Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3] (18 page)

“You will also be bound again. Yesterday was just a taste of the rope bondage that you will experience,” Caleb said, staring at her.

“You will also suffer a ginger plug in your ass, as you’ve shown us how much you love to play with asses. We’ve been remiss in not playing with yours more.” He chuckled when he watched the color drain from her face. Did she really think they didn’t know how to play with submissives? Did she forget their sadist status? Well, not any longer.

Caleb grabbed the silk rope from the corner where they had left it last night and started to bind her. Starting at her chest this time, Kyle watched as Caleb crisscrossed her torso. He moved toward the toy chest and looked through the clamps he’d packed and grabbed the rubber-coated ones. Most people thought the rubber-coated ones looked tame because of the soft rubber and the fact that they didn’t have teeth, but the pressure that they delivered was twice that of the harsher looking ones. If they actually had teeth, they could bite off a nipple if accidently bumped and so the rubber ones did the job without the fear of actually causing damage. He moved toward her and saw that Caleb had her breasts and arms now tightly bound. Caleb’s focus was now on binding her feet to her thighs.

“Take a deep breath, slave,” Kyle said as he pulled and rolled a nipple in his fingers, waiting for it to get tight and hard. When he had the nipple to his liking, he opened the first clamp and let it close on her nub. He saw that she took a deep breath in, trying to manage the pain as he started working on her other nipple. After they were both done, he pulled her face toward him. He wanted to see everything going through her mind as he took hold of both clamps and pulled. He watched as her eyes betrayed her and all her emotions were visible as the clamps tightened further. He knew the grin on his face would be evil, but he loved it. He moved toward the kitchen, fishing through the bags and boxes of food they had brought, searching for the plastic container. Once he found it, he took out the largest ginger root he had brought, and after washing it he took the knife and cut off any lumps and shoots. He then cut off the outer skin, shaping it into to the perfect plug. Once he was satisfied, he moved back to the bed where Caleb had her stomach down and was tying the last knot.

“Ah! Looks like the punishment plug is all ready for our little slave,” Caleb said as he bent and picked up the flogger and paddle he’d placed on the bed beside Petra.

“Yep, nice and juicy. Look at it.” He knew they were making it worse for her talking about it like this. Because he knew she knew it was the ginger sap that caused the pain. Ginger had been the talk of the club in the past.

“If you’re a good little slave and tell your Master how sorry you are, I might gift you with some lubricant,” he said, waiting for her response. He didn’t know what she would choose. A smart person would beg and plead for the lubricant as it would protect her ass for longer and might actually take most of the burn away. But Petra had surprised him more often than not.

“Silence will not save you. Our slave declined the lubricant. The ginger looks so juicy, it will lubricate itself with its own juices,” Caleb said, a gleam in his eye.

Caleb really was more of a sadist than him, but she had asked for it. He pulled her cheeks apart and positioned the ginger and then started to slowly push it inside her. He heard her moan as it reached the thickest part. He stood back and wiped his hands on the soaked dish towel he’d brought with him as he didn’t want any ginger juice in anyone’s eyes. Within the next minute the burn would start, and so he stood there watching her and waiting.

“Twenty stripes, count them slave,” Caleb called as he started working on her ass with the crop. One after another the crop fell on her ass which was then followed by Petra’s wavering voice counting each one. Kyle moved around her body watching her, amazed that she was taking such a punishment. The clamps on her nipples crushed under her, the ginger plug in her ass, the tight, binding rope bondage, and then the crop. He looked at the glistening lips of her pussy. She was literally dripping, and he realized that she loved this as much as they did. His cock felt like an iron rod, and he pulled his boxers down and started pulling at his cock. He couldn’t hold back standing there watching her moan and roll on the bed, torturing her own nipples further. It was just too much, and he moved closer and started playing with ginger plug, pulling and pushing it, fucking her with it while all the time stroking his iron shaft in time with the movements of the ginger. Her helpless attempts to push back and take more pushed him over the edge, and he grabbed the rope crossed at her back and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Caleb dropped his crop and watched, and he too dropped his boxers.

