Two for Alex

He stroked her back and ass, moving his hand down her thighs. Her skin was so soft compared to a man’s. He loved touching it. “That’s it,” he said in a soothing voice. “Easy. Open yourself to me. Open yourself to the pain. Next time you’ll remember to check under the rim of the toilets, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He moved back and stood. Leaning over her, he drew back his wrist and let the tip of the tail catch her where her ass met her thigh. Alex hissed and her toes curled again.

“You’re resisting me. Stop it.” He waited until her toes uncurled and struck her again, a little higher. Now there were two red lines, one just above the other. He added a third stripe, letting more of the tail catch her. Alex yelped and clenched her fists. He struck her twice more, pleased with the five horizontal marks. They weren’t quite welts but the marks would last a few hours.

“Get up. Go see the marks of your punishment.” Alex rose from the bench and walked toward the mirror. She twisted around to see her ass and her eyes widened. He saw the unmistakable gleam of triumphant pride he’d seen so many times before in the face of a sub thrilled after the fact to have taken a beating and bearing the marks to prove it.

While she was admiring herself, Liam moved to the toy chest and selected a medium-sized vibrator. He took the braided flogger Anthony had given them from a hook on the wall.

“We’ve worked with you on orgasm control and on learning to take a whipping, flogging and even a caning with relative grace. I was thinking—we haven’t really focused with you on learning to take pleasure while enduring pain.”

He held out the vibrator. “Here’s what I want you to do. Squat here and pleasure yourself with this vibrator. Insert it and run it over your clit. I want you to orgasm. Here’s the catch. While you’re masturbating, I’m going to whip you. I want you to work past the pain. Work through it. Make it a part of your pleasure. Do you think you can do that?”

Alex licked her lips and swallowed. She took the vibrator from him. “I can try, Sir.”

“Good. And hopefully you’ll succeed. Because I don’t plan to stop whipping you until you come. Your ass is already tender from the single tail so I’ll focus more on your back and breasts. Go on, squat and spread your legs like you were going to pee over a drain.”

Alex lowered herself and squatted as ordered. “Turn it on. Fuck yourself with it. Don’t come until I say so.” Alex closed her eyes and inserted the tip of the vibrator into herself. Liam moved behind her and brought the braided leather down over her back with a thwacking sound.

He started light, allowing her to adjust to the strokes. He moved in front of her and struck her breasts. Alex gasped and nearly lost her balance. He struck her again, the tips catching her right nipple. Alex dropped the vibrator and cried out.

“Pick it up. Focus. Make the pain part of your pleasure. This is where you belong, fucking yourself while your Master whips you. This is what you were born for.”

“Ooh,” Alex breathed, her tone rapturous. He knew he was speaking her language for it was his own as well. His cock throbbed as he watched her run the tip of the vibrating phallus over her clit. She closed her eyes and swayed slightly. He stood to her side so he could whip both her back and breasts without shifting his position.

Her skin was rapidly reddening and her nipples were distended. He aimed for the delicate nubbins once again and Alex gasped with pain, though this time she didn’t drop the vibrator.

“You can come now, slave. Use the pain to heighten the pleasure.” He struck her back, covering it with a rain of knotted leather until she was panting and whimpering.

“Come for me.”

He struck her breasts, his cock straining in his jeans, excitement and lust speeding his heart. She pushed the vibrator in and out of her spread cunt. Her eyes were closed, her head back, the whimpering changed to a sensual moan.

She drew the vibrator up over her clit and began a steady staccato pant that ended in a piercing cry. He watched her coming, her body shuddering, her eyes squeezed tight, her mouth open in an O of sound. He gave her a final savage blow and she fell back against the carpet, the vibrator still at her clit, the fingers of her other hand buried inside her.

He dropped the flogger and pulled open his jeans, blinded for a moment by lust. He was going to fuck her. Why not? She was his and he knew she wanted it. But when he knelt in front of her his mind cleared and Daniel loomed large.