Chapter Thirteen #2
When he finally stopped before me, I couldn’t even breathe, the anticipation too much to bear. I watched as he reached out to cup my jaw, his thumb moving to caress my bottom lip. His eyes were now intent on my mouth, their depths gleaming dangerously.
“I’ve always wondered ... always wanted...” His voice trailed off as he dipped his mouth to draw my bottom lip into his, savoring it and then repeating the move. The act so delicate it took me by surprise.
He worked his mouth against me, coaxing me to move with him and I followed his lead, my tongue brushing against his own in a timid gesture.
He groaned deep in his throat at the contact, his tongue quick to respond in kind as he crushed his lips to mine.
This was more like it! Desire exploded within me and I melted beneath him, losing myself entirely to the aggression of his kiss.
But then he thrust me away, tearing his mouth from my own. Surprise sent my eyes questioningly to his: What had I done? Why did he stop?
“I need to look at you!” he said desperately, carnal desire darkening his features as he hungrily scanned the length of me.
Raising his hand, he took hold of the chain that hung from my neck and with slow deliberation pulled at the metal, tugging at my nipples and stretching out my breasts. The move sent sparks of painful delight rushing through me and I cried out.
“Fuck me, Abi, did she corrupt you?” he said thickly.
I nodded and he yanked the chain again, his gaze flashing as I cried out once more, my breasts thrusting forward.
“You’re so loud,” he said, pressing his index finger against my parted lips. “We can’t have you alerting the household.”
Since the house was deserted save for Emma, it wasn’t a problem, but then I figured he was probably acting out some sort of fantasy. I could work with that...
“I can’t help it,” I said against his finger.
“Then I will have to help you,” he said darkly, his hand replacing his finger to gag me as he yanked at the chain once more.
Pain shot through me, rapidly followed by the hedonistic heat of pleasure and I moaned into his hand, tears pricking at the backs of my eyes at the sharp intensity.
“You like that?” he asked, his hand still clamped tightly over my mouth, my breaths coming in rasps as I struggled for air above his palm. “I bet you do, you dirty little whore.”
And he did it again; his eyes intent on mine as they glittered with unshed tears beneath him, my cries drowned out by the presence of his hand.
“I’m going to taste every bit of your delicious, virginal body,” he said, his voice hoarse as he struggled to control his mounting desire. “And you’re not going to be able to do a thing about it.”
Releasing the chain, he dropped his mouth to my bound throat to nip and suck at the flesh.
I thrashed my head side to side, partly to do his fantasy justice and partly to gain some air through his vice like grip.
I felt faint with the heady combination of rising passion and lack of oxygen. It was an intoxicating mix.
“James!” A crack pierced the air and he leapt back with a yelp. ”I told you to acquaint yourself with her pussy, not rape her!”
My eyes focused through the haze of desire to see Emma clad head to toe in black PVC and brandishing a whip behind him. It was that which had made contact with James, forcing him back, and now he was on his knees before her.
“I’m sorry, mistress, I lost control,” he said, an unexpected hint of fear in his voice.
She walked around him, her heeled black boots clipping the floor, the whip trailing a path around him as she contemplated his bowing form. “Sorry isn’t good enough, you shall be punished.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I watched in awe as this man, whom I had never seen behave anything less than superior and in charge, was now humble and contrite.
“Firstly, you can strip off. It’s only fair that I have you both in a similar state of dress.”
“Yes, mistress, may I stand?”
“You may.”
Emma stopped pacing and stood legs apart observing us.
Even though I knew she would be wearing the one piece, it didn’t lessen the impact of seeing her in it for the first time.
She looked fucking hot! Her hair pulled back in a severe ponytail just as it had been outside Dr Tate’s office.
Her lips, blood red, were set in a hard line, her eyes glittering severely as she watched us, the whip moving provocatively through her hands.
My eyes dropped to the long, black cord and I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel. Would she use it on me?
“Ready, mistress,” came James’ submissive voice as he came to stand naked between us, his cock standing proud before him.
“I want to see you on your knees before that pussy James.”
“Yes, mistress.”
He walked toward me and dropped to his knees, his mouth so close that I could feel his breath tickling at the damp hairs of my pussy.
“Good boy. I want you to make her cum with your mouth, James. You have ten minutes. If she doesn’t you will be punished.”
James took up the task with relish, he used his hands to separate my folds as his mouth covered my clit and then he sucked, the sensation both shocking and arousing beyond measure.
He repeated the move, cleaning the area of my juices and then his tongue was on the job, working me like the expert he clearly was.
I didn’t think I was going to last five minutes, let alone ten.
My eyes flicked to Emma’s and I could see she was turned on, enjoying the sight of me losing control.
It then became a battle of wits. I wasn’t going to come; I wanted to see him punished!
Each time my body mounted to the peak, I forced my mind to think on something else.
Finally, Emma announced, “Ten minutes are up, James.”
He groaned, his mouth still buried in my pussy, refusing to let up.
“James!” she warned.
Obediently, he stood and stepped back from me, his heated gaze fixed longingly on my lower body.
From behind him, Emma stroked the whip down his back and I watched avidly as she dipped it between his legs to toy with his balls. And then she flicked it back and he braced himself, just as the whip made contact with his backside.
He cried out gruffly and his cock jumped, moisture forming at the tip in his excitement.
Emma repeated the move, and each time his erection stood proud, the pre-cum dribbling down his shaft.
I licked my lips at the sight and clenched my pussy together in a desperate attempt to satisfy the powerful ache they had stoked up within me.
“Now turn around, James, I want you on your knees doing the same to me. Let’s see where you were going wrong.”
“Yes, mistress,” he said obediently, moving to kneel before her.