Kyle lined his cock up and thrust deep into her dripping pussy. He started fucking her like a machine, pounding away. He wanted to punish her, not just with the toys, he wanted his own cock to be a weapon, knowing that he wasn’t really hurting her. She screamed in pleasure at his pounding, and he used the rope binding her to leverage himself, using it pull her onto his cock. He had no idea how long he pounded into her. He hoped it’d been longer than he thought it was because he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. He felt his cum pulling from his balls and bubbling, burning through his cock as he jetted into her, and he groaned and shouted with the painful pleasure. He soon stopped moving, his cock so sensitive a flinch hurt.

Caleb pulled him away and thrust into her, replacing his cock in her tight and now-dripping tunnel. Caleb was driven by the same demons that had controlled him. He moved up her body as Caleb was pounding away and pulled her chest of the bed so he could get access to her breasts and the clamps. He pulled off the first and then moved to the next, and she screamed with the removal of each one as the blood rushed back into her tortured nubs, and he knew the rubbing of the bed alone would drive her insane as her nipples now were hypersensitive. He took the ginger that had nearly slipped from her ass under the jolting of Caleb’s fucking and pushed it back in, fucking her with it. On the fourth thrust, he removed it and replaced it with two of his fingers, scissoring her ass. With his other hand he reached under her hips until he found her clit and pinched it between his fingers. She screamed out and convulsed, and he felt her ass clenching on his finger and heard Caleb’s groans as she milked his cock with her pussy. Her scream continued as she rode him through her powerful orgasm. Finally it ended, and her body lay lax and limp. He looked at her eyes and saw they were unfocused and glazed. He looked toward Caleb and saw him struggling. This, this was what life was about, fun, pleasure, and love.

Chapter Eighteen

Petra knocked on the door and waited. She could hear movement, running, and then banging on the door. She had a really good idea who was on the other side.

“You’re here,” he called out as he opened the door. “Dad, Petra’s here, she’s finally here,” Joel yelled as he bounced up and down with a huge gap-toothed grin on his face.

She looked quickly at her watch, noting that she was actually seven minutes early. Although she remembered when she was little and was so excited about something time had a habit of slowing down. Much like she swore two minutes on her microwave when she was waiting on her weekly hot chocolate was not the same two minutes when she tried to get dressed and out the door of her house for a meeting.

“Hello to you, Mr. Joel.” He looked so cute in his little jeans and polo shirt with his two-toned canvas sneakers. It warmed her heart that he’d dressed up for her, and she saw that he’d even brushed his hair all by himself. The back was tousled and the front was crookedly spiked. Taking a deep breath for courage, she entered the house and followed Joel through to the kitchen. She could do this. She’d seen kids and been around them before, granted not that much but she had, kind of. Shit, what the hell was she doing here? She couldn’t handle this for Christ sake, he had a kid. Maybe she could just walk back out the door and pretend all this never happened.

“Dad and I have been cooking,” Joel said racing back behind her to slam the front door shut. “Uncle Caleb’s been making fun of Dad,” he whispered, pulling her hand so she’d bend down to him. “Don’t tell dad, but he can’t cook. Well, he can, but it’s really bad,” he whispered into her ear.

“That’s okay. No matter what, I’ll say I love it.” The beaming smile on his face was worth the fear of not knowing what the hell she was doing. As she entered the kitchen following Joel, she saw Caleb sitting at the kitchen island drinking a beer. He was wearing chinos and a white polo shirt, and he looked relaxed and happy, laughing at Kyle, who was standing next to the stove stirring something in the largest pot she’d seen since leaving her mother’s kitchen. Kyle was saying something to Caleb that made him laugh even more. Kyle was wearing jeans and a plain white V-neck T-shirt, and she stopped and wanted to freeze the image in her mind for all eternity. The scene in front of her was so casual, so ordinary, and so normal, and these men were her men. If only she could find a way to convince them of it.

