Make Me Yours Evermore, Book 3 (20 page)

I was as fucked up as Chris, maybe, just different.

I remembered the list. This wasn’t that new. I always had…dreamed.

Chris stepped up the training after that. Determined not to let her have an opportunity to escape, he kept the order in place for her to kneel each night and, in that way, ask for punishment. Though she never, in words, asked for the ten strokes. He varied what he used on her, sometimes using an implement that barely seemed to sting. When she’d recovered from the last bruises, he went at her hard again. I could see it frustrated him that Kat still didn’t truly give in. He wanted her to beg, in words, to say sorry. And she didn’t.

I think he wanted more from her than I understood.

A week and a bit had passed. It’d been scary but fascinating to see the news reports on her going missing. Chris had been stunned but pleased when her car showed up near Alice Springs. Since then the investigations had been skewed by the assumptions she’d either been abducted there or somehow walked off into the scrub and died. How her car had gotten there, he wasn’t sure.

Perhaps it was a car thief? I got the impression, he thought there was more to it than that. But I didn’t ask. Some things I didn’t want to know.

Chris had more patience than me. He amped up the begging for pain so she had to wait with her head down and her ass in the air, or get more strokes. We started protocol for kneeling if one of us entered a room and also calling us both Sir. A cleaning regime was instigated, so that she had more to do, though supervising her was essential. A broomstick could be lethal if used well. We couldn’t trust her. Still.

That baffled and, at times, infuriated Chris. I was sure he’d once told me that a good Dom rarely showed anger and never punished while angry. Maybe the rules were different with kidnappers?

Mostly, she was good. Now, though, just now, I think she’d had a brain spasm.

Sunset, and the deck was awash with faded colors in that in between phase. Chris had dropped his plate of food on the floor, and demanded Kat clean it up. She’d refused. I was still in shock. He’d stalked over to talk and something he’d said had sparked her off. She’d spit in his face. Again.

I’d seen the spark of defiance in her eyes, the gleam of I-dare-you-to-do-something. Like she expected his worst and didn’t care. Like she wanted to test him. It had scorched into my head, riveted me. If a nuke had exploded on the horizon, I might have looked away. Might. I’d been holding my breath. I wanted to see what he would do.

This was going to be good. In a fluid move, where she barely had time to squeal, he had her down on the floor. Knee on her back, her wrists there too.

She couldn’t have expected to win. Who was being tested here? Him or her?

“Come here, Andreas.” It sounded like Chris was ready to snarl and eat some prey.

I walked over to them, ten feet high. Fuck, I wanted to see how this ended so much my hard on was already taunting me.

“Hold her while I get some gear. Do not let her up. Keep her face in the floor.”

I crouched and took over, pinning her with pressure on her back and neck.

Chris stalked away.

“Are you crazy?”

I knew that while Chris fully intended to hurt her, he was never going to do something so terrible she’d be permanently damaged. That added a certain potential to this scene. Fun. Voyeurism with a big V.

What the fuck was going to happen?

“No. Not crazy.”

“Then?”

“Shut up. I don’t care. You’re almost as bad as he is.”

“Careful.” I squeezed on her neck and she tried to shake loose but couldn’t.

“You’ve been so good lately.” I sighed melodramatically.

“Don’t have a baby on the spot, Andreas. He can do what he likes. I don’t care. This is nothing.”

“Oh?” I bent down and bit her nape, held her firmer when she tried to get away. “It’s Sir, not Andreas.”

“Fuck you too,” she muttered.

Though amused, I wanted to show her she had to toe the line with me too. I started undressing her. I clipped her cuffs together and shimmied her panties down, touching her where I was sure she didn’t want me to, feeling her cunt, pinching her. Definitely fun.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “Not you too. Stop. Fuck off!”

All the days of saying Sir had gone in an instant. Yet underneath, I sensed this was her testing us. I guess she expected more of the same. Some pain, some fucking. I had a feeling Chris was too annoyed to stick with same ol’ same ol’.

“What are you trying to do, Kat?”

“Piss you off?” she grumbled, struggling against my wrist hold.

“Well you achieved that.”

Chris came back with rope and some black leather strappy objects. “Here. For the dress.”

He gave scissors to me and I cut the straps of her lacy white dress. Once I was done, Chris straddled her legs and undid her wrist cuffs.

