Chapter 14 #3
We’ll discuss this later. I mutter a few expletives following behind her bare ass.
Right now, it’s time to punish her.
As we parade her down the hall, she lingers to check every one of the naked cocks we pass. Stubborn is the word of the day for our Juniper.
I’m really looking forward to our sadistic show, until the unexpected happens. Karsten’s underling turns up in front of us, when we climb the wide steps to the stage. He points at the fucking machine I’ve already chosen.
“Mr. Drummond instructs me to tell you to use that on her.”
“The fucking machine?” I ask, purely to be a pedantic asshole.
“Yes. Correct.”
Juniper is making an alarmed high-pitched gurgle. I relax the gag to let her talk and to annoy the underling.
“You can speak. Be quick.”
Flicking a glance at the underling, she shakes wayward curls of her hair from her eyes, before whispering, “No, please?” That soft pleading, when she’s naked and bound with my rope, makes me want to put her on the machine ASAP, so I can make her have orgasm after orgasm, and fuck her while she begs for mercy.
Almost. Not today.
I sigh. “Why?”
She ducks her head and croaks out, super quietly, “Do you…kiss this Mr. Drummond’s butt?”
I snort then push the spider gag’s metal prongs back into her mouth. V-ing her throat in my hand to hold her in place, I stick my finger in that inviting wide-open hole and stroke her tongue. “Such a forward little slut.”
She frowns, so I tighten my grip until she stops frowning.
“Good girl.”
Everyone is watching us. Decision time.
“Hmmm.” With my girl still in hand, I pretend to study the machine with its adjustable cross for upright or reclined debauchery. “Nope.”
The man shakes his head. “I’m sorry?”
“I will punish her as I think fits her crime. I might use that another day but not this time. Tomás, can you fuck her mouth while I belt her disobedient ass?”
He nods, looking superbly grim as he unzips then drags her by the rope and hair to the nearest padded bench, where he positions her bent over and head down. He ties the wrist rope to an anchor point, locks her ankles out to the sides, so she’s spread. Ass up and ready for us.
I’m not sure, but is that a twinkle of amused defiance in his eyes?
He said not to say no to Karsten, but circumstances have changed. Neither of us bows to him. And I certainly don’t kiss his butt.
When Juniper wriggles and tries to raise her lower body off the bench, he frowns. “The clamp?”
She nods, whines a little, tries to say something.
“I’ll do it.” I can see the little crocodile pinned under her. Only part of the jewelry shows at the V of her legs, so I lift her a little then unclamp her. “Lasted all of five minutes, you lucky girl.”
Tomás shrugs.
I toss it into the bag, fish a plug out instead, and squirt lube on it then step up, ignoring the hesitant underling.
He scurries off down the steps.
“Mwah.” I kiss my circled finger and thumb. “Perfection, Tomás.”
That Juniper is making grumbling noises of discontent as I slide my belt from the loops and shake it out…even more perfect.
I cannot in all honesty say I’ve enjoyed fucking around with another woman as much as this one. Her rebellion spices the kink. Never thought it would appeal to me.
“Twenty? Yeah, twenty. You don’t get to come this time, Miss Fucktoy.” I pinch her butt and side until she squeaks and squirms.
Next, Tomás steps in, grabs both sides of her head, and shoves his erection into the convenient hole created by the gag. Bursts of spluttering erupt from the girl as he thrusts in and out.
I worm the plug into her ass and begin the twenty strikes on thighs and ass, loving how she strains against the rope and tries to resist what Tomás does to her mouth and throat, like the beautiful victim she is.
The smack of the belt, her squeals, the choking noises, and best of all, how she shudders while the seam of her pussy drips with arousal—I’m rock-hard by the time I’ve crisscrossed her skin with broad red welts.
After unzipping and pulling out my cock, I position myself near her entrance. First, I pull her lips apart with my thumbs and work them into her as far as they’ll go.
“This? Wet as a puddle? After all that pain? I named you wrong, Miss Masochist.”
Red-faced, Tomás halts his mouth fucking, staring down at where his cock is still inserted in her mouth before he looks up to watch me.
“Going to watch me violate our little masochist?”
He nods, his expression set in stone as he holds back from what he obviously wants to keep doing.
“Violate—love that word.” Her body writhes as I explore her pussy more with my thumbs. In protest, I assume. The gag stops her cursing us. I press on the ass plug and tease her some more.
Then, slowly, I introduce my cock to her slit. Swearing softly, I halt with only the tip inside. With my fingers clawed into her hips, I lean over her. “Say no, if you don’t want this.”
The taunt brings an indignant burble from her, and more wriggling of her ass as she tries to buck me off her. I withdraw. A string of her wetness clings to my cock and links us.
Then I rock back my hips and…