‘You planned all of this to hurt me, didn’t you?’ Sky demanded. Malcolm was shaking his head from side to side in frank refusal of this suggestion but she ignored him. She raised the crop high above his head and brought it down with a vicious swipe. The tip caught him smartly on the balls.
Jo flinched as she empathised with Malcolm’s suffering. She did not know what pain he had caused Sky, but she thought it would have to be something pretty drastic to merit this sort of punishment.
With a grunt of exasperation, Sky lunged at Malcolm for a second time. She caught his scrotum again, causing her former husband to howl with pained disbelief.
‘How dare you treat me like that?’ Sky bellowed. ‘I was granting you the divorce you wanted. I was being the good obedient little wife and you just thought you’d walk over me some more…’ Her voice trailed off as she stared at him.
Jo followed the line of her gaze and saw she was staring at Malcolm’s cock. After she had fucked him, Jo had watched his cock shrivel down and fall flaccidly against his thigh. Now it was twitching back to life with a speed that was alarming.
‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’ Sky demanded.
Malcolm did not bother to shake his head.
‘How long has this sort of thing excited you?’ she asked. Clearly knowing that she would not get a reply from him, Sky slapped the crop down against his inner thigh. A raised red line was left in its wake. ‘You never even suggested we play games like this while we were married,’ she muttered. ‘And now I find you bound and gagged in a storeroom, getting your rocks off by having your balls beaten.’ She shook her head slowly and made a small tutting sound at the back of her throat. ‘What have you turned into, Malcolm?’
He stared up at her with a pitiable expression. His eyes were open so wide Jo could see he was trying to plead with her, but she could not decide if it was a plea for Sky to stop or continue.
With one slender hand, Sky reached her fingers round Malcolm’s hard length and stroked his erection. There was a sly smile on her lips as she moved his foreskin back and forth over the swollen purple dome of his cock. She studied his massive shaft for a moment, seemingly lost in a world of fond recollections. Then she looked up and fixed her gaze on his eyes. ‘How long is it since I did this for you?’ she wondered aloud.
He shrugged, still regarding her with a healthy measure of apprehension.
‘It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?’ Sky said. ‘It’s been a very long time,’ she reiterated. As she spoke, her hand continued to slide up and down his shaft with a quickening pace.
Jo watched, mesmerised by the scene. There was something exciting about the way the Black Widow wanked her husband, but Jo could sense more in the situation. Her attention was caught by the woman’s delicate wrist sliding up and down over the mammoth cock. Jo tried to work out why Sky was now trying to please him. She did not think the woman had suddenly mellowed and she wanted to know her motivation.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ Sky observed, smiling down at him.
Malcolm nodded, healthy caution colouring his gaze.
‘I thought you would,’ Sky told him. ‘I’ve learnt how to please submissives like you since your funeral.’ She continued to smile as she said, ‘A little bit of pleasure is usually the best way to start. It helps to accentuate the intensity of what I do next.’
As though the words were her impetus, Sky pulled his foreskin down hard. Her hand gripped his cock tightly, sliding right down to the base.
From her vantage point, Jo could see the dome of his cock straining as his flesh was pulled uncomfortably taut. Malcolm made a struggling sound against his gag but it was as much of a protest as he could make. His arms and legs were secured against the chair and Jo suspected that, even if he could have moved, he would have remained sitting until Sky told him otherwise.
Sky lowered her mouth over the end the end of his cock and flicked the tip of her tongue against his glans. She was grinning up at him as she moved her lips close to the end of his length. Once hand still held the base while the other teased the tip of the riding crop against his neck. Her enjoyment of her former husband’s suffering was so obvious that Jo could have sensed it without looking at her.
‘You really do like this, don’t you?’ Sky muttered, moving her head away from him. A pearl of pre-come glistened on her lower lip and she licked it up with a dart of her tongue. All the time she kept her gaze fixed on him. ‘But I’ll bet you like this a lot more,’ she whispered. Taking a step away, she raised the riding crop high in the air and brought it sharply down. A thin red line appeared on his inner thigh where the blow had struck.
