“Shush. Eyes front.”
“I’ve seen those. Yuck. No way. And a collar and leash is not really –”
“I said, quiet! Head on the floor. Now!” And he smacked the couch with the crop.
Startled, she bowed until her head touched the rug and her pretty ass was presented high.
“Five.” Without other warning, he cropped her ass five times, hard enough to make her squeal. Hard enough to make brilliant red stripes on her skin.
“Sit up again. I know anal’s a hard limit of yours and Q’s. Ears aren’t.” Then he bent down and gripped her neck. Slowly, with her tracking him out the side of her widened eyes, he pulled her upper body to him, as if he were a fisherman hauling in a catch. “But this isn’t a pair of ears.” He lifted his other hand and showed her the pink ball gag. A training one only – he didn’t want to freak her out.
“No!” she whispered.
Though his hand was on her neck, he could feel her straining to get away. But no safeword. He waited another moment to be sure. “I need you quieter.” Then he put the ball between her lips and did up the buckle at the back. Though Sabrina shuddered, she let him. “Good girl.” He kissed her cheek. “I know you can still talk, if with less sass. Say ‘ghost.’”
When she gargled it out, he nodded.
With her mouth out of action, she seemed to have dropped straight into submissive mode and only whimpered a little as he put on the collar, then the wrist and ankle cuffs.
“Tonight,” he murmured in her ear, “You will address me as Sir, always. Mistakes will be corrected with the crop. Understood?”
Sabrina nodded quickly.
He clipped her ankle cuffs together and her wrist cuffs with her hands at her back then held her chin. “I might take it off now and then, when I want to. But,” he traced her lips where they formed an O around the ball, “I love the look of it in your mouth. It makes you look…mine.” An urge took him, to push this farther. “Do you like being mine? Do you like me doing what I want to you?”
Though she shut her eyes, she opened them again a moment later, swallowed, and nodded. And that, alone, sent a thrill all the way to his balls.
“Good.” He placed his hands on her breasts and caressed them until she was breathing fast, then slid one hand down to her pussy and played with her clit and her entrance. “Don’t drip too much on the carpet, pet. Though watching you squirm is the most fun I’ve had all day.”
Her whine made him chuckle. “I should have gagged you earlier,” he rumbled.
A few leisurely pumps of his finger, all the way up inside, had her trying to spread her legs. He slapped her pussy once and she whined again.
He climbed to his feet. Though his pants were uncomfortable with his erection straining against them, he’d leave his clothes on for a while. Both of them had a thing for submitting to a man in a suit who kept them naked. A suit though, was a bitch in summer. Pants and shirt would have to do. He adjusted his boxers to let his cock have some relief. God, already he was quivering. Sabrina on her knees, like this, pressed all his buttons. Making her ass redder would up things to nuclear level, and getting Q doing things to her…the sun might explode. He looked at Q, where she still sat on the couch, mouth slightly open.
“See something you want?”
“Yes, Sir. Very much so. She looks…hot enough to lick all over. To eat.”
“Women do, when on their knees, waiting for their Dom to instruct them.”
“May I touch her?”
Sabrina gargled indignantly and shook her head. He snorted. The woman protested about everything even when gagged. The crop…he found it where he’d left it propped against the arm of the couch, picked it up, and gave Sabrina a slap on the side of each breast.
She silenced.
“Not yet, Q. First…”
Tearing his gaze away from Sabrina was difficult, but he managed. He searched in the bags again and took out the leather body harness, then held it by the collar for Q to see. “Like this?”
Knowing Q, he went closer, stroked her head then slid his hand up to lightly grab a handful of hair at the roots. Gripping her hair tighter would happen in a flash, if he needed to.
After one deep breath, a dreamy look pooled in her eyes.
As if he didn’t already have that checked on his mind list of things that made Q melt.
“Is it a slave harness?” Q smiled. “I like it. She’ll look even sexier in that.”
“Call it a body harness. But it’s not for her, it’s for you.” Smirking, he scrunched his fingers in the roots of her hair.
Her frown arrived a millisecond later. Now, her attempt at escape. She jerked, and took hold of his wrist. Nothing budged, of course.
