom already, we'd all take turns."
I twisted weakly, glaring over my shoulder, but Kayden's hand came down once more—harder, firmer, making me gasp.
"Blushing already," Kadeem teased, his tone like velvet. "She'll look perfect in the family portrait like this—red cheeks, wide eyes, caught between us."
By the time we reached the landing, I could barely breathe, my body trembling under their laughter.
The marble gave way to a long corridor lined with portraits in heavy gold frames. Not strangers, not nameless faces—family.
The first painting showed the four brothers together as boys, dressed in sharp suits that looked far too grown for their ages. Another, larger one, captured them with their parents: a man with the same commanding posture and piercing eyes, a woman whose beauty was softened only by the steel in her gaze. The resemblance was undeniable; the legacy, inescapable.
Their eyes seemed to follow me as Kayden carried me down the hall, every step a reminder that this wasn't just about them. It was about the family name, the bloodline, the house that owned every inch of me the moment I stepped inside.
Kadeem chuckled low when he noticed my stare lingering too long on the portraits. "Don't look so nervous, sweetheart," he teased, voice rich with amusement. "One day, your face might be up there too. Right beside ours."
Kadin smirked, brushing his hand against my arm as we passed another frame. "And then there'll be no running, no pretending. You'll be ours in blood and in name."
Another sudden spank made me yelp, my body jerking in Kayden's hold. This time, the sting carried a teasing rhythm, like he was marking each step we climbed.
"Count them," Kayden ordered softly.
My breath caught. "W-what?"
"Count the smacks," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Out loud."
The brothers grinned like wolves circling prey.
The next spank landed. "One," I gasped, my voice shaky.
Another. "Two—ahh—"
Kadeem leaned close, whispering near my ear, "Don't lose track, sweetheart. You wouldn't want to be punished twice, would you?"
By the time Kayden reached the end of the hallway and pushed the bedroom door open, my voice was trembling, my body weak, and every number still echoing in my head.
Kayden set me down on the polished floor, and for a heartbeat, I thought I was free. My legs wobbled, but instinct kicked in—I bolted.
I barely made it three steps before I ran straight into Kadeem's chest. His smirk widened as I grabbed at him, desperate. "Help me," I gasped, clinging to his arm.
But instead of shielding me, he laughed low in his throat, amused. With one firm shove, he pushed me back toward Kayden. "No running, sweetheart. This show's too good to interrupt."
I stumbled, whining in protest, only to feel Kayden's grip close around my wrist. In one swift motion, he bent me forward, his palm cracking down hard on my ass again.
The sting tore a cry from my throat. "N-no, please—"
"Start over," Kayden ordered, his voice calm but merciless.
The brothers' laughter rumbled through the room as I whined, stamping a foot like a child denied mercy. But there was no escape. The next spank landed, harder than the last, and my voice broke as I choked out the count.
"One."
Kayden's palm came down again, steady and deliberate. "Two."
I writhed under his hold, my breath hitching, every strike sending a shiver of heat curling low in my belly.
By the time he reached "ten," my legs trembled, my cheeks burned, and my body betrayed me—wet, aching, and desperate.
Kayden's hand lingered on my ass, squeezing once before finally easing back. "That's enough… for now," he murmured, his tone dark with promise.
My chest heaved, the sting still burning through me, but what scared me most was how much hotter, wetter, needier I felt after every strike. My body had betrayed me completely.
Kayden guided me forward, and before I realized what was happening, silk brushed against my back. My breath hitched. They'd thrown me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing.
I landed with a soft thud, the sheets cool against my burning skin, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My heart pounded so loud I was sure they could hear it.
Kadeem leaned over me, smirk tugging at his lips. "That's better," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "Much more… compliant."
"We planned to take it slow and steady with you," Kaden said, a teasing edge in his voice, "but I guess you're a little impatient, huh?"
