Then, I was laughing.
I don't know why. For a moment, everything was right. All was well within the world. I didn't feel her move, but Lydia did. She was caressing my face.
"That's a good girl. Rest, good girl."
I did. I was exhausted. I lay there on her floor, and fell asleep.
In hindsight, that was my mistake. Autumn came later and needed Lydia for some house duty. The entire next day passed and I never got to see her.
That's how it came to pass that on Friday night, I was headed to Simon's place, with Kira and Autumn in the car. Master Victor was out of town, and Lydia never had her chance to have her talk with me.
As such, I was alone, and Autumn was in control.
Simon Says
Everything was out of control.
I had to thank Lydia, in the end. Even though she hadn't really been able to protect me from Autumn, at least she had warned me. It was only because of Lydia that I understood how much trouble I was actually in.
"Are we ready, ladies?" Autumn's voice was a satisfied purr. She looked stunning in her short red dress and black heels. Say what you will about Autumn, but she knew how to put herself together. Her makeup was flawless, and she smelled like jasmine.
Autumn walked like the wind over water.
"As ready as we're getting, I suppose." I managed a smile. Kira stood next to me, a nervous doe. I gave her a one armed hug, and my girl flicked a smile at me.
"Don't worry, girls. Daddy had a long talk with Simon. I'm sure we are going to have a wonderful time."
I put on a brave face, and looked at Kira. "She's right, you know, we are going to have a wonderful time."
No. We weren't going to have a wonderful time.
Simon was Master Victor's business partner, for Los Lobos, his new club in Tijuana. He was an intense man, who had developed a... taste for activities with me. Of course, I belonged to Master Victor, and so it wasn't really my say whether Simon got to exercise his taste.
The man terrified me.
Simon hadn't ever ...harmed me. But he could. I had seen it in him the one time we had a session together. His heart was as hard as his eyes, and he didn't have the same care for a woman that Master Victor did.
That was the difference, really. Master Victor taught us about strength through submission. He taught us that we could be stronger than anything someone else could do to us.
Simon, on the other hand, simply seemed to enjoy cruelty. I didn't know if he disliked women, or if he simply had power issues, but when we had been together, he hadn't been trying to teach me…. anything, really, he had simply been doing as he wished, and then discarded me.
I will admit that there was a thrill of danger in that, but there was a lot more than just that going on today. Today Master Victor was out of the country, which left Kira and I directly under the thumb of Autumn.
Autumn thought she had a score to settle with both of us.
Kira was the newest girl in the house, and had gone to Master Victor to request that I be her Mistress, instead of Autumn. Autumn was known for being harsh, and it had been a bit much for Kira. When our Daddy had agreed, my position had been elevated, and I also was out from underneath Autumn's attentions.
Autumn hadn't been happy.
"What will you be expecting of us, Mistress?" I looked demurely at Autumn. "You've obviously spoken with Simon; and we don't want to let you down."
She smiled at me. One well-manicured hand slid up Kira's leg. "I'm certain you understand what Simon wants, puppy. You've played with him before." Her eyes flickered to Kira. "Only this time, I think he'd like to watch what you do with your little pet." She smiled. "Perhaps, if you're lucky, that's all it will be. Perhaps Simon wants to sit and watch you make your girl scream for him."
Something about the way Autumn was smiling at me made me believe that I would not be so lucky.
2
Once we arrived, Autumn stepped from the car first. "Come along, puppy. Bring your chew toy." Her smile was like poison. "Simon will be here soon."
Autumn seemed to know exactly where she was going. She led Kira and I through a few rooms, and made herself a drink while we sat.
We didn't wait long.
When he arrived, Autumn went to greet him. She laughed musically, and then stepped away into another room.
She gave me a long look as she left.
"Sweet ‘Tasia." Simon's voice was gruff, as always. He walked up to us, smiling like a cat. As a means of greeting, he looped a hand around my waist and kissed me fiercely on the mouth.
