by Misty Kayn
"Ah! Two!" Again on her pussy. Oh God, it hurt. She hoped he moved over to her ass or even the back of her thighs.
WHACK! "Three!" She sat back on her heels and covered her pussy with both hands.
"Get back, don't make me double it."
"Oh, I can't, oh it hurts so much." Her pussy was raw. She felt it swell under her fingers.
Dallas stood on her right. He grabbed her hair, pulled her back, and pushed her head down. He clamped his shins around her face. She couldn't move. Poor Dallas, she thought before. She pinched his ankle. If she tugged, the already straining leash would pull the poll of the tent. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. She clung onto his ankles and closed her eyes. Sir hit over her pussy several more times while Shaye wailed and cried for him to stop but if he stopped at "stop" she wasn't sure she'd ever surrender to him again. Stop didn't signal stop to either of them. It was a signal for more. He understood she wanted more, and he knew to give.
Tears stained her face when he battered her inner things and ass. Welts rose one after the other, their heat making her want to cover her ass, crawl out of her skin. She cupped her pussy and sniffed. It was so swollen and beaten, she hardly felt his hits over it anymore. She counted though, and was lucky he even gave her a number to count up to. He could've gone along until his hand tired. Desperate, never-ending count. "Thirty three," she managed through a mess of tears choking her breath.
When the crop landed across the sole of her foot, Shaye wanted to tuck both feet under her ass but couldn't bare the touch of anything against the welts on her bottom. She was a ball of mess on the floor, her head held between a man's legs while another punished her. "Oh please, please, please, no more. I'll never lie again in my life. Entire life! Never. AH! Thirty four. Five!"
Dallas released her head. Her forehead landed on the ground, her nose buried in the dirty floor. She sniffed and inhaled, sneezed when the small dust tickled. Sir's hand was soft on her bottom as he ran it over his marks. "Nothing prettier that a red ass." By some miracle she managed to lift up her ass and present her Sir with his art. She felt it burning, her pussy, she was sure, was numb. His hands on it, though gentle, scorched. She flinched when he slapped it. It wasn’t numb.
Dallas walked around her then roughly, stuck two fingers inside her. "Yes, please, please, I want to come." She pushed back against them, and if she could summon strength right now she'd sit on them. She whined when he took them out and showed them to Sir. They glistened wet, so wet. He rubbed his hands together. "I didn't believe you."
"This puppy makes a mess like no other." Sir walked to the duffle and reached inside.
What was he rifling for?
SEVEN
Shaye lifted her head and whimpered. Dallas sat beside her and waited for Sir, forearm over one knee. He stroked her hair at first. Slowly his fingers made their way to her mouth where she stuck her tongue out, tasted herself, and licked them clean. He looked up at the tent, said a silent prayer and lied down next to her. His brown eyes were wide with lust, his lips were soft. Shaye kissed them, just lifted her head and touched her mouth to his. He moaned and pulled her body over his, her collar tightening on the back of her neck. They kissed, his mouth leading the way. Heat rose in the tent as their sweaty bodies touched. Her bottom burned, her pussy was swollen and she doubted she could stand on her soles, but she felt dirty, used, and that made her happy. She smiled against his lips.
Leash released, cold chain dropped to the ground. Fingers played over her shoulders. She tensed for a second until Sir cupped the back of her neck.
She rested her palms on Dallas's chest and straddled his stomach. Dallas watched the man behind her while she watched him. He liked this, he wanted to share this with her.
"Whose puppy are you?" Sir whispered in her ear.
She rested the back of her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, losing herself in his warmth, his scent. She only felt a faint tint of pain when he applied the nipple clamps. "Yours," she told him. Oh, but it felt so good in this place, little ways from the ground. When her body floated, her neck relaxed, head flopped to the side.
"Hey, stay with me," he bit her ear.
She opened her eyes to the green roof of the tent and watched it fight the moonlight.
"I can do what I want with my puppy."
Oh God, was that a question? "Yes," she nodded, her head plopping forward. "Definitely."
