A Merry Little Kinkmas, Page 3

He pulled his finger from her pussy and touched it to her lips, which opened immediately, sucking his finger in.

  “Such a good girl for me,” he said. “Such a very good girl.” She laved her tongue over his finger as if it were his cock.

  His cock quickly hardened in response of wanting that, right now.

  Leading her out of the bedroom by her hair, he took her into the playroom and closed the door behind them. Even though he heard the soft sounds of TV playing in Seth and Leah’s bedroom, he didn’t want to push their hospitality too much.

  Although Sully had brought a ball gag for her, too. And one for Mac for tomorrow night.

  And they’d both get plenty of use, he was sure.

  Chapter Four

  Sully put Clarisse on her knees next to the spanking bench, where Mac had already draped a towel over it. Mac had neatly laid their implements out, along with the leather wrist and ankle cuffs Clarisse wore when they played.

  Moving quickly, Mac helped Sully get the cuffs buckled around Clarisse’s arms and legs before helping her to her feet and onto the bench. There, they quickly clipped the restraints to the bench, making sure she was settled and secure.

  They blindfolded her then slipped the ball gag into her mouth, buckling it behind her head.

  Thus helpless and ready, Sully stroked her back, trailing his fingers all the way down to her ass.

  “I think I know someone who’s been wanting a good, hard scene, don’t I?” he asked.

  She gave him the hand signal for yes.

  Sully snapped his fingers at Mac and had him kneel at the end of the bench, between her legs, and start licking her pussy.

  Clarisse let out a needy moan. Arching her hips, she tried to get as much contact as she could with his mouth, wanting more.

  “Don’t let her come yet,” Sully warned as he squeezed her ass cheeks, hard enough to leave behind impressions from his fingers in her flesh.

  Being careful not to whack Mac in the head, Sully started spanking Clarisse bare-handed, alternating ass cheeks, until she squirmed and whined and moaned on the bench with every stroke.

  Reaching over, he pulled her hair, forcing her head back. “How are we doing, pet?”

  She flashed the sign for yes.

  “Good girl.”

  Releasing her hair, he walked over to the implements and picked up a flogger. Then he leaned in and whispered in Mac’s ear. “Go play with her nipples now.”

  Mac stood and walked around to the other end of the bench, where he leaned in and started to do just that, rolling and tweaking her nipples. Sully swung the flogger, a lightweight one that wouldn’t hurt anyone unless you nailed them in the eyes or balls, or snagged a piercing. He swung it hard, reddening her ass even more, knowing it would give her a nice, warm glow and help her sink more deeply into subspace.

  Every few strokes or so, Sully would stop and reach between her legs, fingering her pussy and making her moan some more.

  She wasn’t a masochist, and he knew it. He enjoyed taking her just up to the edge, close enough she could see over it but not far enough to make her code from pain. Just the fact that she’d become so eager to please him was a huge turn-on for him.

  After a little while, he put the flogger down and reached for a riding crop. Her body tensed as he presented the implement, stroking it up and down her spine before stepping into position. Placing one hand in the middle of her back, he laid the crop against her ass cheeks, drawing out the anticipation for her.

  Mind fucks like this were another fun part of scening with her.

  He flicked the riding crop in the air just behind her, not striking her with it, but making a zwhip sound in the air, loud enough she could hear. She flinched, drawing a smile from him.

  Laying it against her flesh again, he lightly stroked it up and down her ass, her thighs, back up again. This time when he lifted his hand, he flicked it across the globes of her ass, lightly, enough to make her jump under his palm but not enough to hurt her.

  He repeated this several times, knowing it amped up her tension, making her wonder when the real smack would arrive across her ass.

  Just when he felt her marginally relax, he smacked her with the crop, hard enough to make her yelp around her ball gag, the sound of which stiffened his cock in his pants. Using the flapper end, he lightly slapped her pussy and clit with it, just enough to make her moan with need around the ball gag.