Simon is an impossible man to describe, in some ways. He is handsome to look at; tall, with intensely dark eyes and hair. His Spanish accent is fluid and light. When he smiles at me, I am suddenly a little girl, giggling and a little afraid.
On the other hand, he is cold. Not cold like ice, but cold like sharp steel. He could take me without feeling; could fuck me and make me scream simply because it pleased him.
It had only been a few weeks since he had me, but he had been fierce. He had pinched my clit and made me come while he was hurting me. I thought about it as he kissed me, and couldn't help moaning just a little against his mouth.
“Please Daddy? May I come?" I looked down at Simon. He was smiling at me.
"Yes, little whore. Come for me. Come on my cock and show me that I own your sweet pussy."
"Yes, Daddy." I began bucking wildly on him, grinding myself against him. He held my hips, smiling as I moaned, as I begged for him.
"Oh, Daddy. I love your cock. I love the way you fuck me."
His fingers began to work me faster, and I gasped. The spasms were tremors before an earthquake. I felt myself gush on him again, and he smiled as my warm wetness coated him.
Then, he pinched my nub, hard. He pinched me, and began to rapidly piston himself into my deepest recess. My moans turned into wails, and I cried out was I felt the first whispers of orgasm overtake me.
It was like an explosion in my body. I was trembling, moaning, and, for some reason, shaking my head. It was as if I was saying ‘No,’ but I don't know what to. My orgasm was a tidal wave; was a summer storm on the horizon. I babbled and cried, and Simon pinched me harder.
I screamed. I don't think I've ever screamed so loudly.
And then, I came.
I squirted, my honeyed nectar running down his body. I couldn't believe how much there was. It was like my body was a fountain. I came three times, then a fourth, all in an odd, machine-gun like procession. My screams were in staccato bursts; I don’t even know what I said. I felt Simon tighten and heard his breath catch. Then, he released me, and grabbed my hips, powerfully shoving himself into me.
My orgasm had been so intense that I had a hard time sitting upright, but I did. I was like a wrung out rag, smiling and giggling in reaction.
He fucked me, groaning and sighing contentedly as he jerked once, then twice, and he filled me with his seed.
Simon broke the kiss and then looked at Kira. She was stunning. Her makeup and hair were nothing short of art, and the skirt she wore was ridiculously short, showing a lot of her fair skin.
"This must be Kira, your girl." His eyes devoured her. I saw her fight to hold his gaze. "She is everything Autumn said she was. I look forward to watching you... interact."
"My girl is very eager to serve, Simon." I couldn't help but slightly emphasize the word "my".
"I can see that." If he noticed my emphasis, he didn't say anything. His eyes were holding hers in an intense gaze. I was afraid she was going to start crying.
I stepped in closer. My lips were right next to his ear. He smelled like cedar smoke.
"Where do you want us, Simon?" My voice was kitten-soft. "Where do you want to watch what I do to her?"
Simon looked at me. His grin was manic, wild. "I have a place prepared." He turned, holding his hand out for me.
I took it, and we went down the hallway.
It was only a few minutes later, but Kira and I were alread
y in our roles. I had brought her a leash, and she was naked, on her knees. The floor was covered with thick, luxurious carpet, and Simon was sitting in a leather chair, watching us.
"What can I do for you, Mistress?" Kira's eyes were gleaming. Was it possible that we were only going to put on a show for Simon? I winked at her, but my tone was stern.
"Lick my foot, little whore. She me how you use your tongue."
"Yes, Mistress." Her arms were clasped behind her back, and I hadn't told her she could use them. She awkwardly bent down, pressing her pretty breasts into the floor. I felt her lick my foot, tentatively at first, but soon with greater hunger. Simon toasted his glass towards me, obviously enjoying the sight of Kira's pretty ass arched upwards towards him.
"Rub yourself, sweet one. Reach between your legs and rub yourself wet while you lick my foot.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
I could smell her musk in the air; could hear the soft wet sounds as she rubbed herself. It was good. Arousal had overcome her fear. She moaned and sighed as she suckled on my toes, as she licked her way along my foot. Her green eyes looked up at me, shining and wet.
