Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3]

by Sara Kingston

  Chapter Seventeen

  Petra awoke to the warmth of their bodies spooning her, and she thought if only she could wake each morning like this. If only this weekend fantasy could become everyday life. She opened her eyes, snuggling into Kyle’s back. Part of her knew Kyle would understand her need and that it was Caleb who was going to be her greatest problem. But still a girl could dream, couldn’t she? That little voice inside her said that it was more than a dream or a fantasy. It was her hope and greatest wish. She realized in that moment that she’d fallen in love with both of them. He heart had become open and accepting without her knowing. She had wanted Caleb for so many years it was understandable that she would finally finish falling in love with him. But Kyle, he had come out of nowhere. He was just delivered to her door step. And with him came Joel. That little boy really had wormed his way into her heart. She felt more for him than she’d ever expected. She had wanted to be a mother but never would she have considered becoming a mother to a six-year-old. She’d always thought she’d become the mother of a newborn, and now she realized it was very closed-minded of her. Now she could see there were so many options for motherhood. Joel had taken to her as any child would to a mother, and at first she had been concerned that Kyle wouldn’t allow their relationship to develop because of a need to protect his son from hurt if it didn’t work out between them, but he hadn’t. Caleb was the one who was going to be the problem in her hope of a future with them all. He hadn’t accepted the idea of a ménage relationship between them all. He was also the one that wasn’t looking for a forever after or even a future.

  “Good morning, little one,” Caleb mumbled from behind her.

  “Morning.”

  “Now, now, little slave, we still have one more full day of fun with you.”

  She shivered as a rush of excitement coursed through her body.

  “What’s first on our list for today?” Kyle asked.

  Petra knew he wasn’t asking her, as Masters did not ask what a slave wanted and a slave could not ask for what he or she wanted. This was one of the reasons why she could never live the lifestyle as a slave permanently. A naughty weekend was pushing her even. A day, yes, definitely she could do that, but more than that, no thanks.

  “First on any man’s list is having his morning wood taken care of,” Caleb replied.

  She wanted to smack him across the face. She knew what he wanted. He wanted a head job. He would just lie back in bed and let her take care of it. She’d take care of it all right. She wiggled herself down the bed and started to kiss and caress his stomach, then on downward she headed, licking, nipping, and kissing until finally she reached his hard cock where she pulled his legs apart to get better access. She pushed his legs up so his knees were bent slightly and just as she had hoped he let his legs fall apart, opening him up for what she was after.

  “Don’t play, slave, just suck my cock,” he said, getting impatient.

  She took his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking and pulling her mouth back to play with his crown with her lips and the tip of her tongue. Pulling off, she quickly sucked on her index finger, pulling it out of her mouth covered in her saliva. She lowered herself back to Caleb’s waiting cock, taking it deep in her mouth and aggressively sucking and pleasuring him while putting her shoulders against his thighs. Caleb’s moans and groans told her how much he was enjoying her actions. She had positioned him exactly where she wanted him to be, and now it was time to deliver. She started humming with his cock deep in her mouth while sucking, and he started bucking, trying to thrust into her mouth even harder and deeper, and so she positioned her hand on the cheeks of his ass pulling him closer toward her, holding her index finger of her right hand away from him she moved her head up and down on his shaft while humming. Caleb was lost. Positioning her finger at his anus she pushed it inside. Caleb shouted and tried to pull away but she had him locked. She pushed in further looking for the lump of flesh deep in his anus. He shouted again as her finger hit it. Prostate, say hello to finger. She rubbed it over and over again as she sucked and hummed.

  If this wasn’t proof of her multitasking ability, she didn’t know what would be. Caleb hollered as he came in her mouth. He wasn’t able to control it. He couldn’t help it. She had just milked his cock. Of course he had enjoyed it, but she had taken all the power and control from him. As she pulled away from his deflating cock, she couldn’t hide the smile on her face. A chuckle threatened to spring loose, and God, she wanted to let it go. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at the faces of her men.