  That stiffened his cock even more.

  He worked back and forth, light smacks on her ass, and on her pussy, increasing the force of the strokes on her ass until she had a sweet little rhythm going, whines of pain mixed with moans of pleasure.

  When he stopped, she gasped, her body still arching back into what she thought would be the next stroke against her pussy.

  After putting aside the crop, he grabbed her ass, squeezing it. “Oh, don’t worry, pet. We’re not even close to being done yet.”

  From the tone of her responding moan, he knew she’d slipped deeply into subspace. She arched her back as much as the restraints would allow, trying to press herself against him.

  Sully switched to a leather strap a few inches wide and mounted onto a wooden handle. A little stingy but mostly thuddy. It was more noisy than anything, a warm-up toy when he used it on Mac, but a perfect step up in festivities for Clarisse before he started in with paddles, and then canes for the big finish.

  With the strap he could easily go after the sides and backs of her thighs, her calves, her upper arms and shoulders without worrying about injuring her. And still Mac teased her nipples, alternating between rolling them between his fingers and pinching them, hard, amping her pleasure even more.

  The men had both shied away from breast play with her while the boys were still nursing, despite her trying to get them to do it. Sully knew that was a kink for some people, but neither he nor Mac had a lactating fetish. Clarisse had decided she only wanted two kids, although he and Mac hadn’t gone for vasectomies yet. He wanted her to have the option, if she chose, for more.

  Because it wouldn’t hurt their feelings if they tried one more time for a girl.

  The truth was, no matter what their dynamic, neither he nor Mac would ever deny Clarisse anything. She—and their boys—were the center of their universe, their reason for living.

  Sully had considered himself damn lucky even before Clarisse entered their lives. But when she joined them it was like a missing part neither man had realized wasn’t there clicked perfectly into place.

  Being able to sneak little times like this into their schedule made life that much sweeter.

  He finished with the strap, pleased with the way her flesh had nicely reddened under the strokes. Most of that would fade, but she’d still have a couple of marks here and there on her ass tomorrow, marks she would smile over as she stared at them in the mirror in the morning.

  He picked up an acrylic paddle. Not one of her favorites, because it was a little on the stingy side, but he wanted an implement he knew he couldn’t harm her with. Because he needed his left hand free for the vibrator, which he also picked up and carried over to where she lay bound to the bench.

  “All right, sweetheart. We’re going to step things up and work our way toward the big finish. How are we doing?”

  She gave him their hand signal for okay, a green, for him to keep going.

  “Good girl. You’re so beautiful all strapped down and red-assed for us.”

  He flicked on the vibrator and pressed it between her legs as he laid several light smacks with the paddle against her ass cheeks.

  She screamed against the ball gag, her orgasm hitting her, amped up by the stingy impacts, rocking back and forth and trying to both escape the swats while keeping her clit in contact with the vibrator.

  “Poor, poor pet,” he teased. “Get paddled or get to come. Such a problem.” He held the vibrator in such a way that she had to back up against it, sticking her ass out even more, a perfectly beautiful target for the paddle. By the time he stopped
about five minutes later, she was sobbing both from pleasure and pain.

  He switched the vibrator off and laid it on the small of her back. “Don’t move. Don’t let that fall.” He swapped out the paddle for a heavier wooden paddle, which he laid against her ass cheeks so she could feel its surface.

  “You need a few nice, hard swats with this before I finish you off with the cane, don’t you, pet?”

  She tearfully mumbled around the gag, “Yes, Master.”

  His cock throbbed. He knew he’d have a wet spot on the inside of his briefs when he finally unzipped. “Do you want several hard swats with the bigger paddle, pet?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Such a good girl.” He laid the paddle right against the crease between her ass and thighs, where the implement would get maximum coverage. Making her wait, he finally drew back and delivered a fairly heavy swat, not the heaviest he could muster, but not sandbagging, either.

  She arched away from it, howling, sobbing.

  “Pet, do you want me to continue?”

