Discipline (17 page)

‘Continue,’ ordered Carlos.

Chloe’s body was in turmoil. The sensations were too intense, threatening to overwhelm her, and now she knew that when this was over she was going to be punished, yet still she continued to arouse her own throbbing flesh.

Gradually, as she adjusted to the painfully intense sensations she was causing herself, her body began to take perverse enjoyment in the sharp, searing flashes that were coursing through her. She could feel her stomach growing tight, and her breasts were throbbing, the nipples standing out rigidly from the surrounding flesh.

She needed to come, needed release from the terrible tension that was consuming her, and so she forced herself to stroke the cruelly exposed bunch of nerve endings one more time.

Immediately her body responded. All her muscles tightened yet further for one brief second, and then she was racked by another climax. She heard herself crying out
incoherently as her body thrashed helplessly on the bed while Livia continued to prevent her clitoris from retreating beneath its protective hood.

Only when she was finally still, the sweat trickling between her breasts, did Carlos call Livia away from Chloe’s side, and then the pair of them stood looking down at her as she shivered and gasped in the aftermath of her second orgasm.

‘It seems that you still have difficulty in obeying my instructions,’ remarked Carlos when she was finally still. ‘I’m disappointed in you.’

‘But really I tried!’ she protested. ‘It isn’t something I’ve done before and—’

‘Don’t try and make excuses for yourself. I find it tedious in the extreme. Perhaps your punishment will help you to become more disciplined. Livia, fetch the footstool.’

Pushing herself up on one elbow, Chloe watched as the Brazilian girl placed a small padded footstool near the curtained window, just beneath one of the concealed lights. Then Carlos took hold of her hand, helping her off the huge bed before leading her over to the footstool. ‘Stand on that,’ he commanded her.

Chloe could feel her heart thudding against her ribs, and her breathing seemed constricted by fear. She didn’t know what her punishment was going to be, but she was certain that it was going to test her in ways that she didn’t even dare begin to imagine.

As soon as she’d stepped on to the low stool, Carlos pulled her hands roughly behind her back, and then she felt the touch of cold metal against her skin and heard a tiny click as handcuffs were fastened around her wrists. As a result, her shoulders were pulled back, and her breasts jutted out, caught in the beam from the concealed light.

Carlos ran the palm of his right hand over each of her
nipples in turn, then gave a low laugh as they quickly grew hard beneath his touch. ‘Such eager little tips,’ he murmured to himself. Chloe felt ashamed of her own response.

‘Fetch the wooden box,’ continued Carlos, and now Chloe’s eyes turned to Livia, who opened one of the drawers in the dressing table and drew out a mahogany box with a lacquered lid. ‘Stay where you are,’ Carlos instructed Chloe as he opened the box and drew out a long ivory stick, thick at the base but tapering to a narrow point.

Next he poured some oil from a small glass phial into the palm of his left hand before rubbing this over the stick, which he then studied thoughtfully. ‘Yes, that should be ideal, don’t you think, Livia?’

‘Perfect,’ agreed his mistress with a smile.

Without saying another word, Carlos walked round behind Chloe. Then she felt him parting the cheeks of her bottom before, with a swift twisting movement, he inserted the ivory taper deep inside her rectum.

Chloe gave a gasp of protest, but he ignored her. ‘Clench your muscles and keep it inside you,’ he said curtly. ‘If you let it fall out, I shall be very angry. This is your punishment, and I don’t expect you to fail me again.’

Panic-stricken by the tone of his voice, Chloe quickly tightened her internal muscles, trying to get a grip on the slippery object, but it was difficult and she felt it start to slide out of her before finally managing to pull it back a little. In order to do as Carlos said, she had to keep her muscles tightly clenched and concentrate all the time.

Carlos nodded with satisfaction, and then patted her lightly on the bottom, an action that nearly made her release it by mistake. ‘Excellent. Remember, no matter what I do to you, the ivory taper has to remain inside you.’

He was standing in front of her now, his strange blue eyes staring intently into her grey ones, but there was no
flicker of sympathy on his face. Instead he looked both intrigued by her plight, and fiercely determined to teach her how to control herself in the way he wanted.

When he crouched down at her feet and ran his hands up the insides of her legs, she felt her heart sink. She knew that if he distracted her for even a moment, the taper would slip and she would have failed him yet again. ‘Please don’t touch me,’ she whispered, but if he heard, he didn’t acknowledge her words. His hands moved inexorably higher, and then he parted her sex lips and very gently inserted a finger inside her.

Her whole body jerked at this second invasion, and the taper slipped a fraction. Hastily she clenched the cheeks of her bottom, but then she felt Carlos’s finger moving delicately around just inside the opening to her vagina, and her heart sank again. When he finally located her G-spot and started to press against it, the familiar hot, sweet pleasure began deep inside her belly and she grew frantic with fear.

‘No! Don’t do that to me, not now, please!’ she begged him.

‘Concentrate on the taper,’ he murmured, as he continued to caress the sensitive nerve endings. Gritting her teeth, Chloe did as she was told. ‘Good girl,’ he said soothingly. ‘Now grip my finger hard as well, but don’t let the taper drop.’

In order to tighten her vaginal walls, Chloe had to move her belly inwards, and almost at once she felt the first contractions of an orgasm starting inside her. Crying out in protest, she struggled to quell the rising pressure but it was hopeless. Carlos’s finger was stimulating her with the most cruelly delicate touch and that, combined with the heavy pressure of the ivory taper against the walls of her rectum, resulted in an uncontrollable climax that rushed upwards
through her from her toes to the top of her head, in a moment of pure ecstasy.

