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Like a predator encircling its prey, he stalks around her with a predatory grace, his gaze unwavering and intense. Each movement exudes confidence and control, creating a tangible aura of dominance. His presence is magnetic, drawing Candy’s attention with every step he takes. The hairs on the back of her neck rise and her swallow is loud in the quiet space.
While he’s toying with her, I change up my tools. I switch the crop for the cane – because let’s face it, I’ve wanted to stripe her ass red since she threw that shoe at my head. If the crop’s a little light for her, let’s give her something with a little more bite.
I grab some nipple clamps too, tossing them to Wint as he circles her. There’s a predatory precision to his actions, a silentcommunication of power and influence. The intensity in his eyes betrays a keen awareness of the dynamics at play, as if he’s sizing up Candy – assessing weaknesses, probing for vulnerabilities. The air almost crackles with tension as she waits for him to strike.
But it’smystrike that takes her by surprise, a cry falling from her lips as Wint steps forward and attaches the clamps to her nipples. With one hand he tugs on the chain holding them together and with the other he circles her throat, squeezing.
He gives me a nod and I strike again, her scream getting cut off by Wint’s hand necklace this time.
His grin is feral, evil, delighted.
“You can breathe when I say you can Tesoro.”
He tugs on the chain again and her knees give way. If it weren’t for the restraints keeping her locked in place she’d be a puddle on the floor I think.
I raise the cane again and she flinches as it whistles through the air but the pain never comes. I just enjoyed seeing the flash of fear on her face. Wint releases her throat allowing her to breathe, but pins her in place with his eyes, the threat of what he’ll do if she moves or makes a sound clear and she freezes.
Taking advantage of her frozen state, I step closer and get a head start on her ass. I know she can feel the heat of my breath on her skin before I even make contact. She’s so sensitive.
She gasps when my palms softly connect with those soft, pale globes in a loving caress. Then I spank her, hard, and I can’t help but smile. My little Floss might just be a pain slut. With time and training I think she could be a true submissive.
“Only my hand touched you, Floss. That was a love tap.”
She makes a small sound of distress in her throat, her body tensing in anticipation. I know we’re playing with her, but I can’t resist. It’s so much fun to see her struggle to anticipate the pain, knowing it’s coming soon and probably harder this time.
I step back, close my eyes and take a moment to enjoy the moment and enjoy the anticipation of what comes next. I listen to my breath, feeling it in my lungs, and then I bring my palm across her ass again, revelling in her heat.
The sound is so exhilarating and I almost want to prolong the moment.
I take another step back and Candy cranes her neck to try to follow my movements.
“Did I tell you to take stock of your surroundings?” Wint murmurs, low and ominous.
“No, Master.”
“Then look at me.”
I watch as she follows his command, tipping her head back to see him.
“Good girl.”
She preens under his praise, responding to his encouragement as much as she seemed to love Frost degrading her. It’s interesting, but not unheard of.
I bring the cane down on her ass in rapid succession, Wint tugging on the chain between her nipples and squeezing her throat to muffle her cries.
“She’s fucking close,” Frost sneers. “Filthy whore is getting off on this punishment. You’ll have to hit her harder.”
Wint releases her throat just enough to let her whimpers slip free.
“She feels so good. Let’s see if we can make her come,” I smile, tapping at her pussy with just my fingers. She’s soaked. Her juices dripping down her thighs.
I slip two fingers inside of her, crooking them just slightly as I thrust. She moans, the sound low and guttural, so beautiful.
The way she clenches around my fingers tells me she’s close, and I think the combination of pain and breathlessness will send her right over the edge.
“Don. Get over here and stretch her pussy with those fat fingers of yours. Stay out of my way though,” I warn, raising the cane in silent indication of what I have planned.
“Kitten,” Dash groans.