  “Yes, Master,” she mumbled, taking deep, hitching breaths as she relaxed on the bench again.

  He laid the paddle in the same place, waiting, then smacking her about the same. Another moment for her to react, process. He didn’t even have to ask her before she returned to her position.

  She wanted this. She didn’t like the process of it, but she loved the afterglow, having gone through it. She wasn’t only doing it for him, but because she liked serving him, submitting to him, enjoyed hitting deep subspace and the freedom it brought her mind even for a short time.

  A safe, cathartic place she knew she had complete control over. Even if she was his wife and slave, if she ever safeworded, he would immediately stop and she knew it.

  That she never did, unless she got a leg cramp or something, made him love her even more. Because he knew the level of trust that took for her to have, especially considering what she’d been through before she met him and Mac.

  “Two more, pet. Then to the cane and the big finish. Okay?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  This time he swung hard, her head coming up as she howled around the gag. Beside her, Mac whispered in her ear, comforting her, encouraging her, saying the right things to keep subspace swirling through her, to keep her wanting to take it from them.

  Needing to take it from them.

  Because Mac knew from his end of things what it took to keep him there, too.

  “One more, pet. One really good, hard one. It’s going to hurt, and it’s likely going to make you cry. Do you want it?”

  “Yes, Master,” she tearfully mumbled around the ball gag.

  He wanted to fuck her then, but laid the paddle against her flesh, across the back of her thighs. His other hand, he rested on her lower back.

  The backswing…and then the smack.

  She screamed, but even before she could start to process the pain, he’d grabbed the vibrator and pressed it against her clit. Her scream turned into a moan, her head dropping down again as she arched her back and tried to hump the vibrator.

  “Such a good, sweet pet,” he cooed. “Taking your strokes for me like that. Such a beautiful pet. Good pets always get rewarded.”

  Another reason she liked the scenes, because the pain made the orgasms that much stronger. She’d admitted it to them after she’d made the connection herself.

  In fact, sometimes she had difficulty in reaching orgasm unless one of them pinched her nipples or smacked her on the ass. She might coast the edge forever, unable to make it over, until one of them tipped the scales in her favor.

  He loved it. He loved being able to control that for her, that she had the trust in them to let them do that for her.

  Once he knew she’d worked her way through that orgasm, he switched the vibrator off again and laid it on her back. She lay limp on the bench, catching her breath while he swapped out the paddle for a rattan cane.

  “Last round, pet,” he said. “I want to leave you with marks for tomorrow. Do you want that?”

  “Yes, Master,” she mumbled around the gag.

  He felt badly that they hadn’t been able to work more play into their lives, other than the occasional quick over-the-knee, barehanded spanking, in the past few months. It was something she’d missed, something she’d wanted.

  “Pet, in the future, if you want marks, make sure to tell me or Sir, okay? We’ll figure out how to make it happen.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she tearfully mumbled.

  Marks were, to her, a badge of honor, a sign of ownership.

  A tangible reminder of her place, her safety, their love for her.

  Her trust in them.

  “These will hurt, pet. This is a cane. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I won’t make you count them.” Sully tipped his head to Mac, indicating for Mac to join him at the other end of the bench and take the vibrator. Mac reached under her with it, clear of the cane’s path and ready to flip it on at Sully’s mark.

  “Ten good, hard cane strokes, pet,” Sully told her. “Do you want them?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Okay. If you can’t take them, give me the hand signal and I’ll stop. But it’ll only be ten. No more. I promise.”

  He held her down with a hand across her back. With his right hand, he laid the cane across her ass, rubbing it up and down over her red flesh, before deciding where to lay the first stroke. Before he raised his hand, he nodded to Mac and mouthed, Now.