Before I could respond, they closed in around me, their presence overwhelming. My shirt was ripped off in an instant, and I felt completely surrounded, every glance and movement from them leaving me tense and entirely at their mercy.
I gasped out of shock, my body stiffening instinctively as I realized just how completely they had me pinned on the bed.
Kayden moved close and went in between my legs, while Kadeem guided me to rest my head against him. Kadin stayed on my right, Kaden on my left—and even with all of them around me, my attention was completely on Kayden.
I couldn't help but feel curious about why Kayden was so close, kneeling in between my legs. It was as if they could read my thoughts—Kadeem grinned down at me. "Getting ready, baby girl? Something big is coming," he teased.
A shiver ran through me, and I tensed. They all laughed at my reaction. Kayden pulled off my trousers, his quiet presence making it impossible to look away, and guided my legs carefully around his shoulders, his calm control leaving me completely at their mercy.
I was left in just my undies, and before I could react, Kayden ripped it off. "Keep your eyes on daddy," he said, his voice low and teasing, "pay attention to how I eat you up."
A shiver ran through me at the intensity of his tongue on my clit, and I instinctively tried to pull back, squirming slightly under his hold.
"You're so defiant. You're such a little slut… my little slut, look at how wet and ready you are for me," Kayden murmured, his voice low and teasing.
The brothers chuckled quietly at my reaction. He tried to take his head back to my inner thighs but I didn't agree.
I tried to pull away, resisting slightly, but he held my gaze, calm and commanding. His jaw flexed, tongue rolling slowly against the inside of his cheek as if he was fighting to keep control, one hand tugging at his own hair in raw frustration.The sight alone made my stomach twist with heat, every inch of him radiating dominance.
He looked up briefly. "Kadin, Kadeem, your belts."
They removed their belts and handed them over to him, and I felt my hands being gently secured to the bedpost.
"Since you don't wanna be a sweet little thing," he murmured, looping the belt around my wrist, "we'll go the hard way. I love it when my girls obey me… but you've been stressing me a lot."
I wasn't scared—because I knew they wouldn't truly hurt me—but my chest tightened with nerves and anticipation as I realized I was completely at their mercy.
Before moving closer again, Kayden whispered something to the others, and they smirked knowingly. The three of them stepped back slightly, removed their trousers, while Kayden moved in between my legs, guiding my legs carefully on his shoulders as he held me in place.
Kadeem leaned closer, holding out his hand in front of me, and pushed a finger inside my mouth. "I want you to suck this finger, like it's the last candy you'll ever get. Pay attention," he said, his tone teasing and commanding.
I nodded in response, trying to follow his instruction.
Kadin pinched my nipple, his sharp gaze remaining on me. "That's not how you respond when you're being asked to answer."
"What should I say?" I asked nervously.
"I want to hear you say 'okay, daddy' clearly. Say it," Kadin replied, voice low and authoritative. "Is that clear?"
"Yes… okay, okay daddy," I whispered, feeling my heart race under their watchful eyes.
Kadeem returned his finger back into my mouth and I sucked it as instructed. The rest of the brothers watched me with keen interest.
The brothers exchanged smirks at my reaction, their quiet amusement and dominance filling the room. I felt tense and completely under their control, knowing that I had to obey their instructions without question.
He removed his finger and stepped back after a few moments, and the last piece of clothing I had been clinging to was gone. My eyes widened in shock when they came in contact with his dick, and I felt my heart pound. The brothers chuckled softly at my reaction.
"You wanna back off now?" Kaden asked, a teasing edge in his voice.
I shook my head, unable to speak, completely under their control. I couldn't take my eyes off Kadeem's dick that was pointing directly to my face. The beauty, the veins, the pink cap—why do these boys have to be this beautiful?
I felt Kayden's tongue run from my clit to my pussy and I shrank. I wanted to look at him but Kadeem held my head in place and positioned his dick to my mouth, pushing the head inside. "Suck it the same way you sucked my finger," he said.