He tugged the clamp's chain; soft, rubber-covered pads pinched as he pulled. Shaye relaxed, allowed herself to enjoy the pressure on her nipples. "Yes, Sir," she mumbled, "as you please." When she tried to take his hands, another pair of hands held hers hostage. Sir lifted her and placed her over Dallas. Wide-awake again, she looked down where her friend's mouth opened and his tongue swiped her pussy lips. She lowered herself on Dallas's sweet, soft mouth.
She sighed when he licked her, his warm tongue flicking her clit then probing her entrance. Back at her clit he sucked it, lips clamped around the clit, tongue flicking, his slurping noises encouraging. She moved on top of his mouth, glided her wetness on his chin. His stubble was rough, her pussy was swollen, so she pressed down more, jabbing the edge of his chin on her entrance. She'd come soon. Oh, the sweet release.
From behind, Sir's guiding hand took the nipple clamp's chain and placed it between her lips as if it were a bit piece. He tugged her hair. Her breasts followed. Oh she felt the clamps now as they tugged, pulled her nipples.
Cold gel on her back hole snapped her to attention.
“Where are we at now?,” he said, voice rough, his cock rested against her ass. He tugged her chain, the collar tightening around her neck.
“Green,” she said, barely catching a breath.
His hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed down and she followed forward, rested her weight on her palms. Dallas sucked in her clit and she clamped her thighs around his face to keep him from making her come right now. Shaye anticipated Sir’s cock, wanted it, needed it, had to have it, and when he probed her hole with his thumb, she shuttered, felt goosebumps over her skin. Dallas sucked and licked. An orgasm pulled in her lower belly. No matter what she did now, she would come on her friend's tongue. She ground against him again, pulling her chain to feel the pain. Orgasm was so much better when it hurt.
"If you come for him, I won't fuck you."
"No, no, no fair." As she said it, drool spilled from her mouth. She wiped it on her shoulder.
Dallas assaulted her pussy, clamped his large hands on her hips.
Shaye tried to lift away but couldn't, he held her down. She wiggled above him, moved around, tried to escape, but Sir pressed one hand on the small of her back. She stilled.
One man held her hips, the other pushed on her back, the chain between her teeth tightened. "Oh, I’m going to come. I will, I will, no mercy, no mercy. You have no mercy!"
Sir’s feet planted firmly on the ground, the large tip of his cock at her entrance. "Yeah?!" He yanked her hair and turned her head to the side. His eyes were bright, hazel, and excited. He touched his lips against hers, and said, “You like how I let him eat your pussy don’t you?”
She squeezed her eyes. Oh God she would come right now. “Mercy, mercy, mercy…”
He shook her by her hair. “Don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Look at you. My little puppy is a big slut isn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“Mhm.”
Sir jabbed his cock in her ass then covered her mouth with his hand. Beneath it she gasped for air, her lungs arrested, eyes almost rolled in the back of her head. Burn! Burn! Burn! Her asshole burned. Tears trailed down her face. Her screams muffled with his hand, her teeth dug into the chain, her lip caught between and bled. Sir glided in out of her ass, Shaye sobbed when Dallas stuck three of his fingers inside her pussy. Full, she was full.
When Sir slapped several times over the spot where her lip bled, she muffled a cry.
Her walls shuttered when he picked up the pace.
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sp; The collar dug into her skin as he pulled on her leash.
She couldn't think anymore, she couldn't see, didn't know, she barely recognized her own name.
Lost in lust, she sucked the blood on her lip, tugged the chain in her mouth, and pulled hard until the clamps sprung from her nipples. When Sir bit her shoulder, she screamed her release and would've fallen if Sir didn't hold her up.
Only to use her some more.
EIGHT
Weight pressed on her body. She willed her eyelids to open to his hazel ones. He pushed himself inside her then glided in and out of her with ease as his hands, behind her neck, removed the collar. When he buried his head into the crook of her smooth neck and touched his lips to her skin, she stretched her hands above her head and watched, yet again, the sunrays play over the tent's roof. Last night, she didn't topple the house, though the sky might as well fall on her now. Metal snaps of the collar clicked when they hit the ground. Deep inside her, his cock loved her.