The furious attempt she made to shake us off meant flailing arms, swearing, and her grunting, as she tried to get out from underneath. I’d never had the opportunity to overwhelm a woman with my strength before Kat. Exhilarating. Together, we weighed three times as much as her. We had her under control in seconds

“Fucking octopus, you are.” I grinned down at her and she glowered back.

Her little growl made Chris sit back on his heel.

“Enough.” Then he tugged back her neck to stare in her face and grab a handful of cheek. “You want to challenge me? You got it. How long will it be before I get you to scream?”

At that, she went quiet.

I slipped both her arms into the black leather sleeve and zipped it up.

Not a hope she could get out.

Andreas whistled. “That is devious.”

“Yeah. It is. It’s an arm binder.” The leather was like a long stiff holster for her arms, shiny buckles galore, evil looking to a T. I smacked her butt, smiled at the instant handprint, and rolled her onto her back. She hadn’t done anything more than hiss. “Do what you like to her while I restrain her legs.”

Kat muttered something but not loud enough for me to understand. Feeling frightened at last? I checked her face and her gaze slipped away from mine. Good. She’d invented entirely new levels of bratting. I’d been kind for long enough. No matter what Erik had done to her, she needed taming.

Andreas lay down with her, staring at her face to face but upside down, with his legs stretched the other way. I put on the suspension ankle cuffs and attached them to the spreader bar, while listening to him menacing her with crazy suggestions about what I might do. So crazy, she’d know he was lying. I grinned and wondered what she’d be making of that.

Even with me sitting on her legs she was still struggling, her muscles twitching. Unless it was what he was doing? I looked over my shoulder while I pulled the rope through each cuff’s buckle.

“You’re in so much trouble.” He had hold of both of her pretty pink nipples and was slowly flattening them. That explained the squirming.

“Here.” I slid the red ball gag along the floor toward him. “Put that on. Let’s shut down that foul little mouth for a while.” I waited until he’d strapped it on. “Let’s see if I can make this girl scream. After I’m done with her, maybe I’ll toss her in the sea for the crocs to find.”

Saying that was evil. So fucking evil. But the hitch of her breathing and that stark expression was like ten thousand kilowatts zapping through me. Nice non-lethal, sexual kilowatts.
Here I come, Kat. Here I come
.

I had to stand on the table to get the rope through the anchor point on the canvas ceiling’s steel frame. Then I pushed away the table. “Ready?”

Andreas nodded.

With him steadying her, I hauled her up in the air until she was swinging with her face at groin level.

I circled her, wondering if she’d finally figured out how stupid her meltdown had been. The timber floor creaked underfoot. Waves shushed in the background above the sound of trees shaking their leaves in the wind. I was barefoot and in shorts and T-shirt. She was naked except for the bra that Andreas had thoughtfully bunched beneath her tits. I pulled on one nipple until she tilted forward, hissing.

“Not quite naked.” I tsked. From among the gear on the table, I found the knife. I squatted beside her so I could slit both shoulder straps, undo the clasp at the back, and slip the bra off. “The more skin, the better.”

She flinched when the steel went near her face. I stood, examining the blade, pressing it on my finger. Sharp enough. Clean. No jagged parts.

A knife had so much potential but…I shut my eyes, recalling how knives bothered her. Yes? No? Reluctantly I went to place it on the table. “No knives?”

After squeaking past the gag, she frantically shook her head.

“Ahh. The girl made a noise. What about you make some more?”

I reached down and swung her toward me using first one nipple then the other. They stretched and her breathing hastened like she’d become a steam train. I let her go and turned her into the sexiest pendulum ever. No knives. A pity.

“Wish I could see some blood tricking down you.” The graphic novel in my head would really come to life then.

Her eyes were so big when I looked. The ball gag wet. Her tits so scrumptious I bent and nipped them and did the sexy pendulum again, and again, until her eyes betrayed her. “Tears?” I wiped them away. No screams though.

I spun her, watching her hair swish in an arc, watching her swallow and try to keep me in view.

The length of her body gave me so many ideas.

“What first?” I paced to the table. “Cane, flogger, paddle, tawse. Clothes pegs?”

I placed a few pegs down her sides. And of course, couldn’t neglect her nipples.

