“Would it please you to continue my spanking?”
His cock thumped against her side. “Yes, slut.”
She nodded and closed her eyes to the burn that almost overtook her. “Please, then, Sir, spank me more.”
Mason growled her name softly.
The sound was like a balm, and she knew she’d made the right choice.
Griff’s open-palmed blows started again, and she swayed and bumped with each one. An orgasm welled deep in her pussy.
Pleasure-tinted pain filled her.
“Do not come,” Griff repeated.
She would not disappoint them. Emma shoved the orgasm away.
“Take a deep breath,” Mason said.
She did and promptly lost it when he released both clamps at the same time. Blood rushed back into her nipples and seared the flesh from the inside. She didn’t even have the breath to scream with the prickling agony.
Griff’s hand took on more force as he spanked her ass.
The pain diffused into pleasure throughout her entire body, and the orgasm rose again. A maelstrom of desire, satisfaction, need, and pleasure swirled over her. She could feel Mason’s desire to plunge into her body, and it fed her own ecstasy. Griff’s more subtle but no less strong passion roiled over her as well.
She wailed as she came, bucking and shuddering on Griff’s lap.
He held her tight, his hands sure and comforting upon her body. He stroked and murmured low words as the orgasm ripped through her.
At last, the tempest eased. Head hung low, she panted out deep, harsh breaths. Mason’s hand palmed the back of her hair, his touch gentle.
“Feel better?” Mason asked.
“Uh-huh.” It was the best she could manage.
Griff chuckled, and they helped her up and off his lap into a standing position. Lightheaded, black dots swam in front of her eyes and she reached out and latched onto Griff’s strong shoulder.
She shook her head to clear the spots and found herself staring at Mason’s rippled and bare chest.
He tipped her chin up, and his smile was anything but sweet. “That was meant to be a punishment, not a reward.”
Her ass was hot and tingly, and she wondered how she’d get into her clothes without wincing. “You call that a reward?”
The snarky comment came out before she thought it through.
Mason quirked a disapproving brow. “You came without permission, slut. That brings you up to an even dozen strokes with the flogger.” He looked down at Griff. “Anything else?”
Griff stood and began disrobing. “She’s got a sweet, tight ass but I suspect it needs to be broken in. We’ll plug it for today.”
Emma shook away the daze smothering her. “What?”
Mason tweaked her nipple. “Quiet.”
She bit back further protest, but her ass cheeks clenched, which caused her to gasp at the heat. Damn, but Griff had walloped her good.
And she came from the contact.
She could not resist a smile of wonderment. One question answered—she really did enjoy being spanked.
It made her eager to try out more of the items on her checklist, including anal sex.
“Let’s get her on the bench,” Griff said.
She approached the bench with trepidation. Comprised of two levels and covered in blue velvet, it looked soft enough but intimidating as hell. It was also tall, but the height of the bottom platform looked adjustable. How many other women had lain across the blue velvet cushions?
“Stand up straight,” Griff ordered.
She drew taut and waited, conscious of his roving gaze. Her sore nipples contracted just from the appreciation in his eyes. He turned and adjusted the bench, lowering it just a bit, then patted the top.
“Hop on.”
Hop on? That didn’t sound very Dom-ish and authoritative. Emma giggled as she clambered awkwardly onto the perch. The velvet was soft and squishy beneath her knees and somehow comfortable.
“Tits flat,” Mason said and palmed her back, forcing her face down to the bench.
Each man grabbed a leg and spread her wide. She squirmed and tilted her head to watch what they were doing.
Griff popped her on the ass. “Eyes forward.”
She flinched and obeyed. Damn, her butt hurt. She was going to be doing a lot of standing tomorrow.
Metallic clinks sounded at her feet, then soft cuffs wrapped around her ankles. They moved up to her head, and Emma surreptitiously tried to move her feet.
“Scoot up,” Mason said. “Get your thighs against the edge of the bench, arms up at your head.”
