She let out a shriek.
“Shannon, will you ever fake an orgasm with me again?”
She shook her head violently. “No, Master.”
The cane came down again an inch below the first strike. She cried out again. Her lip trembled.
“Say it. Tell me what you won't ever do again. I need to hear the words so we can be sure we understand each other,” Lindsay said.
It took her a moment to catch her breath from the cane. “I-I won't ever fake an orgasm again.”
The cane came down a third time on her inner thigh, another inch down.
“Please, please,” she whimpered.
“Do you promise?” Lindsay asked as if he weren't convinced.
“Yes, yes, Master I promise.” She jerked at the ropes. “Please, please no more.”
“Jack, hold the cane for me.”
Then his tongue was trailing over each cane mark in turn, ending in soft, open-mouthed kisses against her tormented flesh. After a few moments his mouth had moved back between her legs.
He chuckled against her skin, no doubt finding her even more wet than she'd been before the cane had struck her. He began kissing her again in that soft, slow way, opening his mouth so achingly slowly against her cunt, licking and kissing and sucking and nibbling on her lips before his tongue was inside her again.
He knew exactly when to shift his focus to licking and sucking her clit. Again, he brought her to the very brink. Her moans and whimpers echoed off the stone walls as she writhed for him in earnest this time.
Then he pulled away.
“No, no, no,” she said plaintively. “Please. Please,”
“I find myself troubled, kitten. You see, you have these three lovely marks on one thigh, but the other is just so pale and untouched. I really need them to match. It's possible I may have a touch of OCD. You want them to match, right?”
She let out another shriek and thrashed. He knew she hated the cane. Feared it. It was a sort of searing pain that made everything inside her clench in order to escape it. But bound to this bed, there was no escape. With the blindfold in place, she couldn't even see it coming. And her inner thighs were so sensitive. “Please master.”
She wasn't sure which thing was the punishment, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and then pulling away... or the cane. Or the combination of both.
Long moments of absolute silence passed. Then his mouth was upon her again, devouring her sex, driving her to the edge. He seemed to know exactly the moment to pull back.
Now she was actually crying from the lack of completion.
“I'll make you an offer,” he said finally. “I can give you three more cane welts on your other thigh to match the first, then let you come. Or no orgasm now or for the rest of the day.”
She was aching for him. She needed to come. She needed him inside her. She was so slippery wet, when he finally released her from the ropes she knew she wouldn't be able to walk quite right.
He leaned close to her ear... “Just three more slivers of pain then pleasure all day for the rest of the day. We'll all make you come. You just have to be brave and take three more strikes.”
When he removed the blindfold, she found a challenge in his eyes.
“It's up to you, kitten. Choose. Tell me you want the stinging kiss of the cane and you can have pleasure after.”
She glanced at the men surrounding the bed. They were absolutely riveted to this show. She longed for the safety and privacy of the blindfold shielding her from their hungry gazes.
Lindsay's fingers dipped inside her again. She arched and bucked off the bed fighting for deeper contact. “Beg me sweetly for the cane,” he demanded.
She shook her head... “I-I can't.”
He withdrew his finger and began to drag her wetness over her folds and to her swollen bud, circling lightly... slowly over it—the exact pressure and speed to drive her crazy without letting her come. Then he pulled away.
“M-master, please.”
“Please what?”
She closed her eyes, tears tracking down her cheeks. “Please, cane me, Master.”
“Holy, shit,” one of the men said in clear disbelief.
Lindsay held his hand out. “Jack? The cane.”
She watched this time as one of the men passed the cane to Lindsay. This time he dragged the tip over her other thigh, so lightly the touch brought goose bumps to prickle out over her flesh. Then he stroked the bamboo across her wetness.
Off her terrified expression he said, “Don't worry, I'm not that much of a sadist.”
The wet cane struck her inner thigh wrenching a scream from her.
“We can stop any time you like, kitten. But if you don't have three welts on each thigh, you can't have an orgasm. Should we stop or do you want the cane again?”
Again he stroked her clit in agonizing slow circles wringing another whimper from her.
He pulled his hand away. “Beg me again. Do you want the cane?”
“Yes, Master. Please.”
“Good girl.”
The cane came down a second time, harder than the first or any of the strikes before it. Shannon writhed as if she could move away from the pain that seemed to still claw through her several seconds after the strike.
“Do you want to stop now? Maybe this is too much for you.”
She did want him to stop but if he stopped he wouldn't let her come. She was too close to wimp out now. She shook her head. “No, Master.”
He moved to the head of the bed and held the cane out in front of her mouth. “Lick it.”
She ran her tongue slowly down the length.
He moved back to his original position. “Now, beg me for another.”
“Please, Master, may I have another?”
“Yes, you may.” The last strike came down as hard as the second causing her to buck off the bed, straining against the ropes.
“Are you ever going to fake another orgasm?” he asked again.
“N-no, Master. Never.”
He moved back between her legs, dragging his tongue over her wetness, tasting her, savoring her. He moaned against her skin, the vibration causing her to shiver and press herself harder against his soothing kiss.
“Look at them while I make you come.”
Her eyes went to Jack. He gripped the cane so hard his knuckles went white as he held her desperate gaze in his hungry one.
Lindsay didn't tease her this time. This time he kissed and licked and sucked and stroked and finger fucked her until she came bucking against him. He wrung every ounce of pleasure from her, urging her to take more until her body was completely wrung out.
He pulled away from her, licking his finger absently. “Now she's had a real orgasm. Who wants to give her the next one?”
Five hands shot in the air at once.
Lindsay watched as Jack dragged his tongue over Shannon's wetness, her thighs spread wide to accommodate his seeking mouth. She bucked and arched off the bed, straining for completion.
“More, please please more,” she whimpered.
“She's a greedy little bitch,” Jack said.
Lindsay rolled his eyes. “They're all greedy little bitches when you know what the fuck you're doing.”
Jack stopped and shot him a dirty glare. Lindsay raised an eyebrow. “Did I tell you you could stop?”