Tingle All the Way (11 page)

Kayla turned to face them. “No nipple
clamps.”

“What about the rest?” Stan asked.

“We’ll see.”

“Huh uh. If you put yourself in our hands,
we will decide what is best for you,” Barry said. “Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll need a safe word—a word that tells
us that you can’t take any more,” Barry explained.

“How about one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’
purple people eater?” Stan suggested with a mischievous grin as he wrapped his
fingers around his rigid erection.

“Asshole.” Barry chuckled. “Purple?”

“Fine,” she replied.

Barry used the channel changer on the table
to locate a cable station that played soft music, and then he straddled one of
the chairs in the room. “Stan, would you like to see what’s beneath that sexy
red dress?”

“Yes sir.”

“Strip, Kayla. Slowly,” Barry ordered. She
started to kick off her heels. “No. Leave them on. Your dress, baby.”

Her pink, moist tongue slid between her
lips as she reached for the hem of her gown and began to raise it, revealing
her long legs an inch at a time. When the material rose to her thigh, his cock
hardened. The damn woman was wearing a garter—the sexy snaps showed where they
hooked on to her thigh-high nylons.

“Fuck, Barry. That’s hot.” Stan began to
slide his hand from base to tip of his cock and back again.

Kayla gasped. Her chest rose and fell, her
breathing becoming more rapid.

“Did I tell you that Kayla enjoys watching
a man touch himself?”

Stan’s nostrils flared, his lips curled and
he emitted a low growl before he began to pump harder, faster.

Kayla shifted her legs and Barry knew she
was aroused. “Kayla?” Just saying her name appeared to bring her back to what
she was supposed to be doing. Stripping.

The hem slipped higher, exposing long,
graceful legs, and then the black lacy garter. Her thong was a tiny piece of
material covering only her mons. At the sight, Barry’s pulse raced.

Then she pulled the silk farther up,
disclosing a nip of a waist and full breasts barely contained in a matching
strapless bra. As her dress fell to the floor, Barry rose. He had to touch her.
Stepping forward, he went to her, cupping her face in his hands as his mouth
captured hers.

Kayla mewled beneath his heated assault.
She was so responsive to his kiss and touch that his cock pressed angrily
against his zipper.

Stan elbowed in between them. “Let me have
some of that.” Then he took Barry’s place.

As his friend ravished Kayla’s mouth, Barry
took that moment to undress. By the time he was finished, Stan had unfastened
her bra.

Barry walked behind her and smoothed a
single finger down her spine. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” She arched away as
if he were tickling her.

“Damn straight she is.” Stan leaned forward
and sampled one of her rosy tips, making a popping noise when he released it.

Together they closed in on her, Barry in
the back and Stan in front, sandwiching her between them.

Her head lolled back on Barry’s shoulder.
“Now, Barry.”

Stan chuckled. “I think she just earned a
punishment. What do you say?”

“It sure sounds like it to me. I think she
needs a spanking. Your kind of paddling, Stan.”

Barry loved the uneasiness blending with
anticipation that burned in her eyes. Her gaze darted over to the table before
she swallowed hard.

“No. I have a better idea.” A devilish
smirk curved Stan’s lips. “Take your thong and garter off, love.”

When she was as naked as both of them, he
turned to her. “Get on the bed. Lie on your back with your arms stretched above
your head and your legs spread wide.”

Barry couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she
crawled up on the bed. Heat simmered in her gaze as it met his. Slowly she
widened her thighs, exposing pink, moist flesh. The view tightened his groin.

Stan glanced over at Barry. “Hungry?”

“Oh God, yes.” He couldn’t wait to give her
the sweetest kind of pain, specifically designed to bring her to a screaming
orgasm, but first he had to taste her.

Kayla thought her heart would burst from
her chest. Did both of them intend to go down on her?

When Barry climbed on the bed between her
thighs and lowered his head, he blew a warm breath over her damp sex. She
gasped, grasping the headboard. There was no way she could stay still or keep
from touching him. Impatiently, she waited for his touch, anxiety welling up
inside her.

The softest of strokes smoothed from the
bottom of her slit, along it, until he reached her clit. “Delicious,” he hummed
against her flesh before he swirled his tongue around and around the bundle of
nerves.

“Barry, please.” She hadn’t meant to speak,
but she couldn’t help it.

“I think that makes two punishments.” Stan
crawled up on the bed as if he was a predator stalking her. And maybe he was.

His fist was closed around something. What,
Kayla didn’t know. When he opened his palm, her eyes went wide.

“You said no nipple clamps, but you said
nothing about a clit clip.” He held the tweezer-style clamps with rubber grips
for her to see. A metal ring hugged the length of the evil thing, while a small
bell dangled from the end. To add to her anxiety, Stan shook it, creating a
light, ringing sound.

Kayla almost screamed not just no but fuck,
no. Yet she held back the curse. Barry wouldn’t let Stan hurt her. And
truthfully, the nipple clamps were uncomfortable at first, but after the pain
dulled, the sweetest sensitivity remained.

“You should see your love bud. It’s so
plump, full of blood, begging to be squeezed.” Barry’s wicked words stroked her
arousal, goading her on.

The need to please him overrode her fear.
Still, she couldn’t help her muscles tensing as she fought the urge to close
her legs. There was no doubt in her mind this was going to hurt.

As the clamp released on her clit, she felt
nothing but a slight pressure. Relief pushed between her thin lips. Then that
pressure began to build and build. She bucked her hips and the bell tingled. A
little tighter still and she inhaled sharply.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Kayla couldn’t make up her mind whether she
liked the taut sensation or not. Then a tongue flattened across her flesh, the
bell sounded and she cried out from pleasure.

