‘Good,’ Sky said encouragingly. A dark smile flitted across her lips, then she turned her attention to Poppy’s bra. Her frown reappeared. ‘White bra and black pants,’ she murmured with blatant disgust. She reached for the cups of the bra and tugged them in opposite directions with powerful urgency.
Poppy grunted unhappily around the whip. Her moan was barely audible above the sound of tearing fabric. She tried to distance herself from Sky as the woman tore the bra away from her body but Wendy had tied her tightly to the pec deck. Poppy could do little more than twist and flinch against her bindings.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Sky hurled the torn fabric into a corner of the gym. She glanced at Poppy’s exposed breasts and made a noncommittal sound by way of appraisal. Her hands cupped the warm flesh and she rubbed the tips of her fingers against the raised ridge of Poppy’s dark-brown areolae. Before either of them could extract pleasure from the intimacy, she snatched her hands away and guided them deliberately downward.
Unhappily, Poppy stared at her.
Sky deliberately ignored the woman. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of Poppy’s panties and she treated her to an evil grin.
Poppy shook her head in silent refusal of what the Black Widow intended. The tendrils of the sauna whip brushed lightly against her cheek as she moved her head from side to side, but she ignored their gentle caress.
Glaring triumphantly into Poppy’s fearful eyes, Sky continued. She slid her hands inside the warmth of Poppy’s panties, touching the hidden flesh with cool, exploring fingers.
So intense was her fear and distress that an uncontrollable pulse shivered through Poppy’s body.
Ignoring her tremors, Sky worked her hands down through the thatch of flattened hairs. Her fingers moved purposefully toward the lips of Poppy’s sex and, when the tip of one nail grazed against the nub of Poppy’s clitoris, she smiled at the woman’s discomfort with malicious cruelty.
Around the whip, Poppy snatched a shuddering breath.
Still smiling, Sky tore the panties from the woman’s hips.
With the tearing fabric cutting against her intimate flesh, Poppy gasped sharply. A dull shriek wailed at the back of her throat but the noise was lost behind the whip in her mouth. A ragged sigh shook its way out of her body.
‘There,’ Sky muttered, satisfaction colouring her words. ‘Now you’re a step closer to being coordinated.’ She studied her victim for a moment, admiring the shapely curves of Poppy’s bare body. Her breasts were not overly large, but they were pert and tipped with gorgeous dark-brown areolae that silently begged for Sky to touch them. Still sitting in the posture Wendy had shown her, her narrow hips and her lithe legs possessed an appeal that had been well and truly hidden while she was clothed. Although she dressed in the most unflattering way imaginable, Sky had to admit that, naked, Poppy looked quite alluring. She remembered how her husband had joked about the dowdy solicitor’s lingerie and wondered if he had suspected she was hiding such a beautiful figure beneath her wretched clothes.
Not even aware that she was doing it, Sky reached out a hand and brushed her knuckles against the swell of Poppy’s breast. She caressed the dark-brown areola of one orb and allowed the tips of her fingers to tease the flattened nub of the woman’s nipple. A sensation like electricity passed through her fingers.
Both women studied one another suspiciously. That they had both experienced the sensation was undeniable.
Sky glared warily down at Poppy, as though she suspected her of trying some clever ploy to gain release from her bindings.
Poppy was staring unhappily up at Sky, not masking her obvious fear at this new turn in events.
Without warning, Sky gripped the woman’s nipple and squeezed hard. The tips of her manicured fingernail buried themselves into the soft tissue, almost cutting into the flesh. Wanting to inflict more discomfort than the tips of her fingers could manage, Sky twisted her wrist and tugged hard at the same time.
Poppy barked a sharp exclamation of surprise. Her jaw dropped as she stared at Sky with an expression of absolute disbelief. The whip tumbled from her mouth, bounced lightly against Sky’s wrist, then fell to the floor. When Poppy dared to glance up at the Black Widow, her face was contorted by mixed emotions. Above the pain and the hurt was a fearful frown. Poppy realised she had dropped the whip and that went directly against Sky’s orders.
Wordlessly, Sky released her grip on Poppy’s breast. She bent down to pluck the sauna whip from the floor and tested it thoughtfully with a flick of her wrist.
