Kimberly pressed her legs together, thankful for the table covering.
It gave her the privacy she needed to hide her excitement. She was so ashamed of the way she felt; yet, she wanted the feeling to never end.
Was this something more than a perverse enjoyment of another person's pain? Could Pat have been right that time so long ago back in college?
Taryn watched the display of emotions, first one then another, on Kimberly's face. She felt certain that Kimberly would have an uncontrollable desire to masturbate as she watched. She leveled her gaze and fixed her eyes on the spot beneath the table where Kimberly's hands were.
Kimberly tried to maintain her stare but her eyes faltered. The glare in Taryn's eyes let her know that she knew what Kimberly was doing. She removed her fingers from between her legs and wiped them against her pants. Her cunt was so swollen and wet that her fingers were damp from where she'd caressed herself through her pants.
Patiently, Taryn waited. Once Kimberly's hands were on top of the table, she turned back to Jill. She struck the handle of the whip against the table. Wine spilled over the side of a glass beside her.
"Are you ready?" she asked the trembling Jill.
Wordlessly, Jill lifted the skirt of her uniform, searching until her hand found the top of her panties. The white lace was so delicate and sheer that her ass was clearly visible. She paused for a moment so Taryn could look at her. Her goddess, her idol whose eyes she wanted to fill with excitement. She moved her hips from side to side, teasing her and knowing it would make her angry to be teased in front of a guest.
Kimberly watched Taryn's mouth open and her tongue run over her lips. She found herself wishing she could take Jill's place. Her own mouth opened and she heard herself panting. "My God," she whispered as she watched. "What is going on with me? With them!"
Taryn slapped the whip against her palm, signaling Jill to hurry up.
Jill pushed the scant garment slowly and seductively down her legs.
She felt the cool air against her bare ass, the current teasing at her crack as if trying to get inside. She quivered as she struggled to release the side snap on her panties. It seemed forever before she whisked them from around her ankles and threw them to the side of the room. Her skirt was still about her waist. She turned full circle, lifting her skirt high so that her front was now fully exposed to Kimberly.
Kimberly cast her gaze over the woman's body, her heart pounding with excitement. Her mouth hung open and she wet her lips as she stared at her groin. The pubic hair was trimmed very neatly, the ends around her opening wet with cum. Kimberly wanted to touch her fingers to that wetness, then place it inside her mouth and taste it.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered. Her face was burning hot with embarrassment but she could not stop herself from responding to the scene before her.
Taryn eyed Jill's buttocks. The soft white flesh looked very inviting. Her cheeks were firm and rounded in just the right places.
Taryn wished she could part them and plunge the whip deeply inside.
But it was too soon. She would have to wait. Lifting the whip, she jerked it and made it crack over Jill's bare ass.
Kimberly was so excited she was gasping for breath. Her mouth was so dry and her throat so constricted with excitement, she could barely swallow. She ran her tongue over her swollen lips, lips that were begging to be kissed and sucked and nibbled. Her cheeks were enflamed once again. This time it was not shame but lust that sent her blood rushing to the surface. A hungry, aching lust, it spoke of the longing she felt in her groin and her breasts. She moaned with despair, but there was nothing she could do. She lifted the wineglass to her lips. Her hands were trembling so much she nearly dropped it.
Watching from the corner of her eye, Taryn smiled. Once more she snapped the whip briskly over Jill's trembling cheeks.
Jill prepared herself, placing one hand on the table to steady her body. Her mouth dropped open and she, too, panted with excitement.
She stole a glance at Kimberly and knew that she was also aroused.
Who wouldn't be in the face of such power!
Without warning, Taryn drew her arm back and took aim at Jill's bare ass. With a power unsurpassed by any other woman, she struck the whip against those firm white cheeks. A welt appeared immediately. Taryn smiled as she watched the mark become swollen and red. It looked delightfully hot and painful. She circled to the other side of her captive. She drew back the whip and made another equally forceful strike against Jill's ass.
Jill felt her heart pounding inside her chest. Her breasts were full and swollen with excitement. They rose and fell as her breathing grew more labored. She waited for the next blow. Wanting it, wanting it oh so desperately! "Please," she begged.
Taryn wet her lips. She wanted to run her tongue over Jill's wounds, to lovingly kiss each mark she'd made. But a darker side of her took hold. She wanted Kimberly to see her power, to feel it as intensely as she would if the whip was striking her. Taryn drew a deep breath, her chest thrust forward, her full breasts hanging firm and erect. "You've such a lovely ass," she whispered as she drew the whip back once more.
Kimberly winced as Taryn welded the whip on Jill's bare bottom.
Over and over, the leather stung her bare skin, kissing it most cruelly and marking it most clearly. Despite her misgivings, Kimberly felt her cunt growing hotter and wetter with every blow. Watching the perfect execution of the whip against Jill's body, she found herself admiring Taryn's arms – the way the muscles rippled when she moved
– and her skin, golden and tawny like a sunset over the desert. She longed to run her fingers through Taryn's hair, to feel the fine softness of the curls that fell about her chest and down her back. She wanted to press her lips against Taryn's skin, her hair, and her mouth. She wanted to possess her. She wanted to be possessed.
Kimberly fantasized standing beside her, placing her hand on Taryn's arm. Moving as she moved, feeling the power reverberate through her muscles then explode against Jill's trembling buttocks.
The images were so vivid, Kimberly nearly exploded in orgasm. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing she could. To use the sheer energy of her fantasy and the powerful images before her, she imaged the orgasm quaking through her. She was so close, so very close.
Taryn could smell the excitement of her two companions. They were aching for release but she would not allow it. She caught the tail of the whip in her hand and placed the weapon upon the table.
Jill tried to hide her disappointment. Today she would not get the treasured prize that Taryn sometimes gave when she whipped her.
She turned to face Taryn, hoping to tempt her with her body. Her hands parting the swollen lips around her clitoris, she offered the glistening nub to Taryn. God, she was aching! The treasure was so close, yet Taryn would not give it to her. "Please, please," she begged in a low voice. She knew she mustn't let Kimberly hear her. Taryn shook her head and motioned for her to leave. Jill sighed and dropped her skirt.
Taryn laughed and walked over to Jill. Slapping her playfully on the rump, she said "My wicked Jill. Go and help Michele with dinner." She chuckled, watching as Jill ran eagerly into the kitchen.
The door swung closed and Taryn turned back to Kimberly. Acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, she sat down and unfolded her napkin. "Dinner will be here shortly," she said. She lifted her wineglass. "A toast to your coming venture. May the excursion serve you well."
Kimberly touched her glass to Taryn's. She followed her every move, taking a sip when Taryn took one, hurrying to unfold her own napkin and place it upon her lap as Taryn had done only seconds earlier. She felt weak, her body spent as though she'd made wild and passionate love. Someone came into the room and turned off the lights. She watched as a dark figure lit two candles in the center of the table. Just as silently as the figure appeared, it disappeared into the shadows.