Sir fucked her, slow and gentle, only stopping for a second to lift her ass with the palm of his hand and anchor himself deeper inside. She gasped, hitched a breath, when he hit her spot. He rose above her, strong and masculine, and her hands, like a mannequin’s, rested on his chest while their eyes locked. Hers misted with tears, though not the sad kind, just the outpour of emotion kind.
She didn't think this man could be gentle while he took that which was his to take. After yesterday morning, she didn't think they were here for morning gentle sex. It spoke to her of commitment regardless of the lost leather on the floor. Morning sex, so very vanilla and beautiful just as much as the things they did last night, lifted her spirits. Under him, Shaye moaned, not sure of their future but this moment she kept for herself. She raised her head and kissed his mouth.
Sir lowered his lips to hers, keeping to one side of her mouth. The other was swollen. He kissed her, his tongue sought entrance inside and she let it brush against hers. He was everything she needed, a storm that threatened to sweep away the single, small, island in the middle of the sea. Alone on Earth, the storm had its way with the island, lifted its defenses and replaced them with rain, food for the lands after years of drought. She was grateful for this weekend.
They didn't speak. They didn't feel the need to rob the moment of silence. Silence lived in the dark corners of the words. She sucked his bottom lip when his body tensed, and she lifted up to meet his thrusts, rub her clit on his pelvis. They found their release quietly, lost in the confusion of their joining.
Sir propped his forearms around her head, and lifted his body, his cock leaving her empty. She pouted. Eyes on the right side of her lip he said, “I iced it last night. Good Morning, Shaye."
He didn't call her his puppy, and she felt her heart chip, a small piece of it fell next to the collar. Did she misunderstand the morning sex? He said it happened to him in the past when his submissives wanted more. He was so good at what he did, Shaye slipped into a routine of sitting by his feet in two days. She swallowed her loses, kept them for when she was alone and said, "Good Morning, S—"
"Robert,” he said. “Let’s break for a bit." He kissed the split corner of her lip.
"Okay." She fisted her hands.
"You fell asleep on the floor. It's like you have a switch and it shut off. Never seen that before."
He appeared worried, his eyes roamed over her face. "I'm fine, had a great time." Her nipples tingled, her lip was swollen, her neck felt scratched, and she'd enjoy sitting on her marked ass on the ride home. She touched the side of her face, felt abrasions, and smiled. "Great time. You?"
"I put cream on your ass, massaged it for ten minutes and you slept through it all." He shook his head. "In the end, I sat back and checked your pulse."
"Oh!" She didn't think her deep sleep troubled him, but off course it would. Exhausted from the day on the ski, the sun on her skin, and the night in between her men, she rested. "I'm sorry, I'm a deep sleeper and after a night like that, I guess I was tired."
"Yeah," he sat up, his feet hit the ground. Standing, he removed a condom and threw it in the plastic grocery bag next to…the vacant floor space.
"You've packed." Only his big cooler and the mattress still remained in the tent, their clothes folded on top of it in neat piles.
"Took a call this morning. Had to take it, so I'm heading out early." He walked to the cooler, threw on a white t-shirt and jeans then sat back on the mattress and started on his boots. Shaye willed her soles on the floor and shuffled, checking if they were as tender as her ass. Good to go. She needed to hurry and get out of his way, let him fold the tent, finish up the weekend. "Do you need help with anything?"
"Dallas said he'd pack it for me, so you'll take it back with you.”
Shorts, shirt and flip-flops on, she watched him open the cooler.
Gun harness around his waist, a black—not a worn brown—wallet tucked in the back of his jeans, he faced her, his feet shoulders apart. Like Friday, she didn't linger. She walked to him and hugged his waist. His shirt didn't smell like cologne this time, only clean detergent. "Thank you," she cleared her throat, "Robert. Don't be a stranger."
He padded her back and kissed the top of her head. She buried her nose in his chest and inhaled passed the lump in her throat. What a shame. She really liked him.
"What's SS35 stand for?" he said.
