Innocence Tempted (17 page)

Still standing behind me, Cody took my right hand in his and lifted it up. He started at the woman’s cheek. He cupped his hand around mine. My palm pressed gently against her skin and against the strap of the gag. The woman shifted her eyes to me, silently pleading.

Cody lowered his hand slowly down my arm. “Touch her, Katlyn. Just do what feels natural to you.” His voice was soft, but it held the commanding presence that I’d come to know so well. It was all I needed to obey.

I ran the tips of my fingers over her neck and along her collarbone. I lifted my other hand to balance out the equation a little better and the woman made a noise from behind her gag that I thought was supposed to be encouraging.

“She’s not made of glass,” Cody encouraged. “Touch her.”

As if to demonstrate, Cody brought his hands up around my breasts cupping them through my shirt.

I let out a soft moan and then followed the example that he had set for me, taking the woman’s breasts in my hands. They were still swaying slightly from the force of her husband behind her. The skin was soft, much softer than I expected. He
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nipples were hardened to peaks and I lightly ran my thumbs over them.

Cody tightened his fingers around my nipples pinching me gently and I followed suit. It was really difficult to know how much pressure to use. All the things I took for granted about my own body.

“A little harder. Watch her face. She’ll tell you what she wants,” Cody instructed.

I pinched a little harder and the woman tossed her head back pushing her breasts as far into my hands as the rope would allow.

I had nearly forgotten about the man behind her all together, but my focus returned to him when he reached his arm over the bar that was supporting her and put his hand between her legs. I assumed that this was the added stimulation that Cody had suggested she would need in order to orgasm. He was going to let her c
u
m.

He barked an order into her ear that made me weak in the knees, and she trembled violently under my hands.

When she had calmed a little, I lowered my hands and took a step back. Cody wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into the solid muscle of his chest, so different from the body I’d just experienced.

The man proceeded to take his submissive down and remove her gag. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a private part of the room where he could perform her aftercare.

“You okay?” Cody asked, for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

“Yes, but I’m getting tired. Would you mind if we went home?”

We said our goodbyes and thank
-
yous quickly.

“What did you think?” Cody asked as soon as we were on the highway headed home.

“I think I learned a lot,” I answered honestly.

“Give me the recap.”

“Well—” I took a moment to formulate my thoughts. “I’ve decided that I am not and am not likely to ever be a lesbian.”

Cody laughed. “I think I could have told you that.”

I laughed too. “I know, but you don’t really know… I guess. I mean I’ve never really spent much time looking at naked women, and I’ve never touched one. I guess part of me thought there was a remote possibility that I was bi or something. It’s not that uncommon.”

“No. You’re right, and I don’t mean to laugh at you for that. You just caught me by surprise. Did you find it appealing at all? Total repulsion? Scale of one to ten.”

“It didn’t do much for me, to be completely honest. Maybe about a four? It might have been that she was female, or maybe just the whole group setting, but I think I’m destined to be a one
-
man
-
at
-
a
-
time kinda girl.”

“That’s a very good thing to know about yourself.”

I reviewed the night in my head as I looked out the window on the drive back.

“Sir?” I asked.

“Yes, Katlyn?”

“You’re still going to show me those floggers. Right?”

I looked around the bedroom one final time. I was expecting Katlyn any minute now and I just wanted to double check that everything was where it was supposed to be. Floggers she had asked for, and floggers she would get. I couldn’t fucking wait. I had been hard most of the day just thinking about it.

Her truck pulled into the drive a moment later, and I met her at the door. “Katlyn, lovely to see you. Please come in.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

It was raining, like usual, so I took her light raincoat and draped it over a chair in the kitchen.

“Need anything before we get started?” I asked.

“No, Sir.”

I led her back
down
the hall to my bedroom. “Strip and leave your clothes in the hall,” I ordered. “When you’re finished, come to me on your knees.”

I left her alone in the hallway and went into my room. I took a seat on the side of my bed.

When she was ready, she crawled gracefully across the floor to me. Kat was a really odd mix of fluid and clumsy. She tripped over her own two feet at every possible opportunity, but her natural posture was actually very elegant. She looked amazing crawling on her hands and knees.

She stopped when she reached my feet, kneeling respectfully with her head down. Pretty as a picture.

“Very nice, Katlyn. Look at me.”

She lifted her brown eyes. A few short weeks ago she would not have been able to resist the temptation to look around the room, but tonight she kept her eyes firmly on me.

