I didn’t bother turning around. “No need to check up on me. It’s already been done,” I said. “It doesn’t even need cleaning.”
“I know it doesn’t,” he said, and his voice was low, gravelly… threatening. The hairs on my neck prickled, pulse accelerating, mouth clammy.
I held my breath as his footsteps came closer, and even though I knew what was coming, it still made me jump.
The leather of the crop tickled my shoulder blade. It crept up slowly, then grazed a path right the way down my arm.
“I want your back against the wall, Miss Devere. Right fucking now.”
***
Andy
I tapped the crop against her wrist, hard enough that she let the cleaning supplies clatter to the floor. She took a breath, then moved as instructed, long graceful steps like a gazelle until her back was pressed flat to the wall. I tapped the crop against my thigh as I looked her over. She was still made up from her stint behind the bar, eyes heavy with black glitter and ridiculous false lashes. Her mouth was a vicious scarlet; lips slightly parted and sheened heavy with gloss. I loosened my tie and pulled it free, running the burgundy silk across my palm as I approached. Her heels made us a perfect height match as I squared up to her, eye to eye, close enough that I could feel her breath on my face. I hooked the crop on a rail to the side, well within easy reach.
“Give me your wrists.”
She offered them up without argument, keeping quiet while I bound them together with my tie. I pinned them against the wall above her head.
“Keep them there. Don’t move.”
I tugged at the front lacing of her corset, and she struggled to stay still as I wrenched it away from her skin. Her tits spilled loose, and her nipples were pert little buds just begging to be punished. The sight made my mouth water. I yanked her corset free and threw it aside, then bunched her tight little skirt around her waist. Sheer black lace covered the sweet mound of her cunt. I hooked my fingers inside the gusset and pulled until the lace cut tight between her pussy lips.
“Such a pretty wet slit you’ve got for me, Faye. You didn’t think I was going to let you walk out of here, did you? Not on my fucking weekend. You should know me better than that.”
She squirmed, grinding her clit against the fabric. “Fuck, Andy, that feels so good.”
I pressed my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to teach you a lesson in manners. It’s going to really fucking hurt, and you’re going to be really fucking grateful.” I tugged on the fabric between her legs until she squeaked. “Tell me you’re going to be grateful, Faye.”
The softest moan before she replied. “Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Andy. Yes, I’m going to be grateful!”
I slipped her panties down her legs until they dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them instinctively, and I kicked her ankles further apart. “I’ve been doing some bedtime reading,” I sneered. “It’s been quite informative.”
“It’s just a book…” she began, yelping as I landed a slap between her legs.
“Don’t lie to me, Faye. I’m not an idiot, so don’t you dare fucking take me for one.” I ran my thumb across her mouth, smearing her pretty lipstick. “That fucking pervert Vincent is very forthcoming on how dirty his sweet little Magpie was for him. You loved the way the filthy cunt hurt you, didn’t you? I’m reading it all, Faye, every sordid little detail, committing it all to memory.” The moan from her lips was a perfect blend of both lust and horror. “He made very sure to mention how his pretty bird likes her pussy punished. I know he slapped your tight little slit until you begged him to kiss it all better. Maybe I’ll kiss it all better, too, if you’re a fucking good girl.”
“Please,” she hissed, and her eyes were glazed. “Hurt me, Andy. Hurt me like he did.”
“I’ll hurt you better than that fucking prick ever did, I fucking promise.” I hooked my thumbs inside her pussy rings, pulling enough to stretch her lips wide. “You’re going to spread your legs for me, and you’re going to stay still, you understand?”
“Yes…”
I stepped away and watched her shift into position, offering me her pussy without reservation, hands still held high above her head. I took the crop down from the rail and tapped the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs. “So much I could do to you, Faye. So much I want to fucking do. I’m spoiled for choice.”
“Please…” she said. “Anything…”
I rubbed the crop over her clit, and she squirmed against the contact. “I’ll make it feel good, if you’re a good girl for me.”