"Shaye Stein. March 5th is my birthday." He could take her name and her birthday. She didn't care seeing as she lost the collar. Maybe he'd even cut her lose tonight when she checked in. He didn't comment on her probe about their relationship.
"Up here."
His eyes weren't sad, not even a little bit. They were hard and a smile tugged on his lips. They watched each other for a while before Shaye decided to say, "If you tell me why, I'd learn from it. Like this, I'm walking out of here dumbfounded. I don't think that's too much to ask."
Robert took her face between his hands. "Watching you now, I'm thinking I'm evil."
"It’s okay, you're not evil. I'm not your girl that's all. Shit happens, right?" Wrong, but what else could she say? He made up his mind and she didn't beg, not now. She did her best over the weekend, she was herself the entire time and if he didn't like it, then it would just come up later when they were both too far in to give up easy. She couldn't change who she was, only do the best she could in hopes it would please him. It didn't.
She felt a cold weight settle over her chest, like the air froze in the middle of the summer. When tears threatened, she covered with a smile.
He tilted his head. "I like you. I like you far too much for my own good, but I got to get to work. Call me when you arrive home." He kissed her forehead, lingered for few seconds then left.
Shaye stood in the tent. Dumbfounded. Were they still doing their long distance thing or did he leave her for his own good? Because he liked her too much. What a sorry ass excuse. Shit! She kicked the stupid air mattress then jumped on it combing for the plug, actively, yet again, ignoring the collar on the floor. In the upper corner, she found the plug, and yanked it open. Air whistled out. She beat the mattress and stomped her feet until it lay battered, flat on the floor.
She stomped on it some more.
"Easy there killer," came from the door. Dallas, dressed in blue shorts, tight yellow shirt, and blue flip-flops, waved. That mouth that didn't smile as much this morning was on her pussy last night. Oh man, what now? "We okay?" she asked.
"Yep, we cool," he licked his lips and wiggled his eyebrows.
They were good. At least she had that. She turned back to the mattress, stepped on the ground and started to fold it. Dallas gave her space, weary of the angry, sad, and crazy. She worked on the mattress, kept busy, got her head on straight for the drive home. She yanked the folded mattress and dragged it outside, while Dallas unhooked the ropes of the tent.
The sun beat down on the Earth like a mighty Viking. It packed about a hundred degrees this Sunday morning. The sky was blue, not a storm cloud above her.
The river ran its course, oblivious to her breaking heart. All around her happy birds chirped in the trees. She stomped feet away from the harmony, and dragged the air-deprived mattress all the way to the street.
Once Dallas finished folding the tent, they loaded the cooler in the trunk of her car. As she tried to fit the big thing inside the trunk, something kicked the sides. She flipped open the top. A clear plastic bag. Shaye picked up the bag, unzipped it, and took out an inch thick leather collar. Pet store tag, no price. She read a note he left her:
My sweet puppy,
How I LOVE to watch you squirm. Plan to make a hobby out of it. Hope you like your collar and I'll put it on next time I see you. Do not wear it before, but you can look at it as much as you want. ;) Tonight, same place same time. Be a little late would you? Not that I need an excuse.
Yours,
Robert Hart
P. S. I'll miss you.
Shaye slammed the trunk closed, and hopped on top of it, wincing when her sore ass hit the warm metal. Later in the afternoon, at home, her back to the mirror, she would admire his work but for now, she read his note again. He'd miss her. Miss her! She cupped her face and laughed then let the pretty sky bathe her face. It was a good morning after all. Damn him. Beside her Dallas snorted, holding back laughter.
“Did you know?"
"Dude," he held up his palms, "he was worried last night. It was like you were in a coma. Wow, crazy shit, so when he finished up tending, cleaning you up, he got to work around the tent. Man on a mission, all caveman and shit. Said he'd make you pay for it. I think he was having fun though. He seemed like it."
"And you? What were you doing?"
"Eating burgers." He shrugged. "Man can cook, but needed more hot sauce. Saved you some in my cooler." He hopped off the trunk, and headed for the passenger seat. "Come on, let’s head out."