As the tendrils of the whip brushed through the air, Poppy flinched.
Sky studied her solemnly.
‘What do you want from me?’ Poppy whispered. ‘Why have you brought me here? And what are you going to do with me?’
Sky shook her head. ‘You’re in no position to ask questions,’ she remarked stiffly. ‘But, since you’re so curious, I suppose I should tell you. I’m not going to do anything to you that you haven’t done to me,’ she explained enigmatically.
Poppy shook her head, not bothering to hide her lack of comprehension. ‘I don’t understand.’ She sobbed. ‘What are you going to do to me?’
‘I’m going to do the same thing to you as you’ve done to me. I’m going to fuck you over. I’m going to fuck you over and I’m going to make you desperately unhappy.’ Sky’s smile broadened as she watched more tears well in Poppy’s eyes. Before the woman had a chance to protest, Sky raised the sauna whip. With a harsh cry of satisfaction, she brought it swiftly down against Poppy’s bare breast. The whip’s sharp-edged tips bit cruelly into her exposed nipple.
Poppy’s cry of despair echoed hollowly against the mirrored walls of the gymnasium. She tugged against the restraints at her hands and her feet, shaking her head in refusal of the pain flaring in her chest.
Her discomfort was so obvious that Sky almost felt a twinge of sympathy. It was only a short-lived emotion – Sky quickly killed it before it could develop. Not trusting the threat of her own good nature, Sky stopped herself from empathising with the woman’s plight. She reminded herself how much suffering she had been forced to endure because of Poppy’s stupidity and incompetence. Thinking of the hardship she had lived through during the past two years was more than enough to quash her compassion. Sky raised the whip high in the air and struck Poppy on the other breast. She scored her victim with pinpoint accuracy, flicking the whip adroitly against Poppy’s nipple.
The leather tips of the sauna whip cracked like autumn twigs.
Poppy’s mortified cries turned into agonised shrieks.
With bitter satisfaction, Sky began to laugh. Poppy was staring at her with hurt, tear-swollen eyes and that only added to her good mood.
‘Does that make you feel better?’ Poppy asked miserably.
Sky snapped the sauna whip twice through the air. The first blow scored a direct hit on Poppy’s left breast. The second grazed the areola of her right. Each blow extracted anguished cries from Poppy. With her smile tightening, Sky slapped the sauna whip down between her legs. The tips bit hard against the PVC bench, landing so close to the bare lips of Poppy’s sex that both women flinched. Glancing at the end of the whip, Sky could see a handful of Poppy’s dark-brown public hairs caught in the leather tendrils. She had not intended to go so near to the woman’s pussy with the weapon and realising how close she had come to properly hurting her sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Sky’s body.
‘Damned right that makes me feel better,’ Sky murmured honestly. She glanced at Poppy’s nipples, swollen from the barrage of blows they had just received. She supposed that they were standing so proudly simply because of the abuse they had endured. She doubted it could be attributed to anything else. Nevertheless, when she placed an inquisitive finger against the thrust of one nipple, she knew that Poppy’s cry was not made from discomfort.
‘You have a submissive side, don’t you?’ Sky muttered, rolling the hard button of flesh between her thumb and forefinger.
Sky squeezed the swollen tip hard. With her other hand she raised the whip and brought it down smartly against Poppy’s other breast.
‘Don’t talk back to me, you dumb bitch,’ Sky hissed. ‘You have a submissive side, which means you might get off on some of the stuff I have planned for you. But if you start trying to talk back to me, I’ll make sure you suffer through every long minute of this afternoon. Do I make myself clear?’ As she asked the question, Sky squeezed hard on the delicate nub of flesh she was holding.
Poppy had her eyes squeezed shut, as though this would combat the flare of pain emanating from her breast. Snorting air through her nostrils like a panting mare, she nodded her response to Sky’s question, unable to manage her words.
‘Good,’ Sky growled. ‘I’m pleased that we understand one another.’
Poppy stared miserably at the Black Widow, the pain still torturing her features even when Sky had removed her hand. ‘I’m sorry for talking back,’ she murmured unhappily. ‘I didn’t mean to cause offence and I didn’t mean to –’
‘Shut up,’ Sky said softly. ‘Or I’ll whip your tits again.’
