Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Aidan flicked the crop against her nipples, then pressed the tip hard against the underside of one breast, lifting it. “Spread your pussy open and show us how wet you are.”
She did her best to follow the order without her hands. Carys spread her legs as wide as she could, lowering herself until her arms were pulled tight, and she would have lost her balance if she hadn’t had the restraints to pull against.
She felt her labia part, knew her pussy was open and vulnerable.
But not visible.
Because while he’d taken her skirt, he’d known what he was doing when he’d left her in the thong.
She still had one thing on, and while it didn’t cover much, it covered what her Masters wanted to see.
The crop flicked against the inside of her left thigh. A quick strike, the pain bright and sharp, fading fast.
“I’m sorry, Sirs. I want to be obedient.”
“But you aren’t.” Tristan’s words were soft. “You’re always such a perfect submissive. My dream sub. But tonight you are pushing me.”
She was pushing him exactly where they all wanted to go. “This isn’t fair, Sir.”
The crop cracked against the inside of her other thigh. Carys flinched, the delicate skin feeling hot and thin.
Aidan rolled his shoulders, tipping his head first one way and then the other. She knew that look and did her best to brace herself.
He brought the crop up in an underhand strike. The sound of leather on flesh was loud as it snapped against her inner thighs. Again and again he struck her. Not their normal pace of impact play, but the sweet pain made her lick her lips. Aidan would spank her when she asked for it, but this was something different. This felt like a real Master. She expected it from Tristan, but Aidan was a revelation.
“Sir, do you want me to count?”
“Count?” Aidan asked.
“Count each strike of my punishment?”
Tristan chuckled, a deep sound that rolled over her like a drug. “Punishment?”
The crop cracked against her pussy. Pain and pleasure blossomed in her, and Carys screamed, as much in shock as pain. Aidan struck her right above her clit, and as the stinging heat faded, a pulsing throb started up, making her clit feel swollen and needy.
“This wasn’t punishment.” He dropped the crop to the stage and cupped her sex in his big, hard hand. “That was me enjoying what’s mine.”
Aidan’s other hand fisted in her hair, forcing her head back so he could devour her mouth even as he pulled up on her pussy, making it throb harder.
He bit her bottom lip. “Now it’s time for your punishment.”
* * * *
Aidan had never felt so fucking in control before. The love of his life was wet and ready for whatever he gave her.
And he had to acknowledge the only reason this worked was because Tristan was here.
Tristan was right. They weren’t merely friends. They were something more, and acknowledging that, allowing it to be whatever it was going to be, made a massive difference. It took away any slight awkwardness they’d had before, when Aidan wasn’t sure of his place. Now he settled in.
Carys was oddly calm. He could tell from the set of her shoulders and the serene look in her eyes. Tris had been right about this, too. When they’d decided on this form of play, Aidan had worried. Tris had explained it was his way to show her he wouldn’t ever do this to her again. That he would put her needs, her peace, first.
Outside of the dungeon. Inside the dungeon, they would sometimes push her limits, though they didn’t seem to have truly done so tonight.
And he had to admit, it was fucking fun. He knew one thing. She wasn’t thinking about anything but him and Tristan. The rest of the world had floated away.
She’d “disobeyed,” and now they got to punish her.
His whole body felt alive in a way it never had before. He’d shoved down all his anxiety because he needed to stay calm in the face of an attack. But now this felt like a fucking reward. He’d done what he needed to do, proven he could stay in control, and now he got to truly top her.
He rubbed her pussy and she tensed, adjusting her position. The fabric of her itty-bitty thong was soaked, and she felt warm and soft against his hand. She’d feel warmer and softer against his dick.
Aidan lifted up, her plump pussy grinding against his fingers. Standing with her legs spread wide wasn’t a sustainable position. She was strong, but it would be too easy for her leg muscles to tire. If she dropped any further, she might hurt her legs or arms as she pulled on the restraints, or both.
Being a good Dom, he’d help her stand up straight. He pulled up, hard, his hand digging into her. Carys gasped, scrambling to bring her feet together and stand up to alleviate the pressure.