Before Jo had a chance to blink, Sky was delivering a second blow to Malcolm’s other thigh. He grunted unhappily against his gag but the sound was as close as he could come to begging her to stop. Another red welt appeared on his pale flesh, burning so brightly it was painful to look at it.
Sky started down at him with a merciless smile that brooked no pleas for leniency. ‘This is how you’ve been getting your pleasure, isn’t it?’ she demanded. She was holding the crop like a pointer and levelling it between his eyes. When Malcolm made no reply, she slapped his legs twice more. ‘Answer me for fuck’s sake,’ she snapped. ‘Is this how you’ve been getting your rocks off?’
His head was nodding up and down, as though it was pivoted on loose ball bearings.
‘What a coincidence,’ Sky growled. ‘I’ve been getting my pleasure by doing something similar.’ A cruel smile crossed her lips as she glared at him. ‘There’s an irony there that I can’t quite put my finger on,’ she told him. ‘But I don’t suppose that will matter for much longer. ‘Before we’re finished in here, one of us will have had enough of these sort of games, and I don’t think it will be me.’
The fear in his eyes was so obvious Jo felt a finger of sympathy tapping her shoulder. The idea of intervening was not appealing but it nagged irritatingly. She was pulled from her thoughts by the sight of Sky staring at her. Jo frowned, wondering what she had done to evoke the woman’s interest.
‘What’s that?’ Sky asked, pointing just behind Jo.
Turning, Jo released a heavy sigh as she saw the thing that had caught Sky’s attention. The woman was pointing at the silver-tipped cane. Somewhere far away, in the sanctuary of the main building, she could hear a distant knocking, but the sound seemed peripheral. The events that were taking place in the storeroom were far more important. Anxiously, she wished she could decide on the best course of action.
‘Bring it here,’ Sky snapped, clicking her fingers to give the command more urgency. She hurled her own crop to the floor and held out her hand expectantly. Staring down at Malcolm, she shook her head and graced him with a pitying expression. ‘Darling,’ she told him softly. ‘After tonight, you’ll wish that you never made me into the Black Widow.’
* * *
Wendy hurried down the stairs to answer the front door. Perhaps Sky Meadows had beaten her into submission and perhaps she would never be the same person again, but she still had an obligation to the guests at Elysian Fields. The way the front door was being pounded, Wendy knew that each one of those guests would soon be woken if she did not get there quickly.
She tried wrapping a gown round herself as she ran but the cord slipped through her hasty fingers and it was all she could manage to hold the seams over her naked body. Behind her, she heard the telltale footsteps of the Black Widow’s other pet submissive and she turned to glare at the woman. ‘Go back to the room, Poppy,’ Wendy hissed. ‘Sky won’t be happy if you’re not there when she gets back.’
Poppy stared back at her miserably. ‘Let me come with you,’ she begged.
There was something so pitiful in her beseeching expression that Wendy did not have the heart to bark the command a second time. She stood torn for a moment, wanting to answer the door and wanting to comfort and reassure Poppy before encouraging her back to Sky’s bedroom.
The hammering began again and Wendy
rolled her eyes. She stormed in the direction of the front door, trying not to care whether Poppy followed or not. The lateness of the hour and the lack of consideration that was being shown inspired an anger inside her that seemed to rankle with the submissive training the Sky had given. She knew that it was wrong to feel such emotions, but she was determined to vent her spleen on whomever she found standing at the front door.
After unfastening all three locks, she threw open the door and glared angrily out into the night.
‘About bloody time,’ Faye Meadows spat.
Wendy drew a shocked breath. For an instant she was struggling to find the right words. She watched a redhead walk through the door beside Faye and she caught the woman’s curious gaze as she stared behind Wendy into the shadows of the hotel reception. Glancing in that direction, Wendy saw that Poppy had followed her. She realised it was the naked, mousy-haired submissive who had caught the woman’s attention.
‘This is not the greeting I was anticipating,’ Faye said sharply. ‘What’s been going on here, Wendy? Where’s John?’
Wendy shook her head. ‘John left,’ she stammered. ‘His replacement had been –’
‘Replacement?’ Faye broke in. ‘This is all news to me. When did all this happen? And who’s this replacement?’ She paused, glancing into the shadows where the redhead was looking. ‘And why is that woman standing naked and trying to hide behind the reception desk?’
