Page 3 of Punishing Her

“After all, you still drip for me,” he said.

I inhaled deeply and kept mute. His thumb has joined the middle finger now, and I feel him insert the long one inside of me while the thumb is outside of my vulva, pressing my mold of flesh and clit. I drip more and want him to fuck me just like he knows how.

Kyle grins as I moan softly at his fingers twisting inside of me. I love this type of torture from him, and he knows it, and this makes me feel that it is not the severe punishment he promised me for disobeying him.

“Kyle, fuck me, please,” I beg him.

He removes his fingers from inside me and rubs the wetness on my nipples before sucking them like a hungry infant. Had he not restrained my hands, I would have held his back and caressed it. Now, I consider my inability to do this a punishment, even though it is not severe.

"You want a fuck? You will get a fuck," Kyle said. Then, he dipped his finger inside my vagina again, and I screamed. He removes his finger and licks it.

“You taste so sweet all the time. Is that why you disobey me?” he asks.

I know better than to answer him. Kyle is in my face, and I am ready to do anything he wishes to appease him. He smiles and walks away to the back of the horse, and when he returns, I know I am in for a long night of painful pleasure.

“Don’t do this, Kyle,” I beg him, not out of fear that he will hurt me but that the pleasure could be too much for me, and I will not even be able to whimper. It is wild, but I like to moan when Kyle has sex with me, so I am not a fan of the gag.

Kyle tightens his face as he moves closer to me. “Do you remember your safe words?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“Remind me so I know we are on the same page.”

“Gate of hell.”

"Good," he says, and he gags me. I choose not to make a sound and wait for the dark pleasure that awaits me. Kyle shakes his head and walks out of the house.

My legs still shake as I drip. I don't know if it's time for the severe punishment that Kyle promised me or if he will torture me with extreme pleasure. Whatever he had in mind, I was ready for it. I am already on the cliff of my emotions, ready to spill over.

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Chapter Three

Different thoughts filled my mind for almost one hour, and Kyle left without telling me his whereabouts. I am not worried about his safety; I know he will not be in trouble. But I am worried about myself. The longer Kyle stays, the more I think about his severe punishment for me.

Strapped to the horse and gagged, I know I will have sex with him when he returns. But he is taking longer than I wish, and my pussy contracts so often I could have used Henry again had he not bound me. I have not been in this situation before with Kyle or anybody.

The first time we had sex, he smacked my buttocks and later used nipple clamps. It was my first time experiencing it and being with a man who liked to dominate even more than I had done to others felt out of the world. I swore as I came that day, and that's when I knew I would marry Kyle.

But nothing hurts more than the suspense when you know nothing about what will happen next and how. If that was a torture technique, Kyle succeeds just a little. So, my mind drifts to other things. There are too many what-ifs in my head leading to one thing: sex. I want Kyle back and for him to have me as he wishes.

I don't have to wait too long as the door creaks open, and Kyle walks in with four of his buddies from the construction sites. I have seen two of them the day I stopped by a site they were working. Kyle had warned me not to come to him again and I should only call him in an emergency.

"Sit there," Kyle says to his friends while standing with a cigarette stuck between his fingers.

“Damn! See her tits,” one said.

"Landon, this girl is hot, sizzling hot,” another said, ogling at me.

“Now I know why Kyle comes to work sometimes tired,” another said, "if I were him, I would be tired every morning after fucking this beauty all night, too.”

"Ian, you are right. I mean, look at her tits and ass," another man said and turned to Kyle. "Your wife is the hottest woman I have ever seen. Are you sure you want us to taste her?"

I look at Kyle, waiting to hear his response. I am beyond shame now. Even if I want to cover my nakedness, I can’t when strapped to the horse. Moreover, I invited Kyle's punishment and have to bear it without complaint.

But I still want to hear what Kyle wants to tell his friends. I want to know what is meant by 'taste' and not assume any meaning. Kyle walks closer to me, smacking his lips as he smokes and letting the vapor into my face. Then, he turns back to look at the four men leering at my body with their bulging pants.

"You have Ian, Landon, Neal, and Ryan. They are my buddies from the construction site, and they are here to punish you the way you would love to,” Kyle said, pointing at each man as he mentioned their names with a wicked grin. Then, he says to his buddies, “You have my wife, Andrea, here for your pleasure. Make her cry, beg, and come."

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