Red by Kate Kinsey Read Free Book Online

thwap!
    “Pathetic bastard, making me . . . wait . . . for . . . you!”
    The crop punctuated the last four words. He swayed on the high heels, feeling the heat spread along his backside.
    She moved around in front of him and grabbed his hair. She yanked his head up and stared into his eyes.
    “Fuckin’ piss-ant cocksucker.”
    She let go of him and walked over to the wall of toys.
    “MMmfff,” he grunted, watching her with miserable eagerness. Oh, please, Mistress, he wanted to beg . . . Please, the big wooden paddle!
    “I don’t give a shit what you want, asshole. You’ll take what I give you and be thankful for it.”
    Yes, Ma’m! Yes, Ma’am, always . . .
    She grabbed his balls, stretching them away from his body, and then he felt the excruciating pressure of the metal clamps biting into his scrotum.
    “Don’t you dare move your filthy hands off the legs of that bench. Move and I’ll chain your ass down and leave you there all night.”
    The leather flapper of the crop flickered back and forth against his ass cheeks, then down to his balls. Softly at first, a tease that made him squirm and moan.
    “Look at you.” She laughed. “Pushing your ass out, just like a whore.”
    She moved the crop faster now: back and forth, back and forth, the edge of it grazing his balls until they began to sting.
    “Dance, fucker. Dance for me.”
    He couldn’t help it, torn between the desire to twist away from the pain and the need to take it, to take it all and more. He heard the clamps jangle against each other, and with every tinkle, their teeth pulled sharply.
    He didn’t think he could bear it a moment longer. God, it was sweet, that mother-fucking sting!
    She left his balls and hit him a few more times on the fleshy buttocks.
    She walked away again. He lay there panting, waiting. Sweat made his stomach stick to the vinyl padding.
    Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
    Oh, Christ, the paddle! The paddle! He almost wept with gratitude.
    The weight of it pushed him against the bench, made the legs screech against the wooden floor.
    She was swinging with both hands now, slower but harder. The shock wave of every mighty thwap! made the clamps jingle.
    Then, he felt her nails trail lightly over his burning ass. The cool, sharp prickle sent shivers through him, made his legs weak with yearning.
    “Mmmgg,” he moaned. The drool was running from the corners of his mouth.
    “Christ, look at you! You’re a fuckin’ mess. Get on your knees.”
    He dropped hard, feeling his kneecaps scream as they hit the floor. Then the pointed toe of her dainty blue kitten-heels crashed into his groin.
    He screamed and fell forward, barely catching himself in time to keep his face from smashing into the floor.
    “Up, on your knees, you sorry bastard,” she hissed at him.
    He struggled up onto his knees before her.
    She opened the kimono to reveal the plastic eight-inch cock jutting out in front of her.
    She grabbed his head and roughly unbuckled the gag, taking some of his hair out at the root.
    “Oh, Mistress—”
    But she was shoving the plastic cock into his mouth. Once she had it between his lips, she grabbed his hair with both hands to hold his head firmly in place.
    “Shut up and suck my dick. Suck it, bitch.”
    The dildo hit the back of his throat, and he did his best not to gag. The taste of the silicone was terrible, almost acidic. The head of it caught the roof of his mouth and he tasted his own blood.
    “You’re my bitch, aren’t you? Take every goddamned inch of it, you cocksucker.”
    She thrust her hips, driving her “prick” so deep that he did gag.
    She grabbed his nose between two fingers and pinched his nostrils shut. He made terrible gurgling sounds as he struggled to catch a breath between her strokes.
    “Ugg,” he choked. “Uugggr . . .”
    The need for oxygen burned in his chest. He was just on the edge of panic as she released his nose and granted him air once more.
    His scalp stung as she once again held his hair by