‘Come here, Poppy,’ Wendy murmured.
‘Poppy from the Knight Brothers,’ Faye gasped. She studied the woman with an incredulous expression as Poppy stepped out of the shadows and moved closer to them.
Poppy seemed unembarrassed by her nudity and, although she did not hold herself with a confident or arrogant posture, there was something about her poise that showed she was not ashamed.
Faye’s gaze was fixed on the woman’s naked body, her salacious smile making her thoughts transparently obvious. ‘I never thought you’d look so good naked,’ Faye observed. She frowned slightly as she caught sight of a handful of bruises on Poppy’s bare body. ‘Who made those?’
‘That’s what I’ve been wanting to tell you,’ Wendy began softly.
‘The Black Widow made these marks,’ Poppy whispered. To give emphasis to the marks she was referring to, she stroked the tips of her fingers against her bruised nipples. The subtle friction caused the buds to stand prouder as they all watched.
Faye frowned. ‘Excuse me? The Black Widow?’
Wendy closed her eyes, wishing that Poppy would leave her to do the explaining. ‘That’s the nickname we have for –’
‘Sky,’ Poppy interrupted. ‘Sky Meadows is the Black Widow.’
Faye’s face was caught in a frown as dark as thunder. ‘Sky Meadows is here?’
Wendy put a hand over her face, wishing she could be somewhere else.
‘Where?’ Faye demanded. ‘Where is she?’
With her eyes closed, Wendy heard Poppy answer. Unperturbed by Faye’s mounting anger, Poppy said that Sky was in the storeroom.
‘The storeroom! The storeroom in the east wing?’
When sensed the blow coming before it struck. Though the pain was not as harsh as the blows Sky administered, the failure it implied was far more agonising.
‘The storeroom was supposed to be private,’ Faye breathed angrily.
Wendy sniffed back a sob, wishing she could dare to look at the woman.
‘Follow me, Sam,’ Faye snapped. ‘We have business to attend to.’
‘Where are you going?’ Wendy asked. Without realising she was doing it, she had reached up and grabbed hold of Faye’s arm.
The woman glared down at her with a disparaging frown. ‘I’m going to the storeroom,’ she hissed. ‘That is, I’m going there if you’ll let go of my arm.’
Wendy shook her head. ‘But you can’t,’ she implored her. The thought of what might happen if Faye and Sky came face to face was unthinkable. The two women were so powerfully dominant that Wendy could not picture the pair of them in the same room. Faye was in a thunderously foul mood and unfit to deal with anyone in a civil manner. If Sky had already made the inevitable discovery of the storeroom’s secret, Wendy knew that her temper would be just as vitriolic. She did not dare think what sort of explosion would happen if the two women met.
Unable to stop her, she watched Faye shake herself free. With purposeful strides, she was leading her red-haired companion towards the east wing.
Unhappily, Wendy followed.
* * *
Sky stroked the silver tip of the cane down Malcolm’s chest. The razor-sharp end grazed his flesh, not quite breaking it but leaving a dark-red line in its wake. Jo watched the woman grin, as though she was proud of her handiwork.
‘We have a lot of catching up to do,’ Sky whispered. ‘I’ve got to return a lot of suffering and unhappiness. The only consolation is that I’ll get an awful lot of pleasure from doing it.’ She knelt down in front of him and moved her mouth quickly over the end of his length.
Malcolm stiffened in his chair.
From her position by the wall, Jo could see Sky’s lips stretching to accommodate him. As she watched, she saw the woman pressing her teeth against the swollen end of his shaft.
Malcolm groaned. He thrashed his head frenziedly as his body was treated to the subtle touch of Sky’s tongue and the painful pressure of her biting. Soft sounds of distress ebbed from beneath the gag and he stared hopefully at Jo, as though she might be able to help him.
‘Don’t look at her,’ Sky muttered, moving her lips away from his cock and guiding his face with one hand. ‘Watch me while I do this,’ she insisted. ‘You wouldn’t want to miss something if I took things too far, now would you?’
