Page 56 of The Secret Stalker
“Look what you do to me, Kitten,” I say, pumping myself in front of her eyes. “You can’t have this yet. First the paddle, then my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Good girl,” I hold her eyes until the wooden frame won’t let her move her neck any further as I walk around beyond her. Mack hands me a wooden paddle that has a rubber coating around it. I’ve never hit anyone with such a thing. This is not my tool of choice for pleasure, but it will have to be today. I stand behind Sophie and stare at her peachy round arse, herlegs slightly spread, hip distance apart, and between them I see her puffy pink folds glistening, waiting, ready for me. I flip the paddle in my hand, feeling the weight of it. The guys stand and watch as I draw my hand back then smack the paddle down on her plump arse cheek. One. Sophie gasps but it doesn’t sound like it’s from pain, it sounded like it was from shock or maybe pleasure. If that is the case, her pleasure is mine as I colour her bottom red and I allow myself to get the job done. After fourteen strikes, her arse cheeks are a deep red and smarting. I rub my hand up and over them, soothing them, wishing I had some kind of balm to cool them. Rory walks to her head and crouches down to her, his face disappearing from my view. But his body language tells me he is kissing her better and it’s my time to fuck her.
I lay the paddle back down on the trolley and bend my knees to line myself up, unable to wait a minute more. I run my cock through her slick heat, coating myself with her desire before pushing into her tight pussy. Sophie’s walls flutter around me as I rub my tip and piercing over her g-spot, in and out, over and over again. I am rewarded with her moans as Rory lets her up for air but I continue with my teasing as Tye and Mack stand at her sides, running their fingers along her skin and down her hanging breasts, all three of us touching her body in some way. My intention is to make Sophie feel better but at the same time it’s riling me up with a need that is unbearable, I can’t fight the urge any longer to plunge deeper inside of her. I grab her hips and thrust hard and deep, knowing Sophie can feel every inch of me.
Tye and Mack disappear from view as they bend to play with her nipples, Rory is still at Sophie’s head, we four all play with Sophie’s body in sync until I feel the perfect flutters of her pussy contract and vibrate around me. Sophie comes on my cock and I don’t wait a second longer to pump everything Ihave got into her tight hole. I look directly ahead of me as my orgasm floods my body, and I give whoever the fuck is watching me a look of satisfaction. When I’ve unloaded every drop I have left, I slide myself out and walk around to her, the cream of her pussy still coating me. Rory moves away so I can bend down and kiss my woman the way she deserves. “Are you ok, Kitten?” I ask as she looks back at me with a sated sleepy expression etched on her face.
“I’m ok, Flynn,” she assures.
Above us we hear Mack say, “You’re up now Rory, you get the crop.” The word makes me wince.
“It’s ok Flynn, he’ll make it feel better, I know he will,” she assures. I see her hands move to touch me but they can’t.
“I will do my best to help you, Kitten,” I say as Rory walks behind Sophie and picks up the crop.
Rory
I twist the crop in my hand. I’ve never even held one before let alone used it to punish someone. The leather handle feels lightweight. I inspect the leather flap at the top and wonder just how much pain I am about to inflict on Sophie. I’m really hoping it is not as bad as it looks or at least not as bad as the cane. I stand back and move it through the air trying to gauge how much pressure I put behind it in my swing before I make any kind of contact on Sophie’s body. The air makes a swishing noise and I see Sophie’s body tense. As she does, I see some of Flynn’s come leak out between her pussy lips. That sight does something to me, knowing I’m going to be following Flynn and adding my load inside of her. I have to take a minute and stoke myself, enjoying the sight before me. I am unaware what kind of pain I am about to rain down on Sophie, all I know is, I need to hit her already-red bottom with the option of her upperthighs. The quicker I get this done, the quicker I can be inside her.
Just as I raise my hand, I see Tye move into my eye line. He holds his cock out for Sophie and I can only imagine her wrapping her lips around him. I want to see, I want to watch, but I have a job to do. I raise my hand and swing. There is a swish and a crack as the leather flap makes contact with her reddened skin which makes her jolt but she doesn’t rear up or buckle. There is no blood, just a red mark that looks slightly raised. One down, thirteen to go.
There is something quite powerful in raising my hand and bringing it down across Sophie’s cheeks that’s not too dissimilar to the jobs Sophie takes with me. The movement is different, leaving a mark is different but the anticipation is the same. I take it in turns to hit each arse cheek, every time Sophie’s body tenses and releases, which I’m guessing is how her mouth feels around Tye’s cock. I need to get this over with, I need to push inside her creaminess.
