Price of Betrayal 3: Tanya Makes a Decision - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 3: Tanya Makes a Decision

... back and took a thin, three-foot long cane from the wall. "Even though you failed the challenge, you may still safe word if necessary, but you will still have to pay the price for failing at a later time. Nod if you understand." She pressed her lips together, but she nodded. "Good girl." I swished the cane through the air once, and with barely a pause, brought it down on the middle of her ass. She let out a shriek, and the sound went straight to my groin. "One. You had ten reps to finish the challenge, so you'll get ten stripes." I swung upward, and the cane landed on the underside of her cheeks, wrenching another scream from her. "Two." I continued to stripe her, placing my strikes from her shoulder blades to her thighs. Her screams got louder with each one, and by the time the last stroke landed on the middle of her back, my cock was throbbing. I dropped the cane and pressed up against her, causing her to cry out once again. I grabbed my cock and placed it at her slick entrance. "This fuck is for me, not you," I said in her ear. "Do not cum, or I will punish you after work." With that, I dug my thumbs into two of the bruises on her hips, and slammed into her. Her scream was glorious. I pounded her for only a few minutes before I felt my climax approaching. She was trembling, and I didn't know if it was in pain or if she was trying not to cum, but I really didn't care. I gave one final thrust and came forcefully but silently. God, that was good! I pulled out, and she was ...

... still trembling. I grabbed her ass, squeezed hard, and put my mouth at her ear as she whimpered. "Do you want to cum?" "Yes, Master," she said through clenched teeth. I chuckled. "Too fucking bad." I took a step back and admired my work The fresh welts crisscrossed the faded ones from the day before, and four of them were already starting to bruise. I released her from the cross, and she stepped off the footrests and stood with her head down, still facing the wall. I grabbed her braid and yanked her head back and to the side before laying a soft kiss on the side of her neck. She sucked in a breath, and a shudder ran through her. I glanced at the clock above the door. "We have fifteen minutes before we have to leave, or you'll be late for work." I was a professor of business at NYU, and my first class wasn't until nine. I walked out of the dungeon without another word and grabbed a quick shower. By the time I was ready ten minutes later, Tanya was waiting by the garage door, dressed in an ankle-length, light-weight skirt and a loose cotton turtleneck. I smiled, knowing that she had chosen clothing that would least irritate her injuries. Her hair was up in a loose bun, and she looked lovely. I stepped up to her and wrapped one arm around her waist and fisted the other in her hair at the nape of her neck. She gasped as I kissed her hard, plundering her mouth. When I stepped back, she looked confused, and I smiled. "Look at me," I said. She raised her eyes to mine, and I said, "You ...