Gwen’s scent had been a mixture of anticipation, arousal, and fear. The music upped her arousal and added a little fear, but it wasn’t dread.
Kieran started without fanfare, and I joined him. He used the beat of the music, and I fell into the same rhythm. Gwen’s scent was all pain and pleasure now. Real pain, but also real pleasure. I went back to the wall and lifted two matching floggers I’d noted earlier, and I stepped back to her and whipped her in a Florentine pattern, harder on her ass than on her back, and I dipped down to her thighs occasionally. Before long, her entire back was a rosy red, and she hadn’t fed from me yet.
My cock wasn’t in the chastity device, but Kieran had given me pants to wear. Leather pants with a hole in the crotch, and my hard-on and balls were cradled by the leather on either side and from behind, making my dick stand even prouder than it usually did.
Kieran switched to the rubber flogger, and I nearly winced just thinking of what it would do to Gwen’s beautiful breasts. I stayed with my two floggers and didn’t worry about his rhythm. I was hitting every other beat of the music. If he was in any way in sync with the beat, it would work.
But I was hyper-focused on Gwen. Mirrors let me see her face, plus I could see her overall body tension, and her scent spoke volumes. She was in pain, and she wasn’t shy about screaming, but she didn’t seem close to tears. I’d have to depend on Kieran to know what to do to push her over without hurting hertoobad. Or was it badly? The latter, I thought. I’d had to speak perfect grammar as a slave, but I caught myself speaking like most of society now. All of this was a blip of thought, but I pushed it away because I needed to be focused on Gwen.
Her scent blossomed into more pain than she could handle, but I didn’t back off. Abbott had ordered tears, and we had to make it happen.
Kieran hit just her nipples with the tips of the flogger. Vampire fast. Back and forth. He was probably striking six times per beat in a continuous figure eight. Gwen tried to move to avoid the whip, but her husband followed her. I increased the muscle behind my strikes, but didn’t speed up.
Four minutes later, the waterworks started, but Kieran ordered me not to stop.Fuck, but I wanted to stop and hold her. Soothe her.
Her scent told me she was close to orgasm despite the tears and the pain, though, so I kept at it.
Three minutes later, my new Mistress orgasmed from being flogged. It’s possible the cruel clamp on her clit helped, but I didn’t think so. If anything, it probably made the climax harder. Kieran was nude, so he merely tossed his flogger, motioned for me to stop, stepped behind her, and jammed his dick in her ass. I knew my part, and it meant hurting her again, but I tossed my floggers, stepped to her front, removed the clamp from her clit, and rammed myself into her pussy before she could recover from the removal. I had to spread my legs wide to make myself short enough, despite her heels. In the boots and spreader bar, she was the perfect height for her husband, which meant I was the one who had to figure out the height difference, but that was okay. Slaves learn to work around issues like this.
The Mistress wassotight around my cock. She clamped down even tighter when her husband moved in her ass, but I held still.
She screamed again and her pain wasn’t sexy this time. The blood coming back into her clit probably hurt like the fires of Hell. I leaned in so my throat was in front of her, and she struck hard instead of using finesse, but I welcomed it. Anything I could do to make it easier for her.
Kieran was moving in her ass, but he slowed when she began to feed. I stayed statue still while her fangs were in my neck,though I had to grit my teeth because she put tons of the hard-on chemical in with her bite.And nothing to let me find release.
Whether she was helping me deal with my guilt for having to hurt her, or whether she was feeling sadistic in general, I don’t know, but my cock throbbed so painfully, I wanted to beg for some kind of release, but I didn’t. I’d had to hurt her, and I didn’t feel worthy of a climax.
When she finished feeding, Kieran telepathically ordered me to fuck her hard and fast. I did, with everything in me. I needed to orgasm so damned bad, but her venom wouldn’t let me.
Finally, I begged. “Please. Fuck.Pleasemake it so I can orgasm.”
Kieran was fucking her hard and fast as well, and he had to be tearing her ass up because he was moving at vampire speed.
He telepathed,She’s enjoying your pain. Perhaps we’ll deny you today and then put you in this situation again tomorrow. It should make bringing you to tears a little easier.
Knowing I probably wasn’t going to be allowed to orgasm let me focus back on Gwen’s pleasure instead of my pain. I changed my angle a few times until I foundjustthe right one, and then went to town on her once again. Within minutes, she let loose with a series of explosive orgasms, and I felt the energy change when Kieran came in her ass. She’d fed from me, but it was as if he got some of my life force from her while they orgasmed together.
My cock throbbed and ached. It was red and angry looking, sticking out of the leather pants. Kieran grasped the base and ran his hand to the end.
“Thank you. As a reward, Gwen’s going to give you a special treat.”
I assume he telepathed instructions. Or, perhaps she knew what he meant. I had no idea until she did it. I’m pretty sure it ranked as one of my top five orgasms ever. Gwen took me intoher mouth. All the way down her throat, and then bit the base of my dick. She put the orgasm cocktail in, and I came down her throat with her fangs fully embedded. Pain, fear, pleasure, bliss, ecstasy. She emptied my balls, and I sank to the floor when she finally released me because my knees wouldn’t hold my body up.
Chapter Twelve
Ajax
Two days of intense floggings, and while I admitted Abbott’s plan had brought us closer together, it was hard. I didn’t want to have to do it again the next day, and the next, and the next.
I was thankful I’d been the one to be flogged that evening. It was easier to take it than to dole it out. Somehow, they’d given me another explosive orgasm, and they’d both fed from me while we all came together.
And then they’d held me and taken care of me afterwards. They’d had food delivered for me so I didn’t have to cook. But mostly, they’d held me, wiped me down, and cared for my wounds.
I’ve never really been in touch with my wolf. I mean, I know he’s inside me, but he’s never felt as if he’s a part of me. Kieran tells me he bonded with the wolf when he took me to run, and now, I can sense the wolf when Kieran’s around. I needed to talk to Spence about it, but hadn’t yet. I wanted a little more time to figure it out.
My alarm awakened me, and I checked in with the cameras surrounding the property, and then with the outside guards. I’d given myself enough time to make sure the Doyles were safe before I left for my first lesson with the bikers. Though, I was told today would be one-on-one with Razor, so I could learn their terminology and some of the basics of the way he taught.I’m certified for all levels of Krav Maga, and I have the most advanced belts in other martial arts and disciplines, so I didn’t foresee any issues.
Razor told me to park at the gun store and walk across the street, and I wished I’d come early enough to look through the store before my class. I should probably have time afterwards. Not that I’d buy anything, but it’s fun to look.
