His Second Wife

Chapter 77

~Christopher’s POV~

“Three!” Another tear rolled down her cheek.

“Nope, princess, we are still on two.” I barked at her and spanked her slutty ass once more. She whimpered, and then I walked over to look at her face as she continued to whimper while her lips were parted in a moaning motion. Her back was arched on the cross. My little Christ. She was fucking amazing. I strolled over to check on her and see what kind of impact I was having on her. I stood in front of her and she arched back again, pushing her breasts up. I wanted to lean over and take a nipple between my teeth.

Fuck!

I’d like to fuck her tits. Maybe I will. Heck no, maybe I will. My gaze was drawn all the way to her treasure.

Oh, my God! Her body is enticing. My thumb traces her thighs and swats her ass once more, and she gasps, jerking my dick to attention. My hand skated back to her thighs from behind and released the strap, landing exactly where the first two had. She screamed.

“Three!” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Good girl.” I expected her to make a mistake. I waited no more and completed the two. I paused to admire my work. She was now crying. I walked around to look at her. I turned her head slightly and connected my lips with hers. My pants got uncomfortably tight. When I ran my hand down her bare chest, her nipple emerged from under my tease-y thumbs and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“If you are a good girl, I might reward you,” I said, and I continued to tease her. Finally, I realized my little Christ was from the cross. She lost her balance a little, so I helped her stand up straight and

guided her back to the fuck bench. “Since you can take a strap, well, why don’t we continue our little session, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” I complimented her because she enjoys being praised. I strapped her face down on the fuck bench tightly. After taking a step back, I slashed the strap across her slutty ass. This time, she only gasped. Getting used to the strap, huh?

Let’s see how she’ll do being caned. I went with a long birch cane. She didn’t notice when I switched the strap to a cane. I took a step back and struck it against her ass. She cried out loudly, and the sound went straight to my cock. The cry turned into a scream after the second strike. Her screams filled my ears as I struck the fifth strike. I set the cane down on the table. I circled back around to take another look at the artwork I had just performed.

Her ass became a lovely, bright red as a result of the cane.

“Turn,” I commanded, and took four clamps and attached them to her pussy, and pulled them wide as I attached them to the bench. Two more to her clit and added a little weight. She cried out, and I slid one finger into her cunt. “You can use your safe word if it’s too much to handle.”

Her tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded. Her nod traveled right through to my dick because it presented an image of her head bobbing up and down on my cock.

Fucking hell, Camille!

Her cry turned into a moan. I added another finger. She was still moaning. I wanted to hear her scream. The third finger didn’t do it.

Fuck it!

I was attempting to get a scream out of her, so I rammed my hand into her cunt, and she let out a scream and started shaking.

“Fuck me,” I grumbled, adding a fourth finger. Fuck, I’m adding a thumb and another scream ripped through her. “I will make you feel pain and pleasure at the same time, Princess.” I shoot between her legs, using my knees to spread her apart. “Such a lovely pussy, all mine.” She flinched, slightly. I stared at her little pussy, trying to figure out how I was going to fit into that tiny little hole without ripping her apart. I skimmed my fingers up her thigh to her apex. I bent down and smelled her. She has a lovely scent. I teased her with my tongue to get a taste of her pussy. I teased my tongue into her tight hole. Holy fucking hell, this is going to be so good. I was working my tongue around her clit and the clamps when she let out a scream as I did so. I continued sucking and nipping my way around her clit until she was squirming on the fuck bench. I took a step back and lightly slapped her cunt, and she screamed. I was expecting her to ‘safe word’ because I slapped her kitty while her clamps were still on. I took a look at her already pebbled clit. My firm cock was already rubbing up against my jeans, causing some discomfort. It had been hard since I made her my little savior, “Jesus”, on the cross.

“On your knees on the bed, princess, with your face down and your ass up for me to see and take in any way I see fit,” I commanded, and a shudder ran down her spine. She quickly walked over to the bed, climbed up, and got into position. I approached her and spanked her right butt cheek, followed by the left. Juice began to flow from her sex as if it were pee. She was prepared, but not in the way I had hoped. I wanted her butt cheeks to be tomato red.

I picked up a different cane and swished it through the air, and her body flinched.

It was the cane.

The cane is my little princess’s weakness. This is going to be a lot of fun.