I nodded my head and tried to concentrate on sucking his dickhead. I removed my mouth to let out a moan the moment Kayden thrust one finger deep inside my pussy.
Kadeem returned my head back to his dick and did the work this time by thrusting his dick inside my mouth—not completely though, I don't think I could take that dick completely.
Meanwhile, Kaden and Kadin took over my breasts, biting, sucking, pinching aggressively.
They took turns in fucking my mouth, but Kayden's focus was in between my legs. He was thrusting his finger really fast while biting, sucking, and licking my clit. The pleasure was too much to handle.
Then I felt an overwhelming rush of nerves and anticipation, and my body reacted in a way I couldn't control. My wrists pulled helplessly against the belts, leather biting into my skin as panic bubbled up.
"Kadin…" I whimpered, my voice breaking as I tugged again at the restraints. My wide, tear-bright eyes found his, pleading silently for him to notice.
He immediately pulled back from my breast, concern written across his face. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you or was that too rough?" he asked gently.
I shook my head. "No… I just… I need a moment. Kayden, wait—I need a second," I whispered, my voice trembling.
The other brothers chuckled quietly, amused but silent. Kayden was too focused to care about what I was saying; he just held me and kept me rooted in place.
"I don't want to… I need a moment, please," I whispered, panicked.
Kadin's voice was calm and reassuring. "It's okay, baby. Just let it happen naturally."
Kadeem smirked, leaning closer. "Relax… there's no need to fight it," he said, teasing but gentle.
Kayden groaned against me, the vibration ripping a desperate moan from my throat. His tongue moved with brutal precision, every flick and swirl dragging me closer to the edge. My thighs clenched around his head, but he only gripped my hips harder, pinning me down, devouring me like I belonged to him.
"Don't you dare look away," Kadeem warned, tilting my chin so my hazy eyes stayed locked on Kayden. "Watch how he owns you."
I whimpered, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes from the intensity. My body was no longer mine—heat coiled tighter and tighter until it felt unbearable.
Kayden pulled back just enough to speak, his lips slick. "Count them," he ordered darkly. "Every time I make you cum, you'll count for me."
My breath hitched. "I-I can't—"
"You can," Kadin cut in, voice firm but almost soothing. His thumb brushed over my knuckles where I clutched the sheets. "And you will."
Then Kayden's mouth was on me again, harder, faster, ruthless. My scream tore free, muffled by Kaden's fingers sliding deeper between my lips. My body convulsed, climax slamming into me so hard I nearly blacked out.
"One!" I sobbed, the number breaking on my tongue.
The brothers' laughter filled the room, low and approving, as Kayden didn't even pause. He kept going, relentless, pushing me past what I thought I could take.
"Two!" I cried out minutes later, legs kicking weakly, but Kadeem and Kadin held me steady, enjoying every twitch and gasp.
By the third, I was thrashing helplessly, my throat raw from begging, yet Kayden's grip never faltered. He swallowed every sound, every shiver, dragging me into oblivion again and again.
By the time he finally pulled back, my entire body was slick with sweat, trembling uncontrollably, my voice hoarse from crying out their names.
Kayden wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark and satisfied. "That's enough," he murmured, almost to himself, as though he'd proven something.
I collapsed against the bed, barely conscious, my body still humming from the aftershocks. The brothers eased their hold, surrounding me as if to cage me in even now.
Kadeem brushed damp strands of hair from my face, his teasing smirk softer now. "Didn't think you'd last that long, sweetheart."
Kadin pressed a kiss to my temple, grounding me. "You did so well."
Kaden's hand lingered on my stomach, warm and possessive. "Ours," he said simply, the word sinking deep into me.
Kayden climbed up onto the bed, tugging me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.
He leaned close and kissed me softly. "This is what you taste like," he whispered, his voice low and teasing.
Afterward, they tucked me in carefully and patted me gently, ensuring I was comfortable.
Exhaustion hit me hard, and I fell asleep almost immediately.