Thomas clearly found this an encouraging sign. He began to make firmer addresses to the turgid tips, squeezing and flicking at them, causing Cally to respond with a rough inhalation of breath.
‘I believe she likes it, the teasing little whore,’ Thomas continued. His words shocked Cally.
Jake responded by questioning her. ‘Do you, Cally? Do you like it when Thomas twitches your nipples?’
No point in denying it. Would Jake punish her? ‘Yes, sir. I do.’
‘She likes your attentions to her breasts, Thomas. Would you care to know what it does to her?’
Thomas was enthusiastic and very turned on by the exchange. ‘I would, Jake. I would like to know very much how Cally’s body responds when I touch it.’
‘Then she will tell you. Be truthful, Cally, or I will have to let Thomas punish you for your lies.’
So he was prepared to use her that way. Her heart jumped in her body. Did she actually like the idea of it happening? ‘I like it.’
Jake sounded disappointed with her limited response. ‘Come now, Cally. Thomas expects to have a little more enthusiasm for his attentions to your tits. Or do I have to beat the truth out of you?’
‘No, sir.’ She wasn’t ready quite yet to be beaten. And Jake used such crude terminology to talk about her body, which excited her even more. ‘When he twists my nipples firmly between his fingers, it makes me feel horny.’
‘Does it make you wet, Cally?’ Jake asked her.
‘Yes, sir.’ Cally’s breaths were coming hard and fast, particularly as Luke’s hands were now straying around the curved swellings of her buttocks and dipping into the cleft between, lower and lower.’
‘Perhaps you should check, Luke, to see if the excitable little bitch is telling us the truth. She claims to be wet due to Thomas’s friction of her titties. But is it a lie?’
Cally could not bear the seconds she had to wait before Luke responded. ‘I will test her claims.’ He drew his hand around the front and placed it flat, palm down, on her soft pubic mound. His fingers were pointing downward, the longest middle one making a minute incursion into the top end of her slit.
His whole hand massaged the flesh beneath it. He had a strong, muscular action which sent tingles through Cally’s clit, sited millimetres below his fingertips.
Cally’s eyes became hooded as she enjoyed the intrusion of his intimate examination. Suddenly his hand dipped low, dragging a digit deep within her folds.
Luke gave his report as he dipped backwards and forwards. ‘As slick a little cunt as I have ever felt. The bitch does not lie. She is indeed wet.’
Jake responded in a growl. ‘But is she willing?’
Luke asked her. ‘Are you willing to be fucked by us?’
Cally panicked for a moment. ‘All three of you?’
Jake leapt forward and spun her out of the other men’s grasp. ‘Oh Cally. I am so disappointed. I have tried to be reasonable with you, have I not?’
‘I don’t understand,’ she admitted. She could not read the expression of anguish on Jake’s face. Was he disappointed in her hesitation? Unhappy that other men could make her ready to be fucked? She was confused.
‘Surely you realise that only a good master would enquire as to your willingness to be fucked, as I have just done. Most masters would simply expect it, without question. You understand that I must punish you, don’t you?’
‘Yes, sir.’ She didn’t really.
‘So who do you wish to administer the punishment? Even now, I am a reasonable master, who allows his slave a choice.’
‘You, sir,’ Cally gasped.
‘Any of us. Except me.’ Jake stared firmly at her. He must have been able to detect the look of horror that crossed her features.
She’d never thought that it would not be him.
Jake urged her to make a rapid choice. ‘Name one of your masters, or we will all three have to beat you.’
She knew he meant it. His words from this morning came back to haunt her. Business as usual. She thought rapidly. Luke’s hands seemed so powerful, Thomas’s gentler. Yet Thomas had moved straight to agitate her nipples to make her react. Luke had been happy to caress her thighs and buttocks. Oh, she did not know who to choose. What if she got it horribly wrong?
‘Cally?’ Jake’s deep voice gave her a final warning. She knew her hesitation was playing with fire. If she hesitated a moment longer in choosing, then she knew without doubt that Jake would not. She had seen it many times before. Jake moved almost imperceptibly.
