Playing Their Parts

Her partner gave a low, angry groan and Cassie felt his entire, big body tense.

“No, Mistress! I do not understand!” Stone snarled savagely. There was a low ripping sound and suddenly the thick leather of the manacles was torn apart and the big Kindred was free.

“Stone?” Cassie stepped back from him, not having to fake the uncertainty and fear on her face. She had always known Stone was strong but actually seeing him rip through the thick leather manacles like they were made of tissue paper gave her a whole new healthy respect for his immense strength.

“Mistress.” He turned on her, his eyes blazing with lust and fury. “I think it’s time you got a little punishment of your own!”

Forty-One

Cassie tried to back away from him, but her partner was too quick for her. Before she knew it, he had her arms over her head and her wrists strapped into the smaller pair of leather manacles.

“Stone?” she gasped, tugging uselessly against the thick leather straps. “Stone, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking what you denied me, Mistress,” he growled. And then he was on his knees before her, pushing up the tight black leather miniskirt to bare her pussy in the black lace crotchless panties she was wearing.

“Stone, don’t!” Cassie exclaimed, twisting against the strong hands gripping her hips. “I…I command you to stop!”

“You cannot command me anymore,” Stone told her. “I am making the commands now. And my first command is for you to spread your legs for me, Mistress.”

“What? Why?” Cassie demanded, trying to twist her hips away from him. It was a useless maneuver since she was manacled to the flogging frame, but she was fully into her part as an outraged Mistress now, so she had to at least try to get away.

“So I can take what you have denied me,” Stone growled at her. “So I can taste your sweet, soft, pussy.”

“What? No!” Cassie cried but her partner wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Spread your legs or I will punish you, Mistress,” he threatened her, his voice a deep, menacing growl.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Cassie exclaimed.

Stone’s piercing eyes glowed. “Oh, wouldn’t I?”

Her partner rose to his feet and reached for something on the floor. When he picked it up, Cassie saw it was the flogger she had abandoned.

“Stone?” she asked, her voice trembling just a bit. “What…what are you doing?”

“Punishing you the way you punished me, Mistress,” he growled. “I’m going to spank your ass until you spread your thighs for me.”

And before Cassie could protest, he had gone around behind her and was pushing her skirt even higher. Then he pulled down her panties to bare her ass completely.

“Stone, how dare you?” she gasped, still playing the outraged Mistress. “You—”

The long suede tassels of the flogger hit her bare ass with a stinging hiss, making her gasp.

God, I can’t believe he’s actually doing it—he’s actually flogging me!

It didn’t really hurt, other than a bit of stinging, but Cassie writhed and moaned anyway, pretending that she could barely stand it. In fact, this was exactly the kind of scene she’d hoped to play out with her ex when they had taken the BDSM classes together. But she’d never been able to truly respect Keith enough to give herself over to him with such abandon. With Stone, though, she knew her partner and trusted him completely.

And having him tie her up and spank her was making her so wet she could hardly stand it.

“Your ass is getting as red as a sunset, Mistress,” Stone growled behind her. “Are you ready to spread your thighs for me and let me taste you now?”

“All right!” Cassie gasped. “All right, Stone, I…I’ll open for you. Just don’t whip me anymore.”

“As my Mistress wishes,” he growled and came around to face her. Once more, he sank to his knees. Putting the flogger down carefully to one side, he put his hands on her thighs and looked up at her. “Open for me, Cassandra,” he growled softly. “Spread your soft little pussy and let me in.”

Moaning wordlessly, Cassie did as he commanded. Spreading her thighs, she widened her stance so that he could reach her pussy.

“Gods, look how wet you are, Mistress.” Stone’s deep voice was hoarse with lust as he examined her puffy outer pussy lips and her slippery pink inner folds. “I think maybe getting whipped agrees with you.”

“Of course it doesn’t,” Cassie protested, feeling a surge of embarrassment. The truth was, the flogging her partner had given her had really turned her on. The fact that she was so wet her pussy juices were coating her inner thighs was proof enough of that.

“Of course it doesn’t,” Stone echoed her, his deep voice soft and sarcastic. “That’s why it made you so wet and needy. Your pussy is begging to be licked and tasted, Mistress. You need my tongue inside you—just admit it.”