Everything Axel did to her felt amplified in good ways by the pain Landry dished out. Landry was definitely going after her harder than usual, which was damned hard to start with.
She’d already suspected the whip was next from the way Axel climbed in front of her and started finger-fucking her. Confirmed when she felt the wind from the test strokes and the tell-talezhhwhhipsound of a whip skillfully being thrown but not cracked.
Then Axel buried two fingers deep in her cunt and she tensed without meaning to, knowing what was coming.
The first strike burned like fire across her left shoulder blade. She gasped, struggling to process the mix of sensations and not tense up so much to reduce the pain. The second landed across her right shoulder. He started a crisscross pattern up and down her back and ass. Maybe a couple of blood welts in the batch, but despite the way they stung she didn’t think he’d broken the skin.
“Color, girl.”
“Green, Sir.” She was actively humping Axel’s hand now that the whipping had stopped.
His fingers disappeared from her pussy and reappeared at her nipples, both of them at the same time.
The strike took her breath away, the impact burning a long stripe over a foot long down the outside of her right thigh, from just below her hip, a narrow, stingy paddle.
Fuck!
She howled in pain, devolving to a moan as the pleasure in her nipples struggled for dominant sensation as the pain faded.
A matching stroke on her left thigh, and more howls from her.
He swapped out for another paddle, this one wider and heavier. A scarier sound, but not nearly as stingy as the previous one because the impact was spread out over a wider area.
She stuck her ass out a little to give him a better target.
“Good girl.”Smack!
At least she knew Axel hadn’t bailed yet, and that gave her hope.
Chapter Twenty
Axel didn’t understand why Cris and Bob had donned nitrile gloves. Landry delivered steady, carefully timed strokes with the paddle, increasing in force with each one. Then Cris passed Axel a battery-operated Hitachi with a condom wrapped around the round head.
Ahh.
Landry caught Axel’s attention and indicated for him to flip the switch and press it to her clit.
“Donotcome, girl!” Landry barked as he went after her with the paddle again.
Axel had never heard that combination of sounds emerge from someone before. She tried to rock her clit against the vibrator, but he was careful not to press it too firmly. With every impact she moaned and it deepened into a needy groan as she rubbed against the vibrator.
After a couple of minutes of that, Landry indicated for Axel to stop, even though she hadn’t come. He switched it off and Cris took it from him, standing there holding it.
Apparently, it would be needed again.
She whined in disappointment, her head drooping, panting, her skin covered in a fine sheen.
Landry stepped behind her. He checked her hands before grabbing her by the hair and roughly yanking her head back.
“Color, girl!”
“Green, Sir,” she moaned.
“Are you horny?”
“Yes, Sir. Please let me come!”
“Will you doanythingyour Sir asks of you to earn that orgasm?”