She made a tiny sound.

“At last, a whimper.” I shook out the flogger I’d chosen, sent her spinning slightly.

The flogger had thin falls. Too many. Using them all wouldn’t hurt. I wrapped most of the leather strips in my hand then went to trail the remaining falls from her cunt downward. Flicking lightly made her skin slowly change to pink. Increased tempo and force, made it sing, made it sting. The paddle was thuddy but wasn’t fun. Not on her. The clothes pegs flicked away by the leather gave me broken squeaks. The pegs scattered and skipped across the floor like fleeing beetles. The leather whipped nastily on nipples and breasts gave me gasps.

Red-pink. Sweat. The scent of a woman’s arousal and pain. I was sure I could smell pain. But no screams.

Blood spots rose. Bruises. Little kisses of pain. Cane, next. It whistled in the air.

Tapped on her thighs and ass gave me nothing. Smacked harder… Ahhh…she flinched and squirmed.

“You’re like a worm on a hook,” I murmured. Idea.
Hook.
Where had I seen one?

No screaming still. Patience. I had plenty of that even if I’d turned most of her a scratchy, patterned red.

When she tried to twist away, I steadied her. “Stay. You seem better at spitting then screaming. You’re staying until you learn to scream. Then maybe we can both fuck you.”

She craned her neck to glare up at me for a second before her neck muscles tired and her head flopped down.

Her pussy was just below my head height. With her legs wide apart, I could see everything. Moisture shone along her slit.

“What’s this? After all that sadism? I’m disappointed.” Intrigued, I slid a finger along, gathering her juices, teasing her. Then I drew a wiggly wet line down her stomach.

“Are you liking this too much? That’s
not
good. I need to make you hurt.” Her whine made me smile and I crouched to be eye to eye. “If I don’t think you’ve screamed enough, and properly, Kat, I’ll use the knife.”

She blinked then shut her eyes. Fear. Fantastic.

But I needed more pain. Or maybe some humiliation would bring her around to my point of view?

The hook, and…her feet looked fine. Upside down was still okay.

“Keep an eye on her, Andreas. Bite her here and there for me. I’ll be back.”

I found the anal hook and returned. The big silver ball at the end snuggled down into that rosette orifice like it had found a new home. I used both hands to sneak and wriggle it in further.

“This is lubricated, girl. It’s big, but lubricated. And fuck that’s cute.” I stared at how the thick silver shaft disappeared down between her butt cheeks and into her asshole. “I could almost stare at this all day.”

I roped the eyelet at the end of the hook through the ring of the arm binder and up to her hair after I manufactured a ponytail. Then I plucked the rope. Working the hook in and out made her shudder.

I talked to her again, face to face. “Last chance. Let it out. Scream or it’s got to be the knife. Give me your fucking screams.” I toyed with the drool on her lips then grabbed the cane again.

This time, I let loose. Being nicely directional I could do everywhere within reason, if I regulated the force. Ass, thighs, upper back. Breasts, and the piece de résistance, her inner thighs and her labia. With her legs spread, I could hit her there. Not exactly recommended, but I had good aim. Then, at last,
finally
, she started screaming. Beautiful, sobbing, half-choked gasps and screams. When she sounded gurgly, I unclipped the gag and watched her drool on the floor and writhe and cry like her world had ended.

Fuck. Task done.

“So, the girl finally does as asked to. Now you’re going to suck my cock.”

I didn’t even bother mentioning not biting. I knew she wouldn’t, not now. Not when she’d surrendered. I kicked my shorts aside and stepped up to her face with my cock in my hands. She sniffed. Her last sob died away.

“Suck.” I touched the head to her lips and watched avidly as she choked on the first thrust. A long, wet, slide in, an all-enclosing hotness as I hit the back of her mouth. “Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous. Keep going, pretty piñata.”

When I grabbed her hair and she squealed, I recalled the ass hook. I chuckled. “Sorry.”

Then I made sure to tweak it some more. Pressure built in my balls, my dick felt twice as big inside her mouth. I sped up, taking time at the back to get her worried about breathing, then letting her inhale some precious oxygen. Fucking Kat’s mouth seemed like dessert after making her hurt and scream. I came as far down her throat as I could go and watched her spit most of my cum on the floor when I withdrew.