Emma positioned one leg on a stool and taking hold of a concealed zip at her crotch, she parted the fabric, spreading herself before him and his eagerly awaiting mouth.
I could see the fire burning in her eyes as she issued him with command after command, controlling every move of his mouth, his tongue, his fingers.
All the while, she stroked the whip up and down his form, the gesture both provocative and threatening, a continual reminder that one wrong move and there would be a consequence.
James lapped it up, he was like a cat that had been given the cream and I was jealous. I suddenly wanted that whip on me, her commands to be directed at me. My body throbbed with prolonged need, every bit of it aching from having to fend off my orgasm and witnessing their erotic display before me.
Emma must have sensed the desperation emanating from me as she lifted her heated gaze to mine, the hard tip of the whip handle following her shift in focus and coming to rest at my ankle. I bit my lip, my eyes pleading with her to continue the attention.
Slowly she raised the black leather, teasing a path up my leg, the whip almost but not quite making contact with my crotch before it dropped down the other side.
She repeated the move, the touch so soft I had to strain to feel it.
I started to writhe and moan, pulling against the restraints as I begged her to bring it against me.
“Poor Abi wants to come, James,” she said, taunting me as she moved her hand to his head, pinning him against her crotch as she rode his face, reinforcing to us both that she was in charge, she would determine who got satisfaction and when.
“Please,” I begged her, the sound a mere whisper, all my effort focusing on the delicate touch of the whip.
“Let’s see how wet she is,” she said almost coldly, her domineering demeanor well in place. The whip traveled up my leg and I stilled, the anticipation making me frantic inside.
And, finally, she did it, she slipped the deliciously hard tip between my folds, brushing it against my swollen clit, the sensation so intense my body bucked with it.
“Oh, God! Yes!” I cried, blissful relief coursing through me as she kept the hard leather against me, delving it back and fore and I rode it shamelessly, my climax building rapidly.
And then it was gone, my eyes shot to hers on a whimper and I watched as she brought the handle up to the light to study it.
“Ah, yes, she is very wet,” Emma said approvingly. “Come, James, you can lick this clean.”
She thrust his head away from her pussy and lowered the handle to his awaiting mouth.
His tongue flicked out greedily as he did as she requested.
The sight was so fucking erotic that I didn’t even pine for the loss of the whip, my eyes drinking in the sight of him tasting me on the black leather like his life depended on it.
“That’s enough, James, I think Abi deserves your attention once more.”
James turned his hungry gaze to me. “Yes, mistress.”
He moved toward me swiftly, dropping straight to his knees to bury himself in my frantically awaiting crotch.
Emma followed to stand directly behind him, her attention on my breasts as one by one she tightened the clamps until the sensation became unbearable, my climax at its peak.
And then her lips were crushing mine, drowning out my intense cries as I came, my whole body convulsing against the wall under the assault of the pair of them, every bit of me pulsing wildly out of control.
As James sipped every last bit of cum from me, Emma released the nipple clamps and stroked my breasts gently. Leaning into my ear, she whispered, “Fucking beautiful.”
I smiled at that.
“Mistress, may I fuck her?”
Emma flinched, flicking her eyes to James and then back to me.
I could see her cover slipping as she debated what to say.
She had hoped to avoid permitting him that freedom but to me it was a way of sealing his fate.
Before he could sense anything amiss, I inclined my head in an attempt to reassure her.
“Very well, undo her restraints first. You can fuck her over that table where I can be afforded a perfect view of you both.”
He moved swiftly, his hands undoing my restraints with such haste that I realized it wasn’t the first time he had done this.
And then he practically dragged me to the table, pushing my body back against it so that I lay with my legs hooked over the edge, one of his hands pressing my shoulder down while the other positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy.
“Careful, James,” came Emma’s hard dictatorial voice. “Fucking your friend and employer’s stepdaughter could land you in a lot of trouble.”
He didn’t take his eyes from my face as he said, “What can I say, I’m going to Hell!”
With that, he thrust himself into me hard and groaned as my pussy enveloped him.
“Christ, your cunt is so fucking tight!”
And then he was pounding into me, his hands groping at my breasts, his eyes not once leaving my naked form beneath him.
“I’ve wanted this for so long!” he growled. “So fucking lo—”
Suddenly the crack of the whip broke through the air and he cried out.
“Don’t you come in her, James!”
“I won’t ... I won’t...”
I could see his muscles tensing, his orgasm mounting and then he pulled out, his seed pulsing from his cock across my torso, my breasts, my mouth. He groaned with each spurt, his body racked with the powerful convulsions.
The sight of him crumbling sent my body throbbing and I looked to Emma to see her rubbing at herself...
“Get here,” she commanded suddenly and scooting out from under James, I raced to her, dropping to my knees to suck at her throbbing clit, relishing the yelp it caused.
I heard James shift behind me.
“You can get dressed and leave,” Emma said, her tone cold and detached as she flicked her whip in his direction.
“Yes, mistress.” I was vaguely aware of him moving around and the door opening as he took his exit. We were finally alone.
“Christ, baby, don’t stop,” she said, her tone softening, her body relaxing as she felt the freedom to let go.
Her hands dropped to my hair, clutching me to her.
And I groaned against her, the vibration adding to my tongue’s caress, sending her to the brink.
She screamed out as the waves took her and I moved my hands to her ass so that I could clutch her against my face, determined to prevent the contact from breaking, my mouth working her until she was too sensitive to take the touch.
Dropping to her knees before me she rested her forehead against mine. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“It’s you that needs thanking. Do you think we got enough?”
She smiled. “We got plenty. There’s no way he will deny our request.”