Sinn and Wisdom part II

Kimber Woods should know better by now. One long, brutal session ought to have beaten the fight out of her, left her quiet and compliant. But here she is again, still hesitating, and Sinn Sage is done waiting. She steps in close, voice low and mean, and starts fixing clothespins along Kimber’s tits in tight, merciless rows. Each pinch draws a whimper; each whimper earns another strike from the flogger Sinn keeps at her hip. The room smells like leather and sweat. Kimber’s wrists are cuffed above her head, ankles spread and locked to the floor. She can’t close her legs, can’t cover herself, can’t do anything but take it. Sinn lands the flogger again, harder, across the backs of Kimber’s thighs, counting the strokes out loud so Kimber can hear how many she’s earned. Every time Kimber bucks or moans too loud, Sinn adds another pin or another lash, until the sub’s skin is a map of red lines and clipped flesh. Only when Kimber is shaking and dripping does Sinn pull the pins free, one by one, twisting them so the sting blooms fresh. Then she grabs a fistful of Kimber’s hair and shoves her down onto her knees. A thick cock waits, already hard, and Kimber is made to swallow it without using her hands. She gags; Sinn pushes deeper. Spit runs down Kimber’s chin while Sinn counts every sloppy inch she takes. When the shaft is slick and Kimber’s eyes are glassy, Sinn hauls her up, bends her over the bench, and guides that cock straight into her cunt. Kimber is ordered to ride, slow at first, then faster, each thrust punctuated by another slap of the flogger across her ass. Sinn keeps talking the whole time—filthy, exact words that tell Kimber exactly what kind of desperate, cock-hungry slut she is and how she’ll be punished if she slows down. Kimber’s thighs shake. She’s edged until her voice cracks, begging to come, but permission never arrives. Instead she’s yanked off the cock and dropped to the floor again, mouth open, tongue out, ready to catch every drop when the load finally spills across her lips and tongue. She swallows loud enough for the whole dungeon to hear, because that’s what Sinn expects, and tonight she won’t be allowed to waste a single thing.