His attention was suddenly riveted to her.
Sky stood up and took a step away from him. She tested the silver-tipped cane through the air. It whistled harshly as it cut air and her smile broadened appreciatively.
Staring at the instrument, Jo tried not to think of the damage the silver tip could cause if it connected with naked flesh. The blow of an ordinary cane could be cruel and punishing. The bitter memory of canings she had received were enough to make her sympathise with Malcolm’s predicament.
‘Are you ready to start suffering, Malcolm?’ Sky asked.
‘I don’t think that would be a wise idea,’ Faye Meadows said firmly.
Jo watched the woman stride into the room, march directly up to Sky and snatch the cane from her hand.
Disarmed, Jo half-expected the Black Widow to back down, but that was not what happened. Instead, Sky slapped her open palm against Faye’s cheek. The retort echoed in the confines of the storeroom. Her handprint was left on the woman’s face when she moved her fingers away.
By way of retaliation, Faye raised the cane high and prepared to deliver a vicious blow.
‘Wait!’ Jo was surprised to hear Sam’s voice. She turned to the doorway and saw her partner flanked by Wendy and Poppy. Hurrying into the room, Sam took the cane from Faye’s hand and hurled it across the floor. ‘I’m not going to stand by and watch you two beat one another senseless,’ Sam told them both. ‘There are things happening her that need to be resolved and this isn’t the way to do it.’
Jo frowned. She noticed Sam was wearing a short skirt and beneath her raincoat she appeared to be topless. A hundred reasons occurred to Jo as to why Sam might be dressed like this, and she tried not to succumb to the flaring coals of jealously that the images inspired.
Faye and Sky were glowering at one another with a passion so fierce it made the air between them crackle. ‘I’ve already decided I’m going to punish him,’ Sky whispered. ‘I can do it just as well once I’ve taken care of this bitch.’
‘You’ll get hurt trying,’ Faye retorted.
‘If you two start fighting, I’m going to go and call the police. They can sort the pair of you out and you can finish the fight in a shared cell.’
For an agonising moment, the room was held in
a frozen tableau. Faye towered over Sky, glowering threateningly. Sky met her gaze with venomous defiance, clearly prepared to meet any challenge the woman made. Strapped to the chair, almost lost in the shadow of the two women, Malcolm shifted his gaze from Faye to Sky.
Sam started at the two women, her poker face showing no sign that her threat might have been an idle one.
Pragmatically, Jo wondered if Faye would still pay their fee if she was languishing in a prison cell. She decided this was definitely not the time to ask such a question.
Turning to Jo, Sam said, ‘Can you get us all a drink, so we can sit down and discuss this rationally?’ Her calm tone of voice seemed ludicrously out of place in the tense confines of the storeroom.
Jo shook her head. ‘I’ve quit drinking,’ she replied with a short smile. She was gratified to see Sam’s lips purse into a frown of disapproval. ‘But for this instance, I’ll make an exception,’ Jo said quickly. She reached into the pocket of her dressing-grown and pulled out her replenished hip flask. Without bothering to take a sip for herself, she handed the flask to Faye, who then passed it to Sam.
Sam took a brief drink and offered the flask to Sky.
‘I’m not touching that,’ the Black Widow growled. She glared at Faye and told Sam, ‘She’s been touching it.’
Sam pushed the flask into Sky’s hand, her green eyes flashing angrily. ‘You’ll take a drink, you’ll be civil, and you’ll start discussing things properly.’
‘Or else?’ Sky ventured.
Sam’s smile was terse. ‘Or else, you’ll do your talking with the police, and when they see the damage you’ve inflicted around here you’ll have a lot more to worry about than some woman who stole your husband.’
‘You’re bluffing,’ Sky growled.
‘Try me,’ Sam suggested. ‘I can see what you’ve been up to just by looking at the bruises on these poor bastards.’ She nodded her head towards Poppy and Wendy. ‘The police could have you for assault and illegal imprisonment.’ Behind her, Faye Meadows started to snigger and Sam whirled on her. ‘And if I drop her in it, I’ll drop you in it too. Insurance fraud is just as illegal.’
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