Playing Their Parts: A Kindred Tales Novel

by Anderson, Evangeline

  “Shame on you, Stone,” she scolded breathlessly, though she made no move to make him stop sucking her nipples. “You’ve been bad and now you must be punished!”

  “But Mistress,” he growled, releasing her nipple. “All I want to do is pleasure you with my mouth and tongue.”

  “Forget it!” Cassie snapped, frowning sternly at him. “I say you must be punished and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. In fact, you won’t be allowed to, uh, taste me for a whole week as part of your punishment.”

  She had finished strapping Stone in place now but she was still facing him, frowning down at him for once instead of looking up because she was standing on the little staircase.

  “Mistress,” Stone growled, looking into her eyes. “Flog me if you must, but don’t withhold your favors. You know how I long to taste you—how thirsty I get for your juices. Please don’t deny me the pleasure of licking and tasting your soft, sweet little pussy.”

  Cassie’s breath caught in her throat and a shiver of pure lust went through her at his hot, dirty words and the way he was looking her in the eyes as he spoke them. God, before this mission she never would have guessed her stoic Kindred partner could be so good at being bad!

  But a beep from the camera drone, which was hovering near the ceiling, recording everything, brought her back to herself.

  “I have spoken and I won’t change my mind,” she told Stone sternly. “You must be punished!”

  Climbing down the little staircase, she pushed it back in the corner and went to the wooden rack to select her instrument of torture. For a long moment she pretended to deliberate between the cane and the crop. Then, finally, she reached for the thick leather handle of the flogger.

  Picking it up, she swished it through the air. It had many long, soft suede strips on the end which could be wielded quite effectively if one knew what one was doing. Luckily, thanks to her classes with Madam Electra, Cassie did.

  Sending a silent thank-you to the dominatrix, she took a stance behind Stone and began to flog him with blows that were much softer than they looked.

  The suede tassels of the flogger made a satisfying smack-smack-smack against the taut leather of Stone’s trousers. Cassie had never allowed herself to notice how tight her partner’s ass was before—now it was completely on display and she couldn’t help noticing. God, Stone was really a mouthwatering sight, spread out and tied down as he was, his broad back and muscular chest on display.

  “This is for not pleasuring me correctly!” she exclaimed, flogging him again. “And this is for being a bad body-slave!”

  “I have tried to serve you well!” Stone writhed in his bonds. “But how can I when you withhold yourself from me, Mistress? How can I pleasure you correctly if you won’t allow me to taste you?”

  “You’ll never taste me again!” Cassie vowed recklessly. Caught up in the moment, she threw down the flogger and came to stand right behind her partner. Thrusting her bare breasts against his broad, bare back, she reached around in front of him and found the magno-tabs that held his tight leather trousers closed.

  “Mistress?” There was confusion and lust in Stone’s deep voice as he tried to look over his shoulder to see what she was doing.

  “Be still!” Cassie snapped. This was also off script, but she found that she quite liked a little improvisation herself. Unfastening the magno-tabs, she peeled down the tight leather trousers, exposing Stone’s long, hard shaft.

  It felt as good in her hand as it had the other night—better, because this time instead of being made to touch it, she wanted to touch and stroke her partner here.

  “Do you feel that, Stone?” she asked sternly as she stroked his hard length up and down with deliberate slowness. “Do you feel my hands on you—touching you—owning you?”

  “Yes, Mistress…” His voice was a hoarse growl and he bucked his hips, thrusting into her hand.

  “Listen to me,” Cassie told him. “You’re mine, Stone—mine to do with as I please. And right now, it is my pleasure to punish you and deny you the right to taste my pussy. Do you understand?”

  Her partner gave a low, angry groan and Cassie felt his entire, big body tense.

  “No, Mistress! I do not understand!” Stone snarled savagely. There was a low ripping sound and suddenly the thick leather of the manacles was torn apart and the big Kindred was free.

