Sex Retreat(52)

Rory shot him a wide grin then stuffed the wand between her legs, letting her feel minimal sensations with the leather strap between her pussy and the wand.

Her body jolted forward and her head bowed. A raspy sigh fell from her lips.

Then Rory reached around her body again, twirling her nipple and nipping at her earlobe, telling her all sorts of naughty secrets. He laughed aloud when she seemed responsive. Her body swayed back and forth, bumping against his.

Just when Brock had started to believe Rory would only tease her, he thrust his arm forward, tapped her clit with the wand, and gripped her side to steady her.

“Rory!”

“I like that better than Judge,” he told her. “I don’t care what you call Brock and Mitch, but me? I want you to always say my name.”

“You should’ve…”

He brushed the round head over her clit again. She cried out in pleasure, throwing her head forward and staring down the length of her body.

“I should’ve what, sub?” he asked, peering around the mess of golden hair forming a curtain over her face.

“You should’ve told me,” she rasped, her syllables choppy as she seemingly tried to grasp some level of composure.

Her knuckles were white. She used the bar above her head to try to straighten her back and square her shoulders, but Rory was relentless.

He rubbed the pulsing head against her clit again. This time, he looked as if he took great pleasure in stroking her, circling that hard gem between her legs with true precision.

“Come…let me come,” Trixie pleaded.

“Not yet,” Rory said, handing the wand to Mitch.

“Mitch, please!”

“That’s not how you address me,” he said firmly. Stalking the wall, he unplugged the device, tossed the wand in a silver cleaning tray, and returned to his treasure chest.

Once there, he perused the contents. “Damn.”

“Missing something?” Brock asked.

“The dildo.”

As if he only owned one.

Brock left the room and returned with the large dildo Trixie had compared to bullets and rabbits. Instead of handing the toy off to Mitch, he stood beside her, watching the unusual way in which she eyed him.

She was enjoying this and he couldn’t have been more pleased. “This is what you like, sub?”

She nodded.

“I know you do,” he said, loosening the belt under her crotch.

He fingered her cunt, pressing three fingers inside her center and twirling them high inside her. Her back bowed, her legs left the ground completely, and her thin limbs trembled.

“There you go, baby,” he whispered, watching her reach for her climax, the orgasm he wouldn’t allow her to take.

After a second or two of teasing, he tucked the tip of the dildo inside her pulsing pussy, reassembled the harness, and motioned for the others.

“You can’t leave me here!” she yelled.

“Why not?” Mitch asked, stalking her again. “This is where you agreed to play, sub. Remember. I gave you a choice. Rory is my witness. I asked you if you wanted to see a room I’d never shown you before. You shrugged. Then, I told you what awaited you here and you all but raced me to the door. Are you having doubts now?”

“No, Mitch. I’m not.”

Mitch growled. He marched to the far end of the room and returned with a paddle.

“What are you doing?” she asked, twisting around until the chain knotted and she couldn’t turn at will.

“I’m reminding you of how you should address me,” he said, rubbing his hand across her cheeks.

Brock flinched as he watched the two of them together, wondering if he could stay on this side of the room while Trixie endured her punishment.

“You will call me Dom,” he said, raising the paddle and striking her ass. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice weakened as she struggled to hang onto the bar.

“Yes, what?” he asked, striking her again.

A resounding wallop filled the room.

Rory thinned his lips as he watched the discipline transpire.

“Yes, Dom,” she croaked. “I’ll respect your wishes as my Dom.”

“What happens when you don’t follow protocol, sub?”

“I’m spanked, Dom.”

“You are spanked,” he agreed, swinging his arm behind him again and coming through with a powerful paddling.

“Ouch!” she screamed. Her head dropped and her body jerked. “I can’t…”

“Say the word, Trixie,” Brock reminded her, turned on by her will and hoping she would hang in there a little longer.

“I can’t,” she whispered, very little defeat in her voice. “I’m your sub now. I want to accept the punishment so I can reap the rewards.”