It would be difficult to resist the pleasures of domination, she thought honestly. The position of control was good for her, creating a powerful excitement that helped her to achieve the most marvellous satisfaction. Yet she knew that if she was going to maintain her position in charge of Elysian Fields she would have to find another avenue for her passions. But she decided to vent her rage first and consider the problem later.
Glaring down at Wendy’s backside, Sky blamed the woman for a lot of her problems. She raised the riding crop high in the air, then brought it down against Wendy’s arse. The tip connected with a hollow slap, echoing from the walls of Sky’s bedroom.
Both Poppy and Wendy cried out in protest.
If Wendy had told the truth earlier this evening, Sky knew she would be punishing Jo Valentine by now. Perhaps that did not make things right, she conceded, but she would have felt justified in punishing someone who was supposedly spying on her. She raised the crop again and brought it down in a swift arc twice, then three times.
Wendy wailed as the crop caught her buttocks repeatedly. The cheeks of her arse were burning a bright red beneath the darkening welts. She trembled on the floor, shivering as though very frightened or very excited. Studying the glistening wetness that coated her labia, Sky suspected it was a combination of these two feelings. The pouting swell of Wendy’s lips had peeled open. The moist crease revealed silently demanded her attention.
Smiling darkly as she noticed the woman’s wet lips, Sky raised her crop and caned Wendy again. For the moment, it did not matter that sexual punishment was wrong and went against the ethos of Elysian Fields. Wendy seemed to be enjoying it, and, from the surly looks Poppy was doling out, Sky suspected the solicitor was missing the kiss of the crop’s tip.
With her good mood restored, Sky began to shout orders at the two women. She pushed the heel of one stiletto into the cheek of Poppy’s backside, forcing her to the floor. After barking a list of instructions, she grabbed Wendy’s hair and dragged her up from the carpet. As soon as Wendy was standing, Sky pushed her on to the bed. She still held the riding crop and raised it threateningly. With a wicked smile, she glared down at the terrified woman, trying to decide which part of her body to strike.
Wendy lay motionless on the bed. Sky had already taught her how to lie still during a punishment. The natural urge to protect herself had been beaten out of her and she lay rigid beneath the Black Widow, prepared to accept whatever chastisement was administered.
The sight of such submission inspired a wet tingle between Sky’s legs. Controlling her mounting excitement with a faltering breath, she tried not to smile as she stared down at Wendy. ‘This is going to be your last chance to speak before I punish you properly,’ Sky explained. ‘Where will I find Jo Valentine?
For an instant it looked as though Wendy was going to tell her. There was a hesitancy in her green eyes which grew as she glanced from Sky’s menacing frown to the wicked tip of the riding crop. Her lower lip trembled and Sky held her breath, waiting for the revelation to spill from Wendy’s mouth.
Then Wendy was shaking her head. ‘No,’ she whispered, and looked away from Sky in a bold act of defiance.
‘Bitch!’ Sky spat, slapping her riding crop angrily across Wendy’s nipple. Ideally she would have wanted Wendy to tell her where Jo was hiding, but the woman’s rebellion had it compensations. She slapped the tip of the crop across Wendy’s other breast with a sharp, vicious blow. Ignoring Wendy’s shrieks, Sky turned her attention to Poppy.
With typical obedience, Poppy had carried out her instructions to the letter. Sky had demanded a handful of items and Poppy placed each of them on the bedside table. With the task done, she took a step back. She studied Sky with an expectant expression that begged to be given another instruction.
Snapping her fingers and pointing, Sky motioned for Poppy to kneel on the floor. She handed her the riding crop then climbed on to the bed. Positioning herself over the prostrate Wendy’s face, Sky grinned down at her victim. Her slit was so close to Wendy’s face she could feel the warmth of each exhaled breath caressing her sex. ‘I want you to lick me, Wendy,’ Sky explained. Her tone was calm and almost conversational. ‘I want you to lick me, and lick me well. Once you’ve made me come, I’ll be prepared to listen to you. But I’m not listening until you’ve made me climax. Do you understand?’
With a fearful expression, Wendy nodded.
