Bianca kissed her Master, loving the way his warm arms went around her.
“Naughty girl,” growled St Just hoarsely, “I need to punish you, I think.”
She dimpled excitedly, her eyes dancing in mischief.
She loved it when she had worked St Just into a state where he felt he had to administer punishment.
She was really becoming a depraved sl*t, she thought with a giggle.
They had just had a cup of coffee, brought to their rooms and were still waiting for O’Grady to join them. He had not returned from his early morning bout of boxing.
Bianca had apparently displeased St Just by climbing onto his lap and kissing him in full view of the gardeners who worked on the lawns. None of the men had glanced their way but St Just’s c*ck had reared up when she wriggled her full butt on his lap and had then danced away, laughing.
Now, after chasing her around the bedroom, as she giggled, he lay, panting hoarsely, tracing her features tenderly.
“Little Pet, you displeased your Master,” he said, trying to hide the fact that he felt exhausted.
He needed to see the doctor, the specialist but he had been putting it off. Fear of losing the wonderful little woman who he and his brother were set to marry in the future.
There was also the very real fear of not being alive to see her belly swell with their children. He squeezed his eyes shut, to control his emotions and Bianca looked at him puzzled.
“Master? What is your desire?”she crooned softly, shifting her hand to massage his erection and balls, gently.
He rolled over, breathing hard.
“Hands and Knees, NOW!” he rasped out, and she flicked him a curious look before obeying immediately. St Just knew she was wondering why he was so agitated.
But his very real fear of losing her made him antsy.
She was naked, her soft curves undulating as she positioned herself obediently on the bed. He rose, palming his member.
“I’m taking my riding crop on you, little sl*t,” he said, his breath coming faster as he saw the pink, glistening orifice open and waiting for him.
She shuddered in anticipation. “Yes, Master,” she said softly.
He stroked his member, the sight of the Pet on all fours, waiting for him to punish her, arousing him more than he could understand.
Picking up his crop, he growled hoarsely,
“Count, slu*.” She moaned and screamed, “ONE!” as he lashed out , striking her pale round flesh, his staff rearing as he saw the wetness trailing down her thighs with each blow.
Bianca was a mass of hot pain and pleasure, as the crop landed on her ar*e cheeks, her inner thighs and she was sobbing, tears streaming. Her cl*t was swollen, and she longed to have him thrust into her.
“Master,” she panted and at the same time, they heard the door unlocking as O’Grady entered. His body streaming with sweat, he stared at the picture of the two people before him. His Pet, her long hair falling around her hot, flushed face, naked and grovelling on all fours on the bed; and his brother, his strong, naked body gleaming, his eyes glazed over with lust…
Stripping off his clothes as he advanced, for he had already showered after the punishing fight downstairs, O’Grady advanced. His eyes narrowed with want as he looked at Bianca, helpless on the bed, mewling as tears tracked down her cheeks. But her eyes were gleaming with anticipation.
“What did the little sl*t do, Saint,” he asked, his hand already shafting his giant erection, holding it close to Bianca’s parted, moist mouth.
“Why are you whipping our Pet?”
St Just grunted, stroking her bare a*se cheek, red and welted, before slapping hard, drawing forth a muffled scream.
” She was misbehaving. before the gardeners.”
Bianca began to protest but he slapped her again, his hand grazing her wet pus*y and she sobbed. Her a*se cheeks were on fire and when O’Grady reached over to rub his dripping co*k over her parted lips, she tried to s*ck him greedily.
But the Irishman moved away, with a hoarse chuckle. Leaning down, he twisted a thick nipple and Bianca almost reared up.
“Clamps time, eh?” growled O’Grady, unable to take his eyes off the woman they were about t share.
Bianca shuddered, her thick nipples were hard and aching for his mouth. And now, he was about to place those painful clamps, the teeth which would dig into her sensitive, tender flesh.
She moaned and was given a thorough tweaking of her teats in return.
“No coming for you today, lass,” said O’Grady through clenched teeth as he picked up the clams and attached them brutally on her waving nipples,
“You just pleasure us and s*ck us off. Maybe, we might take you from the balcony, to give the gardeners a show, eh Saint?” he asked, winking at his brother.
Neither of them was in to exhibitionism. What they did in bed was, after all, their business. But there was no harm in teasing the little Pet. Now she raised a horrified face to his as she began to pant,
“No, no…Master O’Grady, it wasn’t like…” and he griped a handful of her hair as he rubbed his c*ck over her mouth harshly. She gasped, trying to take him in her mouth vainly.
St Just had given up.
The sight of her sore red rump waving in the air as she wriggled to take O’Grady’s heavily veined member in her mouth was his undoing.
With an oath, he thrust into her and Bianca’s eyes rolled back at the force of his penetration. O’Grady immediately pushed his c*ck into her warm mouth and commanded,
“Drain my balls, Pet. That’s what pets do for their masters.” Her head bobbed as she complied enthusiastically, her womb muscles clenching around St Just’s pounding c*ck, squeezing with all her might even as she sucked at O’Grady.
And then, she was flying into another realm, her body tingling, unable to stop herself as her muscles clenched in an orgasm, moaning around the erection in her mouth…