Page 12 of Whispers In Wonderland

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I order and flicker my fingertips insistently and just like that she breaks. Her walls ripple and clench my fingers and I stroke her through it as she yells out her pleasure. When her cries fade to whimpers, I let out a satisfied sigh and pull away from her pussy.

Jordan looks up at me again, longing building in the best possible way as she works over Zuzu’s cock. I give a nod of permission, raising my fingers wet with Sasha’s honey to my mouth, as Jordan lifts her hand to cup and squeeze Zuzu’s balls as her cheeks hollow with suction. The man grunts and groans, his cheek pillowed on his mate’s chest as he blows his load down my Kitten's throat. She swallows as his cum is the finest liquor, hand pumping at the base of his shaft to wring every drop free.

I release Sasha’s bindings, checking for any bruising or chill in her limbs, and not finding any. Good, now with our guests taken care of it’s time to push my Kitten to her limits. Zuzu shares a tender kiss with Sasha and helps her sit up.

“Kneel, next to the spanking bench,” I order them, gesturing to the equipment next to the wall. My lips curve in a devilish grin, “it’s time to punish a Bad Kitty.”

I crook a finger, summoning Jordan to me. She rises with an elegant grace and approaches, standing before me with a hint of anticipation in her honey-brown eyes. I loosen the laces holding her leather corset together and her fantastic breasts spill free, nipples already swollen and begging for attention.

"Strip and get your pretty ass bent over the bench, Kitten," I say, giving her a playful swat on the rear. She hastens to obey, shedding her clothes as I turn towards my gear bag. Collecting a spreader bar, a flogger with a good amount of flex, and my trusted alligator clamps, I formulate a plan designed to drive Jordan wild. I also slide two small remotes into my pocket.

The spanking bench, conveniently equipped with wide leather ankle and wrist cuffs, provides ample padding to prevent injury during struggles. I glance at Sasha and Zuzu, pleased to find them obediently kneeling side by side, watching and waiting for whatever comes next.

"Restrain our Kitty properly, Zuzu," I command, "She likes to struggle."

"Yes, Sir," he responds immediately, rising to his feet quickly. He deftly fastens Jordan's wrists and ankles to the bench, leaving her spread and exposed. I place the spreader bar, flogger, and alligator clamps on the table within arm's reach.

Turning my attention to Sasha, who is nearly vibrating with anticipation, "Retrieve the two anal plugs and a bottle of lube from my bag, little one." Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she gracefully rises from her kneeling position and hurries to comply, returning with the requested items in hand and an impish grin tugging up the corner of her full lips.

Someone likes ass play.

I take them, and stroke my fingers through her hair, "Good girl."

A visible shudder runs through her luscious body at the simple praise, and I shuffle the plan to include lots of directions and praise for the sexy little sub.

"Bend over the table and spread those pretty ass cheeks for me, little one." She does and after coating it with a generous amount of lube, I press the fat arrowhead-shaped anal plug against her back entrance, gently. To my delight she makes a pleased sound and presses back against the pressure, taking the plug like a pro.

"Beautiful. Well done, Sasha. Come with me. It's time to play. "

CHAPTER EIGHT

JORDAN

I'm cuffed to the bench, my legs splayed out wide as Zuzu tightens the buckles on the leather ankle straps. Although generously padded, this bench differs from the typical inverted V-style saw horse I'm used to in Shattered Embrace. The cutaway on the side where my breasts normally rest against the bench is a stark contrast to the usual padding. My breasts now dangle freely, leaving me with an uncomfortable feeling as I await the inevitable clamps.

"Sasha, be a good girl and suckle on Kitty's breasts to prepare them for these," Demon growls, and he hands them to her as she settles on her knees, bringing my breasts to her mouth level. "While I make sure you're sharing the fun of the ass play."

There's a squelch of lube from a tube before the cool gel hits my back entrance, and I suck in a breath as it spreads around by the tip of a thick ass plug. I breathe through the burn as my tight ring of muscle stretches open to accept the girth as Demon pushes it firmly into place. Once it settles, he tugs and rotates the end, drawing a pleasured groan from my throat.

A low hum starts up in my ass, lighting a fire in my core as Sasha's warm wet mouth suckles on my nipple. Suddenly, the suction releases, and Sasha gasps and squirms. The sudden shock on her pretty face as her mouth falls open with a sigh. I giggle as the sensory input starts to make my head buzz like my ass. Demon's large hand lands on my ass with a sharp crack.

"Something funny?" he asks, his tone dark and sinister. "You won't be laughing once those alligator teeth have your swollen nipples in their grasp, will you?"

I shake my head, trying to keep my cool, and my other ass cheek lights up as his hand lands firmly, and he demands, "Words, Kitten. You know the rules."

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir," I apologize.

"That's better," he says, and I'm distracted enough by his hand caressing my heated ass cheek I don't see the first clamp before it bites down on my left nipple. I hiss as pain radiates out into my chest. Sasha settles back onto her heels and draws my opposite breast into her mouth, sucking gently as if to ease the ache on the other side. Just as it subsides, the other clamp bites into my sensitive flesh and I groan at the intense sensation.

Derek fishes a condom out of his pocket and holds it out to Zuzu, "Let's put that hard-on you've gotten watching your mate play with my Kitten's tits to good use.” Zuzu takes the condom and rolls it down his impressive length, as Derek continues, “To earn the right to come on my cock, she needs to pass a challenging test.”

Shit.

“What test, Sir?” I ask, unable to hold in my curiosity.

He’s never joking when he says the test will be a challenge, and the dark delight in his tone says this one will be extra difficult.

The smile that curves his lips matches the grin of the Demon mask he wears, “You’ve earned some blows from my flogger already this week, Kitten. Haven’t you?”

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