“Lock your hands behind your head and spread your legs wide,” he directed.
After a moment of reluctance, Tara assumed the position he described. This was even worse than being tied down to the bed. She just stood there with her entire body open and accessible to him. He squeezed her breasts and plucked her nipples. She gasped and tensed, struggling to process the pleasure/pain. Her nipples had been sensitized from all of Isaac’s twisting.
“Your body is lush and soft,” Jon muttered. “Perfect for fucking.” As if to prove his claim, he slipped his hand between her thighs and pushed several fingers into her wet pussy. “Isaac obviously enjoyed himself.” He fucked into her a few times then slid hisslick fingers up to her clit and rubbed the neglected nub. “Would you like to come, naughty mate? Have you earned an orgasm?”
“Yes, please,” she cried. “I’ll do anything you ask, Master.”
A wicked chuckle rumbled through Jon’s chest. “That offer is unwise given the mood I’m in.” He pinched her clit, increasing the pressure slowly until she cried out. He moved his hand away and motioned to the bed. “Turn around and bend over. Keep your legs straight and brace on your forearms. I want access to those lovely tits.”
As Tara turned around, she found herself staring into her own reflection. Someone had transformed the opposite wall into a massive mirror. She was naked, her hair tousled. Her eyes were wide and luminous, lips swollen, cheeks deeply flushed. Faint slap marks marred the skin on her breasts and her nipples were tightly beaded and berry red. She barely recognized herself.
“Bend over,” Jon urged, “and spread those legs.”
Tara licked her lips and bent from the waist. She rested her forearms on the bed, which left her breasts accessible. Moving her legs apart, she cringed as a rivulet of cum trickled down her inner thigh. They’d already punished her mouth and her pussy. Now it was time to punish her ass.
“Your skin is so smooth and perfect.” Jon stroked her bottom as he spoke, his gaze fixed on his target. “It simply begs to be marked.”
She tensed. He’d already spanked her. Why was he doing this again? Fucking her ass was supposed to be the punishment. She stared at him in the mirror, willing him to look at her face.
Jon finally lifted his gaze and met hers. “Your entire body just tensed. What’s the matter, mate?”
“You already spanked me, Master.”
“I thought you wanted to come.” His lips twisted into a sardonic smirk. “You said you’d do anything.”
Dread washed over her and she closed her eyes. “I do want to come. Very much. What do you want me to do?”
“Why, beg me, of course. Say, ‘Master, please spank my pussy until I come.’”
“My p-pussy? You want to spank my pussy until I come?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “If you want an orgasm before we begin, that’s the only way you’ll get it.”
Something dark and carnal stirred inside her. A couple of nights ago, she’d gotten so turned on while they spanked her bottom that she had an orgasm. Could she really come while Jon slapped her pussy? “Please, Master…” Uncertainty overshadowed her curiosity and the rest of her words trailed away.
“Please, Master, what? Finish the sentence, Tara. You started this.”
She nervously licked her lips again and braced emotionally for what she was about to endure. “Please spank my pussy until I come.”
“Gladly.” He started with her bottom, warming her cheeks with firm spanks until the flesh began to burn. Then he slapped her inner thighs, urging her legs even farther apart. “So wet and ready for a cock.” He brought his hand up between her legs and slapped her well-fucked pussy. “Very soon, we won’t need to taketurns. You’ll take all three of us at the same time.” He spanked her again, a little harder this time.
Tara cried out as her imagination happily produced the scene. She straddled Isaac’s lap bouncing up and down on his cock. Jon stood behind them, moving in and out of her ass. Kyle held her face and aggressively fucked her mouth. Another stinging slap drew her back into the present, but the explicit image fueled the harsh hunger his cruel spanking had ignited.
“Come for me, mate. Come hard for your master.”
His next spank was centered over her clit and Tara screamed. A harsh, nearly painful orgasm tore through her body. Her inner muscles clenched and her toes curled as wave upon wave of sensation pulsed through her. She panted and shook. Jon rubbed her clit, prolonging her pleasure.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Now spread those cheeks. Offer me your virgin asshole.”
Drunk on endorphins and ready for her punishment to be over, Tara reached back and parted her bottom cheeks. They’d entered her with their fingers and used butt plugs, so her body should be ready for this final step. Even so, uncertainty made her arms shake and her belly flutter.
The lube felt cool and slick as it rolled down over her pucker. Jon pushed some of the gel inside her then liberally coated his cock. He tossed the bottle aside and moved behind her. She couldn’t see his cock in the mirror, but it felt warm and imposing as he rubbed the tip against her opening.
“Look at me, mate.”
Tara met his gaze in the mirror and sucked in a breath. His dark eyes glowed with heat and hunger.
“Who does your ass belong to?” Jon prompted.
