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“No, Tesoro. You’re being punished for coming. The boys were meant to have their pleasure first and you were meant to wait for permission.”
“I couldn’t help—”
“Don’t interrupt.” My voice brooks no argument. “You should have waited. This is your punishment.”
I wrap my hand around the length of belt that’s still tied loosely around her throat, pulling so that the leather is squeezing her delicate skin. I’d rather it was my hand but I know if I touch her my restraint will snap.
She nods, trying to bob her head in acceptance even as she tries to keep breathing past the constriction of the belt.
“It’s not your place to decide when you come, Tesoro.” I pull harder for emphasis. “We will decide if and when you climax.”
Her eyes widen, pleading for mercy. I give none. Removing my hand, I place it back on the whip. “Stay still for your punishment, Candy Cane.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I deliver two sharp slaps to her upturned ass, making sure they’re hard enough to sting but not bruise.
She groans at the unfairness of it and I chuckle. “It’s not over, Tesoro.”
I lay several more on each of her ass cheeks, careful to keep the whip moving so that she can’t predict where it’s going next. The sounds of the strikes fill the room, punctuated by her grunts and moans.
With each lash, I let the whip land harder and linger, allowing the bite of pain to sink in. She responds so well to it that it’s hard not to keep going, to turn the strikes brutal. She moans like she could take it. Like she craves it. But I have to save something for North. He wanted her broken in, not broken. That’s his speciality.
I deliver one last strike to the underside of her ass, knowing that it will also hit dead on her sweet pussy.
She shudders hard, and I let the whip drop away. Her ass is a beautiful mix of red and white stripes from the whip – a real life candy cane.
“Oh god,” she whispers on a contented sigh.
I know she’s close. She’s been so responsive to the touch of my whip. I’ve barely had to touch her with it and she’s ready to come again. I’m surprised by how well she’s done. I wasn’t convinced she would like it. Fantasy and reality are two very different things.
I’m not done with her yet. Not by a long shot. But her body needs time to come down from the edge otherwise she’ll spill over into her orgasm without permission. And that would defeat the purpose of punishing her.
“How are you, Tesoro?” I ask gently, pride tinging my voice.
She sighs her reply. “Tired.”
“But you’re close?”
“Yes.” I can hear the frustration in her voice, but she’s still crying out to me, still begging for it with her body. She’s a hot little thing, already writhing in her restraints.
“Brothers. Get her on her back,” I command.
Frost and Don rush forward from their chairs to do my bidding, untying her restraints and helping her sit up so she’s kneeling on the table. Don rubs her shoulders and arms while murmuring praises to her. I let them have a moment.
Frost smirks at me, ready to ramp up the heat. I nod to him and turn Candy around, pulling her to the edge of the table and pushing her shoulder until she gets the hint and lies back. She winces slightly when her ass makes contact with the table’s edge but I made sure not to go too hard on her back.
Frost positions Candy at the edge of the table with her heels right on the corners so that her legs are spread. He sides therestraints up the table legs and secures them around her ankles and then rakes his nails along the inside of her thighs, making her cry out. His smile is wicked as he grabs her breasts roughly, digging his fingertips in and then releasing, only to slap them hard. She whimpers and arches up into his vicious touch.
Don takes her hands and raises her arms up over her head, cuffing them together with a double ended bolt snap and then securing the cuffs by chain to the table leg.
The position arches her back and thrusts her breasts up, and puts her entire body on display for us and the voyeurs.
I walk around the table, admiring her, touching the tip of the whip to her shoulder and trailing it down her arm. I continue down until I reach the hard little nub of her nipple. She gasps at the first contact of the whip as I nod to Don.
He steps forward and grabs her throbbing nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb, pinching to make her cry out.
