The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(114)
Heat lapped between her legs, but that was all right. Bad girls deserved to burn, and Goldi had been a bad girl for such a long, long time. She deserved this—
The crop whipped in, following its self-imposed ladder inexorably closer to her thighs.
—she needed this—
The mighty crack of the flogger jolted the hook deeper, fucking her with it every bit as forcefully as Bain’s increasingly passionate thrusts. His hand had tightened in her hair. His thighs and hips were tight, the rhythmic pump and squeeze turning hurried and jerky as his face darkened both with desire and concentration.
“Deep breath,” he growled, the hard flat lines of his belly contracting sharply. “Fuck!” He abruptly changed his mind, changed directions and in a single hard push, buried himself in her mouth until her nose crushed up against his flexing abdomen. “Swallow!” he commanded while she gagged.
And choked—on his size, his thickness, and the salty explosion of sticky cum jetting down the back of her throat.
She swallowed, gulping, gagging, choking and sucking to wring from him every last shuddering drop.
Because she could not, would not ever be able to get enough of this. No matter how hard Kaden whipped her—
The crop bit in…
Or, how vigorously Arsen swung his flogger—
The heavy falls wrapped her ass, driving the pain deeper and the burning hotter…
Or, how deep Bain liked to fuck—
He groaned, grinding against her face until the spasming clenches of his belly and the salty spurts dwindled and ceased and finally he withdrew just enough to once more let her breathe…
Goldi gasped. Her eyes watered. Her head and lungs both ached from the deprivation, and her pussy felt so wondrously, devastatingly neglected that all she needed was a touch, any touch, and she’d have gone off like a roman candle.
Her back arched, her breasts screaming at the shrillness of the pain that accompanied Kaden’s seizing grip on her hair. He forced her neck back to gain just enough slack to quick release his knot on the hook. As much as she’d fought the ball of the hook when he’d forced it in, Goldi ached not to feel it go. And then ached even more sharply when he pulled it out, because that ball was huge! Usually Kaden gave her a warning, but not today. Today, he simply pulled it free, with her head tipped all the way back so he could watch her minute expressions of discomfort twist into shouts of outright hurt in that instant when her ass finally let it go.
“Thank me for gently stretching you before I fuck your ass,” he ordered, tossing the hook aside. The clatter of metal on stone was lost beyond her gasping squeals and the clink of her bonds as she clung to the horse.
Cum and drool dripped from her lips as Bain slid from her mouth. She might have had a hook in her ass, a cock in her mouth, and more welts on her than a broom had straw, but she was still an independent career woman with a penchant for the seamy underside of life. She was Goldi. She walked her own fucking—
Goldi’s whole body lurched, creaking the horse and the restraints as, deciding obedience was too slow in coming, Arsen shook out the falls of his flogger, changed his aim from her butt to between her legs, and struck. He hadn’t used anywhere near the force he had while flogging her ass, but when it came to full-on pussy shots, it didn’t take a lot of strength to get the point across.
Goldi shouted on the first hit, and apologized on the second. “‘Ank you! ‘Ank you!!”
She got a third anyway, just for good measure, and her poor pussy—neglected up until that moment—took those strokes as if they were the culmination of an hour’s worth of seductive caressing. She came, hard enough to shout all over again, hard enough to make the welts on her ass bunch and dance while her buttocks quivered and her belly spasmed, and her nipples shook with the weights of the clamps that made each tiny movement a sheer hell. Or so she thought, right up until Bain took the nipple clamps off and a rush of feeling swept back in. She’d have grabbed her breasts if she could, held and protected them from the swell of agony that was even now filling up her nipples until she was sure the pain alone would kill her.
“Did we say you could cum?” Arsen said and struck again, the falls of his flogger wrapping the whole of her pussy and the angled ends slapping her mons with the force of a lover’s hand.
“Find another place to punish,” Kaden ordered as he stepped in between them. Arsen tsked, but made way.
“Fine.” He came around to her head, already unfastening his breeches. Her heart was still thundering in her chest and the ravaging pulses of her orgasm hadn’t yet fully abated, but already her hungry eyes were glued upon his cock as he opened his fly. “But next time, it’s my turn to go first and I want her up on the cross so I can work her back and her ass.”
“Fine,” Kaden agreed. Her first hint that he had also unfastened his pants came when he grabbed her left buttock, his fingers digging into all the worst weals and his thumb not far from her anus. “I need more lube,” he told Bain, who went to the shelf to get it.
“Are you going to be a good girl if I take the gag off?” Arsen asked, tapping the head of his cock against her cheek, her chin, all around her eager mouth, but refusing to let her taste no matter who much she whimpered or tried to capture him between her gaping lips.
Goldi nodded.
“No biting?”
She nodded harder and finally, satisfied, Arsen unbuckled the gag and took it from her mouth.