The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(109)
If not for the gag, she’d have bit him for that, but already Arsen was moving out of the way. It wasn’t until she heard the whip of Kaden’s crop slicing the air just behind her that Goldi realized what was about to happen. That rip of air was all the warning he gave her before he struck, driving her hips into Bain’s with the force of the impact and bisecting her ass with a line of hell-fire and pain.
Gasping, Goldi arched onto her toes. Every muscle locked down as the thinness of that line spread out, not washing over her buttocks so much as searing its way down deep into her flesh. The pain was like a living thing, surging and swelling, growing in ways impossible to hold still for, when even the smallest twitch or clench in the muscles of her ass made the hurt that much worse.
Goldi sucked air. Eyes squeezed shut against the pain, she groaned too, but already the worst of the hurt was retreating, fading. It didn’t disappear, but rather another wave rolled over her, drowning out the pain beneath a tide of throbbing heat. Her whole bottom pulsed and with each involuntary clench, she felt with greater clarity the growing welt as it swelled up to bisect her ass in a single line of stinging fire.
Catching her ponytail, Kaden pulled her head back far enough to command her gaze. His low growl caressed her ear. “How submissive do I look to you now?”
She glared, the fire in that burning line flaring hotter and hurting more with every tightening of her butt muscles. Clench and release… clench and release; like a scab in need of picking, she couldn’t make herself stop. The sensation of it was too enthralling. So much so that, before she knew it, she was making it worse.
“‘Oo udder ‘ucking ‘on of a ‘it,” she garbled through her gag.
Kaden blinked twice. “What?”
Unfortunately for her, Bain spoke fluent gag. “She says you’re a son of bitch who does terrible and immoral things to our mother.”
“Right.” Releasing her hair, Kaden stepped back and struck. Twice, in rapid succession, with no more warning than the swash of the rod as it sliced the air. Then the driving ‘WHUP!’ of the crop as it bit the fleshy under-curve of her ass, burrowing into her wobbling flesh and driving her bucking, yelping and squirming against Bain in a mindless, humping dance of pain.
“Something tells me our pretty thief is a slow learner,” Arsen said, lightly pinching and plucking one nipple while he enjoyed the show.
“She can learn as slow as she wants to,” Bain moaned as she curled into him, molding herself in an exhaustive effort to find some avenue of escape from the intensity of the blows. The thudding heat now covered the whole of her bottom via three evenly spaced lines that ached and ached, and swelled and swelled. And just kept swelling, but in ways that pushed the deliciously awful amalgam of heat and thud up and out, and down until she could feel it everywhere. In her nipples. In her belly. In all the sympathetic parts of her that felt the biting effects of Kaden’s crop as if it were her greatest and most secret pleasure. Heat covered her clit like the ready suckling of an attentive mouth. It was pain and pleasure, flaring hurt that felt hot as hell and yet which made her wounded nerves hum. She couldn’t snap her legs shut or turn her hips away any more than she could buck her ass back and offer herself for more. She knew this because, heaven help her, she kept trying.
Kaden caressed the leather slapper over and under her welted buttocks, shifting his attention to that very tender spot up and between her legs. Goldi caught her breath when she felt it begin that warning tap full against the tender, pink inner folds of her pussy. It made an unmistakably wet slapping sound. Moaning again, Bain reached for the source of that wetness.
“Watch your hand,” Kaden said mildly, and Bain immediately redirected his grip. He caught hold of her thighs instead, holding her wriggling ass tight against him. The heady bulge of his cock, the roughness of his trouser cloth, the uncomfortable edge of the button fastenings on his trousers, caught all the right parts of her as she ground her hips to his.
She whimpered, which made Bain and Arsen both chuckle.
Bain ground back, letting her feel every inch of his arousal. “Does getting your ass spanked turn you on, little girl?”
“Getting her pussy spanked does.” Kaden held up the crop for all to see the embarrassing slick of moisture she’d left on the slapper head. Smelling her own heady musk of arousal was even more so, especially when she knew they could smell it too. And yet, it was thrilling too, almost as thrilling as the bump of Bain’s engorged cock as he mock thrust against her, or Arsen’s fingers tweaking and plucking at her sensitive nipples, or those three damn-near perfectly laid parallel lines tightening across her ass, marking her as Kaden’s. God, just thinking that aroused her more. She wasn’t Kaden’s. She wasn’t anyone’s. She was an independent career woman with a penchant for the seamy underside of life, but then, she was Goldi and she’d always walked her own way.
She glared at Kaden over her shoulder, her clit thumping in time with the welts. Her fingers tightened on the chains. Her splayed thighs shook, suffering the strain of the spreader bar when all she wanted was to wrap them around a lean pair of driving hips… or three. One right after the other. “‘I ar’iddic ol’ ‘an’odder can hi’ har’er ‘an oo.”
Kaden looked at Bain. “What?”
“Her arthritic old grandmother can hit harder than you,” his brother supplied.