Free Playing for Keeps by Glenda Horsfall Page A

His fingers worked lower and he took a step back to admire the view. She was fully exposed, her cunt and asshole his for the taking. He slipped his fingers between her legs where she was already wet and stroked up and down on her clit. Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside her up to the hilt, pumping them fast, as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb. Christ, she was drenched. Her inner muscles clenched and pulled at his fingers. He couldn’t contain his groan of desire as he thought of sheathing himself within her heat. But first, she had to learn who wore the trousers in this relationship. It was time to up the tension.
    Her limbs were twitching and her inner muscles were now clenched tight around his fingers. She was so close to coming, the frustration of not being able to move, to close her legs around his fingers must be driving her mad. She was moaning in the back of her throat and thrashing her head from side to side. Let’s see what she makes of this!
    He leant over her, “Enjoying that kitten? Feel good?”
    “Hmm ……oh yes. Yes Master.” Her voice was husky with need, and he loved that he had brought her pleasure.
    He stood up and stepped away from her, as he wondered how she would react to his next move.
    He pretended that the other Doms were still in the room with them, as he invited, “Dean, she’s so creamy. I bet she tastes sweet, help yourself to a sample.”
    Cassie froze at his words. Oh, God. No, no, no. Surely he wasn’t going to let them touch her. Overcome by panic she fought against her restraints. No matter how much she struggled they held tight and she couldn’t escape.
    She felt a rush of hot breath against her pussy before a rough textured tongue started lapping her from top to bottom. The sensation was incredible and she fought against her rising excitement. Oh shit. She was going to kill Matt when she got free.
    She tried to think of something, anything to prevent her being turned on by the other man tonguing her pussy. Times tables, she would recite her times tables. Frantically she tried. Her mind went blank. It wasn’t working! The unknown assailant at her rear was slowing licking between her folds. His tongue stabbed into her at regular intervals, curling around her clit. Driving her mad! As much as she tried to fight it, sensation was building, it was so good, she couldn’t resist. Fingers plunged inside, curled, and stroked her G-spot as the tongue kept lapping her. Lips clamped around her clit and sucked hard. She couldn’t contain herself any longer. She screamed as she climaxed and her cum was eagerly lapped from her pussy.
    She was mortified. She could not believe that she had let herself be brought to climax by someone she didn’t know. Mortification turned to guilt. What the hell would Matt think of her now? She was overcome with shame and tears soaked her blindfold.
    “Did I say you were allowed to come?”
    Oh, shit! He didn’t sound in the least bit pleased!
    “Answer me, slave,” he commanded. “Did I give you permission to come?”
    “No, Master.” Cassie panted still trying to get her breathing back under control. That was twice tonight she had come without his permission, and the second time was with another man. She quivered in trepidation at what course of action he would take now.
    “For disobeying me for a second time in as many hours, I am going to flog you. Five strokes and you will count them out.” He continued as if his announcement was nothing out of the ordinary. “If you miss a count I will add another stroke.” Her backside stung as she felt the first firm slap on her bare behind.
    Ouch… The slap was harder than she thought it was going to be. When he rubbed over the cheek he had just slapped, she felt the sting and warmth rushed over her heated flesh… Not bad, not half as bad as I expected. I can manage that.
    Matt stroked the short leather flogger in his hand. The Dungeon Masters had given him lessons in how to use it