by Measha Stone
He stepped aside, and Kelly inhaled her breath hard. Dark red welts crossed over Teri’s naked breasts. A few horizontal stripes marked her thighs as well.
“It’s okay,” Kendrick whispered in her ear.
“I know.” Kelly nodded, but she searched Dominick’s expression to see if anger lurked there.
Tenderness. She saw tenderness and desire in his smile. His right hand held a cane, and he moved toward Teri again. He whispered into her ear, and she nodded, a smile formed, and she licked her lips. She wanted what Dominick was giving.
Dominick made quick work of releasing Teri’s hands and rubbing her arms as he brought them down to her sides. The blindfold remained in place as Teri slid to her knees. Dominick held the cane in his hand and made no move to aid Teri. She found his jeans and quickly unbuckled his belt. His zipper flew down, and she pulled out his cock.
Kelly swallowed hard. Her clit tightened at the sight of Teri taking Dominick into her mouth. She sucked him hard as she took all of him in and dragged her tongue along his shaft.
Dominick threw his head back as she continued to stroke him and pleasure him with her mouth. He made no move to touch her. Her motions quickened, but her lips remained pressed around his cock as she took him in and withdrew.
Dominick placed the cane behind her neck and held onto it with both hands, keeping her trapped on his dick. Teri stilled in her movements and allowed Dominick to take over. He thrust into her mouth several times, hard, unyielding.
Teri tilted her face up toward him as he continued to fuck her throat.
Dominick tore the blindfold from her eyes and placed his hand back on the cane, keeping her locked where he wanted her.
Kelly noticed their gazes met, and with one final thrust forward, Dominick yelled out his release and buried himself into Teri’s throat.
Teri swallowed, and when he withdrew from her, she looked up at him with a smile. He touched her cheek with his fingertips and waited for her dress him again.
“Are they here every night?” Kelly whispered.
Kendrick shrugged in response.
The scene before them seemed to have had the same effect on him as it did her. He didn’t say anything, but he dropped his hand from her neck and walked further into the room.
Not really knowing what to do, Kelly followed him. He walked over to large wooden framed box. Several hooks and leather straps hung from the four posts of the set up. She met him inside the square opening in the center.
“This is a suspension rig.” He opened his arms talking about the box.
Kelly nodded. Suspension?
“It’s usually used to tie a submissive up and hang them suspended.”
“Usually?” Kelly folded her arms over her stomach. Why was she suddenly so nervous? She hadn’t said “no” to bondage, but the idea of swinging in the air was a little frightening.
“I’m not using it for that tonight.” He stepped toward her and put his hands on her shoulders, looking down into her eyes. Fingers dug into her muscles, working out the tension that had begun to build.
“Tonight, I want to tie your hands over your head and whip your naked body. I want to spank you, paddle you, fuck you with your tits facing the room. I want to spank your breasts, like that first time, but more.” Each word was spoken clearly, with determination. He wasn’t just listing out a fantasy, but explaining what he would do to her. Anyone could watch, could see her as he spanked her.
Panic reached into her chest. What if she couldn’t remain still? What if it was too much for her to bear? Would he be angry with her?
“Kelly, what’s wrong?” he asked, gently running his thumb up and down her neck.
“I’ve never been spanked before,” she whispered as though she were admitting a carnal sin. He grinned back at her in response.
“I know,” he assured her.
“What if I can’t…you know…what if I have to ask you to stop?” She kept her eyes on his, willing herself not to look away.
“If you need me to stop, you just say the word. I won’t be mad or disappointed. This isn’t about being my punching bag. This is about giving each other pleasure. About you giving me the control and power to yield the paddle, and you submitting to the enjoyment of my domination. I have no intentions of hurting you. If the pain is too much or not enjoyable, you need to tell me.”
“I want you to be proud of me.” Her words left her lips before she could stop them. She did turn her gaze away then to stare at his nose
With one finger he lifted her chin until she looked back at his eyes.
“You have no idea how much that statement pleases me.” He smiled warmly. His lips pressed against hers in a demanding kiss. “Be true to yourself, do what you find natural, and I will be very proud of you.” He kissed her again quickly and stepped back. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yeah.” She nodded with a deep breath.
“Good. I’ll be right back. Stay here.”
She looked around the room, expecting everyone to be staring at her, but no one paid her any attention. The slaps and groans of the room were covered slightly by the music being pumped in through the speakers. There were a few onlookers, but they seemed interested in other scenes being played out.
Kendrick returned with his bag slung over his shoulder. He ignored her and went to work setting up his station. Kelly had observed the other Dominants doing the same thing. They laid out their arsenal on the small table that accompanied each play station. In some cases their submissive had been the one setting up everything, while their Dominant partner readied some other part of the scene.
She watched Kendrick pull several leather paddles, a riding crop, and a long belt out of his bag. Each was laid in a straight line on the table. Finally, he retrieved a handful of clothespins and placed them in a pile next to the belt.
Seemingly satisfied with his toys, Kendrick rejoined Kelly.
