Free Semi-Hard by Candace Smith Page B

been.   Whether it was inherited or learned behavior did not concern him.   His mind was consumed and his body aroused by the pain and fear he saw in his captive’s eyes.   The methods he inflicted to cause the reaction, though enjoyable, were not the primary source of his interest.   He would employ whatever was necessary to see the torment in his victims’ faces.
    Dillon trailed his fingers down the strained muscles in Tiana’s arms.   He kept his deep voice calm and low.   “You’re all right, sweetheart.”   He lifted her chin with two fingers, and held her head up until the frightened eyes met his.   “You’re all right,” he assured her.   God, to have one that found pleasure and desired to be tormented by him was a new experience he craved exploring.
    He walked to a closet and returned with a whip he had used to lunge horses when he was growing up.   It had a familiar feel, and the thin leather would snap pleasingly as it left little red bites on the girl’s body.   Tiana was shaking when he caressed her with the lash, running it sensuously over her breasts until her dark nipples fattened and filled in response.
    Tiana glanced over towards Audrey, and she shivered when she saw the smile on the girl’s face.   Dillon stepped back and threw the whip, snapping it across her left nipple.   At first, Tiana was more alarmed than hurt, but soon a burning singe attacked the aroused peak.   “Aaah… oh, god… no,” she shrieked.
    Again, the whip flicked out, kissing the other nipple.   “No… stop… please,” she screamed.   Her nipples were on fire, and she clenched her fists uselessly, stretching and arching in the chains.   During one tightening arch with her hips thrust forward, the whip snapped out to catch the top of the folds of her spread pussy.   Tiana screamed, and felt a dizzying preamble to unconsciousness.
    Dillon allowed her time to regain her senses, and he waited for the girl’s sobs.   He walked behind her, and the whip crossed her nicely rounded bottom.   The stripe welted across the pale cheeks, and her ass began clenching in pain.   By the time a second lash mark raised on her thighs, she was slumped with her head hanging forward, crying in defeat.
    Dillon tossed the whip onto the chair and approached her.   He wrapped an arm around her, straining her limbs further as he pulled her close.   Tiana sobbed quietly with her head resting against his chest while his fingers stroked the raised ridges on her bottom.   “Why?” she wailed softly.
    “Because I want to… and you will never question me again, sweetheart.”   Dillon continued to lightly brush the ridges, once more experiencing the tension in his cock as it sprang to life with her anguish.   He slipped his hand between their bodies and pinched a bruised nipple.
    “Oh,” she moaned.
    The hand hesitated, but traveled down her quivering belly to her naked mound.   He slipped a finger into her crease, and he smiled to himself at her moisture.   The finger began stroking and plunging, and it took a moment for Tiana to realize that her emotions were rapidly sliding from torment to arousal.   “No,” she begged, but the hand was relentless.   Just as she felt herself tingle and cramp with climax, the finger deserted her and the embrace withdrew.
    Tiana watched in confusion as the cowboy walked to Audrey’s cage where the girl smiled up hopefully.   At least the Master had not rewarded the whining new girl with an orgasm.   Audrey rose and followed him, and she almost balked when he ordered her to kneel in front of Tiana.   Her mind flew back to her experience with Erika, and she frantically searched for a way to change the Master’s plans.   “You know the exercise, Audrey,” the steady voice commanded.
    “Yes, Master Dillon.”   She sank to her knees and glared up at the tortured girl.
    Dillon used thin chains to clip Audrey’s nipple rings to the same bolts Tiana’s ankles were secured to.