Page 24 of Their Cruel Love

“Spanking… Why not. You need some mild warming up. Brutus?”

“You first. Let’s swap her back and forth, and she can suck on the neglected man.”

I rise and start to strip. Everything can come off.

Razor guffaws, loudly. “Fuck. I don’t think that counts as neglected.” But he gets his knees under her legs and drags her over his lap. I’m only shirtless by then but I unzip and sit down then sidle close enough that her head is in my lap. I pull out my cock and give it a few strokes.

“Aren’t handcuffs a pain, Phoebe.”

She squints up at me then looks annoyed at my cock being almost up her nose.

“Eww.” She eyes my erection.

Using her hair, I position her mouth over me then grab a breast to prop her up with it, so her neck isn’t under strain. “Open that slutty mouth.” I plunge her mouth downward but my dick misses, slides past, because she shut her mouth. “She spoke and seems reluctant.”

“And we haven’t even started punishment.” Razor reaches back past the bed to the floor. His hand comes up with a pair of clover clamps, which he passes to me.

I grin and drop to my knees on the floor so I can see her tits, quickly fasten each clamp to a nipple.

“Holy ffffuck. Oh god! Oh…”

A vibe starts, and she stops dead with the cursing, her face transforms to transfixed bliss. I tug on both clamps then reseat myself. Razor turns off the vibe and starts spanking her, quite hard for a novice at this. The noises she makes, her jerking, the way he stops every few spanks to finger her…it keeps me fascinated until the ache in my dick reminds me of my other purpose.

I drag on her hair and position her again, over my cock, then push her down. When she splutters but curls her tongue over me, I swallow through the pleasure and tuck a pillow slightly under her shoulder. “Keep that up until I say stop, or else this.”

I put some pressure on those clamps, and she gasps around my cock, spraying drool, then shudders.

Between the spanking, the fingering, and what I guess is a strange rising pleasure from her tits due to the clamps, we keep Phoebe aroused and hurting.

We swap places, stick her mouth on us, use her for long enough to make her ass thoroughly red. Her sobs are plentiful. Her moans and bubbling past our cocks are also frequent, and we might be edging her, but I’m bursting to come too. My dick will pop off and head for the stratosphere.

“Make her come?” I suggest to Razor, after I deliver five more spanks.

“Sure.”

Though he passes me the vibe, I ignore it and put her on her knees on the bed, still sucking on the man’s cock, still handcuffed. I shove two pillows under her to keep her higher. He reclines halfway, onto his elbow; his eyelids are at half-mast as he watches me kneel behind her with that dildo in hand.

I part her thighs, slapping to make her spread them, then slowly force the humongous dildo into her cunt. It keeps trying to creep out, and she’s making all manner of squeaking noises and trying to walk her knees away from what I’m doing.

“Stop that.” I take hold of the chains attached to those nipple clamps and draw them tight until she squeaks, then wait for her to whimper and cease to struggle.

No safeword has been said.I’m grinning at this.

Phoebe Bartholomew, you are fucking mine. I draw a breath thendo what I’ve been dreaming of doing all night. I pull her thighs wider, exposing her pussy and those glistening swollen labia, with the dildo stuck between them like an arrow that hit the target. I extract that dildo, toss it to the bed, and start to lap at her cunt and clit. When Razor shoves the purple vibe at me, I apply it to her slippery clit and plunge my tongue into her, over and over.

Her thighs are quivering within seconds and she’s clearly going to explode into climax easily. So I pull away the vibe and take another two clamps from Razor. I clamp these to her outer labia, and she stiffens and kicks her heels…until I sit on her legs.

“Bad, bad girls get punished,” I whisper, plunging that dildo into her, again and again. Then I use the vibe, with her stiffening in waves, her trying to hump the pillows, with Razor immensely amused and pulling her off his dick so he, too, doesn’t explode. We loop this, repeat, rinse, making the girl more and more desperate.

I edge her to eternity, until she’s blubbering and begging—but not in words I judge are clear enough. Not that she’s supposed to talk, but I’m way past caring.

“Want me to let you come?” I ask this over and over. We spank her and switch positions to fuck her mouth again. The dribble on her thighs from arousal is copious.

When she’s looking overcome and wrecked, with her leg muscles and belly jerking, her back arching, when she’s crying out for us to let her come…I lean over her back to lever up her head and ask a question to her tear-streaked face.

“Beg me. Fucking beg.”

Then she finally whimpers and says, “Please, please let me come.”

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