Yield (21 page)

No sub had ever volunteered for the wire. None had been game.

Was that blood? A line on her lower thigh wept red. This wasn’t going to last. If I kept this up she’d be raw meat, not woman, and I wasn’t a butcher. I struck her once more, a little higher, with a similar result – three bleeding lines. I guess I’d known, just the novelty tempted me.

“Wait!” Wren screeched.

I tossed the whip aside, sending it skidding across stone to the edge of the grass.

“No more. Please.” She craned her head around. “Please.”

“I’ve stopped.” I circled and paused before her.

She wasn’t done shuddering and was sucking in big lungfuls while hiccupping. Tears ran down her face. Guess I’d found her limit.

I’d conquered her; That much was certain. There’d been nothing but submission since I’d fought her down and proven she was mine.

She was so flawless without my marks. In a few days, a week, they’d be gone. The light bulb snapped on.
A tattoo.
I needed something permanent.

It was possible she might revive her fire and fight against me again. Not a real fight, she’d be too scared of what I might do to her if she tried that. Small rebellions were possible.

The important thing was that I had mastered her today. This would never go away.

I had her. I’d claimed a big part of her mindspace. She could kick all she liked at the psychological bonds. I had her. The echoes of this would last.

“I’m done punishing you.” I went to one knee and undid the ankle bindings, unafraid that she’d kick me. She was past that.

I didn’t rise to my feet, but I moved my hands up her body, holding her, here and there, as if claiming each part of her, then sliding further upward – from her ankles, to the outside of her thighs, to her gorgeous waist. Last of all I reached up and cupped her breasts, rolling each nipple between my finger and thumb.

The light touch on her nipples made her shrink away, so I crushed them instead. One or the other would work. My mouth was near her pussy. I blew warm air over her. The few whacks with the flogger and crop that I’d landed on her pussy had made her clit pop from its hiding place.

Clit torture? Hmmm.
On my agenda.

I licked her, once, paused, breathed on her, then repeated.

The results...magic. She cried in helpless whimpers and her fingers wound and unwound on the rope above.

I leaned in and fastened my teeth over her clit in a firm yet not too cruel grasp, not letting go while I tongued her. Her groan was followed by a string of soft yet agonized curses,
oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck
before she degenerated into more whimpers.

I had a nipple clamp in my pocket. Impromptu. But was it torture or play?

Did it matter? I fished out the clamp with the small lead weight dangling from it and clipped it to her cunt just above her swollen clit, where I hoped she’d be sensitive. Even before the teeth closed on her, she was tilting her pelvis forward.

Today had hit the poor girl hard and I doubt she had it in her to resist any of the sensations I was feeding her. The flogging, the cane, my dominance, her surrender, these had made good and bad, pleasure and pain, mix together until extricating one from the other would require more brain cells than were currently functioning.

I had her mindfucked, infinitely. Nothing could’ve made me happier.

Whether it was from the effects of the clamp itself or the tapping of the weight, her sobs grew louder. My cock climbed up the hardness scale a few rungs.

I stood, leaving my finger squarely on that little button before slipping it back, ever so slowly, along her slit. I shoved my finger inside her. Her wetness...I drew in a breath...riveting.

“You’re seriously moist down here. Your sweat and your cunt juices.” I fucked her some more, listening to the sounds.

As I spoke her head fell back, exposing her neck to me. Rivulets of water trailed from her damp hair to shoulders and breasts. She groaned again, rocking into my fingers. Her weight made the attachments of the ropes creak.

“Do you want me, Wren? Inside you?”

I extracted my finger and moved my arm so I could get into her from behind.

She raised her head, staring, her lips parted. That might have been due to me pumping my slickened finger in and out of her pussy. My thumb found her little asshole and I wriggled it into her too.

“Say it. Say ‘yes, Sir.’”

“I...” Her eyelids fluttered then closed.

I waited. Soon these responses would slip from her mouth automatically. Training, it was all training.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going in both these holes today, and you’re going to beg.”