She moaned with pleasure, and I could hear her fingers move more quickly against her wet skin.
I glanced over at Simon, and he had pulled his cock from his pants. In an instant, I realized what I should do. If I told Kira what to do, perhaps he would not. Perhaps he would simply lie back, and enjoy not having to be the one in charge....
"That's a good girl." I gave a quick jerk on her chain. "Let's crawl over here. I'm going to watch you suck Simon's cock."
"Yes, Mistress." Her voice quavered just the smallest bit. I pretended not to notice, and led her crawling towards Simon.
His dark eyes met my bright blues when I got close enough.
"Have you brought me something, little bitch?" There was a trace of smile around the edge of his mouth.
“I thought I'd like to watch my girl suck on your cock, Daddy." It was hard, walking the line between Mistress to Kira but submissive to Simon, but I like to think that I did well. I pulled her over to him, not gently, and made her kneel.
He put his hand underneath her chin. "She certainly does have a pouty little mouth." He smiled. "Would you like to suck my cock, little one?"
Kira's eyes only flickered to mine for a moment. Then, she held his gaze. "Yes, Daddy. Please." She lent her words the tiniest little purr. "Let me suck on your thick cock. Let me show you what a good girl Mistress ‘Tasia has taught me to be."
He leaned back, running his fingers through her bright red hair. His low chuckle was full of dark promises. "Show me then, little bitch. Show me what ‘Tasia has taught you to do with your mouth."
Kira glanced at me once more, and then leaned forward. Tentatively she licked his thick shaft, sighing contentedly as she tasted the salt of his skin.
"That's a good girl." Simon put his hand on the back of her head, and slowly pushed himself into her mouth. She made contented suckling noises as he started thrusting in and out of her mouth. Kira closed her eyes and took as much of him as she could, which was almost his entire shaft. Then, just as he was getting a rhythm, she opened her big green eyes and looked into his. I couldn't help but grin.
I taught her that. Men love for their submissive little girls to look up at them while they suck cock.
Simon smiled lazily at me. "You've taught her a few things, little whore." His glance flicked over to the far wall, where there were several implements hanging. I saw a multi-tail tawse, two or three riding crops, and a full bullwhip. "However, you didn't tell her to stop rubbing her pretty little pussy while she sucked my cock." He grinned darkly at her. "Why don't you let me hear what she sounds like when she disobeys you?"
My heart sank. Kira hadn't done anything wrong. There was no way that she could have continued masturbating as she crawled across the floor, so of course she had stopped.
Her rhythm skipped just a touch, and I knew her well enough to know what she was thinking. This wasn't the way we did things. Still, I had warned her. Simon would look for any excuse to punish us that he could find. If I denied him this, he would simply get angry, and then find something else.
"You're right." I spoke firmly. "My little bitch should have kept rubbing herself for you." Kira whimpered around Simon's cock, but I continued. "Don't worry, Daddy. I'll punish the little bitch. You sit there and enjoy her mouth and I'll take care of her for you."
Simon settled back, smiling. I turned and walked to the far wall, my mind racing.
It was imperative that I stay ahead of Simon where I could. If I was the one who punished Kira, then I could control how much my girl had to put up with. Listening to her enthusiastic sucking, I looked at the implements on the wall. The bullwhip was right out. I also wasn't interested in the riding crop. It often wasn't as fierce as some other methods, but it could be horribly cruel. I had no doubt that Simon was capable of spanking someone's clit with a riding crop, and I hoped to avoid that scene tonight.
A multi-tail would do.
When I had made my way back to Kira, she was positively devouring Simon's cock. He smiled as I walked up.
"I think your girl believes that if she does a good enough job now, I will forget her transgression." Kira whimpered prettily. "I have not. Please punish her while she services my cock."
I took a deep breath. "Yes, Daddy." I trailed the tawse down her back. She whimpered again, but at least she knew what was coming. We had played with a multi-tail several times.
"Daddy wants you to play with yourself, little bitch. Lift your ass as high in the air as you can and rub."
