Page 43 of Betrayed

“That would be disappointing and would earn you some lashes on your pretty breasts.” She sucked in a breath as the thought of that sent her higher. He had homed in on day one how much she enjoyed breast play. “In addition to what your lush derriere earned with the martinet for the bra and panties, and the Johnny which I intended to give you for fun all along. I’m curious to find out how they compare.”

She started panting, trying to stave off the climax that was looming, but she knew it was hopeless when she heard another click and the dratted triple threat really kicked in. She’d thought he’d maxed it out before, but he was withholding warp speed in reserve.

This did her in and she screamed, convulsing violently as she came hard and long. And it didn’t abate, not when she thought it would, because her sadistic dom didn’t turn any of them off. Instead, he held all three in place and started building another orgasm.

Mari closed her eyes and tried to think of other things, like the heart-wrenching neglected animal commercials, cleaning out her refrigerator, which was long past due, and the dental appointment scheduled for next week. But none of them distracted her from the endless buzzing and pulsing and gyrating going on between her legs.

She felt the bed shift and opened her eyes just as Arturo straddled her thighs and with his knees, pushed and held them closed. This accomplished two objectives, wedging the vibe firmly in place and allowed him the use of his hands. He picked up the red lash and dragged the length of it through one hand before snapping it at her breasts with the other. A lick of fire spread across the underside of her left breast as just the tips of the falls caught her. He then snapped it again, and again, the last one coming over top and across her nipple. The heat and bite of pain combined and sent a quake through her body from breast to clit and she came again.

Arturo grinned. “Too easy. We’re going to have to build up your endurance.”

Taking aim at her other breast, he concentrated three straight licks right across the crest and spurred yet another climax.

“Please,” she cried out. “No more.”

“That isn’t up to you,ma soumise. You know the words that will make the pleasure stop. But I don’t think you really want that, now, do you?”

She sobbed, hovering on a plateau between the last orgasm and the next, while the triple threat continued to buzz away. He relented somewhat, though, and lightly flicked his martinet over her belly in a gradually downward line then to her hips, lashing both sides lightly with a mild sting. Then he did the expected and snapped the flails right across her mound—once, twice, three times in a row. His body weight and the wrist restraints were the only thing keeping her from flying right off the bed as a fourth stunning climax took hold.

He set the evil lash aside and with long sweeping strokes ran his hands up and down her torso, over her hips, belly, and up to her breasts, massaging every line left by the biting falls. While propped on his hands above her, he dipped his head and took first one tip then the other in his mouth sucking and laving away the ache his French lash left behind.

And still the vibe carried on. But she was feeling numb from the constant vibration and didn’t think there was any way possible she could come again.

Arturo, with his uncanny insight, moved until his face aligned with hers. He placed a tender kiss on the corner of her panting mouth, his tongue sweeping inside when, unable to help herself, and heedless of her breathless state, turned to him, wanting more.

“Ma colombe, you are exquisite. I could play with your body and watch you come all night long, but I think you need a little break, hm?”

“Yes, please, sir,” she agreed.

He moved down her body, his hands dragging across her flesh in reverse then blessedly the buzzing stopped, and he eased the vibes from her swollen flesh. She sighed heavily in relief.

His fingers soothed over her mound and across her wet lips as he murmured something soft in French. The sound of his voice and the tender caress lulled her, easing her down from the constant state of sexual excitement. For how long, she did not know.

Her body still tingled but had relaxed when abruptly, he flipped her onto her belly and stuffed a pillow under her hips.

“You rest. Don’t mind me while I play.”

She heard the amusement in his voice as his big hands massaged the globes of her ass. As he squeezed and rubbed, he pulled her cheeks apart, surprising a yelp out of her when he slid his tongue up through her slit.

“Mm, your pussy is so damn sweet, one taste and I’m addicted.”

As he spoke, his breath tickled her back hole, making it clench and quiver. With an open hand, he swatted her rear smartly. Her inhaled breath quickly turned into a groan as he began massaging where his palm had landed. This became a pattern of slaps and squeezes, swats and moans, and at one point, his fingers, two of them at least, sank into her tender pussy and began a slow in-and-out fucking.

Mari was on the verge of what she had thought was physically impossible when he moved back. There was a soft crinkling noise, and she relaxed, thinking he was covering himself and ready to take her. Fire exploded across both of her cheeks instead. After a moment, it came again, and by the third stroke, she was crying out.

His body weight came over her, pressing her into the mattress as, husky and deep, he warned in her ear, “Hush,minou. Use the pillow to muffle your cries, or I’ll need to get the gag.”

“The pillow, sir. I hate a gag.”

“So noted, but if you can’t control your impassioned cries, I’ll have no choice.”

“I’ll be good. I swear.”

“That’s my girl. You’re ready to continue with our little experiment, then?”

“Yes, sir, but whatever that was burns like fire.”

“That’s the loopy Johnny. You get three more then six with the martinet. Take the pain for me. Mari. After, I’ll fuck you hard and make you come again.”

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