Sky lowered herself, pushing the lips of her pussy against Wendy’s tongue. She rested herself heavily on the woman’s face so that Wendy’s only option was to lap at her tight wet hole. Her sodden cleft was treated to a barrage of kisses and the titillation of a broad, hot tongue rubbing against it. Sky could feel her clitoris being teased by the delicious wet friction of Wendy’s mouth. The sudden thrill snatched a cry from her throat. Revelling in the heady joy of the stimulation, Sky lowered her body over Wendy’s moving her face towards the submissive’s gaping sex. With a casual snap of her fingers, she summoned Poppy to her side.
The solicitor responded instantaneously.
‘Suck her tits,’ Sky muttered, reaching past Poppy. She waited until the woman was suckling on one of Wendy’s nipples. It took only a moment before the two women were moaning. Even with her face buried into Sky’s mound, Wendy was still able to make muffled sounds of mounting enjoyment as Poppy teased the sensitive tips of her breasts.
With malicious glee, Sky exercised the pair of bulldog clips that Poppy had brought for her. She stared down at Wendy’s glistening lips, tracing a finger against the warm, wet flesh as she followed the line of the woman’s pussy.
Wendy’s muffled sighs deepened to a heavy pant and Sky heard herself groaning deeply. Wendy’s tongue was lapping furiously at the haven between her legs and Sky’s entire body was trembling with the elation of a threatening climax. But Sky was extracting her real enjoyment from the prospect of forcing Wendy to submit.
Originally, in the sauna, she had thought that Wendy was cowed and beaten. The woman had seemed to break beneath Sky’s domination and she had not anticipated being troubled by any hint of disobedience. Wendy’s defiance, therefore, had surprised her. Refusing to reveal the whereabouts of the Valentine woman had been an unexpected act of insurrection and Sky was not prepared to tolerate it. Before this evening was over, Sky was determined that Wendy would tell her where Jo was.
She eased the tip of her finger into Wendy’s sex and drew a small circle against the velvety inner wall. Using her finger and thumb, Sky teased the length of one silky pussy lip. The flesh was slick with excitement and Sky could not resist the urge to taste Wendy’s musky, fragrant juice.
Beneath her, Wendy moaned with tortured excitement.
As Sky watched, Poppy moved from the side of the bed she had been resting against, walked round and nestled herself on Wendy’s opposite side. Without a word to either of them, she began to nuzzle at Wendy’s other breast. Watching the way her deft tongue licked against the erect nub of Wendy’s nipple, Sky was touched by a fleeting pang of jealousy. She reached down to stroke Poppy’s hair and her fingers caught a handful of lank tresses. With a casual tug of her wrist, she pulled Poppy was from Wendy’s breast.
With the frightened look of a broken submissive, Poppy stared helplessly at Sky. Her meek expression made it clear that she was wondering what she had done to incur Sky’s wrath.
‘Leave her now,’ Sky instructed coolly. ‘Leave her and suck my tits.’
Nodding happily, Poppy placed her ripe lips round Sky’s breast and began to suckle on her nipple.
Sky drew an excited breath, relishing the tingle of pleasure that sparked in her breast. Her fingers had been toying with the lips of Wendy’s pussy and she saw that they were wet with the woman’s cream. She licked the honey from her hands, before picking up one of the bulldog clips and brushing it gently against Wendy’s sex.
Oblivious of what was caressing her, Wendy moaned happily.
Sky teased the clip open, surprised by the strong tension it
required. She rolled her fingers against the slippery wetness, teasing the folds of her inner labia between fingers and thumb. The thin length of warm flesh slipped from between her fingertips and Sky smiled to herself as she struggled to hold the skin firmly. Wendy was moaning beneath her, writhing gently from side to side as the thrill of Sky’s intimate caress excited her. She held herself still as soon as Sky commanded but it was still difficult to grasp the delicate lips without the slick flesh sliding between her fingers.
Excited by the cruelty of what she was about to do, Sky took a moment to enjoy the pleasure of Poppy’s mouth against her breast. The woman was no longer simply suckling at her breast: Sky could feel her becoming more adventurous, daring to tease the hardened nub of her nipple between gently biting teeth. The intensity of her enjoyment left Sky feeling hot and breathless.
Sliding the open clip over the pouting lips of Wendy’s sex, Sky listened to the woman’s sighs of pleasure growing beneath her. She teased the tip of her fingers against Wendy’s clitoris, extracting a groan of heartfelt elation. Having lured her into a false sense of security, Sky gently closed the clip.