  “Stone?” Cassie stepped back from him, not having to fake the uncertainty and fear on her face. She had always known Stone was strong but actually seeing him rip through the thick leather manacles like they were made of tissue paper gave her a whole new healthy respect for his immense strength.

  “Mistress.” He turned on her, his eyes blazing with lust and fury. “I think it’s time you got a little punishment of your own!”

  Forty-One

  Cassie tried to back away from him, but her partner was too quick for her. Before she knew it, he had her arms over her head and her wrists strapped into the smaller pair of leather manacles.

  “Stone?” she gasped, tugging uselessly against the thick leather straps. “Stone, what are you doing?”

  “I’m taking what you denied me, Mistress,” he growled. And then he was on his knees before her, pushing up the tight black leather miniskirt to bare her pussy in the black lace crotchless panties she was wearing.

  “Stone, don’t!” Cassie exclaimed, twisting against the strong hands gripping her hips. “I…I command you to stop!”

  “You cannot command me anymore,” Stone told her. “I am making the commands now. And my first command is for you to spread your legs for me, Mistress.”

  “What? Why?” Cassie demanded, trying to twist her hips away from him. It was a useless maneuver since she was manacled to the flogging frame, but she was fully into her part as an outraged Mistress now, so she had to at least try to get away.

  “So I can take what you have denied me,” Stone growled at her. “So I can taste your sweet, soft, pussy.”

  “What? No!” Cassie cried but her partner wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  “Spread your legs or I will punish you, Mistress,” he threatened her, his voice a deep, menacing growl.

  “You wouldn’t dare!” Cassie exclaimed.

  Stone’s piercing eyes glowed. “Oh, wouldn’t I?”

  Her partner rose to his feet and reached for something on the floor. When he picked it up, Cassie saw it was the flogger she had abandoned.

  “Stone?” she asked, her voice trembling just a bit. “What…what are you doing?”

  “Punishing you the way you punished me, Mistress,” he growled. “I’m going to spank your ass until you spread your thighs for me.”

  And before Cassie could protest, he had gone around behind her and was pushing her skirt even higher. Then he pulled down her panties to bare her ass completely.

  “Stone, how dare you?” she gasped, still playing the outraged Mistress. “You—”

  The long suede tassels of the flogger hit her bare ass with a stinging hiss, making her gasp.

  God, I can’t believe he’s actually doing it—he’s actually flogging me!

  It didn’t really hurt, other than a bit of stinging, but Cassie writhed and moaned anyway, pretending that she could barely stand it. In fact, this was exactly the kind of scene she’d hoped to play out with her ex when they had taken the BDSM classes together. But she’d never been able to truly respect Keith enough to give herself over to him with such abandon. With Stone, though, she knew her partner and trusted him completely.

  And having him tie her up and spank her was making her so wet she could hardly stand it.

  “Your ass is getting as red as a sunset, Mistress,” Stone growled behind her. “Are you ready to spread your thighs for me and let me taste you now?”

  “All right!” Cassie gasped. “All right, Stone, I…I’ll open for you. Just don’t whip me anymore.”

  “As my Mistress wishes,” he growled and came around to face her. Once more, he sank to his knees. Putti
ng the flogger down carefully to one side, he put his hands on her thighs and looked up at her. “Open for me, Cassandra,” he growled softly. “Spread your soft little pussy and let me in.”

  Moaning wordlessly, Cassie did as he commanded. Spreading her thighs, she widened her stance so that he could reach her pussy.

  “Gods, look how wet you are, Mistress.” Stone’s deep voice was hoarse with lust as he examined her puffy outer pussy lips and her slippery pink inner folds. “I think maybe getting whipped agrees with you.”

  “Of course it doesn’t,” Cassie protested, feeling a surge of embarrassment. The truth was, the flogging her partner had given her had really turned her on. The fact that she was so wet her pussy juices were coating her inner thighs was proof enough of that.

  “Of course it doesn’t,” Stone echoed her, his deep voice soft and sarcastic. “That’s why it made you so wet and needy. Your pussy is begging to be licked and tasted, Mistress. You need my tongue inside you—just admit it.”

