I’d often gone to the BDSM club just for a spanking. Except this, here and now, tied in place and at the mercy of a man who could do whatever he wanted to, it was a thousand times better.
I squirmed, subtly squeezing my clit onto that hard timber.
The doctor stopped. I heard him step nearer. The side of his hand nestled between my legs, then he slid and wriggled it in until it nestled between my labia. His thumb nudged at my other hole.
Instinctively, I arched despite my aversion to anal.
“You like this almost too much, Miss Charity. You’re all wet here—messy and slippery.”
“Fff—” I caught myself before thefuckyoucame out and went quiet, heard his gentle laugh.
“Cassius! She likes this too much! I’m sure you’re interested. How is that hard-on coming along? Want to lend a hand?”
A chair moved on the floor and footsteps approached, tapping on the floor, steady as a metronome.
Aroused, pinned down, overcome by the tides of pain and pleasure, I turned my half-lidded eyes on Cassius.
“Do I want to lend a hand.” He looked at me dispassionately, with a face like a sculpture, stonelike and unmoved for centuries. I considered poking out my tongue but did not. He walked on and spoke to the doctor, casually cruel. “What about that cane you mentioned. I’d volunteer to use it. Her ass is red but she’s going to come, if you keep spanking her then stimulating her.”
“This?” The tip of the doctor’s thumb slipped further into my asshole, and he revolved it, nudging gently.
I gasped and wriggled.
“That.” Cassius sounded amused.
Anal was not something I had ever asked for or wanted. That thumb sank deeper. I whined and kicked, a little.
“Be still! You do need the cane. It’s there, Cassius. I like men who volunteer.”
“A pleasure, doctor. It’s a nice hefty one.” I heard the swish as the cane cut at the air. Then he stepped in; floor crunched under his shoes. I tensed my toes.
The cane swished again, and I was keening before it landed across both ass cheeks. I yelped, swore, and hissed through my teeth.
Relax. Do not tense.
Another eight strokes of the cane were delivered, leaving blatant stripes of sharper heat.
I’d ceased doing anything except to wince or whimper by the end. Protesting would not help me.
“There.” The cane clattered to the table. Cassius came to me and leaned over. His arms were to either side of my torso, his body heat radiating down, his hip bumping mine. “And I thought you were a sad, lonely, good girl.” His voice was burred, soft. He bit my ear lightly, and I froze. “You should never have volunteered.”
“I never,” I rasped, yet knowing I had.
“Liar.” He moved away.
“I see I’ve caught your interest. She’s delicious all stretched out with that wet cunt waiting for me, but I’m not fucking her. Not yet.”
“Yeah, she is a tempting morsel, doctor.”
The doctor grunted.
“Thanks for the loan of the cane.” Cassius seated himself on the table next to me, sliding over. “You’ve dribbled on yourself, Charity, and I thought you hated the doctor.” His eyes were pitiless. I glared for a moment, before I thought better of it and turned away my head.
“Did she say that? Not nice, my girl. Not nice.” Fingers were shoved into my cunt, and those had to belong to the doctor. They were thrust in then out, invading rudely.
I tried to not react, but the feelings arced violently, exploding, and I squirmed, gasping weird noises, spreading my legs, craving more.
He plucked out his fingers and loudly sucked on them.