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Erika scampered off and returned a moment later with the heavy bamboo cane, thicker than her thumb. She handed it to him, eyes downcast.
“Good girl.” He swished it in the air. “Now get back in position.”
When that beautiful heart-shaped ass was lined up again, he brought the cane against her battered skin with his full strength.
Her scream was blood-curdling, but she didn’t move. If anything, she arched her back for the next blow.
He landed five more strokes, equal to the first, and watched the blood blisters form under her skin. If he wasn’t careful, he’d have a mess on his hands. Her keening wails filled his ears, and it was a beautiful sound. He watched a drop of cunt juice drip lazily toward the floor.
He couldn’t even help himself.
She was irresistible. She turned him into a ravaging beast.
He knelt down between her legs and lapped at that dripping juice, running his tongue over her sweet folds, secret to all but him. He could feel the heat radiating from her ass, and he ran his hands over her wounds as he continued to eat her. Her sobs turned into desperate little noises as his fingers became claws, digging into all of that swollen, beaten flesh.
He waited until he felt the first tiny clenches of her impending orgasm, before he stopped.
She cried as he pulled his tongue away, so very very close.
He stood up again. “More?”
“More,” she breathed. “Please, more.”
“What are you going to do when my arm falls off?”
She made little circles with her hips. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know,” he repeated, but not like a question. He lined up his next stroke, right up against the sensitive part of her ass where it met the top of her thighs.
“Mr. Martinez?” A different voice, younger, shattered the hedonistic spell of the room.
He spun around, to find his neighbor’s daughter standing in the doorway.
Time stopped at that moment. Time stopped in those drowning innocent brown eyes, like wells of purity.
Fuck, wasn’t she supposed to be away at college?
He thought about what she must be seeing, what she must be thinking. Oh, fuck.
“Silvie, what are you doing here?” He dropped the cane to his side. Now it just felt awkward in his hand.
Erika started to get up, but he stopped her. “Stay.”
She settled.
Silvie looked between the two of them, her big eyes wide.
Fuck.
“Silvie, you didn’t answer my question.” He took a step toward her, and she backed up.
“What are you doing to her? You’re hurting her.” Her voice held that naive certainty that made his teeth itch.
She shouldn’t even be here.
“Silvie, honey. Come on, let’s go outside.” He put the cane on the counter and began to marshall the dazed young woman back out the front door.
“I heard her screaming…” she started. “I thought… I didn’t know what to do.”
He looked at her, and he could almost see the same kind of empty, needy look as the first time Erika had seen him… indulging himself. He tried to think of something to say, something that wouldn’t make him sound like an abusive asshole.
Somehow, he didn’t think ‘Well, she asked for it,’ would work.
“Come on, let’s get you home. She’s alright, don’t you worry, okay?” He tried to make his voice sound nice, sweet. But there was so much of the beast still coursing through his blood, that he knew it didn’t sound like that.
“But Mr. Martinez… she was crying. Screaming.” She stopped, planting her feet.
Fuck, this needed fixing. Now.
He took a deep breath. “Would it help if you talked to her? Really, she’s okay, honey.”
Silvie straightened up and seemed to gather her wits about her. “Yeah, I think so.”
They walked back inside the house, and Erika was exactly as he had left her. Her ass was a beautiful mess of purple and red, and it took a great force of will not to run his fingers over all those delicious bruises.
“Erika, stand up. This is Silvie, she lives next door. She’s worried about your… safety.”
Erika laughed and unfolded herself. Even though she was naked with mascara running down her face, there was a power to her that was undeniable. This was a woman who knew herself.
“My safety? Oh, honey,” she said. “Let me tell you.” She stood, regal as a statue, every bone in perfect proportion. “I’m not in danger. He’s not abusing me, sweetheart. I chose this.” She looked up at him, adoration in her eyes. “I need what he gives me, like he needs what I give him.”
Silvie looked perplexed. “Like… kinky shit?”
The older woman laughed. “Yes, like kinky shit.”
This was too uncomfortable. This needed to end; his mind screamed at him to end this conversation.
“Okay, see, Silvie? She’s fine. Now, let’s get you back home, okay?” he said, trying to gently coax her toward the door again.
She didn’t move.
A shade of panic swept through his chest. “Come on, sweetie.”
Silvie’s eyes were fixated on the cane marks wrapped around Erika’s hip. She reached out to touch them, pausing in mid-motion, as if she wasn’t sure she really should close those last inches.
A slow smile spread across Erika’s face, and she turned so that she could see the extent of the damage he had done to her.
He watched her shoulders heave with her rapid breath, as Silvie gasped.
He had a thought, and it was a dirty one.
No, don’t go there. Take her home. Don’t even think it, asshole.
Erika moans as Silvie’s delicate fingers traced the purple welts on her ass.
Fuck.
“Silvie…” he started, not knowing exactly how he was going to finish that sentence. Her fingernails scratched along each mark, and Erika shivered in response. His lips were so dry, and he licked them nervously. This needed to stop, but he wasn’t sure how to stop it.
Did he really want to stop it?
Don’t be a lecherous asshole. This was Will’s daughter. Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Then Silvie decided for him.
She laid a good, hard smack on Erika’s reddened ass check, and the other woman moaned.
He felt his eyes go wide. At Silvie.
At both of them.
“Silvie!” he said, the disbelief soaked into that one word.
She turned toward him, grinning. “Are you going to keep… hitting her?” Her eyes tracked to the cane sitting on the counter.
“Please, Sir,” Erika begged. “Please. I need it.”
He felt like he was standing on the precipice. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, hoping he was not going to burn in hell for this. “Yes.”
Some tension drained out of Erika.
Silvie bit her lip, and looked up at him with those big, round eyes. “Can I watch, Mr. Martinez?”
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