  “Damn, looks like I’m in trouble.” It wasn’t into the face of a satisfied man she was looking, but into the face of a very, very pissed-off man. Even Kyle looked pissed. She couldn’t for the life of her think of why. Hell, it was not like she’d done it to him or anything. Maybe that was it, did he want to have his turn? She moved toward him, prepared to give him the same experience.

  “Oh no, little slave, you will not be touching me, but you will be getting punished,” he commanded.

  “What? Why?” she demanded. So what, she had milked him instead of just sucking him off? In no way did that directly disobey an order. Technically she didn’t have orders, just a request.

  “You know exactly why. You, my dear, are cheeky, dismissive, and most of all you are trying to top from the bottom, and it will no longer be accepted.”

  Okay, so maybe she had been topping from the bottom. Hell, if they wanted to be specific about it, she had been trying to top from the bottom all weekend.

  Kyle wanted to laugh. Hell, he wanted to cheer and high-five Petra. Had she put Caleb in his place or what? He’d never once seen, let alone heard of, Caleb being milked before. Fuck, it was great, and a part of him was jealous. Hell, it looked like it was an experience plus. He would make her do it for him in the future. The future! Again he realized that they could have one. All those years of suffering with his wife, all those times he’d questioned why he had to suffer so much. What had he done in his life that was so bad? Maybe it was a case of him earning credits, maybe he was banking for the future and Petra would be his prize. Petra would be his payback. Maybe he needed to have experienced hell in order to see and appreciate the heaven she brought to his life. He smiled to himself as he thought of what he wanted to do to her. He wanted to let himself be free and be who he was at heart, the Dom, the Master.

  “Get into greet position, slave,” he demanded.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied and dropped into the kneeling position.

  God, she looked beautiful kneeling there, her eyes lowered, her long hair all mussed from sleep, and a tiny smear of Caleb’s cum on her chin.

  “Slave, you’ll receive ten lashes for your behavior this morning,” Caleb stated.

  “You’ll also be wearing the clover clamps while you receive those lashes,” he added. Her nipples looked so beautiful clamped. He would get her custom-made clamps with jewels hanging from them, and he made a mental note to call Juliette, the club’s custom jewelry designer, when they got home.

  “You will also be bound again. Yesterday was just a taste of the rope bondage that you will experience,” Caleb said, staring at her.

  “You will also suffer a ginger plug in your ass, as you’ve shown us how much you love to play with asses. We’ve been remiss in not playing with yours more.” He chuckled when he watched the color drain from her face. Did she really think they didn’t know how to play with submissives? Did she forget their sadist status? Well, not any longer.

  Caleb grabbed the silk rope from the corner where they had left it last night and started to bind her. Starting at her chest this time, Kyle watched as Caleb crisscrossed her torso. He moved toward the toy chest and looked through the clamps he’d packed and grabbed the rubber-coated ones. Most people thought the rubber-coated ones looked tame because of the soft rubber and the fact that they didn’t have teeth, but the pressure that they delivered was twice that of the harsher looking ones. If they actually h
ad teeth, they could bite off a nipple if accidently bumped and so the rubber ones did the job without the fear of actually causing damage. He moved toward her and saw that Caleb had her breasts and arms now tightly bound. Caleb’s focus was now on binding her feet to her thighs.

  “Take a deep breath, slave,” Kyle said as he pulled and rolled a nipple in his fingers, waiting for it to get tight and hard. When he had the nipple to his liking, he opened the first clamp and let it close on her nub. He saw that she took a deep breath in, trying to manage the pain as he started working on her other nipple. After they were both done, he pulled her face toward him. He wanted to see everything going through her mind as he took hold of both clamps and pulled. He watched as her eyes betrayed her and all her emotions were visible as the clamps tightened further. He knew the grin on his face would be evil, but he loved it. He moved toward the kitchen, fishing through the bags and boxes of food they had brought, searching for the plastic container. Once he found it, he took out the largest ginger root he had brought, and after washing it he took the knife and cut off any lumps and shoots. He then cut off the outer skin, shaping it into to the perfect plug. Once he was satisfied, he moved back to the bed where Caleb had her stomach down and was tying the last knot.

