Two for Alex

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Mistress Marianne led Alex along the hallway. Alex contemplated jerking her arm away and refusing to go along. But her Masters’ directive had been very clear—she was to obey every Dom at the party as if she belonged to them. By the same token they’d told her she wasn’t expected to submit to something harmful or dangerous. She had the right to say no.

What a relief when Liam caught up with them, though she could tell Marianne was less than pleased. Liam suggested they use Alex’s bedroom. Marianne sat on Alex’s bed and pointed to her lap.

“Get over here. My palms are itching to turn that soft white skin a nice cherry red.” Alex glanced at Liam who nodded, a ghost of a smile crossing his lips. He pulled out her desk chair and turned it toward the bed, sitting down and stretching his long, sexy legs in front of him. He looked so good in his black leather pants and boots.

Alex would have rather climbed onto his lap but she didn’t dare disobey Mistress Marianne, especially with Liam watching. She was determined to make him proud.

She positioned herself over Marianne’s ample satin-clad thighs and rested her head on the bed. Marianne pushed her forward until Alex’s ass was directly over her lap. Marianne’s fingers were cool. She stroked Alex’s bare ass, ignoring the lacy thong. After a moment the pads of her fingers were replaced with the sharp but not unpleasant draw of her long nails over Alex’s bare skin.

“You’ll count for me, girl,” Marianne informed her. “One hundred. If you mess up, we start over.” Alex’s heart was already beating fast. Those words had the effect of a shot of pure caffeine.

Slow your breathing. You can do this. Daniel’s warm, kind voice slid into her head and for a moment she almost thought she’d heard them aloud. She remembered Liam was close by, though from her position on the bed she couldn’t see him. She obeyed the phantom Master in her head, taking several long, slow breaths. Her ass was tingling, ready for the spanking, and despite being draped over a female, she couldn’t deny the tingle in her cunt as well.

“We begin.” Marianne swatted her once, not very hard.

“One,” Alex said. She swatted her again and Alex continued to count. By the time they were up to twenty Alex was breathing easy. Marianne was hitting her hard but not too hard for her to tolerate. In fact it was perfect—just the right amount of heft and sting, the swats catching her on the fleshiest part of her ass.

She wasn’t prepared when Marianne nudged her thighs apart and slipped two fingers beneath the lace of her thong. Alex moaned in spite of herself as Marianne drew her fingers along the cleft and slipped them into Alex’s cunt. As quickly as they were there the fingers were gone and Marianne struck her ass again, much harder this time.

“Twenty-one!” Alex cried breathlessly. The next five swats were just as hard and Alex began to squirm, balling her hands into fists to keep from reaching back and blocking the blows.

She tensed, her breath sharp and high in her throat. Once again, the warm fingers slid against her labia and rolled her engorging clit until Alex began to thrust back wantonly against them.

“She’s so easy, Liam. Your sub is a slut, did you know that?”

Alex stilled at once, her face burning. She hid it against her quilts and tried to close her legs. “Keep them open, slut.” Marianne punctuated her command with a very hard smack on the upper part of Alex’s ass. This hurt much more than lower down and Alex gasped.

She squealed when the hand landed next on her wet cunt. “Count,” Marianne commanded. She smacked Alex’s sex ten more times, each one harder than the last.

Somehow Alex managed to count though tears sprang to her eyes and she could barely catch her breath. Finally, at forty, Marianne returned her attentions to Alex’s ass.

The glowing sting on both ass and cunt, coupled with her throbbing clit, made the next twenty or so swats deeply pleasurable for Alex. She ached for a cock to slip into her. If only someone would fuck her, she could orgasm just from the penetration.

But Marianne just continued to hit her, each blow harder than the last. There was nothing sensual in the blows that followed. It was a beating, pure and simple.

Alex couldn’t find her voice to count. She began to whisper the numbers between whimpers. “Seventy-four…seventy…five…” The blows continued to rain over her skin, smashing her down, exploding in her brain like firecrackers.

Coherent thought fled along with her body’s ability to respond. She was ground into the bed with each numbing blow and then…

And then, like a diver held under the water too long, she burst from the pain and into the cool, pure white light of erotic pain-induced pleasure. She no longer knew if she was counting or what number they might have reached. She heard the crack of Marianne’s hard hand against her ass but she felt nothing save the swish of silk against cream.