While he is giving his sub a spanking, they receive an unexpected visitor… with some unexpected consequences.
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Sylvie took her place in front of Erika’s spread legs. The belt hung limp in her hand, and she turned back to look at him. For just a second, he could see the nervousness in her eyes, a real anxiety.
It was delicious.
He stroked his hardening cock again mindlessly, watching the emotions play across her face, before she schooled her expression. Her eyes narrowed, and she turned back to Erika. He watched her shoulder twitch and the little muscles in her upper arm quiver.
“Go on, Sylvie. Punish that disobedient cunt for cumming without permission,” he said. He watched the girl’s dark hair sway across her back as she adjusted her position. A small groan escaped his mouth as he remembered the feel of all that hair in his fist.
Fuck. He pumped faster.
The first stroke came without warning, hard and fast. Sylvie put her strength into it, and it made a satisfying thwap against Erika’s unprotected cunt. Time seemed to dilate, seconds passing before the scream erupted from his slave’s throat.
God, that was a beautiful sound.
His cock jerked in his hand as the sweet sound of her filled his ears.
Erika cried as she struggled to keep her legs apart. He watched as her muscles shivered with the effort of it.
Sylvie dropped the belt to her side and knelt between the older woman’s trembling thighs.
She ran a finger between her cunt lips. “Does it hurt, Erika?” she said, as she bent to press her lips against her clit.
“Ah… fuck, yes…” Erika hissed. “Yes…”
“Greedy little slut. Do you want me to lick you again?”
From his vantage point on the couch, his cock was like steel again. Fuck.
Sylvie. Fuck.
“Uh huh…” Erika whined. “Please…”
He watched her back arch as Sylvie sucked her swollen clit between her lips. She keened as the girl sucked and licked her inflamed little bud.
“Sylvie…” he started, the beginnings of a growl in his voice.
The dark haired girl looked at him from over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mr Martinez,” she said, as she eyed his straining erection. “I want to make her beg for it.”
Fuck. He wasn’t going to burn in hell.
This was hell.
His cock ached as he deliberately slowed his hand. There was some perverse joy in making himself suffer as he watched the neighbor’s nineteen-year-old daughter torture his own sex slave. His vision narrowed to the picture of the two women in front of him.
“Isn’t that right, Erika?” Sylvie said, taking a long, slow lick. “If you want me to lick your needy cunt again, you’re going to beg for the next four strokes, aren’t you?”
Erika panted and shivered. “Yes… please.”
“Please, what?”
Fuck. He groaned, his balls aching. He imagined the flush creeping over Erika’s face, though he couldn’t see it from where he was sitting. She was beautiful when she blushed, he knew.
Erika’s response was barely audible. “Please… beat my cunt, please… Miss.”
“Louder, slut.” Sylvie pulled her tongue away.
The older woman began to cry again. “Please. Please beat my disobedient cunt, Miss.” Her voice shook, but he heard her loud and clear this time.
He let go of his cock, feeling the straining ache, the desperate need to cum again. Something about being the one watching made him want to suffer along with her. Desire and aching overwhelmed his thoughts. His rock-hard cock stood straight and determined, throbbing and ignored. It was an interesting sensation that at once magnified his need for her, and focused his lust.
This is not what he expected when the neighbor’s daughter walked in on them.
Had it been, what? An hour ago? Time stretched into infinity, as he watched the two women together.
“And then what do you want me to do?” Sylvie teased, hovering her lips directly over Erika’s clit.
“Lick me, please, lick me!” Erika cried.
“You want me to make it nice and sensitive with Mr Martinez’s belt, then lick your little bud?”
Everytime she said his name like that, he thought his balls might burst.
“Yes… please, yes, Miss…”
“Mmm,” Sylvie said. “Are you going to cum again, like a needy little slut? So you can get your pussy whipped again? How many times do you think you can cum like that, Erika?” She dragged her little pink tongue all the way up the woman’s slit.
And just like that, Sylvie changed the rules.
He knew that he should stop her. He knew that he should say something, remind her that he was the dom in the room and that he made the decisions. But again, something stopped him. Something stopped him from telling her no.
What was it about this girl? What was it about her that made it so hard for him to say no to her?
This was a dangerous game.
One day, he was going to need to fix this. One day.
But as he continued to watch Sylvie tease Erika, his cock jumping and aching and somehow leaking more pre-cum, he knew that day would not be today.
Yes, one day he’d have to bring Sylvie to heel. But for now, he was going to let this torture happen.
Erika moaned from where she lay on the table. “… Lots, Miss.”
“Good girl,” Sylvie cooed.
He should stop this. He knew he should say something. But it was like his body was plastered to the couch, unable to move. Did Sylvie really just call his slave a ‘good girl’? A groan escaped his lips, but there was no growl behind it this time.
Fuck, this girl did something to him.
Sylvie straightened up again and resumed her position, the belt still in her hand. “Here we go, Erika. Four more strokes, nice and hard, just like you wanted.”
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