“Clothes pins?” she asked huskily. He grinned but said nothing. She reached for the buttons on her blouse, but he pushed her hands away.
“Mine,” he said as he undid the buttons. He pulled free the material tucked into her skirt and finished opening the garment. The shirt slid down her arms, and he draped it over his forearm and went to work on her bra. It clasped in the front, so it was easy to remove. His hands slipped behind her as he opened her skirt and let it drop to the floor.
“No panties?” He raised a playful eyebrow.
Once her clothing was put aside, he returned with two leather cuffs. He placed each one around her wrists, being careful of her bracelet. Each leather strap had a silver hoop on them.
She watched with slight nervousness as he grabbed some rope from his bag and threw it over the top of the rig. Her eyes flicked to her wrists, which were now being tethered together with the rope.
Once Kendrick seemed happy with his work, he walked to the free end of the rope and pulled on it until her hands were over her head. She eyed him as he wrapped the rope to the post, keeping her locked in place.
She let her eyes wander the room, and relief swept over her with the realization there still wasn’t a large crowd. It wasn’t fear that her body would be judged; as bodies went, she was happy enough with hers. The idea that others would know of her ignorance, of her novice skill at being the bottom, the submissive, the one taking the spanking was what drove her to feel awkward. So lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice Kendrick had finished his set up and had come to stand in front of her.
“How are you doing?” The warmth in his tone calmed her.
She focused on him, the tenderness she saw in his eyes, and tried to forget the others in the room.
“Okay,” she answered softly.
His hands sought out her breasts, and he cupped them, as if to weigh them. She inhaled sharply when his thumbs flicked over her nipples.
“Forget everyone else here. This is just you and me.” He pinched her right breast. “Can you do that? Can you give me your complete attention?” Another pinc
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She tried to move out of his grasp, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“You won’t get very far.” He kissed her cheek and looked up at the ropes holding her in the center of the space.
“Yes, I can do that.” She breathed out.
He patted her hip and kissed her quickly before disappearing from her line of sight. The rustling behind her wet her interest, and she tried to peek over her shoulder.
“I’m right here,” a soft voice whispered, his hot breath warming her naked shoulder, and she grinned.
Kendrick placed his hands on her back and stroked her softly with his fingertips. “Have I told you how much I love your ass?”
“Not really,” she answered back.
A sharp slap caught her off guard. A second to the left cheek. The sting penetrated her, ran up her spine to her brain. It hurt, but not really. He rubbed her ass in a circular motion after the two swats.
“I do,” he whispered and delivered several more swats to each cheek.
She bounced up to her tiptoes and groaned at the heat beginning to build in her backside. She had a moment of reprieve as he massaged her again, letting the sensations sink in. The fire on her ass could not compare to the fire he was building in her clit. She wanted to be touched there, and she spread her legs slightly, pushing her ass toward his hand.
He chuckled and delivered two hard slaps to the tops of her thighs. She cried out from the new sting.
Kendrick stood at her left side and wrapped his arms around her midsection. Using his left leg, he pushed against her pelvis, shoving her bottom further out. She readied herself to feel his fingers on her, in her, and was surprised by the harsh rain of spanks that came instead from his right hand. He held fast to her as he continued the spanking.
She pulled on her restraints to hold herself steady, to take what he was giving her. Pleasure. He was giving her an enjoyment she could not have expressed if he commanded it from her.
As quickly as the spanking began, it ended. He released her waist and helped her to regain her footing. He placed a soft kiss to her temple. “How are you doing?” he asked.
She tried to catch her breath. Her heart raced, her mouth was dry from gaping open, and her mind swirled with all of the sensations and emotions. She had loved every second of the spanking, and she hadn’t been ready for him to stop.
“Are we done?” she asked in a childish whine.
He laughed and kissed her temple again.
“No. Far from it.” He left her for a moment.
Cool air brushed against her sensitive backside, and she rested her forehead on her outreached arm. She was warm, everywhere. Her mind felt light, as though she had been drinking a few glasses of wine.
His strong arm around her stomach had anchored her, not only for the spanking he’d delivered but her soul too. She could lean into him, and he wouldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t let her fall.
A hard surface pressed against her ass. The chill of the material soothed her slightly.
“Ready?” His voice held a warning in it, but she nodded.
A heavy thud pushed her forward in her restraints. She cried out from the harsh sensation that surged through her from the attack.
The paddle ran over her skin before crashing down on her again. Another cry left her lips. It wasn’t too much, but it was close.
After each stroke of the paddle Kendrick paused, giving her a moment to get back in place. Soon she was breathing heavy, her head sagged between her arms. Each new sensation jolted through her.
Kendrick’s hands on her breasts made her lift her head. She looked at him. His expression was serious, not playful. Dark, round pupils looked back at her. She had not seen him so aroused before.
“You are doing so good, baby girl. So, damn good.” His words wrapped around her, comforting the sting in her skin. The pleasure in his voice rocketed her own thrill. His left hand drifted down her body from her breast to her where her arousal was at its peak. She knew if he touched her, she would come immediately.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come.” His right hand spanked her steadily, right cheek, left cheek, over and over again, while his left hand slowly pressed toward her clit. One finger glided over her swollen sex and slid into her. His palm rubbed against her arousal, while the spanking intensified.