“Ah, look who’s arrived,” Kyle called out from the stove, a huge smile on his face. Caleb turned with a matching smile and got up from the stool, heading toward her.

“Welcome, sweetheart, thank God you haven’t missed the show. Come and watch Kyle attempt to cook us all dinner.” Caleb wrapped her in his arms and kissed her on the cheek and led her toward the stool next to his.

“Don’t worry, I have a pizza joint on speed dial so we won’t starve,” he added and she laughed.

“Great, because I’m starving,” she said as she sat down. Kyle moved toward her still on the opposite side of the island bench and leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Don’t listen to him. I can cook. Well, mostly I can anyway.”

He moved back and winked at her and gave her the most heart-melting smile. She was so glad to be here in this place at this time with these men who wanted her here. The loneliness she’d felt over the past years melted away, and no matter what happened in the future, she would savor this moment forever.

“Would you like a drink?” Caleb asked, moving toward the refrigerator.

“Can I have a coke?” Joel piped up from beside her, and she jolted. She was so wrapped up in her men that she hadn’t noticed him sitting on the stool next to her.

“Yes, when you’re old enough to drive,” Kyle answered immediately.

“But David’s dad lets him have coke,” Joel whined.

“Good for David’s dad. Sadly your dad likes his son’s teeth and healthy body. So no. You can have juice, milk, or water.”

“Juice, please,” he answered sullenly, huffing as he sat back in his seat.

Joel was a smart little boy, already trying his hand at manipulation and with his father’s looks he’d be a lady-killer when he was older, she thought with a smile. The conversation flowed throughout the evening. The food, while not great, was edible, and Joel entertained them all with school stories until it was his bedtime.

“Can Petra tuck me in?” he asked, and while perversely pleased that Joel wanted her to put him to bed, she had no idea what she was actually supposed to do. After fumbling through drawers thankfully with Joel’s directions, she had him in pajamas and into bed in no time. Thinking that was all she was supposed to do, she said good night to him and was about to leave his room.

“No, Petra, don’t leave yet. You need to tell me a story. Or if you can’t think of one you could read me one, but I’ve already read them all.”

Crap, okay, she could do this. She was an author. How hard could a kid’s story be to make up? Okay, so she was an erotica author and her stories were not appropriate to tell a six-year-old little boy.
Think, think.
She could make up something.

“Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there was a princess. She was a very adventurous princess, and she didn’t like being kept in the castle all the time. So every day when she should have been doing her studies, she would climb the wall that surrounded the castle and go into the forest to find an adventure. One day after her father, the king, told her she had to marry the nasty, ugly son of the king of the neighboring land, she decided to run away. She packed a bag and scaled the wall, looking back at the castle for what she thought would be the last time. She then ran into the forest, and as it got dark she became frightened of all the creatures and shadows, so she looked for a place to wait until morning.

“She found a cave set into the cliff wall and thought it would make a good place to hide for the night. As she went deeper into the cave she felt the warmth of a fire. Deeper and deeper she went until it opened into a large cavern and there in the center was a fire with animal skins on the ground around it. She felt so tired and cold and no one seemed to be around, so she sat down on the rugs and warmed her hands in front of the fire.

“A loud roar echoed through the cave, and suddenly a large dragon was standing in front of her. She was so frightened that she couldn’t move as she watched the large dragon with sharp white teeth come closer to her. Just when she thought the dragon was going to eat her, the dragon sniffed the air and brought its head closer to her and took a deep breath, bringing her scent into his lungs. The princess thought that now he had smelled her, she was surely going to be eaten by the dragon. But instead the dragon shifted and shimmered and there instead of a dragon was a beautiful man. He told the princess that he had looked for a hundred years for her and that he couldn’t find her anywhere but now she had come to him. He swept her up into his arms, and they lived happily ever after.”