When the blissful sensations finally died away, Chloe’s muscles went limp, and before she had time to realise what was happening, the tapered ivory stick had slipped out and fallen to the carpet.

‘The taper’s out,’ said Livia, satisfaction evident in her voice.

‘I’m sorry,’ whispered Chloe, but Carlos simply stared at her in silence. Then he grabbed her roughly by the arms, and propelled her across the room and on to the bed. He pushed her on to her back, and she winced as her wrists were trapped behind her.

However, she didn’t have long to think about the discomfort in her wrists, because within seconds, Carlos was sitting astride the tops of her thighs and flicking at the tender skin of her stomach with the backs of his fingers.

The blows stung, her flesh grew hot; and then, when he began to flick at her rapidly hardening nipples in the same way, she felt the first treacherous tendrils of desire start to snake through the pit of her belly again.

‘You want to come again, don’t you?’ demanded Carlos, who had been watching her closely.

‘Yes,’ she admitted, not daring to lie to him.

‘Then you must do better this time, otherwise you won’t get any satisfaction tonight. Do you understand?’

She could have wept with the frustration and humiliation of it all, and felt the tears welling up behind her eyes, but Carlos ignored them. He simply pulled her off the bed, bundled her back on to the footstool and inserted the ivory taper once more.

As soon as it was deep inside her, he called Livia over and she knelt at Chloe’s feet. This time she was the one who opened her up, only where Carlos had used his finger,
Livia used her skilled tongue. She licked and nibbled at Chloe’s frantic flesh, drawing her clitoris into her mouth and sucking lightly on it before letting her tongue sweep up and down the moist channel of flesh between her inner lips.

All the time Livia was working on her, Chloe could feel her body swelling, her nipples hardening and the hot pulse of an impending orgasm throbbing behind her clitoris. She tried desperately to divert herself from all the exquisite sensations that were building up in her. Frantically she concentrated on keeping the taper in place, on clenching her buttocks and ignoring all the other signals that her straining body was sending her.

When she felt her muscles drawing inwards in preparation for a climax, she deliberately made most of her body go limp, so that all her energy was directed at keeping the cruelly slippery taper inside her, and for a brief moment she thought that she’d truly learnt to discipline herself.

Livia, however, was determined not to let Chloe triumph. Realising that the other girl’s orgasm was starting to recede, she opened her up even more and then lightly drew the pointed tip of her tongue across the opening of Chloe’s urethra.

For Chloe, momentarily relaxed and off guard, the sudden streak of piercing pleasure that seared through her was fatal. With a cry of anguish she felt her tormented body begin to spasm with a sharply intense sensation that was almost too much for the already overstretched nerve endings to tolerate. Suddenly she felt herself coming in wave after wave of violent shudders that left her screaming in helpless despair.

‘I’m sorry,’ she cried as Livia moved away and Carlos stood in front of her once more, the taper in his hand.

‘There’s no need to be sorry. The taper only fell out at the
very end. You’ve made excellent progress. I don’t think you need it inside you again. I’ll take its place.’

‘But she failed!’ cried Livia.

‘She’s only a novice. We have to make allowances. You can go now, Livia. This final part of the discipline is a private affair.’

As Livia slammed the bedroom door shut behind her, Carlos picked Chloe up and carried her over to the bed.

CHAPTER

16

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ware that the Brazilian girl had gone, Chloe relaxed a little. The discipline that Carlos was teaching her was always hard, but whenever Livia was around it seemed almost impossible for her to satisfy the two of them.

She lay on the bed, watching as Carlos quickly took off his clothes. His erection was rock hard, and he was breathing heavily as he approached her. Silently he knelt on the bed, with the lower half of his legs tucked beneath him, so that the backs of his thighs were resting against his calves.

Once he was comfortable, he reached for Chloe, turning her over as he manoeuvred her into position. Then he pulled her down against him, until she could feel the end of his straining cock nudging between her buttocks.

Realising what he intended to do, she made a small sound of protest. She wasn’t sure that she wanted any further stimulation inside her rectum. The walls were so thin, the nerve endings so sensitive that she was afraid it would be more than she could stand.

‘Relax,’ whispered Carlos. ‘You’ll enjoy this, I promise you. Be good; you’ve done very well so far, don’t spoil it for me now.’

Chloe wanted to please him, and wanted to be pleasured
herself, but it was impossible for her to relax completely. She felt Carlos’s hands tighten on her hips, and then he pulled her body sharply downwards, and as she felt him thrusting deep inside her second opening, she gave an involuntary cry of fear.

He was so large inside her, filling her to capacity, and she began to move around, trying to ease the uncomfortable sensation of fullness. It worked, because as she moved, so the discomfort lessened, and instead darts of pleasure streaked through her. At the same time, Carlos reached round her and with his left hand began to massage her aching breasts, while his right hand moved between her thighs.

Her body jerked as his fingers located her slippery clitoris and he began to stroke the surrounding flesh until she was squirming with delight. He tightened his grip on her left breast, pulling on the nipple and pinching it hard before slowly releasing it.

A stab of pain streaked through her breast, but quickly died away as he then gently stroked the throbbing bud, and all the time his fingers were busy working between her thighs, teasing the swollen flesh with delicate, feather-light touches that made her clitoris grow hard and tight.

Both of them were breathing rapidly now, their excitement rising. She felt Carlos’s tongue inside her ear and then he began to kiss the left side of her neck, occasionally biting at the tender flesh before licking at the abused spot with the tip of his tongue.

Chloe was almost out of her mind with excitement. She could feel him growing even harder inside her back passage, and every time her body twisted and turned with delight his penis rubbed against the thin walls of her rectum, driving her into a frenzy of pleasure.

‘I want you to come now,’ he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.