  “Ah! Looks like the punishment plug is all ready for our little slave,” Caleb said as he bent and picked up the flogger and paddle he’d placed on the bed beside Petra.

  “Yep, nice and juicy. Look at it.” He knew they were making it worse for her talking about it like this. Because he knew she knew it was the ginger sap that caused the pain. Ginger had been the talk of the club in the past.

  “If you’re a good little slave and tell your Master how sorry you are, I might gift you with some lubricant,” he said, waiting for her response. He didn’t know what she would choose. A smart person would beg and plead for the lubricant as it would protect her ass for longer and might actually take most of the burn away. But Petra had surprised him more often than not.

  “Silence will not save you. Our slave declined the lubricant. The ginger looks so juicy, it will lubricate itself with its own juices,” Caleb said, a gleam in his eye.

  Caleb really was more of a sadist than him, but she had asked for it. He pulled her cheeks apart and positioned the ginger and then started to slowly push it inside her. He heard her moan as it reached the thickest part. He stood back and wiped his hands on the soaked dish towel he’d brought with him as he didn’t want any ginger juice in anyone’s eyes. Within the next minute the burn would start, and so he stood there watching her and waiting.

  “Twenty stripes, count them slave,” Caleb called as he started working on her ass with the crop. One after another the crop fell on her ass which was then followed by Petra’s wavering voice counting each one. Kyle moved around her body watching her, amazed that she was taking such a punishment. The clamps on her nipples crushed under her, the ginger plug in her ass, the tight, binding rope bondage, and then the crop. He looked at the glistening lips of her pussy. She was literally dripping, and he realized that she loved this as much as they did. His cock felt like an iron rod, and he pulled his boxers down and started pulling at his cock. He couldn’t hold back standing there watching her moan and roll on the bed, torturing her own nipples further. It was just too much, and he moved closer and started playing with ginger plug, pulling and pushing it, fucking her with it while all the time stroking his iron shaft in time with the movements of the ginger. Her helpless attempts to push back and take more pushed him over the edge, and he grabbed the rope crossed at her back and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Caleb dropped his crop and watched, and he too dropped his boxers.

  Kyle lined his cock up and thrust deep into her dripping pussy. He started fucking her like a machine, pounding away. He wanted to punish her, not just with the toys, he wanted his own cock to be a weapon, knowing that he wasn’t really hurting her. She screamed in pleasure at his pounding, and he used the rope binding her to leverage himself, using it pull her onto his cock. He had no idea how long he pounded into her. He hoped it’d been longer than he thought it was because he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. He felt his cum pulling from his balls and bubbling, burning through his cock as he jetted into her, and he groaned and shouted with the painful pleasure. He soon stopped moving, his cock so sensitive a flinch hurt.

  Caleb pulled him away and thrust into her, replacing his cock in her tight and now-dripping tunnel. Caleb was driven by the same demons that had controlled him. He moved up her body as Caleb was pounding away and pulled her chest of the bed so he could get access to her breasts and the clamps. He pulled off the first and then moved to the next, and she screamed with the removal of each one as the blood rushed back into her tortured nubs, and he knew the rubbing of the bed alone would drive her insane as her nipples now were hypersensitive. He took the ginger that had nearly slipped from her ass under the jolting of Caleb’s fucking and pushed it back in, fucking her with it. On the fourth thrust, he removed it and replaced it with two of his fingers, scissoring her ass. With his other hand he reached under her hips until he found her clit and pinched it between his fingers. She screamed out and convulsed, and he felt her ass clenching on his finger and heard Caleb’s groans as she milked his cock with her pussy. Her scream continued as she rode him through her powerful orgasm. Finally it ended, and her body lay lax and limp. He looked at her eyes and saw they were unfocused and glazed. He looked toward Caleb and saw him struggling. This, this was what life was about, fun, pleasure, and love.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Petra knocked on the door and waited. She could hear movement, running, and then banging on the door. She had a really good idea who was on the other side.

