her immediately. She’d become very still, probably, he thought, because any movement only made the strap round her waist dig into her delicate skin. He watched her for a moment.
Her head was down, her long, wavy dark hair tumbling round the sides of her face. Her manacled hands were brushing the carpet and there was a fine sheen of perspiration covering her shoulders and the nape of her neck. Carlos could smell her fear, and it acted like an aphrodisiac on him.
Livia moved quietly between Chloe’s legs, kneeling down on the floor as she parted the other girl’s thighs. Silently, without taking his eyes off the fastened girl, Carlos picked up a thin whip from the top of his dressing table and then returned to stand over the trembling, helpless Chloe.
Chloe couldn’t believe what was happening to her. It was like a nightmare. She could never remember being so frightened, and yet the terrible thing was that she was aroused. She was damp between her thighs, and her nipples were tingling. It made no sense to her.
She was aware of Carlos moving round the room, andcould feel Livia’s hands between her legs, but she didn’t know what was going to happen next. All she could do was wait.
She heard the sound of the whip before she felt it. There was a sharp cracking noise, swiftly followed by a hot burning sensation across the top of her buttocks. Chloe had never been hit before, and she gave a cry of astonishment mingled with pain. No one said anything to her, and when she tried to turn her head to see what was happening, Carlos roughly forced her face down again.
The second blow was just underneath the first, and delivered with greater force. This time the initial burst of pain made her whole body jump, and immediately the wide strap bit into her flesh, adding to her discomfort. She couldn’t stop herself from whimpering, and when a third blow caught the top of the backs of her thighs she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
‘Relax,’ murmured Carlos, running a hand down the length of her spine as her body spasmed with shock. ‘Soon the pleasure will come.’
This time the whip fell higher up, the tip catching the side of her left breast, and she screamed as the burning pain coursed through her upper body. Then, just as she felt sure that she couldn’t bear it any longer, the burning feeling changed and became a kind of perverse pleasure.
Every time her body jerked with the pain of the whip, the strap round her middle pressed her down more tightly against the cushion beneath her, which stimulated her even more. When she felt Livia’s knowing fingers sliding up and down the moist channel between her labia, Chloe moaned with pleasure.
The sweet ache that she’d grown to love was building rapidly, low in her belly, and she could feel her nipples hardening. Her muscles tightened, and coloured lightsstarted to flash behind her closed eyelids as Livia lightly brushed against the side of her clitoris.
Now all the pain, discomfort and humiliation was forgotten as her climax approached. Her head went back, and it was then that Carlos spoke.
‘Not yet, Chloe. This was to punish you for failing to delay your orgasm. Don’t make me have to punish you twice in one night for the same offence.’
Chloe could hear herself gasping as Livia continued to stimulate her, and the climax drew inexorably nearer. She didn’t want to come, didn’t want to be punished again, but her body had a mind of its own. Desperately she attempted to shut out the delicate movements of Livia’s fingers, and she slowed her frantic breathing to try and relax the tight muscles that were bunched ready for the delicious moment of release.
Gradually she felt herself taking control, felt the darting tingles begin to ebb away as she concentrated hard on the self-discipline that Carlos was trying to teach her. Despite Livia redoubling her efforts, the moment of crisis passed and Chloe’s head fell forward again.
‘Excellent!’ exclaimed Carlos.
Her head was down, her long, wavy dark hair tumbling round the sides of her face. Her manacled hands were brushing the carpet and there was a fine sheen of perspiration covering her shoulders and the nape of her neck. Carlos could smell her fear, and it acted like an aphrodisiac on him.
Livia moved quietly between Chloe’s legs, kneeling down on the floor as she parted the other girl’s thighs. Silently, without taking his eyes off the fastened girl, Carlos picked up a thin whip from the top of his dressing table and then returned to stand over the trembling, helpless Chloe.
Chloe couldn’t believe what was happening to her. It was like a nightmare. She could never remember being so frightened, and yet the terrible thing was that she was aroused. She was damp between her thighs, and her nipples were tingling. It made no sense to her.
She was aware of Carlos moving round the room, andcould feel Livia’s hands between her legs, but she didn’t know what was going to happen next. All she could do was wait.
She heard the sound of the whip before she felt it. There was a sharp cracking noise, swiftly followed by a hot burning sensation across the top of her buttocks. Chloe had never been hit before, and she gave a cry of astonishment mingled with pain. No one said anything to her, and when she tried to turn her head to see what was happening, Carlos roughly forced her face down again.
The second blow was just underneath the first, and delivered with greater force. This time the initial burst of pain made her whole body jump, and immediately the wide strap bit into her flesh, adding to her discomfort. She couldn’t stop herself from whimpering, and when a third blow caught the top of the backs of her thighs she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
‘Relax,’ murmured Carlos, running a hand down the length of her spine as her body spasmed with shock. ‘Soon the pleasure will come.’
This time the whip fell higher up, the tip catching the side of her left breast, and she screamed as the burning pain coursed through her upper body. Then, just as she felt sure that she couldn’t bear it any longer, the burning feeling changed and became a kind of perverse pleasure.
Every time her body jerked with the pain of the whip, the strap round her middle pressed her down more tightly against the cushion beneath her, which stimulated her even more. When she felt Livia’s knowing fingers sliding up and down the moist channel between her labia, Chloe moaned with pleasure.
The sweet ache that she’d grown to love was building rapidly, low in her belly, and she could feel her nipples hardening. Her muscles tightened, and coloured lightsstarted to flash behind her closed eyelids as Livia lightly brushed against the side of her clitoris.
Now all the pain, discomfort and humiliation was forgotten as her climax approached. Her head went back, and it was then that Carlos spoke.
‘Not yet, Chloe. This was to punish you for failing to delay your orgasm. Don’t make me have to punish you twice in one night for the same offence.’
Chloe could hear herself gasping as Livia continued to stimulate her, and the climax drew inexorably nearer. She didn’t want to come, didn’t want to be punished again, but her body had a mind of its own. Desperately she attempted to shut out the delicate movements of Livia’s fingers, and she slowed her frantic breathing to try and relax the tight muscles that were bunched ready for the delicious moment of release.
Gradually she felt herself taking control, felt the darting tingles begin to ebb away as she concentrated hard on the self-discipline that Carlos was trying to teach her. Despite Livia redoubling her efforts, the moment of crisis passed and Chloe’s head fell forward again.
‘Excellent!’ exclaimed Carlos.
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