Wendy’s shriek was so shrill it could have shattered fine crystal. Every muscle in her body seemed to stiffen and thousand pleas for Sky to stop tumbled over her lips. Her every breath was a snatched wail of distress.
Sky could feel the woman trying to sit up and move away from her. With deliberate calculation she lowered the lips of her sex over Wendy’s face and held her against the bed. Wendy squirmed beneath her, still trying to escape in spite of the way she was being held. With a malicious grin twisting her lips, Sky lowered her mouth to Wendy’s aching pussy and drew the tip of her tongue against the bead of her clitoris.
In a burst of spasmodic frenzy, Wendy bucked her hips up and down, rolling from side to side and almost pushing Sky from her position of dominance.
Determined to impose her will on the woman, Sky pushed herself hard on to Wendy’s face, pinning her firmly against the bed.
‘You’re ready to tell me where she is, aren’t you?’ Sky muttered.
Between gasps for breath, she heard Wendy whisper her words of assent. The easy way that the woman had allowed herself to be dominated made Sky smile proudly. She drew the tip of her tongue against Wendy’s clitoris for a second time, enjoying the contrary responses the action evoked. The clip was biting furiously hard against one lip of Wendy’s inner labia and Sky could imagine that the pain was stark and severe. The sensations that fired from Wendy’s sex were obviously more intense than she was prepared for. Each tentative flick of Sky’s tongue evoked a nerve-shredding jolt of euphoria that had her writhing helplessly. Her cries were torn between screams for release and shrieks of elation.
Sky laughed softly to herself, enjoying the woman’s discomfort more with each passing moment. She snapped her fingers at Poppy, gesturing for her to change breasts.
‘You’re ready to tell me where Jo Valentine is, but you haven’t fulfilled your part of the bargain yet, have you?’ Sky glanced down at Wendy, smiling into the expression of panicked confusion that strained her features. ‘I’m only going to listen to you once you’ve made me come,’ Sky explained, unable to stop the wicked smile from broaching her lips.
Knowing the woman beneath her was already at the outer limits of tolerable pain, Sky decided to add to her discomfort. She reached towards the bedside cabinet and retrieved a second bulldog clip. Making sure that Wendy could see what she was doing, Sky squeezed the clip slowly open.
Wendy shuddered. She buried her face against the intimate heat of Sky’s sex and began to lick furiously at the pink folds. Her hands went to Sky’s hips and she gripped tightly.
The urgency of her tongue, sliding eagerly over and into the warmth of her wet hole, left Sky shivering. Her fingers were trembling as she tried to guide the open bulldog clip over Wendy’s other inner lip. Not knowing if her shivers were caused by the tongue between her legs or her own sadistic pleasure, Sky moved her trembling hand closer to Wendy’s labia. With her other hand she teased the free lip of the woman’s pussy between a wet finger and thumb.
The tongue that had been filling her sex was suddenly snatched away. Wendy pushed herself back on the bed, overcome by the wealth of stimulation that erupted between her legs. Sky tried to lower herself back over the woman’s mouth but she rolled from side to side in such a feverish convulsion it was impossible to hold her. Determined to have the woman do her bidding, Sky placed the second clip around Wendy’s sex and allowed it to close firmly against the delicate flesh.
Once again, Wendy shrieked. Her wordless protest came in a faltering stammer of distress that sent shivers racking her body. She stiffened on the bed, trembled violently, then collapsed, suddenly still and quiet.
With Poppy’s mouth working its beautiful magic on her left nipple, Sky could not deny herself the mounting joy of her impending orgasm. With her face so close to the furious warmth of Wendy’s sex, Sky could smell the delicious, sweet scent of her bit excitement. She could also see the way that the metal bit wickedly into the sensitive flesh.
Holding a clip in each hand, Sky pulled Wendy’s labia wide open.
Beneath her, Wendy shuddered.
‘Make me come,’ Sky breathed softly. ‘Then I’ll take these off and let you talk.’ As though she was making a gesture of goodwill, Sky flicked the tip of her tongue against Wendy’s clitoris. With the clips pulling the flesh taut, her tongue was easily able to traverse the pulsing nub of her clitoris.
Wendy released a small gasp of pleasured pain and began to sob. Without needing to be told a second time, she placed her tongue over Sky’s sex and began to pleasure the woman.