Poppy held her tongue and stared at the woman in fearful silence.
Sky grinned at her eager obedience, warming to the dual roles of dominatrix and disciplinarian. She turned the sauna whip round in her hand, holding the top of the handle, close to the tendrils of the whip. After studying the rounded base of the handle for a moment, her grin widened.
Watching her, Poppy frowned in horror, recoiling from the idea that had so obviously occurred to Sky. ‘No way,’ she gasped.
‘I told you to shut up,’ Sky reminded Poppy absently. She was still staring at the rounded end of the whip’s handle, a fond smile teasing her lips as she considered its smooth phallic shape. ‘Don’t make me warn you again,’ Sky added meaningfully.
Poppy looked as though she was about to say something but she caught glint if the malice in Sky’s hazel eyes. The unspoken threat of punishment was more than enough to silence her. Even when Sky brandished the end of the whip in front of her face, she remained obediently silent.
‘Suck it,’ Sky said simply. She pushed the edge of the whip against Poppy’s lower lip. ‘Suck it, and get it good and wet,’ Sky instructed her.
Rolling her lips around the phallus-shaped handle, Poppy sucked on the rounded end. Watching her, Sky could see the woman’s tongue distorting the soft flesh of her cheek as she valiantly attempted to wet the entire length. Sky was surprised by how stimulating she found the sight. Poppy did not look particularly pretty as she sucked on the whip, but Sky thought she was a vision of servility as she tried to accommodate all of it in her mouth.
It was an unconscious reaction when she reached a hand into Poppy’s hair and pulled her head against the phallus. Because Poppy was seated and she was standing, sky was struck by the realisation that this was how it would feel for a man to get a blow job. The idea brought a peculiar excitement and inspired a sudden appetite that she had not expected.
The need to have Poppy’s tongue was sudden but overwhelming.
Sky snatched the handle of the whip from Poppy’s mouth and held it up to the lights beneath the gym’s ceiling. The black leather glistened with the coating of Poppy’s saliva.
Sky released her hold on Poppy’s hair, moved the whip down and pushed it between Poppy’s legs. The end pressed rudely into her cleft, forcing itself roughly against the lips of Poppy’s labia. Because she was tied hand and foot to the pec deck, and because she was sitting in the correct posture for exercising, the handle of the whip could not penetrate her. However, Sky knew that the phallic end of the handle would be exciting the sensitive flesh between her legs.
Not that Sky was particularly bothered about Poppy’s enjoyment of their afternoon in the gym. The solicitor’s pleasure was so unimportant it was barely worth contemplating. Nevertheless, Sky felt she would extract far more satisfaction from this afternoon if she forced her victim to endure a thrill of the pleasures that she was probably unfamiliar with.
Poppy sighed as the handle of the whip was pushed between her legs. Sky rolled the rounded end hard against the eager lips of her hole. As she did this, Sky pressed the rigid handle slightly upward, so that its hard length brushed firmly against the thrust of Poppy’s clitoris. Again, Poppy made a small sound of protest, but now it was a half-hearted noise. Her eyes were open wide and she was staring at her tormentor with a newly developed respect. Her cheeks were tinted with a darkening blush and her eyes, still dewy with tears, now shone with an excited sparkle.
Sky rolled the length of the handle harder, wedging the implement between the lips of Poppy’s sex and the PVC bench. She allowed herself a brief smile of satisfaction when her handiwork was complete, then studied Poppy’s confused face.
It was obvious from the way she shook her head, and the way her breathing had suddenly changed, that Poppy was torn between conflicting emotions. On the one hand, Sky could see that she was loath to enjoy herself sexually under these circumstances, especially as the victim of another woman. But Sky could also see that Poppy’s body was responding eagerly to the combination of pain, bondage and intimate stimulation. Sky could have happily watched Poppy struggling to deal with her dilemma through the rest of the afternoon. There was something exciting about the woman’s naivety and her innocent manner. It was obvious that her pleasure was mounting but she seemed incapable of dealing with it under these circumstances. If Sky had not felt the urgent pull of her own longing, she would have happily teased Poppy for the remainder of the day.
