Temptations

by Tasia Winters

  Fear knotted in my stomach. "Are you talking about Simon, Daddy?"

  He nodded. "Pet, I need this new club to go through. Simon is the man to… facilitate the whole thing. I need him to be happy."

  I knew that was true. I also knew that Simon had a… fondness for me. After his friend Piotyr had used my pussy, Simon had decided he wanted a taste for himself.

  "Are you going to come and work in Victor's new club, little ‘Tasia?"

  I was mindless. I looked down at him as his cock pushed into me. He pinched harder, smiling as I gasped.

  "I... I don't know, Daddy. I..." He was going to make me come if he kept that up. He began alternating between pinching me and flicking my nub with his fingers.

  "You can tell Victor that I want you there. I want to be able to bring my boys there and fuck you as I please. I'll give him his club..." He sighed and trembled as he pushed himself inside me. "But I want you there. That's the deal."

  His words made me tremble. There was something about Simon that frightened me. He had a coldness about him, a hardness that Master Victor did not have. Still, it wasn't my say. Even as he spoke, I spasmed again, gripping his thick cock with my velvet wetness.

  "Yes, Daddy. If Master Victor agrees, I will be there." I didn't really know what I was saying, and I didn't care. His cock was like a steel rod inside me. He pinched me harder, and I mewled.

  "You want me to make certain Simon is happy." He must have seen the concern on my face.

  "I despise the man." Master Victor spoke plainly. "He is weak, and doesn't know how a girl needs to be cared for." Master Victor sighed. "You know I am very careful with who I allow near my girls. Simon is a man I am... on the edge about."

  "It sounds like trouble either way."

  He nodded. "It's a risk. I either let him have his way with some of my prized girls, at his leisure, or I don't get Los Lobos." He gave me a look. "We have been working on a club in Tijuana for a long time. It's a large investment."

  "I know." I nibbled on a muffin. "You know I will do whatever you ask, Daddy."

  He ran his fingers through his hair. "I know, baby girl. That's why I'm being so careful. It's my job to take care of you." He sighed. "He asked me about your position here. I told him I was training you to be one of my Dom girls. I told him about Kira."

  I froze the muffin partway to my mouth. Kira was my girl. Mine. It was one thing to have Simon in charge over me, but over Kira? She was too sweet, too giving. A man like Simon...

  He would break a girl like Kira.

  "Daddy." I felt carefully for the proper words. "The idea of Kira and Simon makes me feel afraid."

  "Me too, baby girl. I would never let her go to him alone."

  I caught his implication. "He wants us both."

  Master Victor nodded. "This weekend. You and Kira are to go to Simon's place in the financial district."

  "For the entire weekend?"

  He nodded. "It gets worse. It's the same weekend I am scheduled to fly to Tijuana. It's the final site look over. I'll be there for days."

  That WAS worse. Not only would we be with a man I didn't exactly trust, but my Daddy would be far out of town. I didn't think Simon would harm us per se. He was just dangerous.

  But I'll admit that danger gave things an extra edge.

  "I don't suppose it could wait until you were back?" I knew the answer before I was finished asking. Of course my Daddy had already tried that.

  "I've put the man off twice." He was shaking his head. "I'm afraid that this weekend will have to be it." He reached over and caressed my face.

  "I'll do whatever you need, Master Victor."

  He smiled. "I know. Fortunately, even though I will be gone, I can send someone else in my place, someone who I trust with my girls."

  That was when it all fell into place. I saw it, as if the entire situation was laid before me, bare. My voice trembled.

  "Autumn. You're going to send Autumn."

  He nodded. "She will make certain that everything is handled appropriately. It's not as good as being there personally, but almost. I trust her to take care of my affairs."

  I, on the other hand, did not. Lydia had told me, a mere day before, that Autumn was out for me, was looking to put me in the Closet. Autumn was also the reason that Kira was my girl; she had gone too fast with Kira, too quickly.

  Autumn was trouble. I knew that deep in my heart.

  But I couldn't tell Daddy that. I had no direct proof. I couldn't stand against anything he wanted. No, this was going to have to be a situation where I had to be strong and use my best judgment. Above all, I had to make certain that Daddy's affairs were handled, and that everything was done as he would wish.