Sky groaned. She could the warm, deliberate wetness of Wendy’s tongue as it stroked and licked the excited lips of her sex. The woman guided the tip against her clitoris then, before Sky could properly relish the experience, Wendy had slipped her tongue into her depths.
Shivering, Sky pushed herself against the squirming tongue, enjoying the delectable sensation of having it travel deep inside. The further down the tongue she squirmed, the greater her excitement became. The pressure of Wendy’s lower lip rubbing at the thrusting nub of her clitoris sent her closer to the brink of orgasm than she had anticipated.
When she first fastened the clips on Wendy’s pussy, Sky had imagined herself teasing the woman for hour upon hour. She had wanted to extract every last morsel of enjoyment from Wendy’s misery before allowing her the privilege of administering an orgasm.
As Wendy deftly teased the lips of her sex, sky could feel her plans changing. She braced herself for the impact of the climax, aware that it was going to be a strong one. The woman beneath her was holding tightly on to her hips, burying her face into the sodden furnace of Sky’s hole. Her tongue slid against the heated lips of Sky’s cleft then pushed into her again. He lips kissed and stroked at the responsive flesh, evoking waves of delight that left both women panting with heartfelt urgency.
Wendy eased her tongue out and pushed the tip against the rim of Sky’s arsehole.
With a groan of ecstasy, she pushed herself on to the intruding tongue, only vaguely wishing she could feel the penetration of something larger and more satisfying. The notion was swept from her mind as the first waves of pleasure struck. Her thoughts were lost in a spiralling frenzy of bliss and every hair on her body bristled. The climax was so great she could feel a spray of juice wetting her inner thighs and splashing on to Wendy’s face.
Concentrating only on her own pleasure, Sky was barely aware that she was pulling on the bulldog clips. Wendy stiffened beneath her and Sky heard her agonised groan. The sound was distant and she drew no real pleasure from the woman’s obvious discomfort. The strength of her own orgasm was more than enough for her. She found a moment to tickle the tip of her tongue against Wendy’s clitoris, forcing her to relish the confusing sensations of delight and distress in the same kiss.
Then Sky was doing her best to ignore the woman. There w
as only one important person in this room, Sky reminded herself: the Black Widow. With that thought at the forefront of her mind, she rubbed herself on to the probing tongue at her anus and savoured the pleasure. When the last wave of euphoria finally began to recede, she brushed Poppy absently away from her breast and stared down at Wendy.
The woman was still forcing her tongue against the slippery wetness of Sky’s holes and she had to be told twice before she stopped.
‘Are you ready to tell me where I’ll find Jo Valentine?’ Sky asked.
With a heavy expression, Wendy nodded. Sky smiled, unable to contain the expression of self-satisfaction that sparkled in her eyes. She opened the clips fully before sliding them from Wendy’s inner lips.
Wendy winced as the biting metal was removed from her.
Under other circumstances the sound of her discomfort would have been a spur to Sky’s waning arousal. However, she was struck by a moment’s sympathy when she saw the bruised lines that now marked the lips of Wendy’s sex. Sky knew the marks would fade within the hour and the bruising would fade within a day but she still felt a pang of guilt as she saw the injury she had caused. The thought lasted only for an instant and was virtually forgotten before she could give it proper consideration. Her concern for Wendy was replaced by envy.
Wendy’s aching cleft would be a haven of heightened sensitivity for the next day or two, giving her the chance to enjoy herself immensely. Thinking about this, Sky realised she had not been torturing the woman: she had been bestowing a benevolent gift on her. The realisation that she had just been charitable was whimsical enough to make her smile.
She eased her sex away from Wendy’s mouth, shifted position on the bed and lay next to the woman.
Wendy stared at her with green eyes that were fearfully wide.
After commanding Poppy to serve drinks, Sky leant over Wendy and kissed her. The tips of her fingers went to the woman’s breast, teasing the urgent thrust of her nipple and tracing circles against the areola. With each kiss she was able to taste the remnants of her climax on Wendy’s face. The flavour rekindled the fading embers of her excitement and it took a deliberate effort for her to move her mouth away. Reminding herself that she had other matters to attend to beyond the salacious needs of her sexual appetite, Sky contented herself with stroking Wendy’s stomach as she smiled down at her.
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