What are two Doms to do when their daughter wants to experience the lifestyle? Set her up with a sadist, of course.
Claudio Martakis is the best at what he does, and he will get her to see sense. What happens however when Seonagh finds a sadist is just who she is looking for?
Will there be a happy ever after—or Dom wars at dawn?
Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, spanking
He laughed. "Good kitten, you said what you meant. And for that I'll go gently on you a few punishment swats and then some pleasure, eh?"
She let her breath out in a whoosh. That sounded much better. "Yes please, Sir."
"Color?"
"Green."
"Ready?"
"Ready, with the deeee after the red."
He chuckled and then something flat and stingy hit her left ass cheek. She would have jumped if he hadn't held her down.
"Let it flow into you, ride with it."
The next swat on her other butt cheek was harder and the pain radiated out like a bitch with PMT. She swore under her breath, and bit her lip. This was a punishment, sure, but people agreed to shit like this? It was fucking sore and…the next few swats came thick and fast and drew tears from her eyes. After every two spanks, Claudio rubbed the stinging globes and whispered words of encouragement to her.
Seonagh breathed as shallowly as she could. Didn't it say somewhere it was the best way to cope with pain? Well whoever it was, lied through their teeth. It wasn't fucking working. The three-lettered word to end her torment hovered on the edge of her tongue and then, to her eternal relief she head Claudio speak.
“Well done kitten, taken like a pro. Now let me make you fly."
He pressed a butterfly kiss to the nape of her neck and she sighed, long and low. Her clit was so tight it also hurt, and her pussy muscles didn't know whether to relax, tighten or do 'the dance of the cheese grater up my ass crack thong'.
“Color, kitten?"
"Ohhhh, green." She slurred the words. Her ass stung like crazy but the pulse that throbbed between it and her cunt more than compensated there.
The sound of whatever it was on her skin was louder than before, but somehow the pain was different. It spread slowly, morphing from a short harsh pain that become a long slow dance on her senses. Every fiber of her being concentrated on the feel of the implement, the depth of its connection, and the soft murmured words of encouragement from her Sir. Deep inside herself she knew she hadn't reached the elusive sub-space, not yet, but this was good. Very good. Just one thing was missing.
"Such a good little kitten. A perfect subbie for her Sir. Would my little kitten like a good fucking?"
Oh wouldn't she just?
"Yes please, Sir."
""Hmm, my little kitten deserves a treat for being so good." He slid his finger into the crack of her ass, and teased the ring of muscles. "Here?"
Any which way you chose.
"Or maybe for our first time I'll be a little more conventional. Maybe. Don’t move."
He was going back to the kitchen again. Seonagh searched her mind for anything that he might use for whatever came next.
"I had the awful thought the door wasn’t locked. This is between us, kitten no one else. No worried papas or need a chat friends. You and me."
That sounded good.
"Now where were we, oh yes." The sound of a zipper being lowered was loud in the quiet room. She couldn't see what he was doing but she had a damned good idea. Two thuds could be boots kicked off and a rustle—maybe a condom packet opened? Her clit went into overdrive and her pussy was so wet, Seonagh tried to clench her legs together to stop her juices coating her thighs.
"None of that, kitten. Let me see." Claudio kicked her legs apart non-too gently. "Subbies who don't let their Sirs see how wet they are will find themselves on a spreader faster than you can say flog me. Ah now that is nectar." She felt his head nuzzle her and then his tongue licked the skin between her perineum and slit.
Seonagh almost lot the plot. She arched upwards and gave a long keening wail. Claudio pushed her down and continued that erotic rasp.
"I want to fuck you now, kitten. In the cunt with you like this. Spread over the arm, your arse in the air and your luscious tits aching and taut. However as much as I want to eat you out, suck your nipples and mark you, I need to fill you first. Are you ready for that? Or do you want a little more sadistic fun before? An amuse bouche before the starters and mains?"
"If I have anything other than the main course I might be too sated to appreciate it, Sir. I'd rather savor one thing in full than taste a few and not have the time to appreciate them properly."
He chuckled. "I like a subbie who knows her mind. Brace yourself."
She tensed and he tapped her ass, right where she thought—hoped—a carefully placed bruise might be forming.
"Relax… just feel." His cock nudged the entrance to her pussy channel. Wet hot, hard and she wanted it all.
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