  I smiled. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you for making certain we are taken care of."

  3

  It was Thursday, two days later.

  I had spent the two days worrying about the weekend, about Simon and Kira. Now, I thankfully had other things to focus on.

  Like what Lydia was doing to my nipples.

  I had silver clover clamps on them and my arms stretched over my head. I was standing, in Lydia's plush room. She had rope around my wrists, and it was tied to a metal loop in the ceiling.

  I was whimpering.

  "I know my little puppy loves having my fingers in her pussy." She smiled at me, her green eyes shining. Technically, her fingers weren't in my pussy. Instead, they were dancing all around my clit. I was wet as a spring storm, and moaning uncontrollably at her touch.

  "Yes, Mistress. Please fuck me. Please make your little bitch come."

  "I have a better idea." She pulled gently on the clover clamps, and tears sprung to my eyes. I hated the evil clamps. Master Victor had them specially made, and the spring inside was fierce.

  "No, Mistress, please..."

  Then, while holding the chain to my poor nipples, she gently touched a vibrator to my slickness.

  "Oh... Oh, God. Mistress Lydia... “She was holding it against me very lightly. I wanted to grind against it. I wanted to moan and tremble and come all over her floor. The pain and pleasure warred in my body, and I whined.

  "Please what, little bitch?"

  "Please let me come for you. Please let me show you how a good little doggie comes for her Mistress."

  "I probably will." She eased up on both the clamps and the vibrator, and walked around me. Chuckling, she traced her fingers along the curve of my ass.

  "Looks like Daddy was a little fierce with my girl the other day."

  I was still bruised from the spanking Master Victor had given me. It wasn't an intense bruising, but there it was.

  "Yes, Mistress. I almost came without Daddy's permission."

  She clicked her tongue. "That's not a good girl at all. Daddy was right to punish you." She wrapped her hands around my waist. I felt her breasts push against my back, and her voice was breathy in my ear. "But I'm happy it happened. It means I can spank my little puppy and Daddy won't know that the bruises aren't from him."

  My voice was a whisper. "Please, don't beat me Mistress. I haven't done anything wrong. I'll be a good girl."

  Her musical laugh was soft in my ear. "Oh, puppy. I know you're a good girl." She kissed the back of my neck. "I'm not spanking you because you've been bad."

  My heart sank.

  She kissed me again. "Do you know why I'm going to spank you little puppy?"

  "Because you can."

  "Yes." Her voice was pleased. "I'm going to spank you because I can and I want to. I'm going to spank you because it makes me wet to hear you cry.”

  Lydia walked across the room and opened a drawer. She smiled as she pulled a long wooden paddle out. It was a thick, evil looking thing.

  "Please, Mistress." I knew it was a lost cause. She was going to do as she wished with me. There was no fighting it.

  "I assume you are begging me to spank your pretty ass?" She winked at me as she walked towards me.

  I shuddered. Being spanked by Lydia was the last thing
I wanted. At least my service to Master Victor was honestly given….

  Hmmm.

  My relationship with Master Victor was very different from my relationship with Lydia. He always wanted me to be honest, and our time was about me growing as a submissive and a person.

  She, on the other hand, only wanted a toy.

  Did I owe honesty to Lydia? Did she deserve my submission? Apparently, Master Victor didn't think so….

  That gave me an idea.

  "I want you to use me for your pleasure, Mistress." I caught her with my brilliant eyes. It was absolutely the sluttiest, most sultry look I could give.

  She brought my face close to hers. "Do you, little puppy? Even if that means me spanking you?"

  No. Of course not. I'm only here so you will keep me safe.

  I whimpered and licked her face. "I need it. I need you to use me." I pulled back and looked at her, my gaze smoldering. I bit my lip. "Only be careful. I don't want Daddy asking me why some of my bruises are straight edges like your paddle. He hit me with his hand." I looked down, as if embarrassed. "I won't be able to lie to Daddy, Mistress. Simon will see the marks on my ass tomorrow if you leave them too obvious."

