Part 14 (2/2)
”Yes, Sir. Mistress went over the safe choices for me while we were planning...” She moaned sharply as the flogger found the back of her thigh.
”Enough of this babble, girl. Your master wants to see you stuffed full. Now do it, or it will go harder on you.”
”Yes, Mistress.” She pushed back, but the wide part still resisted. ”I...f.u.c.k...its too thick.”
Deacon glared at her. ”The f.u.c.k it is. I'm thicker than that little toy and you take every inch of me.”
”You make me...” she cried out, her sheath convulsing around the plastic.
He jerked back on her ponytail. ”That's right and I will again. Now take it or answer to me.”
She swallowed hard, and bore down. - only gaining a few more centimeters.
”d.a.m.nit. Quit playing with it!” Deacon grabbed her hips. ”I said take it.” Then he pushed down firmly while triggering the mechanism inside the Sybian. She squealed as the attachment began to move, shoving more and more of its thick length inside her. Pleasure threated to consume her.
”Don't you dare come, Bethany.” He tightened his grip on her hip, keeping her motionless and forcing her to take the steady repeating strokes. ”You don't deserve to come yet.”
”Sir, please!” Her whole lower half was on fire - not from pain but the building pleasure. She ached to come - to drench the machine in her cream. The fact her Sir told she couldn't only added to the sweet torture.
”Not yet.” He freed one hand and pressed a b.u.t.ton on the remote next to his leg. ”I wanted you soaked all the way to your knees before we're done. I want to feel their wet embrace when I f.u.c.k you right here - in front of everyone.”
”Oh, s.h.i.+t. Now...not later. I'll never survive it.” Bethany moaned at the sheer eroticism of his words.
”Backtalk? Demands? Such a shame.” Jasmin walked around to the front of her, the flogger dangling from one fist. ”I expected more from you, Bethany. My Deacon needs a sub who will obey him in everything. Perhaps I should find him one who will appreciate his demands and obey without question. One that won't go behind his back to get her way.”
Fear pooled in the pit of her stomach at Jasmin's words. The woman was joking wasn't she? She wasn't going to really do it, was she?
”Please, Mistress. I'll do better. I promise.” She whimpered as the machine went still inside of her.
”Hmmm.” Jasmin lightly tapped the outside of her leg with her flogger, then turned to Deacon who was watching the byplay between the women with a blank expression. ”You love this woman, yes?”
Deacon nodded. ”Like h.e.l.l on fire.”
She sighed. ”Even though she probably won't ever completely conform to what I'd expect a true submissive to be?”
”Yeah.” He kneaded her hip. ”I love her the way she is, because when she does submit, her strength only makes it better for me.” Deacon tugged on the nipple chain with his free hand. ”Besides it gives me a reason to punish her.”
”True.” Jasmin lifted Bethany's chin with the handle end of the flogger. ”One more chance, little Bethany. You will submit and do everything I say while I teach your master how to give you what you need. Agreed?”
She licked her lips, giving over. ”Yes Mistress.”
Deacon was barely keeping his cool as Jasmin handed over the flogger. His palms grew damp and he prayed he was doing the right thing - that he didn't inadvertently hurt Bethany or their baby.
”Relax. This is no different than flogging her before she was pregnant. You avoid the same areas as you would before. The base of the spine, the kidney area.”
He swallowed hard. ”Okay.” He gave a few warm up swings, then drew a deep breath.
Jasmin nodded her approval. ”Start off nice and steady, then when she's ready we'll work up to the harder stuff.”
”Here goes nothing.” He flicked his wrist, letting the strands of the flogger dance over her already pink a.s.s. Bethany gasped, then wiggled against the still moving Sybian. He paused and nodded toward the remote - indicating he wanted Jasmin to take control of the machine. ”Keep her on edge but don't let her go over.”
The domme smiled with pleasure. ”Of course, dear boy. Your naughty little sub doesn't deserve to get off easy. It would serve her right if you made her wait for it...then forced several long o.r.g.a.s.ms out of her.”
Deacon's nostrils flared. ”h.e.l.l yeah.” He swung his arm again, this time landing the strands across Bethany's shoulders. She moaned swaying as she rubbed her c.l.i.t on the nubbed base surrounding the phallus. He was sure the b.u.mps felt good against her c.l.i.t. Next time he'd have to make sure they used a smooth one - so his sub didn't have anything to rub against. As he landed another blow, he wondered if Jasmin noticed what Bethany was doing.
”Hmmm....such a naughty sub...trying to steal your o.r.g.a.s.m? We'll see about that.” Jasmin stood and wandered over to the shelving holding various supplies and tidbits. When she came back with a s.h.i.+ny piece of metal in her hand, he grinned, especially when she held it up for his inspection.
”Care to do the honors, Deacon?”
He shook his head. ”No, go ahead.” He leaned over Bethany. ”Don't you dare come.”
She gave a m.u.f.fled oath when Jasmin spread her folds and clipped the c.l.i.t s.h.i.+eld over Bethany's nub.
”Aw h.e.l.l - take it off.” She squirmed ”I can't...please, Sir. I need... I can't come like this...” She continued to babble as Jasmin turned the machine on again.
”That's the idea.” He moved back and continued flogging her - praising her ability to take his lash while being tortured in such a delicious way. When her back and a.s.s were nearly crimsom from his flogger, he paused, wanting to see her expression and how high she was flying.
Moving in front of her, he took in her tear streaked face, her heaving b.r.e.a.s.t.s and undulating stomach. Swollen with his child, he couldn't see the flex of the muscles as he would've in the past, but it was still s.e.xy as h.e.l.l as she rode the machine.
”Beautiful.” He could see the wetness gleaming on her outer thighs. ”And she still hasn't come.”
”Not yet.” Jasmin smiled at Bethany, who was lost to a world of sensation - flying high on endorphins but still tight with need. ”She's remarkable, Deacon. A true maschoist where pain is almost instantly turned into pleasure.”
He nodded. ”Now you see why I was leery of doing this. She won't stop me - no matter how rough I get.” He reached out and snagged the nipple chain, giving it a tug to keep his little sub flying.
”The fact you worry about hurting her, tells me you won't ever do her irreparable harm. You love her too much.”
”I do.” He rubbed a hand over his aching c.o.c.k when another trickle of moisture trickled down the phallus.”G.o.d, that's hot. I want to f.u.c.k her so hard I can taste it.”
”Patience.” Jasmin caught his arm when he'd have gone to free Bethany. ”We still have to deal with her front. You need to be familiar with how much to give her and being pregnant, it's the area you're going to instinctively want to avoid - particularly her stomach.”
”Of course. I won't strike our child.”
She sighed.” But her stomach is not your child. It's her belly. Believe when I say the babe won't care that you're gently flogging the exterior of his home. He'll probably sleep much like you do during a thunderstorm. He will probably hear the thuds like rain against the roof, but let me a.s.sure you he's protected under layers of tissues and fat. As long as you pull your blows, it's harmless.”
He gaped at her. ”You want me to hit her stomach.”
Jasmin shook her head. ”I'm not explaining this right. I'm not saying hit. Didn't you once tell me that the correct rhythm of the flogger could send you into almost a trancelike state? That it felt good?”
He nodded. ”Yeah.”
”Okay, now imagine light strokes of the flogger....just enough to sting - but still caress against the tight muscles of your or her abdomen.”
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