Sweet Addiction (Sweet #6)(65)
Cole stifled his smile. The young man looked so eager to witness what came next that he seemed afraid that if he didn’t proffer the perfect piece of equipment that there would be no punishment.
Mike nodded. “Fetch it.”
Cole decided to tease them a bit and up the stakes. He waited patiently, Ren on her knees in front of him the entire time, his cum still smeared on her face, until C.J. hurried back with the small oar.
He handed it to Cole and Cole inspected it, turning it over and over, feeling for any sharp edges, splinters in the wood or any grooves that would hurt Ren more than necessary.
Then he lowered the oar to his side as Mike handed him the belt he’d been wearing. He turned his attention to Ren, staring down at her upturned face.
“You’ll take your punishment and if you make a single sound, you’ll suck the cocks of both men while I f**k you from behind. And I won’t be easy, Ren. I’ll f**k your ass and I won’t be nice and prepare you.”
C.J.’s mouth fell open and he shifted in agitation but nothing he did could hide the bulging erection he sported.
“On your feet.”
She rose, faltered and then regained her footing. He put a gentle hand to her elbow so she didn’t fall and then guided her toward the railing where he’d f**ked her just minutes ago.
“Hands on the rail. Chin up. Legs apart. If you make a single sound, I’ll make good on my threat.”
Mike and C.J. closed in and stood to the side. C.J.’s eyes were wide but Mike’s glittered with lust. Cole knew he was hoping like hell that Ren broke. Cole knew better.
“No lashes to count, Ren. I haven’t decided how many. I’ll quit when I’m satisfied with how your sweet little ass looks. And then I’ll probably f**k you, provided you don’t lose your discipline first. If that happens, I’m afraid your pretty mouth is going to get quite the work out.”
She trembled underneath his touch and he couldn’t discern whether it was in anticipation of the punishment or perhaps because she was turned on by the idea of sucking the two men’s cocks. Regardless, it was all in her hands.
He chose to use the belt first. He handed back the oar to C.J., who took it eagerly, his face flushed with excitement. Cole carefully doubled over the wide leather belt and gave it an experimental pop.
Ren flinched and he smiled.
The first lash was one of the hardest for her not to react to. He knew it and made it purposely sharp. The two men watching leaned forward in anticipation of hearing a sound escape Ren’s lips.
The second, she showed more restraint and took it stoically as she did the third and the fourth. And the next several. But then it became a test of her endurance as he continued to stripe her bu**ocks, working over the entire area so he didn’t strike the same place two times in succession.
He worked below her bu**ocks to the undersides of her legs but he didn’t venture above her ass to the small of her back. Ren was especially sensitive in that area and he made it a point never to strike her there.
C.J. looked near desperation by the time Cole discarded the belt and reached for the oar. Mike just looked pissed. Cole gave her a moment to gather herself. The purpose wasn’t to break her down or cause her so much pain that she lost sight of her purpose. And because he knew her so well, by the time the last blow from the oar fell, she would be so near to orgasm that it would take little effort on his part to send her spiraling into the abyss.
He smacked the oar over one cheek, making the globe shake delectably. She jumped but still, not a sound escaped those disciplined lips. Pride swelled deep inside Cole. She’d rather die than show him the disrespect of disobeying a direct order. If indeed she broke and uttered a sound, he would have pushed her too far.
Her ass was delightfully red. Glowing with the marks of the belt and now the wood. He hadn’t struck her hard enough to leave bruises or break the skin, but her ass would be red for hours and the welts would be visible equally as long. Which is why she wasn’t going to cover that delectable little behind for the rest of the day. He wanted to see his mark on her. He’d probably f**k her senseless as many times as he could get it up until he wore them both out. That’s what she did to him. Made him ache from the inside out.
C.J. was nearly beside himself, clearly agitated that Ren hadn’t broken. There was grudging respect in Mike’s eyes. His gaze grew more tender with each blow that fell on Ren’s ass. His lust had turned to something else. He looked as though he wanted nothing more than to gather Ren in his arms and offer comfort—and perhaps praise.
Cole let the oar slide from his fingers. It hit the deck with a clatter and Ren’s shoulders slumped forward. His hands glided over the swell of her ass, red and marked. So very beautiful.
His own c**k was about to burst out of his jeans again, so he well understood Mike and C.J.’s frustration. With clumsy fingers, he unzipped his fly, pulled out his c**k and pushed into Ren, feeling the warm snugness of her pu**y swallow him whole.
She fluttered wildly around him, already in the throes of her orgasm. She threw her head back and he leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her against his chest as he murmured words of praise in her ear.
“It’s okay now, Ren,” he murmured. “Darling, Ren. Let me hear your pleasure. It’s okay now.”
She moaned softly and then louder. His words seemed to catapult her even further over the edge. She went liquid around him. Hot satin, flowing over his cock, stroking him so intimately that he could feel it in his soul.
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