‘Thomas.’ For better or worse, she had made a decision. Please, Jake, she begged silently, don’t watch. Don’t let Luke watch her humiliation either.
Jake indicated his desk as the place of execution. Thomas drew her toward it and slowly bent her over it, pressing her down across the top, just like Jake had done that first day. It was as if they had trained to do it together. The strange thought suddenly struck her. Her stomach churned, tossing all thoughts except those of her impending fate out of her head.
She heard Jakemove a chair. ‘You may sit in comfort here, Luke, alongside me. We will have a pleasing view of the sentence being carried out.’
So they were planning to watch her being spanked. And planning to enjoy her suffering. Cally was torn between abject misery, fear, and that niggling frisson of sexual excitement she always got when she was spanked. But somehow it was so much better, so much worse, with an unknown man. And with an audience to witness everything.
Thomas drew aside the folds of the wrap that flooded down the centre of her back. Now even the cleft of her buttocks was on full view to all three participants in her punishment. She became conscious of the wet, swollen pussy lips that would be visible beneath her legs. It made her skin blush with embarrassment. But there was nothing she could do to ease her situation without incurring further wrath.
For a moment she had a mental image of Jake and Luke having to hold her down while Thomas beat her backside. No, she would have to stay where she had been put.
‘Are we ready?’ Thomas asked. He was addressing himself to the waiting audience, rather than to her.
Jake murmured his assent, through a tightened jaw, Cally was sure. Was it because he got a sexual kick in anticipation of watching another man administer pain to her flesh? ‘You may proceed.’
Cally tensed herself as the first slap landed. She jerked beneath its intense fire. The sound of flesh on flesh rang through her ears as she felt the skin on her bottom heat up. He wasn’t gentle at all, she thought. She had made the wrong choice.
Chapter Eleven
THOMAS’S HAND DESCENDED for a second time on Cally’s sweet arse. The muscle vibrated deliciously after the impact and watching eyes followed those minute movements. From the little twitchy jerks she gave, Jake could tell she felt the sting and the tease that followed it.
Jake found his cock growing hard at the sight and sound of the sexy little scene being played out before him. He knew it hurt her but he also knew as well as he could about any woman he’d ever trained that Cally got the same sort of sexual thrill from being controlled that he got from controlling her.
Yetit was one thing when he did it to her and quite another once he brought the boys in.
They were playing the role they had been instructed to play, perfectly. And they got off on the games as much as he did. They were ex-Special Forces, all part of his business, and had done the same job for him many, many times before. They got paid well and they liked the job better than any they’d ever done. What real man wouldn’t?
And Jake was enjoying this part as much as he always did. Except … He felt his skin itch. Itch to stop Thomas beating on Cally’s arse. Itch to prevent Luke watching, as she squirmed and suffered. And itch most of all to do what Thomas was getting to do to her himself.
Jake shifted in his chair. Sure, he was horny and sexually excited. How could he not be? They all were, with a naked beauty submissively accepting any damn thing they wished to do to her. And they wi
shed to do plenty. He could tell. But he was angry too. For the first time. Angry that her cute little body made him feel this way. Angry that Cally Hammond had got under his skin.
Well, he would damn well let Thomas and Luke beat it out of her. So he could beat it out of himself. He wanted to stop them. Both of them. Which was exactly why he had to let them continue. He couldn’t let himself be changed. Couldn’t let Cally change him. Change what he was, or what he did.
There was never any wayon earth that it could be anything other than this. So he had enjoyed her. He had let her get under his skin some. Let her try her teasing little ways on him. But that was just a game. A fantasy. Playtime. This, for him, was it.
He was never going to have a real relationship with Cally Hammond. With any woman, for that matter. What woman would accept that he earned his money doing this? What wife would kiss her husband goodbye every morning knowing when he headed into the office for the day, he would be making out with a whole series of fantasy women, training them to become the playthings of rich and powerful men?