“Not a chance, Q. I’m stronger.” By sheer force, he manhandled her into a facedown position on the couch, held her there with a knee parked on her back, and his hand still controlling her head, while he growled to her. “Be careful. If you do anything wild you might knock our pet over, since she’s cuffed. And I know you don’t want that. Behave.” He shook her head, turned it so he could watch her mouth.
With her hands like claws, she gripped the upholstery, as if what he did pained her. Well, he was doing it wrong if it didn’t. She choked in few heavy breaths, then gasped out, “Yes, Sir.”
“I have no tolerance for over-the-top bratting tonight. Do it and I’ll put you in a corner for an hour with a vibe strapped to your clit and a dildo inside you. Got that?”
“Yes,” she added softly. He yanked her hair for emphasis. “Yes!”
He hauled her upright and took off her underwear himself – making sure to keep contact while he did it – dominating her with his presence. While bra clasps were undone, and straps slipped half off her shoulders, he pressed up against her, and bit from her collarbone to the upper curve of her breast, to her nipple and its piercing. Pulling the bra all the way off, gave him the opportunity to drag his nails up her back, through the fall of her raven black hair then down her arms with the descent of the straps.
The quiver of her body and pitiful whimpers made him smile. But she was grinding against him by then, or trying to. He had Q marked in every way. Once he got her like this, she was his.
“Hands at your back. Grab your elbows.”
As her shoulders went back, her breasts thrust out in a delicious way. Fuck. Tempting. So he went around behind her, grated out, “Stay still,” and took each nipple between finger and thumb, then squeezed and tugged until she whimpered some more.
And taking down her panties, well, he’d need his brain transplanted if he didn’t curve his palm into her pussy and feel between her legs.
With his fingers molded into the warm wetness of her slit, he crouched and bit her ass cheek. She trembled like a leaf torn at by wind. “You like being fucking crushed, being dominated. Don’t you? Answer.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He could swear his hand got wetter at that.
Slowly he rose, sliding up the length of her body. He touched her everywhere, keeping close to her skin, smelling her femaleness. Reveling.
When he reasserted the grip in her hair, she bowed her head, lips parted. Without letting her go, he picked up the harness. The collar went on first then he unkinked the strap leading downward. Next came the straps around her body – one buckled above her breasts, a middle one went below them, and another went around her, across her stomach. From that strap the removable heavy silver chain travelled down between her legs and up again to fasten at the back of the same strap. He fished the wrist cuffs from the couch, buckled them on, and pulled her hands to her back where he clipped them to a D ring on the middle strap.
“I didn’t leash our pet, yet, but you…you need it.” He clipped the leash onto the collar, played his fingers lightly over her face. “Now,” he said softly, “You’re both mine. There are enough D rings on this harness to fasten you to anything. So be very, very good.”
Q gulped.
What to do next? With Sabrina looki
ng up at them all watery-eyed and wet chinned, and Q subdued with her hands behind her, there was one last hurdle he wanted to send Sabrina over before…before he left them.
“Stay here.” The couch was a foot behind Q. “If you overbalance, the couch is here to sit on. Now.” He squatted, undid Sabrina’s ankle cuffs, and using the pillow she kneeled on, pulled her in close. Then he sat on the couch. Both women were in easy reach. He cupped Sabrina’s face while he took off the gag. Licking her lips, she waited for him to go on.
“In the last few weeks, I’ve let you two play and let Q have a say in what happens. And she’s respected your wish not to go down on her. But” – he tapped Sabrina’s nose –“you suck my cock. You’ve let Q go down on you many, many times. Tonight, I’m going to watch you do her. Uh-uh. No frowning.” Her eyes dilated when she saw him lift the crop. “This is for the frown.”
Q wasn’t going anywhere. With a grip on Sabrina’s hair he stretched her forward and placed a few good swats on her butt, paused, and did a few more, even harder, making her wince.
“Ow!” She hissed in through her teeth.
He stopped and watched her pained wince transform into an angry glare.
“I didn’t frown!”