Mewling, Kira lifted her ass, so I could better strike her. At the same time, I saw her dainty fingers trail themselves along her wetness. She began rubbing herself, with most of her hand covering her clit.
Good girl. She understood. As long as I let her masturbate, the tawse would hit her hand- not her pussy. Focus was very important when sucking a man's cock, especially men like Simon. By letting Kira masturbate, I had made certain that the tawse wouldn't strike her most tender areas, and make her squeal at an inopportune moment.
Or worse, make her bite.
I trailed the tawse across her back once, twice, while letting her settle in. After a moment, she let out a long moan. I knew my girl. She might be afraid of the tawse, but she really was a submissive little thing. Rubbing herself with Simon fucking her pretty pink mouth- there was no way she wasn't enjoying this.
I was certain she was dripping all over her hand.
That's when I swung the first strike.
Kira jumped as I struck her, but didn't stop sucking Simon. He held onto her head, and kept his eyes on hers.
"That's good. She needs to know what she did wrong." I could imagine what he was seeing. I had seen her pretty green eyes filling with tears dozens of times.
He looked up at me. "Let's give her a dozen more, little bitch. Then we'll see where she is."
I took a deep breath. "Yes, Daddy."
I swung my arm back and forth, scoring thin red stripes across her pretty pale ass. Kira whimpered and cried, her hips swaying with each hit. Simon held her head, making certain he could watch her cry while she sucked on him. I tried to make the strikes as predictable as I could, but Simon would know if I played light with her. Kira's hand moved faster and faster, and I knew she was doing her best to get lost in the moment, pushing towards her orgasm to ignore the pain.
I stopped beating her. "Don't come, pretty slut. Daddy gets to tell you when. This pussy isn't yours."
Kira made a crying, mewling noise of acquiescence, and I began beating her again.
"She's right, whore. If you come, to try and avoid the pain, then you'll get more strokes. I'll make her beat you until you pass out."
She whimpered again, madly nodding her head as she wetly sucked his cock.
Simon was rock hard. He was watching her face, loving every minute. He was watching her tears pour down her face, watching her st
ruggle to breathe, and he loved it. He liked having my beautiful girl suck him- that was certain. But more important was the fact that she was hurting while she did it.
He didn't care about what she needed at all. It was all about what made his cock hard.
I stood behind her, whipping my girl’s pretty ass while she writhed and moaned. Simon caressed her hair, looking down on her with a smug, satisfied look as she serviced him. With my last strike, he pulled away.
"I think I prefer the kind of activity my bedroom can offer."
Kira was panting, makeup running down her face. I walked up behind her and ran my fingers through her hair. My eyes, however, were for Simon.
"You want us in your bed, Daddy?" I bit my lip, letting my eyes drift to his crotch. "You want us to see how hard we can make you?"
He smiled at me. It was a snake’s smile, a cold, cutting thing. "I do, ‘Tasia." His eyes drifted to Kira. "I want to see how far we can take your little toy."
I felt Kira stiffen next to me. I grabbed her leash.
"Come on, pet. Let's make Daddy happy." I gave a quick tug on her leash and she whimpered.
We walked down the hallway to his bedroom.
Kira crawled.
"You're on my cock." His hand was under my chin, and his face was an inch from mine, I could smell the bourbon. "I remember what a sweet little fuck you were. You sit on my cock while I taste your sweet bitch's pussy. Pleasure me while I devour her." He grinned.
"Yes, Daddy."
He leaned over, and reached down for Kira. He put his hand in her pretty red hair. "You're going to straddle my face, little whore." He dangled some clover clamps in front of her. I saw Kira's eyes tear up. "Little ‘Tasia here is going to torture your nipples while I eat you. I want to see how you taste while you cry."
"Yes, Daddy." Her voice was a terrified whisper.
"Stand up."
She did, quickly. She tried to remain still for him. He opened one end of the clamps, and fastened it onto her pink nipple.
Kira whined, but did not break his gaze.
"That's a good little bitch." He put the other one on her nipple, and then pulled on the chain.
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