Strong fingers wrapped around Trish’s wrist and lifted it, making her shudder all over again as Jordan cuffed her to the back of the chair.
When his fingers slid between her and Bella’s bodies, and Trish felt him cupping Bella’s breast, playing with her nipple, the explosion of jealousy that erupted within her knocked her back for a moment. She was still kissing Bella, but it was as though Trish’s mind had disconnected from her body, leaving her fighting with her own emotions… until Bella shrieked against her lips.
Trish pulled back as much as she could to see what was happening. A shiny clamp now decorated Bella’s nipple, a short chain hanging from it, and Trish let out a little whine as Jordan pinched Trish’s nipple, pulling her back closer to Bella.
“No, please, don’t, Sir!” Trish begged, remembering to tack on the ‘Sir’ at the last moment in hopes he wouldn’t be upset with her forgetfulness in disobeying him.
“Be a good girl and hold still,” he said firmly, his eyes flashing in warning as he gave her ass a hefty smack with his free hand. The pain flared as her pussy clenched down, and Trish arched. “You can take it.”
“Ow, ow, ow,” Trish chanted as he closed the clamp around her nipple, the pleasurable pain slicing through her.
She could take it. It wasn’t about the clamps—she just didn’t want to be connected to Bella in this way. And Trish definitely didn’t want to think about why she didn’t want to be connected to Bella. She had very mixed feelings about all this.
Jordan moved around to the other side of the chair and connected Trish’s and Bella’s other nipples in the same way. Now, when either of them moved, their nipples tugged on eachother’s, sending shockwaves of pleasure down to Trish’s pussy. From the expression on Bella’s face, Trish could only assume the other woman experienced the same meld of pain and pleasure.
They both cried out as Jordan smacked Trish’s ass because her body jerked, her back arching, and the movement caused the chain to yank on her and Bella’s clamped nipples. As Trish shuddered from the sharp, fiery smack Jordan had landed on her ass, the cock inside her came to life, buzzing and vibrating and making her pussy spasm around it.
Smack!
Trish cried out again as Jordan began spanking her, hard.
It was punishment for her trying to disobey him, for begging him not to do something.
Smack!
Her ass burned, her pussy clenched, and her nipples throbbed in their confinement. She wished she’d just kept her mouth shut.
Smack!
Trying to resist, having already been warned of the consequences, had been stupid.
Smack!
Her ass burned with every swat of his hand, but it just made her hotter. Wetter. The toy buzzing inside her had Trish’s pussy creaming. This would hurt later.
Each time he spanked her, Trish’s body lifted in response to the hard slaps, but Bella was restrained so tightly to the chair she couldn’t move upward with Trish, so each swat was a double punishment as Trish’s ass and nipples both received their dose of stinging, throbbing pain. The fake cock moved inside her as she bounced with the slap and then sank back down to relieve the pressure on her nipples, as though Jordan’s swats forced her to fuck Bella.
When he finally stopped, Trish’s entire body throbbed, and she could no longer tell if it was with pain or pleasure. Her pussy creamed, dripping down onto Bella, and Trish was so close to coming her mind had gone fuzzy with need. She slumped down against Bella, her body pulsing, yet her muscles were too watery to move. Bella squirmed under her, rubbing her chest against Trish’s clamped nipples and reigniting little sparks of pain in the tender buds.
Then she felt Jordan’s presence at her back, his large warmth hovering just behind her, and the slick head of his cock pressed against her asshole.
Fear slid through her as he began to push against her anus, one hand coming up to hold her hot cheek and keep it open to make easier entry for his cock. Trish didn’t want to protest, but how would he fit? The cock inside her pussy was already too big, and Trish’s fear nearly swamped her.
“Please, Sir, it’s too big. It’s too much.”
She didn’t want another spanking, but Trish was more afraid he would tear her apart.
“Shhh, it’ll fit,” Jordan said, his voice soothing but wicked. “Pet’s stuffed in both holes, just ask her.”
Trish had seen the part of the toy that had gone into Bella’s ass: it wasn’t as big as Jordan’s cock. Trish knew what his cock in her ass felt like, but he’d never put it there when her pussy was already stuffed full. She couldn’t imagine how he would fit.
Trish pulled upward, the clamps tugging on her nipples as Bella arched underneath her, preventing a complete retreat as the agony in Trish’s nipples flared.
“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase,” Trish begged, her voice a long squeak that went higher and higher as Jordan ignored her, sliding the slick length of his cock into her ass.
It burned.
It stretched her almost unbearably.
