Suncoast Society: A Very Kinky Valentine's Day Part 8

She didnt answer rashly. Threes, please, Master, she mumbled around the gag.

Fortunately, Sully was fluent in gag-speak.

Very well. Mac will ask you when he gives you his, too. He laid his left hand in the small of her back and she flinched when she felt the cane touch her backside. Ready?

Yes, Master.

Very well. Ask me for them.

Please give me my punishment strokes, Master. I want them.

Good girl. The first three singed like white-hot lightning bolts across the middle of her a.s.s cheeks before shed even realized he was beginning.

Her head came up off the bed as she screamed around the gag, struggling to process it.

Mac sat next to her and stroked her hair. Shh, he said. Breathe through them. Its just fifteen.

Holy c.r.a.p, Sully hadnt been kidding when he said he wouldnt hold back. Not that shed expected him to be kidding, or to hold back.

Just as the flare of pain had started to fade, another set of three cut into her upper thighs.

Sully smoothed his hand over her a.s.s as she screamed into the towel. I warned you these would hurt and leave marks, pet.

By the time he finished the set of fifteen, shed buried her face in the towel, sobbing, doing her best not to twist away from him.

When he slipped his fingers between her legs, even she didnt miss how they slid right into her p.u.s.s.y.

Well, Im glad to see pet still enjoys being punished, Sully said before pulling his fingers free.

Not exactly, but she wasnt about to correct him.

She enjoyed submission to him, ownership by him. She knew the pain and marks would fade.

His love for her would not.

Thats what she enjoyed, the security of that knowledge.

The men swapped places, Sully sitting next to her on the bed while Mac took the cane and stood beside her at the end of the bed, his hand on her back.

I know you might think Id be easier on you than Master, he said, and youd be wrong. Because Im his slave, too. And I know the strokes I would expect to get from him if Id done this. The strokes I would want to receive from him to take it out of my mind so I could let the guilt go over what Id done.

Her tears continued, unabated. Macs words cut deeper than any cane strokes could. The utter truth of them.

Laying the rattan cane against her flesh, Mac asked the question. How do you want them, pet?

Threes, Sir, she finally mumbled around her gag.

Good girl.

He didnt keep her waiting, either. The first set of three quickly bit into her flesh every bit as painfully"if not more so"than the ones Sully had given her.

Keep breathing through it, pet, Mac quietly said. You will take them.

Yes, she would. The pain was fleeting. By the time they finally let her go to sleep that night, they would have faded to a dull, pleasant ache.

And even fresher in her memory would be the o.r.g.a.s.ms theyd wring out of her body.

Another three, along the backs of her thighs, agonizing.

She heard Mac suck in a breath. Sorry, Master.

She felt Sully shift on the bed, looking. Its all right. Well take care of it in a minute. Continue. And do not hold back.

It didnt take a rocket scientist. She knew hed broken the skin.

Clarisse wasnt even aware Mac had finished by the time he stopped. She hadnt been counting, only breathing, trying to keep her screams down so they didnt wake up anyone who might be in adjoining rooms. It was when Sully unbuckled the gag and removed it from her mouth that she realized it was over.

All done, he gently said, stroking her hair. One pet properly punished and once again with a clean slate. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. Dont move. Macs going to get the first aid kit. A couple of them broke skin. Just a little, nothing worse than youve had before.

Then she felt Macs hands on her, the sting of an alcohol swab as he cleaned the two wounds, immediately followed by the feel of his breath against her flesh as he blew on them for her to ease the pain.

Sully propped himself up on his elbow, his other hand tracing abstract designs lightly across her back and shoulders. When he finishes, pet, were going to properly f.u.c.k that freshly caned a.s.s of yours, make you come like the good girl you are, and then we can all go to sleep happy.

After blowing her nose in the towel, she raised her head to look at him. Are you really happy? Mac applied antibiotic ointment to the two places where theyd broken the skin.

A frown creased Sullys brow. Of course I am. Were going to have another baby. Why wouldnt I be happy?

The guilt was fading, but she knew even cane strokes wouldnt magically erase it without a little help from time.

Mac kissed her left flank, off to the side where the cane hadnt reached. Babe, were over-the-moon happy. The cane strokes were for you, not us. Like he said earlier, we knew anything you put yourself through would be far worse than punishment from us. Been there, done that. Duh.

She looked over her shoulder to see Mac smiling at her as he prepared to stick a large adhesive bandage over one of the marks. He waggled his eyebrows at her. And by the time I get done sliding my d.i.c.k up this delicious a.s.s of yours, youre not going to be thinking about what you did, but about what were doing to you.

His tone made her c.l.i.t throb.

After tending her wounds, Mac patted her leg. Up on the bed, pet. Time for the second part.

He and Sully quickly stripped. Mac had grabbed a condom for this part of the festivities, to make cleanup easier later. While Sully had Clarisse straddle him, his c.o.c.k easily sliding into her p.u.s.s.y, Mac donned a glove and started lubing her a.s.s.

With a hand tightly fisting her hair, Sully slanted his lips, kissing her, possessive. Macs been begging me to let him f.u.c.k your a.s.s, baby, he said. Now he can have at it again. He smiled. You lucky pet.

She moaned as Mac added a second finger to her a.s.s. I should have put a b.u.t.t plug up you while we were caning you, Mac said. Saved me a few minutes.

Patience, slave, Sully said. Shes not going anywhere.

No, she definitely wasnt.

It felt like forever Mac took to get her ready to accept his c.o.c.k. When he eased the head past the first ring of muscle, she moaned, trying to rock her hips to encourage him to go faster.

Sully tugged on her hair. Stop trying to drive, pet. Well tell you when you can move. Youre all ours.

