Page 81 of See You Sometime
At some point, Axel wasn’t sure when, his cock had rejoined the party and was uncomfortably aching in his pants.
Landry was an expert at switching implements without Axel even seeing him do it. “Strokes before you get to try again. You have to earn pleasure.”
More screams as she tried to shift her ass away from the cane, a different, thicker rattan one. Landry met his gaze and tipped his head, indicating for Axel to move from out of there.
This time, Landry didn’t have to shove him into position. When Landry stepped back, Axel stepped up and wrapped his arms around her, amazed as she eagerly humped her abused ass against him.
“Please, fuck my ass, Sir! Please let me come!”
He was also surprised how well he was understanding gag speak now.
Landry stood close, right there, and raised his eyebrows.
An obvious invitation to say something.
Axel leaned in. “Sir will fuck his good girl’s ass when we finish,ifyou behave.”
Another long, needy moan rolled from her. “Yes, Sir! I’ll be your good girl!”
Landry motioned him out of the way. This time it was a leather dragontail he held. Similar in some ways to a whip, but not. Landry snapped it against her back and shoulders, making her shift and dance and scream.
Another pause for Axel to step into position. “Who’s my good girl?” he asked when Landry prompted him to speak.
“Me, Sir.”
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
Except Axel nearly lost it when he released her and spotted what Landry had in his hand this time.
A knife.
Landry stepped in behind her, but not like Axel had. Several inches separated their bodies all the way to the floor. He fisted her hair and wrenched her head back.
“Hold very,verystill, girl. This is an extremely sharp knife.” He laid the flat of the blade against her cheek. “I do not wish to cut you but your Sir needs to see how much you enjoy knife play.”
He caressed her throat and cheeks with the flat of the blade, around to the nape of her neck. He tipped her head forward, still holding her hair, and then with the tip traced intricate patterns along her back. Pink lines followed every inch of the knife’s journey, but he didn’t draw blood.
Landry met Axel’s gaze and tipped his head for Axel to step around to Landry’s other side, his right.
After Landry reached her ass with the knife, he placed it in Axel’s hand, gently shook his arm in an obvious warning to keep it slack, and then wrapped his fingers around Axel’s hand and used him. Axel struggled to keep his muscles loose, not wanting to fight Landry for fear of the knife snapping back and hurting her.
His initial fear turned to curiosity as he really started understanding what Landry was doing to her with it. Landry’s grip incrementally eased until, eventually, he released Axel’s hand and nodded, still holding her hair but with Axel now in complete control of the blade.
He slowly drew intricate Celtic knots across her back, a heart on her right hip
His name on her left.
Time flowed and passed and as she moaned and her breathing grew heavier, he could tell how much she loved it.
Surprisingly, he was finding, so did he.
Landry released her hair and signaled for Axel to stop and hand over the knife. Then he pointed to Cris, who passed Axel the Hitachi.
More confident now, Axel stepped up to her left side, pressed it against her clit, and flicked it on.
Landry shoved a paddle into Axel’s right hand and pointed at her ass.
