Chapter 32 #2
“Stunning, Roxy. Your arse is a deep red and purpling now. One last set with my crop here and your bottom will be done for now. Can you take the crop for me, Roxy?” he asks me sternly.
“Y-yes Sir,” I croak out, “If it pleases you.”
“It will please me a great deal, Roxy. You are doing so well. We are going to build up your taps. Here we go.”
I hear a swoosh before my head has got around what is about to happen. Lightning strikes me just below my right arse cheek and I actually howl. David waits a beat for me to recover my senses before I hear the swoosh again and the lightning pain hits my opposite cheek.
“Shhhh, my good girl, a couple more taps and you are going to be floating.”
I don’t have time to look at him before the next strike hits me square on my arse cheek, then another and another.
Black spots begin to fill my vision, and the pain begins to merge into one hot fiery beast, a pulse is raging from my arse cheeks, but the pain is subsiding into a feeling of numbness.
I’m no longer howling at the lightning strikes; silent tears are running down my face but my body is still, pliant, obedient to the punishment raining down upon it.
My head clears slightly and my body begins to feel light, floaty.
The whipping noise of the crop has stopped, I realise the impact has stopped too.
David has walked around to the other side of the table; he lifts my tear-streaked face from where it’s now resting on my forearms and looks into my eyes.
I see satisfaction in his eyes and a hint of hunger as his dark blue eyes stare back at me. “I have one more thing planned for you Roxy, can you stand?”
My body is shaking but he helps me unfold myself back onto my knees and then holds out a hand so I can steady myself as I stand up. David leads me over to the large wooden X in front of my bed, positioning me in front of it, facing the room. “Hold up your arms to each corner, Roxy.”
I do as he says and watch as he buckles my wrists into the leather straps.
“Legs apart now please,” David gets down on his knees and buckles in my ankles so I’m completely immobile and at his mercy. David pours a glass of water and brings it up to my lips, “Here, have a sip, Roxy.” And I do as I’m told, grateful for the moisture going down my dry throat.
“Thank you, Sir,” I say. What can he have in store for me now? I wonder.
“I am now going to slap your beautiful breasts in the same manner as your beautiful backside. Are you ready for me, Roxy?”
“Yes Sir,” I reply, wondering if I really am ready.
David does not hold back, he slaps my left breast with his left hand with so much force, my initial reaction is to fold in on myself but that is impossible with both my hands and feet cuffed in place.
He uses his right hand to hit my left breast from the other side and I yelp out.
The slap is still ringing in my ears when he takes aim at my right breast, raining down two blows in quick succession.
My breasts jiggle and fly in different directions as David lets go of apparently all restraint and hits me in all directions.
Hitting up, then down, from left and right.
My breasts are two hanging pieces of meat he is enjoying beating.
The burn begins to subside into numbness as I take what I’m given, and I watch this serious man take apparent joy from his abuse to my skin and flesh.
I wonder if he’s gone into a zone that he won’t be able to pull himself out of looking at the intense focus of his eyes on my breasts.
My breasts must be quite the colour by now but I’m afraid to look down when suddenly David takes a step back and folds his arms. “Stunning Roxy, your breasts are stunning. All red, purple and blotchy. They bring out the rose on your right breast beautifully.” The tent in his suit trousers is unmistakable.
I look down, he’s right—there is an array of colours emanating from my skin.
My breasts hang heavy and battered, burning heat radiating from them but I’m not in agony.
I’m reminded of the last time they looked like this with Greg and the way he touched me for the first time.
Both of these men are so different and similar at the same time.
I love that I get to see and enjoy this side of them.
Unfolding his hands, he walks back to me and pinches my nipples before twisting them hard. I gasp in surprise, but the sensation sends a spark down to my clit and I feel moisture dripping down my thighs, surprised I hadn’t noticed how wet I was under the intensity of the pain until now.
Watching my face David says, “You like this, don’t you? Your sensitive breasts are now aching to be made to feel better. Tom, come here and play with our girl’s tender nipples, I have some rewarding to do.”