And once Cally found out he had done this to her, not for his own pleasure but for Mather’s, she would hate him. Once she realised she had been completely and utterly duped by both of them, she would despise him. She was never going to get the job as journalist that she thought she was getting as a reward for enduring all this torture, but was heading for the luxury prison of a rich man’s harem. A sexual slave. One Mathers could use and abuse any way he wanted. For as long as he wanted it. Wanted her.
A relationship with Cally? He sneered at the very thought. It wasn’t going to happen. So he would just have to bear it. Get the job done, hand her over to Joe Mathers, where she belonged, and forget her.
Jake found his hands clenched into fists.
He was aware that Thomas had spanked her sensitive behind for quite some time now. He knew the man wasn’t laying it on as hard as he could but he could tell by the red handprints on her tender skin that she’d had enough. Her little whimpers confirmed it.
Jake stood up. ‘I think Cally has got the message, Thomas.’ He ended the punishment. He went over, gently pulled her upright, and turned her to face them all. ‘Now you must thank your masters for their efforts in disciplining you, Cally.’
‘Thank you,’ she replied compliantly. She didn’t look any happier than he was. Were those unshed tears making her eyes glitter?
Jake forced himself to stick to the programme. ‘I believe Thomas should have your especial gratitude. Is that not so?’
Cally nodded. Her breathing was laboured.
‘Thomas likes your breasts very much, Cally. I think you should let him tongue them again until he is satisfied.’ Jake put his hands on her waist and lifted her into a sitting position on his desk. ‘Open your legs wide, Cally, then Thomas can get close enough to enjoy them.’ He pushed her knees apart and invited Thomas to stand where he had been.
He turned away. He couldn’t bear to see the way Cally was looking at him. Confused. Aroused. Needy. He couldn’t bear to watch Thomas pleasure himself with her. It reminded him of what Mathers would be doing to her soon enough, when she was no longer under Jake’s hand.
Cally sat upon the edge of the desk. She felt momentarily stunned. This was all going so very fast; she hardly had time to catch her breath. She was getting a true feel of submission now. Being forced to accept anything. Everything. Whatever her dominant master required. Even if it meant sharing her, for his pleasure.
The spanking had hurt and been stimulating in equal measure. Cally’s pussy was moist and throbbing for direct attention. But she knew she wasn’t going to get it. All three men in this room would get to come at least once before she would be allowed any relief. And that was partly what made it such an erotic thrill.
Even the stimulation of Jake lifting her, so easily, onto his desk. And the feeling of his hands on her thighs as he pushed her knees apart was exciting to her.
And now Thomas, who had administered such a prolonged and thorough spanking that she could still feel the after-effects, was between her knees, touching her breasts softly again. His hands curled around the curves of her breasts. Then he drew the sash across her nipples, back and forth repeatedly, to tease and torment the tips. Cally found herself pushing her breasts forward, willing him to take her in his mouth and suckle her hard, to stimulate the nervous electrical charge that ran from her nipples straight down between her legs.
He obliged her unspoken request. Again, it reminded her of the power she wielded over men. When she used her femininity and submissive nature, she directed their male dominance and desire to force that submission.
It was a circle. One in which both sides were opposite, yet equal. Power and weakness, hardness and softness, giving and taking, submission and domination. She could feel the simple beauty of it as she revelled in the feeling of Thomas’s greedy mouth sucking hard at her nipples.
He replaced his lips with his thumbs and alternately flicked his nails and rubbed his fingertips over her nubs. She arched her back and moaned. Thomas was pressing into her. She could feel his firm appendage jutting toward her sensitively exposed cunt through his trousers. His hand drifted down between them to ease himself.
He groaned in her ear. ‘I want this little tease to jerk me off.’
When Jake did not object, Cally knew he required it. She reached down to find he had already unzipped and revealed the source of his frustrations. As soon as her fingers gained the living tissue, he relinquished it to her care with a murmur of pleasure. ‘That’s it, darling. Nice and firm now. It wants to come already.’