I had been anticipating this all day, and my cock was already aching. There was no way that I was going to make it through a session like this if I didn’t take the edge off first.

“Come here,” I commanded. “I want to use you first.”

“Sir?”

“Don’t talk. L
ie
down.”

What I really wanted was to sink my cock into her pussy, but I didn’t want to risk her c
um
ming. I wanted her all keyed up and on edge when I whipped her.
I
, however, needed to be less on edge.

I stood up and lowered my fly, taking my cock in my fist.

“On your back, put your ass right on the edge of the bed and spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”

She did as I asked, but I could tell that she was nervous. I was in the habit of explaining most things before I did them, and it was making her uneasy to be in the dark. She’d get over it. I was not in the mood to explain myself.

“Put your hands on your tits. Pinch your nipples.” She took her perfect breasts in her small hands and pressed them together. Fuck, she was hot. She didn’t even know it, and that made her even more appealing.

I pumped my cock in my fist hard. This wasn’t going to take long. Positioning myself between her thighs, my right hand steadily pumping my cock, I put my left hand on her inner thigh
,
curling my fingers over her hip and spreading her pussy lips with my thumb. So soft. Just a little bit wet. Her hips rose naturally, her body wanting more. Good Lord, I wanted her.

I alternated between feasting my eyes on her pussy and watching her tug and pinch her own nipples. She grew wetter, and her nipples grew harder under my gaze. She licked her lips nervously, and her eyes focused on my hand as it moved up and down over my length.

My balls felt hard and tight. My cock ached. I involuntarily tightened my grip on her thigh.

“Sir?” she asked again. Her voice was strained. I relaxed my fingers slightly. I was probably hurting her by squeezing so hard. I leaned forward over her, fisting my hand in the comforter instead and pressing the head of my cock into the soft skin of her stomach. My balls brushed against the folds of her pussy.

I groaned out loud. “Fuck, Kat.”

She lifted her hips slightly and the pressure against my sack threw me over the edge. I came hard, spraying ejaculate over her tits and stomach.

I took a minute to regain my breath before zipping my cock back into my pants. Much better.

“Don’t move,” I commanded.

I went to the bathroom and retrieved a clean, damp cloth. I wiped the c
u
m from her skin and helped her stand.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered slowly. “A little confused maybe.”

“I have an exciting session planned for you. I’ve been thinking about it most of the day. It made me a little tense,” I explained.

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry. I feel better now,” I teased.

“I’m glad, Sir.”

“Tonight I am going to flog your beautiful little ass, and the insides of those perfect thighs, and then I am going to fuck you while your skin is still pink and warm.” I watched her reaction as I talked to her, taking in the slight increase in her rate of breathing and the tremor in her hands as she fought to hold still.

I had placed a leather ottoman in the middle of the open space at the foot of my bed. It was the same one I had used to deliver her first punishment spanking. My assortment of whipping instruments was lined up on the floor beside it.

“Come,” I said, leading her over to the ottoman. I sat down on it and pulled her down so that she was sitting on the floor between my legs. “We’re going to work from most gentle to most severe.”

I picked up the first flogger, which was a soft suede mop. It was made of approximately fifty one-inch strips of well-worn leather. The handle was about nine inches
long
and knotted at both ends. Good floggers were usually knotted to reduce the risk that
they
w
ould slide out of your hand. The tails were about eighteen inches long. I handed it to Kat and let her feel the soft suede.

“Soft enough to use on just about any part of you. It’s actually listed as a genital flogger, but I happen to prefer it for these girls,” I said, taking her breasts in my hands. “I don’t think we’ll get into that tonight, but I have a feeling that you’ll take pretty well to it.”

I took the first one from her and handed her the second. “This flogger is the same material and length, but as you can see it’s braided. Grouping the thin tails together adds to the severity. Good for a long, steady set.”

I stood up, lifting her under her shoulder and taking the flogger from her at the same time.

“Bend over the bench. Hips at a
90-
degree angle.”

Kat knelt as I asked. I curled her fingers around the handle on the other side of the bench, instructing her to keep a hold of it. I didn’t think it was necessary to bind her at this point, but I would a little later, if she squirmed through these first two.

“I’m going to give you one short set of five with each. I want you to count.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stood just behind her and to the side. She would hardly feel the first one, but I wanted her to adjust to the whole idea of how and where the tails would strike. I used the soft whip at medium force giving her five strokes one immediately after another. Katlyn counted beautifully for me. He
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voice was nice and strong, no sign of fear. Her ass wasn’t even pink after the first five.