She reminded herself that Poppy’s humiliation was only one aspect of the revenge she had been planning. Sky was willing to forsake some of the pleasure now, knowing that she could enjoy delivering a long, drawn-out punishment when her main victim finally arrived. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed hold of the zipper at her crotch and carefully tugged it open. The teeth pulled slowly back, then parted, revealing the shaved lips of her pussy. They glistened slickly with excitement.
Poppy stared at her nervously. Her blatant unease was like a soothing balm to Sky.
Sky stroked an idle finger against the pulsing nub of her clitoris, surprised by the sudden fury of her desire. Her touch inspired a shiver of delight that scurried to every nerve-ending in her body. She could feel the slickness that moistened her cleft and the sensation of sliding her fingertip against the yielding folds of her sex produced a wonderful frisson. If it had not been for the sight of Poppy nervously licking her lips, Sky could have happily rubbed herself to a climax.
The sight of Poppy’s dark-pink tongue, stroking apprehensively against her lips, reminded Sky how urgently she needed to experience the woman. She teased the zippered sides of her gusset wide apart then placed one foot of the PVC seat of the pec deck. The side of her boot was dangerously close to the handle of the whip she had wedged against Poppy’s sex. As she stood up, Sky deliberately pushed it hard against her victim.
Poppy gasped, ‘What are you doing to me?’
‘What the hell do you think?’ Sky growled softly. She reached for the metal bars that hung above the exercise machine and gripped tightly. Still standing on the PVC bench, she placed one leg over Poppy’s shoulder and thrust her heated mound against the woman’s face. ‘Lick me, Poppy,’ she said forcefully. ‘Lick me, and make me come.’
For a moment, Sky did not think the woman was going to respond. She could feel the lips her sex bristle with excitement as she pressed them against her victim’s face. She could feel Poppy’s warm breath against her shaved lips, but she could not yet feel the intrusion of the tongue that she so desperately craved. Not that it really mattered: Sky could feel the threat of an orgasm building simply from the pleasure of experiencing Poppy’s nervous breath against her sex.
Since her change in circumstances, she had discovered there were a lot of pleasures to be had from dominating a sexual partner. There were pleas
ures that she had never suspected could be so satisfying. Even if Poppy refused to use her tongue, Sky knew that she would gain even more joy by punishing the woman for her disobedience.
She was so surprised to feel Poppy’s tongue pushing against her pussy that, at first, she did not realise it was the source of her pleasure. The tickle of electric excitement sparkled upward from the lips of her labia, causing her to shriek with mounting euphoria.
Between her legs, Poppy made an unintelligible sound as she lapped her tongue up and down against the heated wetness of Sky’s sex. Poppy dared to tap the tip of her tongue against the eager thrust of Sky’s clitoris, inspiring an excited groan.
Sky rocked her hips gently forward. She kept hold of the deck’s upper bar with one hand and used her other to stroke the back of Poppy’s head. As her fingers entwined in the brunette’s long tresses, she forced the woman’s head harder against her sex.
Poppy gasped, the sound muffled by the labia pressed over her mouth. She worked her tongue into Sky’s tight, wet hole and wriggled it forcefully.
With a scream of pure pleasure, Sky pulled Poppy’s head closer. The orgasm tore through her body like a hurricane, stirring her nerves into an intense, chaotic jumble. Her muscles were straining with the furious exertion of her climax. But still her body demanded more.
Poppy was straggling to move her head away, but Sky held her tightly, keeping her where she was needed. She knew that Poppy was close to gagging. The woman was making a desperate attempt not to drink the juice Sky’s climax had delivered. However, Sky was determined that Poppy would swallow every drop. She was also determined that the woman was going to enjoy herself while she did it, whether she wanted to or not. Deliberately, Sky pushed the heel of her boot against the whip. She glanced down and smiled, happy with the way the whip’s handle was rubbing at Poppy’s sodden cleft.
The woman between her legs suddenly gasped, and, with her fingers still buried in her hair, Sky felt a sudden change sweep through Poppy’s body.
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