That her eyelids squeezed down tighter and I could see the little movements of her eye muscles; That she panted like a bitch in heat, it spoke volumes: holding in her arousal, but unable to stop herself.

I leaned in, kissed her sweet mouth then dragged her head back by her hair, smiling at the sight of her exposed neck and the sheen from the sweat I’d made on her body.

“Mine. You’re all mine, pretty girl.” I bit her neck, in spite of her screams and wriggles – a bite that would make a wolf proud of me. The indentations from my teeth were bluing already.

Then I walked away from her and texted Chris, after washing my fingers clean. My phone was still going to smell exquisitely of Wren. Which was perfectly good.

I released her from her bonds and carried her to where three sofas faced each other across a square coffee table. Her weight and her scent had brought home to me how much I wanted to fuck her. Despite all the pain I’d given her, she curled into me after I let her drink some cold water. To rest her, and so I could admire how I’d marked her body, I petted her awhile.

It was time.

I threw a couple of the large cushions across the golden timber of the coffee table then kissed her forehead. “Enough. On the table on all fours. Then turn to me.”

Her hesitation might’ve been due to the shaking of her arms. I waited until she obeyed. When I had her before me, I wrapped black bondage tape around her eyes and a little above. It bunched up her hair but it was her body that’d get to my guest, and her adorable mouth.

“This man who’s coming is a friend but nervous about being seen. Don’t say a word to him or I will punish you. Be good and I will reward you.”

Punishment would be a word of great weight to her now.

I had her head down, ass in the air, with her body half on the coffee table and half on my lap, when he arrived. The door closed silently, slowly. Chris paused after taking one step onto the patio. He thought this was deep roleplaying and knew I wanted no names said. If some slipped out, I would deal with the consequences.

I wasn’t sure if he’d recognize her with her face half covered. I didn’t care.

What I most wanted, what made my dick happy, was to show off Wren while I fucked her properly for the first time.

I waved. “Come on over!” He paced toward us, steady, checking her out and perhaps surprised he didn’t instantly recognize her from the local kink community.

When Wren went to push herself off my lap, I fastened her in place with a hand in her hair. She shifted on her knees. I guess she wondered what was about to happen. Naked, bleeding, newly whipped and flogged, with her thighs wet from her own moisture and her pussy on display to this stranger she could hear advancing.

Wondering, for sure.

I could’ve told her. More fun. Much more fun.

I was high as a kite in topspace. Flogging her, making her submit, had made this day rise above all others.

My one hesitation came when I looked down at this woman and wondered about my motivations. Showing her off was one thing, sharing was another.

I ran my fingertip around the whorl of her ear, pushing aside strands of her hair. She was such a small fragile creature, compared to me...and a new emotion tiptoed in alongside my need to dominate her. I wasn’t sure I liked it.

Wren

Here was something new. Something that filled me with dread. Another man had arrived. I’d thought I couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing or terrible than what had happened, but this was it. If I’d known this was about to happen, before he blindfolded me, would I have objected?

How?

I had nothing left. I was used up and devastated, hanging on by a thread. Only the thought that eventually I would be by myself and be able to go through this in my head kept me going. My muscles hurt – my legs, arms, and back, everywhere he’d flogged and hit me. At least whatever he’d attached to my clit had fallen off and he’d not noticed.

The man wasn’t infallible.
Yay.

The sad part – I no longer believed that, not where it counted.

Footsteps came from the direction of the door. They drew closer, a little louder, deliberate. A heavy man. A friend of my abductor. He wouldn’t be allowed near me if he were a good man, surely? My new effort to straighten on my arms and turn was frustrated yet again by
His
hand in my hair. Not that I could see, unless I ripped off the blindfold?

No.

“Stay.”

I stayed.

What he’d done to me... I shivered. I wanted no more of his punishment. The sting from his last marks said I was probably bleeding.

“You’ve got a new captive?” the man said, in a soft yet deep voice – an assured voice. I smelled cologne on him.

My abductor only smelled of sweat, same as I must, and faintly of the chlorine from the pool. What struck me most was that this stranger had no qualms about seeing me here. None. I couldn’t appeal to him for help. That conclusion trampled me even lower than dirt.