I watch as David pulls up his trousers slightly on his thighs before lowering onto his knees in front of me. I feel in a daze, my brain is not firing on all cylinders. David cups his hands around my sore arse cheeks and takes a long, ludicrously slow lap of my pussy.
I look up to see Tom to my left, his head bending down before I can see his face and he latches onto my left nipple and sucks, reaching up with his hand to tweak my other nipple.
So many sensations all at once from two hungry mouths.
David is toying with me with his slow laps, Tom is sucking deliciously earning a groan from my throat.
Tom pulls away to look at me, his face a mask of unreadable features before he goes back to my nipple.
David languidly laps at my entrance before finally making his way up to the bundle of nerves that are screaming from every pore in my body to be assaulted.
“Please,” I whimper, “please stay there Sir.”
Tom stops sucking and moves around to my right nipple, pinching my left with his thumb and forefinger.
David holds his mouth over my clit and starts sucking with the same pressure as Tom.
It’s too much, these sensations coursing through my body from my nipples to my clit are overriding all senses, they’re all consuming on every level of my being.
I can feel myself building to a peak of near explosion before Tom bites down on my tender nipple and I scream “Yessss!” as my climax rips through my core and leaves me panting and quivering.
David continues to suck the orgasm out of me, Tom removes his fingers and then his mouth before looking back at my lulling head as the endorphins engulf my body.
When I open my eyes again, I have two sets looking back at me. I smile shyly back at them, feeling relaxed and groggy.
“Thank you, Tom,” David says, dismissing him from where he’s standing. Tom lingers for half a second looking like he’s going to say something but moves away and back to his seat, hunger written all over his face.
David busies himself uncuffing me, rubbing my wrists and then my ankles before bending down and picking me up around my sore bottom and carrying me over to the picnic bench furniture.
David puts me down on the top, places one foot on each of the lower benches.
He pushes me down so that my back lies flat on the bench, the pressure of the bench against my bruised arse is both distracting and arousing.
I lie back, completely open and waiting for him.
I hear his zipper being pulled down before I feel his hot cock nudge at my opening.
No words are needed as he slowly enters me and then pulls out, then in a bit further and out.
Teasing me, teasing himself, and also teasing our audience as I hear Tom groan from his chair.
I move my head to look over and he’s stroking myself watching as David impales me, fully sheathing his cock in my warmth.
My body is thrust up and down on the tabletop.
David grabs my hips to hold me in place as he sets a brutal rhythm of thrusting deep inside me.
“More,” I manage to breathe out to David or Tom, or anyone listening really.
David slows his pace a fraction and releases one of my hips but before I can even whimper in complaint he brings two fingers to rub over my clit turning my building orgasm into a soul shattering one as he continues to thrust deep inside me.
I cry out, “Sir!” as I come around his cock, sparking a frenzied pace of him fucking me into the table until David shudders and holds his cock deep and pulsing inside of me.
I hear a groan from Tom and know he’s found his release too.
I float back down into my body and raise up onto my elbows to watch as David pulls his long cock out of me, liquid splashing onto the floor. David looks at me, his serious demeanour more relaxed and ruffled, his shoulders look slack, his face pink from exertion and coming.
David’s eyes lower to my breasts and then back to my mouth where they linger.
I sit up higher, inviting. He almost reacts but instead takes a step back.
“I’ll get us cleaned up,” he says, almost to himself.
I watch as he leaves me sitting, open and dripping.
I look over at Tom who is wiping himself up.
David returns with a damp washcloth and begins to dab me clean. He holds out a hand, “Let me help you down Miss Roxy,” and I take his hand, gingerly unsticking my sore bottom from the table and climbing down.
“Lie on your front on the bed if you can, Dr Jack will be in shortly to fix you up.”
“Ok,” I reply. Then add, “Sir.” I am disappointed David is going already. I feel like there is something unsaid or left undone. But I don’t want to push him or do anything that might upset him, so I school my face to hide my emotions and allow David to help me get settled on the bed.
David bends down and kisses the top of my head. “You were incredible, Miss Roxy. I will see you again soon.”
And with that he picks up his suitcase and leaves the room. Tom does not follow, he stays exactly where he is, still, relaxed and unspeaking.