“Kelly, come.” He kissed her neck, nuzzled her ear, and held her tightly as the waves of her orgasm tore her from reality. In a steady pattern, his hand rained down on her ass, riding her through her climax.
As she floated back to reality, she dropped her head forward again. The spanks slowed to a stop, and he gently pulled his finger from her. He moved to stand in front of her. She used her restraints to hold herself up and look at him through a hazy film.
He held his finger to her lips. “Clean my finger,” he ordered gently.
His finger slipped past her open lips, and she licked her juices from him, giving him a smile as she did so.
“Such a good girl,” he cooed as he removed his finger from her mouth. “Are your wrists okay?” he asked, running his hands up her arms.
“Yes A little uncomfortable, but not bad.”
“Do you want to know what I’m going to do next?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to leave you hanging here, while I fuck you.” His eyes burrowed into hers. A liquid heat pooled in his expression, and she nodded.
“Please.” She arched her back, asking him for his cock.
“Damn. Such a good girl.”
CHAPTER twenty
Come One, Come All
Kelly’s immediate response to Kendrick’s declaration hardened his cock to the point of discomfort. He worried for a moment he was pushing her too far, taking too much from her, but the look of desire in her eyes calmed him. Every time he thought he knew what her response would be, she surprised him.
Her skin was smooth beneath his fingers as he ran them down her throat and stopped at her nipples. They were hard and begging for attention. He watched her expression evolve from desire to pleasure as he rolled them between his fingers. Bending down, he took one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the hardened nub. A sigh escaped her as he bit down with his teeth. He smiled into her breast as he let her go and stood back up.
In her eyes he saw willingness and hunger. A quick nip to her shoulder and he moved back around her. He took in the redness of her ass, letting his fingers trail over the warmth of her skin. A small welt had begun to form on her right side from where the edge of the paddle must have struck at an odd angle.
He squatted down and licked the welt with the tip of his tongue. She groaned from the sensation, and he held her by her hips to keep her from moving. He had gone lightly with her, had managed to pull back the intensity with which he wanted to spank her, but he knew she could take more from him. Knew that she would ask for more in time.
Her ass wiggled back toward him, searching him out, when he released her and didn’t touch her. She tried to find him by looking over her shoulder.
“I’m here.” He grabbed a fist full of her ass and squeezed, delighting in the sharp intake of her breath followed by the heavy sigh of pleasure she produced for him.
Positioning himself directly behind her, he unbuckled his pants and made quick work of releasing his cock from the restraints of his boxers. Using the condom covered tip of his dick, he rubbed her ass, running up and down the crack of her cheeks. She moaned and pushed back toward him, searching him out. He gave her a quick slap. The yelp she granted him drove his arousal higher.
His fingers found her wetness, and he began to slide two fingers into her, kissing her arched back as he entered her. So hot and wet for him. Her clit was still tender from her orgasm, so he rubbed it gently, and she rolled her head to the side with another soft exhale.
With one swift motion, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He grunted at the force of his thrust, and how quickly she enveloped
him. Sweet hot pressure around him.
He gave her a moment to adjust to him; the position they were in made her passage all the tighter. When she gave a subtle push back, he gripped her hips and began to move within her. Long, slow strokes had him tormenting himself. The muscles of her vagina clenched around him.
Her hands pulled against her restraints, not to get loose but to get closer to him, to meet his thrusts. His hand snaked up her back and around her neck, cupping her chin from behind.
He pulled her head back, until his lips could reach her ear. “No, baby, I’m controlling this.” He kissed her earlobe, groaned at her nod of acceptance, and released her.
She arched her back, taking him fully into her, giving him full access to her body. His eyes rolled at the enjoyment of it.
The silky heat that gripped his cock with each thrust, rivaled with her cool acceptance of his dominance. She was giving herself to him, submitting to his wants, his desires.
His fingers dug into her hips as he continued to thrust into her, with more power than before. She cried out when he increased the pressure of his fingers into her flesh, but he did not relent.
His thrusts became hurried, his breath ragged. She didn’t beg for him to stop, didn’t try to squirm away from him. She arched her back more, to take him, to give him the release he needed. Her unwavering desire to please him drove him to the edge of a fury he wasn’t sure he could hold back much longer.
“Kendrick! Fuck!” She breathed out as he continued to plow into her. “I need to…I’m going to come!” she screamed out, and the waves of her orgasm rippled down his dick, dragging him into a whirlwind of pleasure.
He yelled out his own release and pumped into her hard, giving her every last bit of his orgasm.
They both stilled together. Kelly rested her head against her arm, breathing heavily. Kendrick rested his forehead on her back, kissing her softly as he tried to catch his breath.
He wondered briefly why he’d been so reluctant to get involved with Kelly. She gave so purely, so openly. He had been a fool, and he was glad he’d woken up in time to see it.