“Do you want more?” He raised the crop menacingly.
Q jumped in to rescue her friend. “I don’t recommend arguing with your Dom, little girl.”
Eyes downcast, she stared at nothing. “No.”
He planted a light warning slap on her thigh.
“No, Sir!” she amended quickly.
“Good. Start thinking more or I’ll be using this a lot. Now.” He edged her chin up with the business end of the crop. “Any real, serious problems with doing this?” She strained with her arms as if she tested the inescapability of the wrist cuffs. “None?”
“I don’t wanna.” Her pout almost made him laugh. With that he pulled the pillow forward another few inches. The pillow she knelt on matched them up almost perfectly – Sabrina’s dark pink lips were four inches from Q’s pussy. Q’s expression was rapt.
“‘I don’t wanna’ is not your safeword, pet. You breathing, Q?”
She sucked in a ragged breath. “Mmm.”
This time he did laugh. “Up higher on your knees, pet.” Slowly Sabrina raised herself, The tip of her tongue came out then zipped back in. “Begin. Make it good.”
Her eyes flared. “You can’t rate my performance! You’ll make me nervous.” He tapped the crop. “Sir.”
“Make Q happy. That’s all I ask. I’m not rating you. And pet, you really think that’s going to be hard to do? As soon as you put your tongue on her, she’ll be close to coming.”
“Sir,” Q muttered. “Please don’t. I’m having enough trouble.”
“I noticed.” He grinned, laid down the crop, put his hand on Q’s ass, the other in Sabrina’s tumbled mess of beach-blonde hair, and gently urged them together.
“Sir?” The anxious look in Sabrina’s eyes made him stop.
“Yes?”
“I don’t know what to do.” She sucked in her bottom lip. “I’ve never –”
Q awoke at that. “Don’t make her, Sir. She doesn’t want to.”
If he asked Sabrina directly if she wanted to do this, he had a feeling she’d never say it.
“Are you safewording, pet?” He waited.
She ducked her head. Her answer was so subdued, he had to strain to hear.
“No, Sir.”
He’d bet his last dime she wanted to do this. He considered, checking them both. Quiet instruction seemed the way.
“Then I’ll guide you. Okay?” He stirred her hair with his fingers, and let her have some time to think.
“Yes,” Sabrina said quietly before she looked up at Q’s face then at him. “Okay. Thank you.”
“Good. Try a kiss first.”
She shut her eyes, slowly leaned in, and kissed Q on the clit. At Q’s drawn-out groan, she glanced upward again.
“Now use your tongue on her. Alternate. Soft at first. Then harder then soft again. Try that.”
“Okay.” She took a big breath then bent forward again. She gave one lick then her mouth sucked and worked at Q, in little spurts. Every so often he saw her little tongue dart out and lick again.
Never had he had a front row seat to a girl testing out the limits of her bisexuality. Never like this. His dick seemed so hard it might just pop off and whizz around the room. He nearly laughed out loud at that picture, then sighed and zeroed back in on what Sabrina did to Q. She became bolder – curling out her tongue and swiping from the slit up across Q’s clit then swirling around and around it.
Under his palm, the muscles in Q’s ass tensed and relaxed and her groans grew louder. She stiffened, pulled at the cuffs so the strap below her breasts tightened. About to come? With both of them cuffed he had some control.
“Rest, pet.” He pulled Sabrina back, smiling at how she licked her lips, seemingly enraptured with what she’d done to poor Q who was now catching her breath.
“Oh, fuck. Please, Sir.” She gasped a few times. “Please, Sabrina?”
“Wait. Both of you.”
When he judged it right, he pushed Sabrina back onto her. The little sounds of sucking, the gorgeous females right here in front of his nose…in front of his poor dick. Ugh. There was no way he’d come in his pants but this was the closest he’d been to that since he was a teenager. And Sabrina was enjoying this too. Every now and then she’d pause, look up at Q, then reapply her tongue and lips.
And yes, Q was quivering with tension again. Her breaths came fast and staccato. Her torso stretched and her thighs went rock-hard. He pushed Sabrina in closer, jamming her mouth onto Q as the orgasm hit her. She screamed and writhed and Jude gritted his teeth as he watched her pleasure.