  Please hear what I'm really trying to say.

  That stopped her for a second. "Simon? You're seeing that pig tomorrow?"

  Thank God.

  I nodded. “Daddy is going to his new club site, and he is sending Kira, Autumn and me to entertain Simon."

  The smile drifted from her face. "That's... that's dangerous, puppy. Autumn will be the authority over both Kira and you." She frowned. "And Daddy will be gone. That's not good at all."

  No shit.

  She set the paddle down. "We need to talk about this, but not until I'm through playing with you." She walked behind me. "Bare hand it is. Arch your pretty ass out for me, puppy."

  I whimpered. "Yes, Mistress."

  Lydia began spanking me gently at first, but soon she had me writhing in pain. She didn't spread her strikes out, but concentrated on the same area of my ass, moving closer and closer to my exposed wetness. I moaned and writhed, no longer putting on a show. It's a fact that I love to be used, that I love being a fuck toy. Even in situations like this, my body couldn't resist her. Her hand burned where it struck me, and sent pain coursing through me. I gasped and wailed. My desire wet my thighs.

  "Every time you move away from my hand, I'm giving you five more swats."

  "Yes, Mistress." I arched my ass outwards, whimpering. She struck me seven more times, fierce, savage strikes. I could hear her breath catch as she did it. I knew that if I looked, her eyes would be wide with arousal. When she straddled my face, her desire would be running like a river of salt and sweet.

  She rubbed my ass. I hissed from the pain. She walked around me, and held her face inches from mine. I must have looked a mess, with mascara running down my face. Whimpering, I licked her face, my breath stuttering with sobs.

  "I'm going to spank your pussy, ‘Tasia."

  Despair. I began to cry. “Please. Mistress. Please don't."

  "I'll do what I wish, little bitch. I'll spank you until I decide to use your mouth."

  "I can't…"

  "I don't care what you want, or what you think you can't do." She ran her hand between my legs. Of course I was gushing. She smiled as her finger ran across my sensitive nub and I softly moaned. "My pussy. I'm going to spank these sweet lips, just to hurt you. Just so you scream. Just because I can."

  And then she began.

  I tried not to scream, but it was a lost cause. Her hand on my aroused pussy was excruciating. After five loud, wet smacks, I decided to try begging. "Please use my mouth, Mistress!! Please let me eat you!"

  "Do you think you're worthy of my pussy, bitch?"

  I was crying wildly. My words were practically incoherent. "No Mistress. But...please let me try, OH… let me try and make you come on my face!"

  Anything to make her stop. I would do anything.

  "How about twenty more on your ass, and then I'll let you taste me?"

  "Yes, Mistress. Please. Please spank my ass. Punish my poor ass and then make me eat you. Make me your little bitch…"

  She wasted no time. Now she alternated cheeks, spanking my poor ass until it was beet red. Every strike was like fire through my body. I was crying wildly, with my makeup running down my face. It was a fight to keep my ass pushed out towards her, but I did, and she kept spanking me. With my skin already so tender, it was as bad as a caning. I cried so hard I thought I would be sick.

  Then, her mouth was in my ear. "Are you ready to eat my pussy, little bitch?"

  I practically wept with relief. "Yes, Mistress. Please let me worship your pussy. Let me show you what a good girl I am."

  She walked around to the front of me and leaned in. I licked her face, like the good little puppy I was. She took the clamps from my nipples.

  I screamed. If I hadn’t had the clamps before, I would have thought that Lydia gave them a final squeeze before taking them off. There is no pain like blood flow suddenly returning, once it has been cut off. It was pleasure and pain. Relief coursed through me.

  "Thank you, Mistress. Oh, oh…."

  She untied my arms. My legs were like rubber. I collapsed into the thick carpet, my arms sore from being over my head for so long. She rolled me over, gently, like I was something precious.

  Then, she was straddling my face.

  No matter how poorly she treated me, I never grew tired of Lydia's scent. She smelled of wild things, of hidden places. Our session had certainly worked her up. Even before I stuck out my pretty pink tongue, she was already dripping on my face.