He stood off enough to give her room to rub the hand that enclosed his shaft up and down, without giving herself any stimulation. She knew the rules all too well by now.
‘Faster, cutie,’ Thomas ordered her actions.
Cally noticed that Luke had moved forward to watch the show. She could tell he was feeling hot and intense himself and would require his own use of her soon, but Jake hung back. He was turned away, not watching. If she hadn’t been so aroused already, she might have been disappointed.
Thomas wrapped his hand around hers and directed her to work her fist harder and faster upon him. As she complied to his satisfaction, he removed his hand back to her breasts and nipples again. His sounds reminded her of a dog building up to a howl. He climaxed violently; his come shot over her stomach and dripped down into her pubic thatch. He massaged it into her skin and pussy flesh as he thrust to emit the last remaining drops. His grunts were of satisfaction now. His violent stimulation of her pussy had her twitching badly. She would have liked a little more of this attention but knew she wasn’t going to get it.
As Thomas stepped back, Jake spoke to her from across the room. ‘I think you have been a little remiss, focusing your attentions on one of my friends, but ignoring the other. What do you have to say, Cally?’
‘Don’t spank me again,’ she pleaded. She knew it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but couldn’t bear the thought of her arse being slapped again right now.
‘I don’t think you mean to be wilful, but what will you do to make things up to Luke?’
‘Anything you want me to do.’ She addressed her remarks to Jake. It was him she was truly submitting to.
‘Then I want you to do whateverhe wants you to.’ Jake turned to Luke. ‘What would you like my sex slave to do for you, Luke?’
Luke’s response was eager. He was more than ready to be serviced by her. ‘I have watched the horny little bitch use her breasts to amuse Thomas, but I would prefer to enjoy her wet cunt.’
‘Then you may use her cunt, as you wish,’ Jake replied. He sounded strained.
Cally felt both stimulated and revolted by Jake’s attitude toward her as a sex object. But she would do as he asked her. It pleased him and it pleased her. She could see by the tightness of his jaw he needed to fuck her. She wished he would hurry up and do it. She so wanted to be fucked. Especially by him.
Luke approached and took co
ntrol of her. Perhaps Thomas hadn’t been the wrong choice for her spanking. Luke was so much rougher and greedier in his own need to be pleasured by her. She wondered if he would fuck her himself. By now she wanted him to. Her pussy was clenching with the need to orgasm.
Luke spun her around and laid her backwards on the desktop, in the place where Jake had tormented her excitement with the love eggs yesterday. The memory of them inside her made her vagina seep with cream. She turned her head to look at Jake, watching her. He was as on-edge as she was, but he hid it better. He wanted this, she told herself. Enjoyed her in this submissive state. Even performing with other men.
As Luke’s fingers tickled at her slick, hot folds, she turned her attention back to her own body, with a groan.
Jake reminded her, ‘You are here to give us pleasure, Cally, so do not even think for one minute of seeking your own.’
He sounded pretty mad. He was telling her not to let herself come for Luke. She was sure of it. If it killed her she would hold back her orgasm until it was Jake’s turn to play with her. If she could. Even the thought of Jake’s sexual desire for her made her want to yelp and buck and clench her vaginal walls around the nearest available object. And right now that was Luke’s straining cock.
Luke stood at the middle of the long edge of the desk. He reached one hand down to slide his fingers from her entrance all the way up to her tingling clit, standing proud enough to practically emit sparks. His cock was in his own hand, rubbing slowly along its length. While he circled her clit a time or two, he caressed his own great muscle.
Cally’s hips thrust upwardat the stimulation and she heard Jake’s warning as he called out her name, firmly. ‘Cally!’
She remembered how Jake had called her name last night, as he came inside her. Her vaginal muscles clamped strongly again. She would come, if Luke did not stop teasing her clit. She tried not to. So hard, but she knew telling him to stop would only end in another spanking, and that would make her come violently too. She moaned.
It brought Luke to his senses and he removed his fingers from her cunt. He walked up to the end of the desk where her head was and pulled her under the arms until her head bent back over the edge of the desk.
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