She inched forward until her legs hit the edge. Again a strong hand pushed at her back.
“Butt up, tits down.”
Emma moved her arms to the top of the table where they clamped the same soft cuffs to them, chaining her completely. She took stock of her position and squelched a moment of panic. She lay completely bound to the table, held by strong chains. Being facedown on the bench forced her ass up in the air while her legs were spread wide, giving easy access to her pussy.
She could not escape.
Emma whimpered.
Griff squatted in front of her. “Okay?”
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reminded herself she had a safe word. Did she want to use it? Already? Give up this experience?
Hell no.
“Fine,” she murmured.
He remained silent, and she nearly cursed out loud.
“Fine, Sir,” she amended.
He winked. “Mostly a good answer.” His hand tangled in her hair, and he pulled her head back. “How is your ass?”
“Sore.”
He smiled. “Good. Mason, I think this slut needs her mouth full, don’t you?”
Mason stepped up to her head. “Absolutely. Let’s find out what kind of cocksucker you are.”
Griff moved out of sight, and Mason’s hard cock filled her vision. He tipped her head back and thumbed her mouth open. One strong hand gripped the base of his erection and he rubbed the soft tip over her lips, coating them with sweet drips of pre-cum.
Emma darted a lick along the tip then circled the engorged flesh.
Mason hissed and thrust forward, sinking further into her mouth.
His heated flesh seared the inside of her mouth, filled her completely. He bumped the back of her throat, and she reared away, seeking some room. His hand clamped down on her head and forced her to remain still.
“Suck my cock, little slut,” he ordered.
His commanding hand and harsh words juiced her pussy, and she moaned around his shaft. Flicking a look upwards, their eyes met, and she deliberately clamped her lips around Mason’s erection then sucked in hard, pulling at his sensitive flesh.
“Ah yes, that’s good. Work it, baby. Get that tongue on the underside of my head.”
She tapped the cut underside of his cock rapidly, finding the pulse point that made him groan with each contact. She wanted desperately to clutch his hips and drag him ever deeper in her mouth, but the chains prevented her.
Instead, she bobbed back and forth, sliding wetly along his shaft with as much power and suction as she could. His dick throbbed and pulsed in her mouth.
Suddenly, he pulled away and began to stroke himself, the shiny head just out of tongue’s reach. “Want it?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
A light tap on her ass startled her, and she jerked then looked over her shoulder. Griff stood there, brow raised and a dark grin on his face.
“Try again.”
She swallowed hard, eyes focused on the items in his hand. An anal plug and a bottle of lube.
Her body pulsed, and her pussy lips spread even more with the ache of anticipation while her ass spasmed.
He swatted her lightly again and nodded toward Mason. “He asked you a question. Give him a proper response.”
She tore her gaze away from Griff and looked up at the still rock-hard cock bobbing in front of her face. Sucking
such a long, hard dick would definitely take her mind off of what was about to happen down south.
Not to mention her mouth salivated once more just thinking about blowing him again.
“Yes, Sir.”
Mason lifted a brow and stroked his cock in long, slow motions, cupping the head with each top motion. He tapped her cheeks with the head, not soft but not hard either. The contact was just enough to let her know she was there for his pleasure.
“Ask me for it,” he ordered.
“Please, Sir, let me suck your cock.” A whip of lust rippled through her, and she shuddered.
Griff’s hands parted her cheeks, and a warm, slick finger rimmed her asshole. Her eyes widened, and she stilled, eyes glued to Mason’s throbbing dick.
Griff rubbed her hole slowly, and then the pressure and speed both built. Emma was shocked by the heat and rising desire. It felt good. Damn good.
“She’s tight,” Griff muttered. “You might want to wait to put your dick in her mouth for a minute.”
Emma breathed in short, sharp gusts, fingers clenched into fists. Another slap landed on her ass, this one hard and painful.
“Relax.”