Their words seemed distant while I curled in on myself. Funny. Feeling lost shouldn’t be anything new.

“As you can see, she’s well prepared. I had to punish her.” His fingers traced down my back, brushing over hurts. I winced. “But now she’s ready, for us.” All his gentler touches made me see future pain. Did he know how he affected me?

Probably. A chill trickled in, one that flipped from fear to arousal, and back to fear. I was a fucked-up mess.

He
understood me, intimately. More than Glass did, probably, certainly more than any other man. If he wasn’t a mind reader, he was so good at what he did that I’d begun to doubt my ability to second-guess him.

Like I often did, I felt such a traitor. I’d never talked to Glass, never said goodbye. I’d just walked away that night. If I had a choice, I would be back in Glass’s bed and in his arms, in an instant. That
had
to be what counted.

“I can see she’s well flogged, yes.” The new man chuckled. “But,
us
? You didn’t mention sharing her.”

No. Oh no.
I’d suspected this was his aim but hearing it in words drove home what was about to happen. I tensed my thighs and my back, ready to twist and leap away, caught up in my first thought –
run
.

Running wasn’t an option. Nothing was.

“Up to you. You can sit there and watch only, if you want. Turn around, girl. I want your head bowed before my guest. In case he wants to join in.” He addressed his friend, “I’m going to fuck her but you can use her mouth if you want to.”

All I could see while I stayed frozen was the black cloth of his pants under the lower edge of the tape. Where had my life gone? Where had
me
gone?

But I didn’t think I could take more punishment and stay sane.

“Go.” He tapped my head.

I drew in one shaky breath then turned, feeling my way over the table with my palms. W
hat am I doing, what am I...
Then a man’s hand on my shoulder stopped me. I flinched.

“You’ve found me. So...she likes the attention of an extra man?” The stranger was ahead of me. With the blindfold on, my senses of smell seemed heightened. I smelled man beneath the cologne. To my dismay,
He
began to stroke the seam between my lower lips. A man behind me. A man to my front. Every time his finger slipped over my pussy entrance, a petite moment of desire ripped me away from the
now
.

I found myself arching. I wriggled to get just a little closer, craving what he did. The effect of his training? This wasn’t my own body anymore.

As he kept working his fingers on me, over me, into me, I gasped and catalogued my reactions, yet couldn’t stop myself. My eyes rolled up. The throb of the myriad hurts and bruises brought me back to him with every thump of my heart. It held me in thrall despite the subtlety of his touch.

Then, not subtle. Two of his fingers speared in and I groaned.
Instinct, it’s only instinct.
Animal response. Sensations climbed, curled inside me, blotting out thought.

“Beautiful,” the stranger murmured, his hand tightening in my hair and dragging me forward an inch. With the jolt of electricity, he stroked my breast where it hung down

He
chuckled and his fingers stilled partway into my pussy. “Tempted?”

“A little.”

“She won’t say no.”

So true. Because I couldn’t.

He thrust into me once more and again I quivered. Thick fingers. Deep.
Fuck.

I was
His
, whether I wanted to be or not.

“If she doesn’t want this then I guess it’s too bad. Don’t speak, pretty slave, you know what you’ve been told.”

Bastard.

My thoughts were so scrambled I may have whispered that. The stranger guffawed, but he didn’t tell. He only pulled up my head and kissed me, his hard lips crushing onto mine while his harder hand used a grip on my breast to haul me even higher, then keep me in place.

He ended the kiss but kept the hold on my hair, his fingers twisting in my roots. I heard the sound of a zipper. “You’ve convinced me. She can suck my cock a while.”

“Use a condom.”

I heard the packet caught and ripped open by the stranger, but felt
his
tongue on my pussy then inside me as he held open my ass cheeks, then the probe of something artificial and solid at my asshole. Everything entangled. All of this seemed to happen at once, in layers and bites of sensation that tugged my attention this way and that, until I might’ve been a mile underwater, and not known it.