Flynn is stroking down Sophie’s back, Mack is on the floor tugging on her nipples. Everyone is working her over in their own way, whatever way they want or Sophie needs. Everyone is hard, including Flynn again, everyone is getting off on what is happening. When I’ve landed the last blow across the now blotchy and raised skin on her arse cheeks, I fling the crop aside and line myself up. I can’t wait a minute longer.
Feeling myself engulfed in her warmness is exhilarating, a fitting end to how my jobs always go. The pleasure after the pain. Mack slides further below us gripping onto her leg for purchase, I see him working Sophie’s clit with two fingers as I thrust into her, her moaned gurgles travel to my ears as my own pleasure builds at an alarming rate. I need to slow down as my legs quiver and the warmth in my core threatens to explode.Tye must be thinking the same as he steps away from her and bends down on his haunches.
Sophie
Tye whispers in my ear, “I’m going to plug that sweet arsehole of yours Red, I want to feel you full and tight around my cock as I fuck into you, just like I did that first night I crept into your room. But before that I am going to take pleasure knowing that every time the cane cracks across your perfect arse, it’s going to jostle the plug inside.” Tye moves back from my ear in time to see the combined effects of his words, Rory’s cock and Mack’s fingers, all exploding across my face. I close my eyes and tip over the edge and into paradise. The lurid sound of my wet pussy and Rory pumping into me fills the room until he stills and I feel him unload inside of me, filling me up again with his come. I have survived two tools of punishments, with two to go.
Tye wipes away the saliva on my chin as he leans in to whisper, “I’m going to fucking love every second.” Apparently Tye is looking forward to punishing me. I hear a cap open and close and then feel a cool finger running up and down my bum crack before putting pressure on my back hole. Flynn bends down in front of me, getting on his knees. He watches my face as I feel Tye’s finger push further inside of me.
“Relax for him, Kitten, let him open you up. You know he’s going to make it good for you, just let him in,” coos Flynn as I feel another of Tye’s fingers join the first one. Flynn leans in and kisses me, his lips taking me away from here and into another realm. He’s distracting me as Tye pulls his fingers out and I feel the cold tip of a plug and then the slow stretch and burn as the largest width of the bulb passes through my tight ring of muscle. Flynn pulls away to allow me to come up for air. “Does it feel good, Kitten?” he asks, knowing from my jerks and tiny movements, that my body has just sucked in the plug.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “So good,” I say, enjoying the feeling of being filled there.
“The cane is going to hurt the most. What do you need?”
“My nipples, my clit, everything to take me away,” I blurt out.
“I’ve got you,” Flynn kisses my lips hard and gets to his feet. I hear him walk around to Mack and Rory, telling them what I need. I know this is going to be a pain unlike any other.
To my surprise, I feel a warm tongue circle my clit and my legs nearly give out. God it feels so sensitive down there but I don’t want them to stop. Then I feel two mouths suck my nipples into their mouths and the sensations make pleasure pulse down to my core. I submerge in the feelings as need begins to crackle inside of me until I hear a swish through the air and white-hot pain, like a thousand bee stings all in one place, paralyses me. I cry out in agony, feeling like I’ve just been ripped in two, knowing a line is blooming on my skin.
Tye
I watch as a white line on her beautiful skin raises into an angry welt across her arse cheek. I feel bad for causing her such pain—not exhilarated at all. The cane is clearly causing her more than just discomfort, this is not the same as the paddle and the crop. I can hear the pain in her cries, not pleasure. This is an entirely different level and I am not lusting for this at all.
I have no doubt that the impact from that strike feels brutal and I hate myself for doing it. I press down on the plug and give it a jostle, trying to do something, anything, to help. Her entire body is tense and coiled tight from the impact, I know the guyson the floor are all trying to ease her back down and ready for the next one. I lift my arm, swing again and Sophie’s wail fills the room. Terror courses through me, am I causing irreparable damage to my Red? I walk around to see her tear-strewn face.
“Keep going,” she blubbers out, her eyes willing me to get the job done. I nod once, walk back around and hit her again. There are now three lines on her left cheek, I do the same with the right. There is a slick sheen that shines across her body that wasn’t there before I started. Every time I swing the cane through the air her body tenses, then her cries echo around the room until the guys below her soothe her senses and prepare her for the next one.
Sweat beads on my forehead, my hands feel sweaty as I move the strikes down to her lower thighs, hoping that focusing on the untouched skin will help. This is not turning me on. This is the opposite to a turn-on for me. By the thirteenth strike, tears pinprick the backs of my eyes and I’m not sure I can continue. Sophie feels my hesitation.
“Finish it,” she growls through her sobs.