Oddly enough, she did and felt his finger slip past the tight ring of her sphincter to delve deep inside.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. It felt incredible. Hot and full and unlike anything she’d experienced before. Having her pussy stuffed with a vibe was nothing compared to the tingles she was experiencing with his finger deep in her ass. She lifted her butt back experimentally, just an inch or so.
“Ah, you like it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Mason still stroked his dick in front of her. She could see he was growing restless. He’d swollen even bigger than before. She licked her lips.
“Please, Sir, fuck my mouth with your cock.”
The nasty words startled both of them, but his nostrils flared and his cock jerked in his hand.
He stepped closer again. “Open your mouth and don’t fucking bite me when he shoves that plug in your ass. Understand, slut?”
God, why did those words, that tone, fucking thrill her so much? Just hearing them made her want to writhe and beg and be filled by both of them.
“Yes, Sir, I understand.”
Another dribble ran down her asshole, and a sudden rending filled her with shocked pleasure. She could feel two fingers now, sliding in and out.
Griff was finger-fucking her ass.
Could she be any dirtier?
Emma flicked her tongue at Mason. “Come on, then,” she demanded.
That earned her another three fast and hard slaps to her butt. They only served to amp her lust even more.
Mason tangled his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back, shoving his cock between her open, gasping lips.
“You don’t order me, slut. You want my cock? Then take it. All the way down your throat.”
He thrust so far and hard into her mouth she lost her breath and saw stars. Then he pulled back, adjusted slightly, cupped her head with both hands, and slowly began to feed her his dick.
Behind her, Griff’s fingers fell away from her ass, and another long squirt of lube poured over her.
“Push back,” he ordered.
She did and closed her eyes, concentrating on Mason’s dick. She tightened her lips around the head and slowly slid down his length, taking him as deep as she could.
The softly rounded tip of the plug hit her asshole and pushed forward, spreading her little ring with ease. Griff had loosened her up enough that it felt damn good. Not painful at all.
She pulled back to the tip of Mason’s dick, swabbed the hot cap, and licked up the still-leaking pre-cum.
Griff spread her ass cheeks, and the cool air sent another zing of frenzied lust through her.
Unbelievable. She was already about to come, and from nothing more than giving a blowjob and getting plugged.
Emma mewled around the hard dick in her mouth as the plug slid in deeper, spreading her even more. There was a sudden resistance, and she froze, lips pressed tightly around Mason’s shaft.
“No teeth,” he said and caressed her cheek. “Relax, Emma. Push back and let the plug fill your ass. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The way it parts you and sinks deep inside. And here you are, bound, ass up, unable to stop it, even if you wanted to. That’s exciting, isn’t it? To be so helpless? To be a vessel merely for our pleasure?”
She felt every soft, erotic word, became even more aroused. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose then inched down on his cock, slow and tight, mimicking the plug as it sank inexorably into her ass.
Emma felt the base flare and sucked even harder, preparing herself.
A sharp burst of pain and the plug pushed through her sphincter and seated tightly in her butt.
She groaned and sucked, licked and writhed as she tried to adjust to the burn in her butt. Like a firecracker going off both inside and out.
Griff petted her bottom and blew a slow stream of air across the plug.
Oddly enough, it seemed to help. The sharp stabs of unpleasant pain receded into a sort of heart-pounding throb. She felt full, stuffed, and absolutely abused.
Her cunt quivered.
“Good girl,” Mason cooed and pulled his dick out with a loud, wet pop.
Griff reappeared and pushed a strand of hair from her eyes. “You took that plug well, Emma.” He winked. “It’s small, and you’re going to have to work up to something bigger. You have an incredibly beautiful ass.”
She blushed at the compliment, ridiculously pleased. “Thank you, Sir.”
He chuckled. “I suspect your pretty little ass is going to take a lot of abuse from your Master, Emma. Best to get it broken in right now.”
The jolt of reality shook her. Her Master.