  Mac switched the vibrator on as Sully landed a hard stroke. Clarisse’s cries were mixed with pleasure and pain, a delicious sound that, from the smile on Mac’s face, Sully knew would earn her a fucking like she hadn’t had in a while when they got done. Mac reached over with his free hand and caught the underside of her collar with it, keeping her from throwing her head back as Sully spread out the other nine cane strokes. He lost count of how many orgasms she’d had by the time he’d finished and set the cane aside.

  Sully pointed to her head. Mac handed him the vibrator and walked around to unfasten the ball gag. Sully unfastened his slacks, shoving them and his briefs down and sliding his cock deep inside her.

  So wet, so hot, her pussy still contracting from the remnants of her last orgasm.

  Mac also shoved his jeans and briefs down, feeding his cock into her eager mouth, grabbing her hair with one hand and cradling her chin with the other.

  With his free hand, Sully reached around her with the vibrator. “Okay, pet. You get to come as long as you can until we finish. Enjoy your reward.”

  She was soon trying to hump herself back and forth on the bench between the men. For his part, Sully was having a hard time holding back. He was hard and ready and she felt sooo damn good like this. Mac fucked her mouth, taking over and sliding his cock deep into her throat as she moaned her way through a rolling series of orgasms.

  This. Is. Heaven.

  * * * *

  This is fucking heaven!

  Already, the pain in Clarisse’s ass was fading as Sully and Mac fucked her at both ends. She loved it when they did this, her freshly beaten ass deliciously chafing against the material of Sully’s slacks. The vibrator made sure she didn’t stop coming as they used her, filling her, fucking her, owning her.

  Sure, there were plenty of times in bed either she or Mac played the center of the spit roast, but this was more. This was special. This was letting go and pushing herself through the pain to the beautiful endorphin-filled region of subspace.

  And orgasms.

  Lots and lots of orgasms.

  She would definitely be sore tomorrow morning, but in allll the good ways.

  The really good ways.

  They picked up a rhythm between them, Sully’s strokes shoving her deeper onto Mac’s cock as she did her best to lick and suck at Mac’s shaft. Hard to do while moaning through her own orgasms.

  But she was determined to try.

  Mac exploded first, h
is balls pumping his cum into her mouth, making her moan again as she swallowed, loving doing that for him. Then Sully finally let loose, filling her pussy with his cum, finally switching the vibrator off and setting it aside.

  Sully snapped his fingers and she suspected what was going to happen next, sending a thrill through her.

  Sure enough, Mac’s cock was withdrawn from her mouth. He knelt between her legs, his hands on her thighs and spreading them even more, his mouth licking and sucking Sully’s juices from her pussy, his tongue coaxing yet another orgasm out of her.

  Sully walked around to her head, offering her his limp cock. She opened, licking him clean, hoping to get him hard again for a second round until he chuckled, stroking her hair as he pulled out.

  “Only one for you tonight from me, pet. Sorry. It’s been a long day and I’m tired after that drive. But slave can give you another one, if he wants.”

  From down at her pussy, Mac let out a hungry moan, which reverberated through her whole body.

  Oh, yeah. He’d get horny again, and quickly.

  She squirmed on the bench as Mac’s tongue dipped deep inside her, licking Sully’s juices from her and making her own flow even more. After a few minutes, Mac stood. Sure enough, he started fucking her, hard and fast.

  Sully knelt in front of her and removed the blindfold. With his hands in her hair, he smiled at her, grey eyes twinkling. He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.

  “Our sweet little pet will go to bed tonight well fucked and well beaten and thoroughly worn out. I want this to last you for a while until we can schedule another weekend together like this.” He pushed one thumb into her mouth and she sucked it, laving her tongue over it like she had his cock.

  Mac started slapping her ass and her eyes dropped closed as one last, small orgasm rippled through her.

  “I knew I’d get one out of you,” Mac grunted before a few last, hard, final thrusts, his cock buried deep inside her as he fell still.

  Sully’s eyes playfully creased at the edges. “Slave, you know our rule. You have to clean up our pet.”

  “Yes, Master,” Mac said, breathless. “I just need to catch my breath.”