  “I…I need your tongue inside me,” Cassie admitted softly. “God, Stone, please!”

  “That’s good,” he rumbled. “I love it when you beg for it, Mistress. Love to hear you beg me to taste your pussy.”

  And, leaning forward, he parted her pussy lips delicately with his thumbs and gave her a long, thorough lick that started at the entrance of her channel and ended at the top of her slit.

  Cassie moaned frantically as she felt his hot tongue drag over the sensitive bump of her clit. God, her partner was good at this! He had only just started but she could already tell he was an expert at going down.

  “Stone!” she gasped, twitching her hips. “Oh, God…”

  Her partner looked up at her, hunger burning in his pale blue eyes.

  “Deeper,” he growled. “Need to taste you deeper, Cassandra.”

  “Yes.” Cassie nodded. “Yes, okay—do it. Please, Stone—do it!”

  She had no shame left anymore, she thought—it had all been swallowed in need. And when the big Kindred took her left leg and put it over his broad shoulder, spreading her pussy even wider for his oral assault, she didn’t even complain. She just tilted her pelvis forward, offering him greater access, begging for his tongue inside her again.

  It was an invitation Stone was happy to take her up on. Leaning forward, he lapped hungrily at her open pussy, bathing her throbbing clit with his tongue and then sucking it into his mouth to circle it over and over until Cassie thought she was going to die of pleasure.

  But it wasn’t just her clit he wanted to taste. Her partner lapped every inch of her swollen cunt, thrusting his tongue deep into the well of her pussy to lick her juices and then came back up again to suck her aching clit some more.

  Cassie couldn’t hold still—she had never been tasted with such enthusiasm and skill before. Her partner’s expert oral attentions had her writhing and gasping as he lapped and sucked and penetrated her with his tongue. His fangs were out too—long and sharp—but he never even scratched her with them once.

  “Stone!” she gasped, pumping her hips helplessly as he lapped her open cunt. “Stone, so close! Just need…need something more to help me come.”

  Her partner looked up at her, his eyes blazing.

  “You need penetration, Mistress,” he growled softly. “You need something long and thick and hard to thrust deep in your soft little pussy—something your inner walls can clench around while you come.”

  “Yes!” Cassie gasped.

  Then his words sank in fully. Was he talking about making love? But that was going too far—if they did that, they’d never be able to go back to just being friends.

  “Wait…Stone?” she asked, looking down at him. “You’re not going to…you can’t, er, do that! I’m your Mistress—you must not penetrate me!”

  “Don’t worry, Mistress—I’m not going to fuck you with my shaft,” he growled. “But I don’t think my fingers are thick enough to do the job and give you what you need. What about this?”

  Cassie gasped when she saw that he was holding up the smooth leather handle of the flogger. It was much thicker than his fingers—though not nearly as thick as his shaft. Also, it was rounded on the end.

  “Stone,” she said, her eyes going wide. “I don’t know…”

  “I do,” her partner growled. “Trust me, Mistress—this will give your soft little pussy something nice and thick to grip while I make you come for me.”

  And without any more hesitation, he pressed the rounded end of the flogger handle into the mouth of her pussy and began sliding it inside her.

  Cassie gasped at the sudden invasion but she tried not to tense up. After all, Stone had said the magic words—“trust me”—and she did trust her partner, implicitly.

  So when he pushed the thick black leather handle deeper into her pussy, instead of trying to get away, she spread wider and opened for him, allowing him easier access to her body.

  “That’s right, Mistress,” Stone growled softly, looking up at her. “That’s right—spread your soft little pussy for me and let me fill it up. Open wide and let me fuck you nice and deep while I suck your sweet little clit until you come for me.”

  His dirty talk and the thick black handle stretching her inner walls, turned Cassie on like nothing else in her entire life ever had. She had dreamed of being with a man who could dominate her—had fantasized of someone who would take control and push her boundaries—and now Stone was fulfilling her dreams and making her fantasies come true.