When the undulations of Q’s body stopped and she was standing there swaying and panting and coming down from the high of the orgasm, he stood.
“Good girl,” he said to Sabrina. “Stay on your knees a bit longer. I’ll be back.”
He took Q by the leash and, with one hand on her bound arms, guiding her, led her to below one of the dangling ropes. Unlike on other days, she gave him no trouble as he linked her wrist cuffs to the rope above.
His hand on the angle of neck and shoulder, he bent till his lips were on her ear. “Was that good?”
“Yes. Thank you, Sir.”
“Excellent. Now though, I’m going to make you pay for it.”
Her head turned and he saw the fire in her eyes.
“You’re so transparent, Q. Don’t hope too much. I may get you dripping wet, but this will hurt.”
She watched carefully as he backed away.
“We need Sabrina, though.” He turned-on his heel and stalked back to her.
A few minutes after, she too was secured with her hands above. From the bags he took out her little costume and the broad leather belt then he collected the crop and a few other things, and walked back with his attention completely on her. “I feel like dressing you up.”
“Is it pretty, Sir?” She wrapped her hands in the rope, and raised a skeptical eyebrow.
When he shook out the little black lace skirt and let the bra dangle she barely caught her frown before it spread.
Sabrina sighed. “Sir. I have a thing about only wearing what suits my complexion. And that’s like slutty vampire slut gear. I’m really not feeling all that undead today.”
He swallowed the laughter, let the ball gag uncurl from his hand. “Whatever made me think I’d need this?”
“Nooo.”
“Yes.”
Though she ducked away as far as the rope would let her he caught her and popped in the gag.
The little skirt when he wriggled it up her legs sat on her hips, so short it revealed her ass. He loved it. The matching see-through bra was strapless and he did up the clasp then made sure her breasts sat with her nipples framed in the openings. He kissed each, once.
“Beautiful. Watch whi
le I do things to Q. But, come to think of it…now I have you all tied up…” Like he had before, he played with her breasts and her pussy, even put his mouth to each nipple and sucked a while. When he had her screwing her toes into the floor, he stopped. “There. Now you know how you make Q feel, most days. Tease.”
He circled her, cruised his palm over her ass. “I can’t pass this up. If I put one hand here…” He cupped her pussy with the heel of his hand on her clit. This would do it for her. He spanked her hard, six times on one cheek, then ten on the other.
Her muffled groans came out past the gag. He started spanking her again, alternating ass cheeks, and kept going until she pressed herself rhythmically onto his hand. “There you go, pet. Now you’re extra hot.”
That made her growl indignantly.
He grinned. “You can learn how to wait. Waiting builds character.”
He stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, did the same with his shoes. Then he admired his two captives, walking around them with crop and belt in hand. Sabrina and Q in ropes – two women he’d be happy just to watch if they passed him in the street, and here they were naked and bound, and with Sabrina’s little ass still bright red. Fucking gorgeous.
Today was a good day to be a Dom.
He ended his tour of them behind Q. The crop was first. He used it on Q’s thighs, where she loved it most – first the very end, and then the whippy shaft after she warmed up and could take more. Then the belt, hard and methodical. Then more of the crop. Every gasp, every tremble, every whimper, and every mark that appeared, he drank in with his eyes.
To give her a rest, and let her feel the change in sensations, he’d stop now and then to trace the damage with his fingertips, or draw a finger along her swollen pussy.
A final thwack with the crop made her clutch the rope with her fingers. Done. He smiled. His latest work of art.
Red welts from the belt stood out on her back. A few lines from the crop crossed her ass but most were lower. Lines of pink, and bright red, as well as few early bruises, marked her thighs where he’d hit. Too bad he didn’t have a cane to try on her. She’d probably love it. He’d never had a sub that liked this kind of pain. He wiped away sweat with his forearm then went to her and ran his thumb over her lower lip. Her whimpers and moans had again succeeded in making his cock hard as steel. She was standing, but swaying. Blue balls? Ha. His were probably purple.
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