  "Would you like to eat me, little puppy?" Before I could answer, she snaked a hand between my thighs and started rubbing. My words came in a long, hungry moan.

  "Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress." God damn but I was close. I hadn't realized how close she had brought me from the spanking.

  Then, her sweetness was on my face.

  She was sitting on me, her back to my face. She eased down on me, and I became entranced.

  Lydia's pussy was like tropical rain. I reached her with my tongue, only to gasp as she continued playing with my slick wetness.

  "Oh, my good little bitch." Her voice was a soft moan. Take care of me, and you can come, little ‘Tasia."

  "Yes. Yes, Mistress." I buried my tongue in her.

  I don't know why I love oral sex with a woman so much, but it is nearly my favorite thing. Lydia ground down on my face, smearing my mouth and cheeks with her wetness.

  "Yes. Oh yes! ‘Tasia. That's a good girl. Oh.... Be my good little bitch."

  The whole time, her fingers were flying. My hips thrust upward, and I was moaning into her.

  I know it's not normal. Lydia had just beaten me until I screamed, and now she was using my mouth. I wasn't even a person; I was just a possession, something she was using to get off with. I might as well have been a dildo for all that she cared about my feelings.

  And for reasons I can never explain, the entire idea just made me need her. I was trembling under her touch. I wanted to wail, to scream. I wanted to fuck myself against her hand until I squirted all over her floor.

  "You like this, don't you, you dirty little bitch?" I could hear the smile in her voice. "It makes you wet to know that you're nothing more than a toy for me. You like that I'm going to use your mouth whenever I need to."

  I couldn't talk. My tongue was scooping her wild, musky wetness into my mouth. I could tell she was close to finishing. Her entire body was tense, like a bow string.

  But I was going to come first.

  I paused, just for a moment. "Please…" It was one word. One word, accompanied by my hips, thrusting up towards her. Then, I bore down on her, knowing that pleasing her was the best way to beg.

  "Hmmmmmm." She sighed. It was a sound of satisfaction. "I'm close, puppy. Make me come, and then you can."

  My "Yes, Mistress" was a muffled, wordless sound. I attack
ed her caramel sweet nub, licking her pretty pink skin while she moaned and sighed my name. Her nectar poured from her and I slipped one, then two slender fingers inside her. Slowly, I fucked her with my hand, while my tongue danced.

  "Yes…. YES. Oh, ‘Tasia. Oh what a good little puppy you are. Oh. Oh fuck…." She was rhythmically gripping my hand as she pushed herself backwards against me.

  Then, she started to come.

  Lydia's voice was a wordless wailing as she shoved herself against my hand. It was like being doused with her scent and wetness. It was so intimate, being inside her. Her muscles gripped at me, almost hard enough to hurt.

  As her moans slowly gave way to short, piercing screams, I began to fuck her harder. "God...yes." Her movements were animalistic. "Fuck me, you bitch. Fill me. I want to be so full of you...oh...oh, God... Fuck me…. God damn… Fuck me."

  I whimpered as she came. Her fingers were absolutely dancing. I didn't want to come so soon but…

  God. I might not be able to help it. She was like an artist, like a musician playing my pleasure. I was whining, begging like a dog.

  "Yes. Please. Oh...oh... Yes." She rocked her hips back against me. I pulled away, shifting myself as she sighed. When I pushed my way back into her, her voice was a low, ragged moan.

  "Oh fuck. There's more. Oh…." Her body went tight again, and then she started to scream. Wetness poured from her bathing my fingers and face. Every muscle in her body trembled and jerked, and she rambled nonsense as she forced herself onto me. I thought she would break my nose; she fucked my face so hard.

  But it didn't matter. I was going to come.

  Through it all, she worked me relentlessly. Finally, the hour long beating, the degradation, had worked its way into me. My hips thrust of their own accord. I couldn't beg, couldn't cry her name, I could only wordlessly scream into her as she made me come. My hips pumped upwards, against her.

  I was completely out of control. I was riding the wave of pleasure she gave me. My Mistress. She owned my pussy, and now she was using it.

  "OH……" I stopped licking her; I had to. The screams forced their way out of me, like a series of small explosions.