Her gaze went to her thighs to see both men
positioned between her legs, each one taking turns licking, sucking and
teasing. With each pass of their tongues, her hips rose off the bed, that damn
bell rang and she couldn’t suppress the soft, breathy noises forced from her
throat.

In just a few minutes, they had worked her into
a wild frenzy. She panted and moaned, squirming uncontrollably as their tongues
fucked her, propelling her higher and higher. She was about to fall over the
edge when they pulled away. A frown furrowed her brows.

Kayla glared down at them.

“You didn’t think we were going to let you
come? What kind of a punishment would that be?” Barry asked.

Slamming her head back on a pillow, she
released a whimper of frustration. The need to climax and the intense pressure
from the clit clamp made her writhe wildly in search of fulfillment. It was
humiliating, and by their cocky grins they knew it.

“I think it’s time for that spanking.” Stan
got off the bed and moved toward the table.

Barry followed, retrieving a chair, a rope,
and a pair of nylon manacles before he moved toward a swag lamp hanging in the
corner. He stepped atop the chair and that’s when Kayla saw the D-ring masked
by the chain holding the lamp. After threading the rope through the ring, Barry
stepped down and set the chair aside.

God. The man was an Adonis, from the span
of his muscled chest to his narrow hips and corded thighs. She loved everything
about this man, from his body to the tender way he kissed her, made love to
her. Tingles spread through her body. Her nipples beaded, her breasts full and heavy
with need. She wanted him to touch her, kiss her, to make love to her.

“Come here, baby.” His pet name smoothed
across her skin like a caress.

The bell tinkled with every move she made.
When she stood before him, he secured her wrists with the manacles before
attaching them to the rope. In no time her hands were above her head. The
position raised her breasts, presenting them to him. But the thing that chilled
her, that sent a shiver racing through her, was the vulnerability that stole
over her. For some crazy reason it almost felt liberating.

His warm palm smoothed over her cheek.
“God, I want to fuck you.”

Her pussy wept for him. Kayla felt it drip
on her leg.

From out of nowhere, the urge to tell him
how she felt about him surfaced, but the tender words were stifled when Stan
stepped forward with a cat-o’-nine-tails. Nine knotted cords fell from the whip
against his palm as he walked behind her.

Kayla bit down on her bottom lip. The
mantra, “Barry won’t let him hurt me,” hummed over and over in her head.
Another wave of excitement poured through her, dampening her thighs.

“Spread your legs.” The playfulness was
gone from Stan’s voice when it came from behind her.

Nervously, she wet her lips, sucking the
bottom one between her teeth. Her head tilted, listening, while her body grew
tense again.

“Easy, baby.” Barry ran a finger across her
bottom lip until she released the grip her teeth had, and then he pressed his
mouth to hers, catching her startled breath when the cool flogger swept lightly
across her shoulder. A tremor assailed her as the leather slid down her back,
then through her legs, setting off the bell hanging from her clit. “That’s it,
relax.”

It was easy to relax when Barry’s strong
hands caressed her. His touch was so gentle, so reassuring. But the tranquility
didn’t last long when a sharp sting cracked across an ass cheek.

Kayla yelped, straining against Barry and
her bonds.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

“Yes.” Oh God, yes. As if a million fire
ants were biting her skin.

The whip bit into her other cheek and a
whimper slipped from her lips. She trembled but Barry was there to soothe her
with soft words and kisses. There was something in his low, consoling voice
that made Kayla almost pray for the next strike so she could hear his breathy
words.

Stan dragged the tails softly over her body
once again. “You should see how the strands mark her beautiful skin. I could
play with her for hours.”

That’s when the next crack of his flogger
fell, striking the back of both her thighs. She didn’t have time to breathe
before the next one struck her ass, then her thighs, again and again.

Kayla wasn’t aware she was weeping, begging
for it to end, until Barry’s encouragement cut through the fog her mind had
become. She looked through misty eyes and he smiled so tenderly.

“Do you want to use your safe word? Kayla?
Baby? It would please me if you withstood several more.”

How could she refuse him?

“Yes. Yes. Please.” Kayla thought she must
have become immune to the pain, because the following hits struck without
feeling. Had she gone numb? But then Barry swiped his hand between her thighs,
stroking her and ringing the bell.

A series of spasms quaked in her pussy.
Then her body went off as if she’d been shot from a cannon, soaring through
clouds of ecstasy. She jerked against her bonds, shaking with each contraction
as Barry’s arms went around her, his deep voice the only thing keeping her
anchored to the here and now.

As she started to come down from the carnal
ecstasy, she realized that sometime during her struggle, her agony had
manifested into central elements of exotic pleasure. Never would she have
guessed that pain and vulnerability could be so arousing or that she could so
thoroughly trust the man holding her.

As Barry released her wrists, Stan removed
the clit clamp. Blood rushed into the small organ, setting off another orgasm
that shook her to the core. Her knees buckled and Stan caught her.

“I told you that I’d catch you if you
fell,” he whispered against her ear.

She writhed, moaning as he scooped her up
in his strong arms and carried her to the bed, transferring her into Barry’s
care before he disappeared from her sight. Soft butterfly kisses were pressed
to her lips, her nose and her eyes as Barry laid her down. Kayla reached for
him but he slipped from her grasp.

“Soon, baby.” He left her to join Stan.

They were whispering something as they
donned condoms, but in her sedated condition she couldn’t make out their words.
Her body felt like one big throb of delight. She closed her eyes, savoring the
sensation. It might have been a minute, maybe longer. Perhaps she had fallen
asleep, because the movement on the bed had her eyelids drifting open.