"There is a way," she said, hating herself for this. "I noticed that there was a…" She suddenly bit off her words as she saw the door to the bedroom opening. It could be only Mr. Stanton.
And it was. She had never seen the man looking more like a God than now. He was stripped to the waist and had oiled his body so that he gleamed a dull coppery in the light. He wore tight leather pants and calf-high boots. The butt end of his whip was stuffed into the top of his right boot, where he could reach it in a hurry, if needed.
Sheryle vowed that he wouldn't need it today. She still had the welts from the last beating he had given her. He had laid out the most tempting meal she had ever seen. As the food rolled across her tastebuds, the man had whipped her. And afterwards, he had fucked her. While she was still feeling the nice warm glow of a good fucking, he had whipped her again. In her mind and body, she was mixing pleasure and pain together into a heady concoction. It was becoming possible for her to climax when he whipped her. She didn't understand how this was possible, but it was happening to her. Pain and delight were almost the same thing now, thanks to the man's careful program of whipping her while she was doing enjoyable things.
"Perform!" the man said, his voice cool and aloof. It was almost as if he didn't care about them. But Sheryle knew differently. He cared. Otherwise, he wouldn't whip her like he did. If he thought she was a nothing, a huge zero in the equation of life, he wouldn't give her the time of the day. Instead he made sure she received discipline that would enforce his rules. He thought she could learn and she knew she wanted to please him.
"How?" she asked, knowing what the answer would be.
She wasn't disappointed. He jerked the whip out of the top of his boot and landed a stinging blow across her naked shoulders. The lick of the lather made her cringe a little, but it also did things to her pussy that she was beginning to love. Her cunt started to churn and boil inside, knowing that the best was yet to come.
"Fuck her," Mr. Stanton said to Michael. "Now! Do it now!"
The whip lashed out again and cleverly cut through the bonds holding the youth's wrists. Michael blinked twice at the power shown in the lashing. The whip had never done that to his flesh. But the message was clear. It could be that powerful any time that Stanton wanted.
Michael hesitantly approached the naked delights offered by Sheryle. He swallowed hard, looking into her green eyes. She was as lovely now as she had ever been, perhaps more so. He didn't quite understand the change that had come in her. She glowed now, radiating a sexuality that was almost frightening in its intensity. He knew he could be happy fucking a chick as lovely as this, as willing and hot.
She didn't move as he approached. At the last instant, she turned her back to him and shoved out her ass. Her hands came behind her back and beckoned him on. She wanted to fuck her in this position, standing up. Michael gripped the girl's slender wrists and pulled her arms back in what must have been a painful position. She moaned and shoved her ass back in wanton invitation. He didn't understand why she got off on pain now, but it was obvious she did. And he wasn't going to turn her down.
The sight of her perky, smoothly curving white ass being thrust back for him to fuck was more than any man could have endured. His prick began to stir, rising slowly, stiffening to the point where the hard-on actually hurt him.
"Fuck her," said Stanton. "Now! Don't hesitate. Give it all to her."
The whip lashed across Sheryle's tits, giving her an intense pain into her chest. She had felt her nipples beginning to harden with lust when Michael had pulled her arms straight back. The way she shoved her ass into his crotch was designed to open her pussy wide to him and it did. She felt his cock moving up from under her wide-spread pussylips. Glancing down, she saw it homing in on her cunt hole like a rocket seeking out the hot tail pipe of an enemy fighter plane. Trembling at the mere touch of his cock against her super-heated pussylips, the girl cried out when his cockhead sank into her cunt.
"Fuck meeeee!" she sobbed. "Give it all, to me. Fuck me till I burn up inside. I need it!"
"Silence!" screamed Stanton, using the whip liberally on her heaving belly. She was soon crisscrossed with the fiery red welts from his whip. Bent forward as she was, her ass pressing into Michael's crotch, the man had a perfect shot at her body. With her arms pulled back on either side of her body, the flesh of her tits tightened and made every impact of his whip even more telling.
Sheryle felt her body filling with pain even as the delight-giving prick reamed her out. She loved the feel of that cock hot and hard inside her cunt. It made her cunt walls strain to expand enough. The very nerve endings all along her fuck tunnel sang in joy as Michael rammed in deeper. When he was fully buried, his balls wetly slapped forward, giving her cuntlips an extra treat.
All this joy was alloyed with the pain Stanton's whip delivered. He whipped her with a vigorous melody now, never breaking the skin but always inflicting the maximum in pain. She knew he would never permanently mark her, he never had. But he would give her pain during the very time she was experiencing the most intense pleasures a human could feel. She came.
And what confused the girl the most, she didn't know if it was from the prick beginning to fuck her with slow, sensuous movements or the whip singing its song of misery.
"Aiceecee!" she moaned, both pain and wonder filling her totally. Her tits were almost raw from the whip. She remembered the lampshades in the man's dining area. She didn't want her precious titties to end up skinned and stretched over a wire frame. Stanton was capable of anything – if she didn't give him the pleasure he demanded.
"Fuck me, ohhh, God, Michael, God! Fuck me good. Give it all to my poor little pussy!"
The youth pulled back harder on her arms until she thought she was going to break down the middle. He needed the pressure on her arms for the leverage it gave him. He couldn't get enough otherwise to really fuck her cunt. His prick speared deeper and deeper into her pussy until she felt the familiar sexual tensions about to break inside.
When she came again, she knew it was strictly from the fucking. Her cunt was sopping wet no drenching the youth's fuck stick. He had to fuck faster to give her the divine friction she needed. Her cunt-juice was almost too much for him.
But he managed to fuck her like she desired when the whip landed across his tensed buttocks. He jerked into her harder than ever before. Sheryle loved the spasmodic fucking. The pain was leaving her own body, driven out by the wonderful feelings of his prick. Better that Michael experienced a little pain than her, she thought selfishly.
Mr. Stanton flailed wildly at Michael's ass, making sure that the youth gave her all the power in his fucking that she could have wanted.
He drilled harder into her cunt, then twisted around a little. She felt his cock jolt every time the whip landed on his ass. The pain transmitted to her body in the form of such electric desire that she came and came and came. She couldn't hold it any longer. She didn't understand what was happening to her, but knowing that Michael was being whipped excited her. Feeling his body react with every whip blow built up her own passions until she was lost in a constant teeth-rattling come.
"Mooore!" she moaned out. "Give it all to me! Fuck me good, fuck me hard, but fuck meeeee!"
The sound of leather against bare flesh came to her ears. It was music. She had to have more. Bending forward, thrusting her arms back until her shoulders threatened to break, she got even more of his hard-on up her cunt. She came again. She couldn't stop herself now. The tremors passing through her were like major earthquakes.