  It was almost too much—she was so hot she thought she might pass out.

  Her heart was drumming a crazy pattern in her chest and she was right on the edge—so close to coming that just one more little touch would send her right over the edge…

  Then Stone leaned forward and sucked her clit into his hot mouth once more. Lapping her tight little button, he began fucking in and out of her, pressing the thick black handle deep inside her until he touched the end of her channel and found the mouth of her womb.

  It was too much—too much and just enough. With a wail, Cassie began to come. Hips pumping and hands clenching helplessly into fists above her head, she felt the pleasure ripple through her entire body, making her explode from the inside out.

  “Stone!” she wailed, his name like a prayer on her lips. “Stone, please…yes, please!”

  “Say it,” he growled, pulling back, though he continued thrusting. “Say it, Cassandra. Beg me to fuck you—say you want me inside you!”

  “Fuck me!” Cassie gasped, her hips still jerking helplessly as he thrust the thick black handle deep in her wet pussy. “Fuck me, Stone! I want you to—I want you inside me! Fuck me!”

  “My pleasure, Mistress,” he growled. And leaning forward, he began lashing her tingling clit with his tongue, building a second orgasm inside her almost before the first had finished rocking her to the core.

  Forty-Two

  Cassie didn’t know how many times she came. In fact, before this experience with Stone, she hadn’t even known she could be multi-orgasmic. But her partner proved conclusively that she could be—mostly because he seemed completely unwilling to stop tasting her and fucking her with the thick black flogger handle.

  They might have gone on for hours except for a voice yelling at them from overhead.

  “Enough! Don’t you hear me, you two? I’ve yelled ‘cut’ twenty times already. The scene is over!”

  It was the voice of their director—the little elf-man, Cassie realized blearily. Clearly he had been trying to get their attention for some time but she and Stone had been too wrapped up in the scene they were playing out to pay him any attention.

  “Uh…Stone?” she looked down at her partner uncertainly. He had his mouth fastened to her clit and was still stroking the thick black handle in and out of her pussy. It felt incredibly good but being reminded that they were being watched—and that all their erotic actions were being recorded—sort of put a damper on Cassie’s lust.

  Besides, she was beyon
d exhausted at this point.

  “Stone,” she said again and her partner finally looked up. With a last, sucking kiss, he drew away from her pussy.

  “What is it, Cassandra?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “How else can I pleasure you?”

  “No more,” Cassie told him. “Please, Stone—the elf director guy is telling us to stop and I’m all worn out.”

  Stone looked penitent at once.

  “Forgive me,” he murmured, leaning forward to give her thigh an apologetic kiss. “I didn’t mean to wear you out, sweetheart.”

  Cassie blinked. Stone had never called her anything but her full first name—the Kindred apparently thought it was disrespectful to shorten a woman’s name or use a nickname. But he had never called her any endearments like “honey” or “baby” or “sweetheart” before.

  Then again, he never went down on you and fucked you with a flogger handle before either, whispered a little voice in her head. Guess there’s a first time for everything, huh?

  As she watched, Stone slowly withdrew the flogger handle from inside her, leaving her feeling empty inside. Cassie bit her lip when she saw how shiny the black leather was—coated with her honey. She noticed that Stone didn’t put it back on the wooden rack. Instead, he tucked it reverently into his back pocket, as though he was taking a keepsake.

  Then he rose and turned his attention to getting her unfastened. When at last he got her completely unbuckled, Cassie took a step and nearly fell.

  “Mistress! Are you all right?” Stone swooped her up into his arms and cradled her to his chest. “Are you well?” he repeated anxiously, looking into her face.

  “’M okay,” Cassie protested. “Just a little weak in the knees.” She gave an exhausted laugh. “Being tied up and whipped and then given multiple orgasms really takes a lot out of a girl.”

  “You need rest and care,” Stone said, frowning. “I will take you back to our room.”