Chapter 36 #2
There is something quite powerful in raising my hand and bringing it down across Sophie’s cheeks that’s not too dissimilar to the jobs Sophie takes with me.
The movement is different, leaving a mark is different but the anticipation is the same.
I take it in turns to hit each arse cheek, every time Sophie’s body tenses and releases, which I’m guessing is how her mouth feels around Tye’s cock.
I need to get this over with, I need to push inside her creaminess.
Flynn is stroking down Sophie’s back, Mack is on the floor tugging on her nipples.
Everyone is working her over in their own way, whatever way they want or Sophie needs.
Everyone is hard, including Flynn again, everyone is getting off on what is happening.
When I’ve landed the last blow across the now blotchy and raised skin on her arse cheeks, I fling the crop aside and line myself up. I can’t wait a minute longer.
Feeling myself engulfed in her warmness is exhilarating, a fitting end to how my jobs always go.
The pleasure after the pain. Mack slides further below us gripping onto her leg for purchase, I see him working Sophie’s clit with two fingers as I thrust into her, her moaned gurgles travel to my ears as my own pleasure builds at an alarming rate.
I need to slow down as my legs quiver and the warmth in my core threatens to explode.
Tye must be thinking the same as he steps away from her and bends down on his haunches.
Sophie
Tye whispers in my ear, “I’m going to plug that sweet arsehole of yours Red, I want to feel you full and tight around my cock as I fuck into you, just like I did that first night I crept into your room.
But before that I am going to take pleasure knowing that every time the cane cracks across your perfect arse, it’s going to jostle the plug inside.
” Tye moves back from my ear in time to see the combined effects of his words, Rory’s cock and Mack’s fingers, all exploding across my face.
I close my eyes and tip over the edge and into paradise.
The lurid sound of my wet pussy and Rory pumping into me fills the room until he stills and I feel him unload inside of me, filling me up again with his come.
I have survived two tools of punishments, with two to go.
Tye wipes away the saliva on my chin as he leans in to whisper, “I’m going to fucking love every second.
” Apparently Tye is looking forward to punishing me.
I hear a cap open and close and then feel a cool finger running up and down my bum crack before putting pressure on my back hole.
Flynn bends down in front of me, getting on his knees.
He watches my face as I feel Tye’s finger push further inside of me.
“Relax for him, Kitten, let him open you up. You know he’s going to make it good for you, just let him in,” coos Flynn as I feel another of Tye’s fingers join the first one.
Flynn leans in and kisses me, his lips taking me away from here and into another realm.
He’s distracting me as Tye pulls his fingers out and I feel the cold tip of a plug and then the slow stretch and burn as the largest width of the bulb passes through my tight ring of muscle.
Flynn pulls away to allow me to come up for air.
“Does it feel good, Kitten?” he asks, knowing from my jerks and tiny movements, that my body has just sucked in the plug.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “So good,” I say, enjoying the feeling of being filled there.
“The cane is going to hurt the most. What do you need?”
“My nipples, my clit, everything to take me away,” I blurt out.
“I’ve got you,” Flynn kisses my lips hard and gets to his feet. I hear him walk around to Mack and Rory, telling them what I need. I know this is going to be a pain unlike any other.
To my surprise, I feel a warm tongue circle my clit and my legs nearly give out.
God it feels so sensitive down there but I don’t want them to stop.
Then I feel two mouths suck my nipples into their mouths and the sensations make pleasure pulse down to my core.
I submerge in the feelings as need begins to crackle inside of me until I hear a swish through the air and white-hot pain, like a thousand bee stings all in one place, paralyses me.
I cry out in agony, feeling like I’ve just been ripped in two, knowing a line is blooming on my skin.
Tye
I watch as a white line on her beautiful skin raises into an angry welt across her arse cheek.
I feel bad for causing her such pain—not exhilarated at all.
The cane is clearly causing her more than just discomfort, this is not the same as the paddle and the crop.
I can hear the pain in her cries, not pleasure.
This is an entirely different level and I am not lusting for this at all.
I have no doubt that the impact from that strike feels brutal and I hate myself for doing it.
I press down on the plug and give it a jostle, trying to do something, anything, to help.
Her entire body is tense and coiled tight from the impact, I know the guys on the floor are all trying to ease her back down and ready for the next one.
I lift my arm, swing again and Sophie’s wail fills the room.
Terror courses through me, am I causing irreparable damage to my Red?
I walk around to see her tear-strewn face.
“Keep going,” she blubbers out, her eyes willing me to get the job done.
I nod once, walk back around and hit her again.
There are now three lines on her left cheek, I do the same with the right.
There is a slick sheen that shines across her body that wasn’t there before I started.
Every time I swing the cane through the air her body tenses, then her cries echo around the room until the guys below her soothe her senses and prepare her for the next one.
Sweat beads on my forehead, my hands feel sweaty as I move the strikes down to her lower thighs, hoping that focusing on the untouched skin will help.
This is not turning me on. This is the opposite to a turn-on for me.
By the thirteenth strike, tears pinprick the backs of my eyes and I’m not sure I can continue. Sophie feels my hesitation.
“Finish it,” she growls through her sobs.
I raise my hand one last time, her body jerks to the terrible pain that must be radiating through her and I drop the cane.
Fourteen. She has fourteen angry white and now purpling stripes across her buttocks and thighs.
I drop to my knees. This is not who I am, this is not what I want to do to the woman I love.
Mack is by my side, pulling me into him, holding me. I am crying, I didn’t know until I felt the wetness on my cheeks. What have I done?
“She’s through the worst of it. She did it. You did it,” Mack mutters in my ear. I feel Rory’s hand on my shoulder squeezing gently.
“I don’t like it, I didn’t enjoy it,” I swear to them.
“I know buddy, I know. You will never have to cause Sophie pain ever again. This is it. You’re done now. Come and see her.”