by Tara Jones
Then a third lash hit me, and I felt the burning sensation of the whip from the shoulder and down to my lower back. Eleanor hit me more fiercely this time, and in response to the sudden pain I jerked and penetrated Kithira deeper and harder than I had meant to. The pleasure of burrowing myself deep inside her was heighten by a short scream of pleasure that escaped her lips, and I felt her raise her hips against me.
“Again, again,” Kithira moaned.
For each lash I thrust a little bit harder. The sting from the leather whip, the fact that my girlfriend had me whipped while she watched me fuck another woman, and the way Kithira met my thrust with her muscular and lean body eagerly was so erotic, naughty, and absolutely wonderful in all its bizarre glory.
I was deeply thankful for Eleanor’s training, and it was only months of sexual denial and teasing that prevented me from coming when Kithira finally climaxed underneath me, biting down hard on my shoulder while she screamed out loud with desire and her strong legs tensed around my waist, nearly bringing me with me into whatever dark satisfaction she found.
I never had time to recover fully, because while Kithira still gasped for air, Eleanor pushed me off her, almost roughly, and I felt myself slide out of her. My blindfold came off, and I saw that my full erection was slick and almost uncomfortable hard.
Eleanor instantly straddled me while she forced me down on my back.
She clearly didn’t care that I had just been with another woman, as her hand surrounded me and she guided me inside. She grabbed the leather collar around my neck and forced me closer to her. She kissed me thoroughly, and then she simply took me.
Eleanor had been rough with me before, but this time she was more than that.
She spread my legs and rode me in a way that left me completely breathless. Clearly whipping me while I had sex together with another woman had been more than exciting to both her and me.
My instinct told me to stop her, that her grip around my collar was too hard and that her nails hurt my shoulders, but her training kicked in, and instead I let her do exactly what she wanted to me.
“No,” I mumbled helplessly, before I realized that she wouldn’t listen unless I used the safe word.
However ‘no’, ‘wait’, and ‘please don’t’ soon transformed to ‘please’, ‘yes’, and ‘harder’, as I begged her to fuck me.
And she did. With a firm grip around my collar and the leather harness, she forced my body against her, pushing herself down uncompromisingly hard against me, until she arched her back and with a low cry came as I felt her squeeze around me.
“Please mistress, let me come too,” I begged, half-delirious with desire, and when she finally whispered ‘yes’ in my ear I thrust myself twice deep inside of her before, with clenched jaws and a harsh growl, I finally felt myself let go and I filled her completely.
My release was so intense I thought for a second that I would black out. I felt myself come violently as I embraced her with my chained arms and pressed her soft body close to mine.
Afterwards she kissed me softly and called me ‘a good boy’, while she stroked my hair tenderly and gently applied an antiseptic cream to the red, angry whip marks on my back.
I think she was joking, but to this day I’m not entirely sure.
The three of us withdrew to the luxurious bathroom to clean ourselves up, however it appeared that showering together with two dominant and beautiful women could very easily get out of hand, and it was not until dawn that we finally fell asleep together in Eleanor’s large canopy bed.
A couple of weeks later, we were having a later dinner, eating outside as the sun went down by the horizon in yet another spectacular sunset, which you only get this close to the equator, Eleanor said, “We have been here for nearly three months now.”
“Imagine that,” I said, enjoying my grilled fish, which Kithira had cooked with ginger and chilli in Creole style.
“I think London has quieted down by now,” Kithira commented naturally.
“Yes, perhaps,” Eleanor said and played with her wine glass, letting the red wine swirl in the glass between her fingers.
Would that mean that they wanted to go back?
What would happen then? My mind raced. I had preferred living is this almost unnaturally beautiful island together with my dominant girlfriend and her bodyguard. Would going back to London mean taking up the pieces of my former life?
Do I want to go back? I asked myself and then I added, Can I really go back?
“Have you decided where you want to go next?” Kithira asked Eleanor and I tried to focus on eating my food.
“Well. It depends, really,” she said thoughtfully. She paused before she said, “Peter, what do you think? Would you mind spending some time in New York?”
I met her glittering ice-blue eyes and raised my wine glass to hers.
“Well,” I said slowly. “New York sounds nice to me...”
The End
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xxx / Tara Jones
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