It sounded so different coming from his mouth than it did from her imagination. Emma closed her eyes briefly, hearing the voice of the shadow man who commanded her fantasies. Was it merely coincidence he sounded a lot like Griff?
Was that a sign of some sort? And if so, what the hell kind of sign was it? She’d never been any good at deciphering mystical mumbo-jumbo. She preferred straight-to-the-point conversation, herself.
“So,” he continued. “You’ve racked up quite an impressive amount of strokes for a newbie.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, truly contrite. She didn’t like having them upset with her.
“Me, too. But, they must be administered.” He squatted, coming down to her face level. His expression was stern. “You must understand this lesson, Emma. This is not a reward spanking, nor is it intended in any way to bring you pleasure.”
She couldn’t suppress a shudder. That didn’t sound very fun or pleasurable. “What’s the point, then, Sir?” she asked.
He didn’t seem put out by the question. “To teach you absolute obedience.”
Now that really raised her hackles. She wasn’t a damn dog.
Griff cupped her chin. “You don’t like the idea of absolute obedience?”
“No,” she said firmly. “I don’t.”
“Good, that means you’re learning boundaries. It doesn’t matter what type of D/s relationship you eventually enter into, though. There will always be punishment you don’t like. Spankings, standing in the corner, orgasm denial. All of this is meant to reinforce your position of submission in the relationship.”
She was both appalled and confused. Some of it sounded exciting, but some aspects sounded horrible. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be anyone’s sub.
“What if I just like to be spanked and not have the rest?”
Mason tapped her nose and nudged Griff. “I saw your face while he was plugging you, little one. Felt how you reacted to my words. You liked being called a slut, being unable to move, being helpless to having your ass filled. Didn’t you?”
She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir, I did.”
“You are meant for this lifestyle, Em
ma, and part of it is discipline. The deeper into the aspects you get, the more you will learn to appreciate them. Even having your ass whipped for disobedience.”
She wanted to argue, but she knew it was both fruitless and stupid. Her wish was what brought her to this point. She was tied up, stuffed, and ready to be flogged.
She wanted to at least experience it before deciding whether or not to quit.
Griff stroked her cheek again. “I’m going to call it an even dozen, Emma, though you’ve earned more than that. I will be using a single-tail whip on you. It’s loud and it stings like hell. I could use the lighter flogger on you, but I feel you need stricter reinforcement at the moment. Do you know why you are being disciplined?”
She shifted on the bench, eyes going wide as the plug moved inside of her. Instinctively she clenched her butt to keep it in. The motion served to further spear her ass, and she groaned. “Uh, failure to call you Sir, hesitating when I stripped.”
“Yes, those are there. What else?”
“More hesitating, coming without permission, being a smart ass?”
He smiled widely. “Good girl,” he said. “You remembered them all.”
Her entire body flushed with pride.
Griff rose and went to the sideboard. When he returned he carried a long-handled, flat leather whip. It looked like a belt on the end of a strap, really. He cracked it against his hand and she jumped at the loud retort.
Oh hell, that is going to hurt.
Mason rubbed at her shoulder. “It’ll be okay. You can handle it. That sounds worse than it really is, I promise.”
She closed her eyes tight and waited.
“Emma?” Griff said.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Open your eyes.”
Damn.
She forced her lids up and focused on the television screen in front of her. The movie was at the part where the girl was restrained in much the same way she now found herself bound. Except the woman on screen had an electrical dildo or something shoved in her ass, and the diabolical-looking doctor kept cranking the amps and making her jump.
Emma’s clit twitched in empathy and envy.
Mason chuckled. “She’s getting aroused again,” he said.
“I can feel it,” Griff replied.
A light-gray shadow formed at the edges of her vision, and she looked but didn’t see anything. Suddenly, a wash of anticipation crashed over her, stealing her breath. She recognized the sensual marks of Griff’s need. But he wasn’t even touching her.
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