  “You’re here,” he called out as he opened the door. “Dad, Petra’s here, she’s finally here,” Joel yelled as he bounced up and down with a huge gap-toothed grin on his face.

  She looked quickly at her watch, noting that she was actually seven minutes early. Although she remembered when she was little and was so excited about something time had a habit of slowing down. Much like she swore two minutes on her microwave when she was waiting on her weekly hot chocolate was not the same two minutes when she tried to get dressed and out the door of her house for a meeting.

  “Hello to you, Mr. Joel.” He looked so cute in his little jeans and polo shirt with his two-toned canvas sneakers. It warmed her heart that he’d dressed up for her, and she saw that he’d even brushed his hair all by himself. The back was tousled and the front was crookedly spiked. Taking a deep breath for courage, she entered the house and followed Joel through to the kitchen. She could do this. She’d seen kids and been around them before, granted not that much but she had, kind of. Shit, what the hell was she doing here? She couldn’t handle this for Christ sake, he had a kid. Maybe she could just walk back out the door and pretend all this never happened.

  “Dad and I have been cooking,” Joel said racing back behind her to slam the front door shut. “Uncle Caleb’s been making fun of Dad,” he whispered, pulling her hand so she’d bend down to him. “Don’t tell dad, but he can’t cook. Well, he can, but it’s really bad,” he whispered into her ear.

  “That’s okay. No matter what, I’ll say I love it.” The beaming smile on his face was worth the fear of not knowing what the hell she was doing. As she entered the kitchen following Joel, she saw Caleb sitting at the kitchen island drinking a beer. He was wearing chinos and a white polo shirt, and he looked relaxed and happy, laughing at Kyle, who was standing next to the stove stirring something in the largest pot she’d seen since leaving her mother’s kitchen. Kyle was saying something to Caleb that made him laugh even more. Kyle was wearing jeans and a plain white V-neck T-shirt, and she stopped and wanted to freeze the image in her mind for all eternity. The scene in front of her was so casual, so ordinary, and so normal, and these men were her men. If only she could find a way to convince them of it.

  “Ah, look who’s arrived,” Kyle called out from th
e stove, a huge smile on his face. Caleb turned with a matching smile and got up from the stool, heading toward her.

  “Welcome, sweetheart, thank God you haven’t missed the show. Come and watch Kyle attempt to cook us all dinner.” Caleb wrapped her in his arms and kissed her on the cheek and led her toward the stool next to his.

  “Don’t worry, I have a pizza joint on speed dial so we won’t starve,” he added and she laughed.

  “Great, because I’m starving,” she said as she sat down. Kyle moved toward her still on the opposite side of the island bench and leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.

  “Don’t listen to him. I can cook. Well, mostly I can anyway.”

  He moved back and winked at her and gave her the most heart-melting smile. She was so glad to be here in this place at this time with these men who wanted her here. The loneliness she’d felt over the past years melted away, and no matter what happened in the future, she would savor this moment forever.

  “Would you like a drink?” Caleb asked, moving toward the refrigerator.

  “Can I have a coke?” Joel piped up from beside her, and she jolted. She was so wrapped up in her men that she hadn’t noticed him sitting on the stool next to her.

  “Yes, when you’re old enough to drive,” Kyle answered immediately.

  “But David’s dad lets him have coke,” Joel whined.

  “Good for David’s dad. Sadly your dad likes his son’s teeth and healthy body. So no. You can have juice, milk, or water.”

  “Juice, please,” he answered sullenly, huffing as he sat back in his seat.

  Joel was a smart little boy, already trying his hand at manipulation and with his father’s looks he’d be a lady-killer when he was older, she thought with a smile. The conversation flowed throughout the evening. The food, while not great, was edible, and Joel entertained them all with school stories until it was his bedtime.