Page 98 of Bottoms Up
Before I let him slide inside her, I bit them both — Silver first, then Atlas. A different cocktail this time. Not just arousal, but madness. Frenzied lust with no relief, and the raging hard-on to go with it.
I drank deeply from Atlas, filling myself with the pain-soaked flavor of him. Raw and submissive, molten with need. We wouldn’t allow him tochangeuntil the following afternoon, but he could handle losing a lot more blood than I took, so he’d be fine.
I fucked his asshole until I was nearly ready to release, but I denied myself. When I finally came in my Silver, it would be all the sweeter.
“Get your dick out of my Silver’s ass and look her in the eyes while I plug you.”
Within minutes, he wore a buttplug coated in pepper oil, nipple clamps, and a tongue clamp — and he was back in the same pose as he’d been in the bathtub, complete with his wrists and ankles connected. Same position, even more tension.
No release. Not even a hint of one. His cock was bright red, swollen, and throbbing. My venom would keep him maddened with lust for hours. Desperate. Mindless. Drooling for friction.
I turned to Silver, still leaned over the bed since I hadn’t given her permission to move. Waiting obediently.
“On the mattress, head hanging off. I need to clean my dick before I fuck your throat. Give yourself a handjob. A rough one. If your dick isn’t red when I return, I’ll use a flogger to make it so.”
I didn’t dawdle in the shower, and when the water shut off, I could hear her stroking — brutal, fast. When I stepped back into the room, her dick was flushed and swollen, red with friction.
“Fuck, Sir!Pleaselet me come!”
I hadn’t allowed an orgasm in weeks, and I was quite enjoying how the frantic need made Silversomuch moremalleable when aroused. Tonight, the desperation in her voice went straight to my cock.
“Maybe later. We’ll see how things go. Hands out to the side.”
I thrust into her mouth, and once she was gagging on me — eyes watering, throat spasming — I added the nipple clamps. She didn’t see them coming, and she screamed around my cock with such force, the vibration hit my balls like a shockwave.
God, could shebeany more perfect?
I’d brought the cock flogger, but I didn’t use it first. Instead, I picked up the little two-foot silicone single-tail she owns — the one that tapers to a wicked point. It’s short, flexible, heavy at the base. Absolutely brutal.
She didn’t see it coming, either.
The first strike landed across her shaft, a precise red stripe magically appearing, and two seconds later she was bucking under me, thrashing, gagging, desperately trying to flee — but I deactivated her leg and torso muscles, so all she had use of was from the armpits up, which included her arms.
“If you can’t stay in place on your own,” I told her, my voice conversational, “I’ll do it for you.”
I thrust harder, shoving my cock deep into her throat, and she gagged again as she always does in the beginning. I love how it feels, so I’ve decided not to train it out of her. Also, it sets her apart from the flock members, who’ve been through a training protocol so they don’t gag.
I spent half an hour playing with her. Alternating the whip on her dick, the flogger on her cunt. Her throat stayed full the whole time, other than the necessary brief respites for her to blow one lungful of air out and suck in another.
Eventually, I came in her mouth and sat her up so she wouldn’t choke — and the sight of her throat working to take mein, the subtle flex and glide of muscle while she swallowed me down, nearly got me hard all over again.
I lifted her onto the bed, lay beside her, and fingered her cunt until she shattered — again and again.
“Every orgasm means two strikes of the evil silicone whip across your lovely, bruised dick tomorrow. All given in one session.”
Spicy fear bloomed off her, and I breathed the scent in.
She begged me to stop, but it’d been too long. Her control was gone. Shredded. She couldn’tnotcome.
Ikeptgiving orgasms to her, though I stopped at twelve because I figured that was probably more than her poor dick could handle. I’d given her around twenty strokes with the evil whip today, and it was already in rough shape.
And I wasn’t done with it.
Not even close.
Chapter 31
Silver