The click of a small battery-operated vibrator being switched on registered in her brain, but when Mac slid it between Clarisse and Sully, she whimpered.

Dont come yet, pet, Sully tersely ordered. Hold it.

That made it even more difficult.

Tension sizzled along her nerves, the delicious pinching burn as Macs c.o.c.k plowed deep into her a.s.s, stretching and filling her, pressing Sullys c.o.c.k even more firmly against her G-spot.

She loved this.

h.e.l.l, shed do this every night, if it was up to her.

Once Macs body was pressed against her, the welts on her a.s.s and thighs stinging a little as he got into position, he stripped off the glove and tossed it onto the floor before bracing himself with his arms. Master? he asked, voice sounding strained.

f.u.c.k her hard, slave, Sully said. You may come whenever you want. He tipped Clarisses head to the side, so she could see Macs face. Ask him to f.u.c.k your pretty little a.s.s, baby.

Sir, please f.u.c.k my a.s.s.

Good girl. You, however, may not come until I give you permission. And then you have to beg for it.

Oh, c.r.a.p.

That meant once she started begging to come, he would force her to keep coming until she begged him to let her stop.

Then she spotted the Hitachi, plugged in and ready, lying on the bed next to Sully.

Gulp.

This time of night, she knew the men were likely only good for one each.

But as Sully and Mac had both said countless times before, women were blessed with the ability to come and come again.

And they always made sure she did.

Mac started thrusting slowly at first, taking his time. Such a sweet, tight a.s.s, baby, he grunted. G.o.d Ive missed this a.s.s of yours. He leaned in and trailed kisses across the back of her shoulders, pressing her body even more firmly against the vibrator and making her whine. Whats wrong, baby? Something got you hot and bothered?

Yes, Sir. I want to come.

Oh, do you? He took another deep, hard stroke inside her a.s.s. Then I guess youd better beg Master nicely.

Sully kissed her again. You may f.u.c.k our c.o.c.ks, pet, but you may not come yet.

She hoped she could obey that order. The vibrator was now slick with her juices, and as she slowly started rocking her hips, her c.l.i.t slid up and down the round, plastic device.

I guess I should be thankful its not the Hitachi. She wouldnt have been able to hold back against that.

Mac, apparently, was holding back, too, even though he didnt have to. After fifteen minutes or so, Mac pulled her up off Sully, so her back was pressed against his chest. He cupped his hands around her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, playing with her nipples.

It felt sooo good. Please may I come, Master? she begged.

No. Not yet.

Now she couldnt move, couldnt f.u.c.k them. Sully smiled up at her and switched the vibrator off, pulling it away.

But he reached for the Hitachi.

Oh, s.h.i.t.

He knew d.a.m.n well if he used that on her, with her stuffed full of their c.o.c.ks, and Mac pinching her nipples like that, she wouldnt be able to obey his order to not come.

Sully reached up, holding the head of the Hitachi up to her lips. Kiss it, pet.

She did.

Wincing, she closed her eyes and held her breath when he pressed the head against her swollen c.l.i.t, but he didnt turn it on. Keep f.u.c.king her, Mac, he ordered.

Mac did, his motions automatically forcing her up and down on Sullys c.o.c.k, too.

Please, Master, may I come? she begged.

No. Look at me.

She forced her eyes open.

He smiled up at her. New rule, pet. If, after this baby, you decide you want to have another one, you will tell us thats what you want first. And if you decide you do want another baby, then you will beg us to make it happen. We will make you beg us to breed you every day, to make up for your omissions this time. Youll be f.u.c.ked at least two times a day each by us, tied up, a.s.s propped in the air, while we use the Hitachi on you to make you come the whole time.

He rubbed the head of the Hitachi against her c.l.i.t but didnt turn it on. First thing in the morning, and at night before bed. That will be a daily occurrence, and you will beg for it each time. Maybe even more often, if the opportunity presents. You will only be allowed to come during those daily breeding sessions, and they will happen every day until you get pregnant. Or, obviously, if change your mind. And if you do, you have to tell us immediately. Agreed?

Holy f.u.c.k, Mac muttered, nipping the back of her shoulder. Thats f.u.c.king hot.

Yes, Master, she whispered. His words had made her c.l.i.t throb even more, her p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s clenching around their c.o.c.ks as she tried to hold back. The thought of them doing that to hershe wouldnt deny she liked it. Thered been plenty of times in the past, when she was on the pill and they werent trying to have a baby, that Sully and Mac had used similar head games on her before, threatening that very scenario.

Each time they had, shed come exquisitely hard, feeling like her body would explode with the force of her o.r.g.a.s.ms.

And from talks the three of them had later about fantasies, the men knew it, too.

Why she hadnt thought about it this time, she didnt know.

Then you need to say it, pet. Tell us what you want. Ask for it. The same rule still applies, its your choice to have another baby or not. But. If you do decide to, whats our rule?

She had to swallow to form spit. If I decide I want another baby after this one, I will beg Master and Sir for daily breedings, morning and night. And I wont be allowed to come except during then. And I will have the right to change my mind.

Good girl. Also, this whole next week, were going to practice that. Starting tomorrow morning, when we wake up, youre going to beg us for your morning breeding. He smiled. I want to hear you beg for it, pet. I want"

Behind her, Mac thrust his hips, groaning in his unmistakable way as his o.r.g.a.s.m hit him.

Dammit, Sully muttered. He flipped on the Hitachi. Pet, come. He started thrusting his c.o.c.k up into her as her o.r.g.a.s.m ripped her apart at the seams. Even after Sully exploded inside her, he kept the Hitachi pressed against her c.l.i.t, forcing her to come again and again as Mac grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her, immobilizing her, supporting her so she didnt fall over.