Trapped Between Two Alphas

(Annabel POV)

Kaden removed his tight leather pants and then he turned around and slid forward until his ass was at the edge of the couch cushion in front of me. "Get to it," he commanded.

I didn't hesitate. I immediately leaned forward and licked around his asshole. I probed lightly with my tongue, then stiffened it and pushed it a little ways inside him.

"Is that the best you can do?"

I sealed my lips around his opening and thrust my tongue as far into his asshole as I could, then wiggled it and pushed it deep inside him with long, powerful thrusts.

For the first time that evening, he let out a low, deep groan. "Finally, I found something you're good at."

I kept my tongue long and flat and furiously pushed it deep into his ass. I ensured I kept my mouth nice and wet, and after a few seconds, a little stream of my saliva was running down the crack of his ass and collecting on his balls. He began slowly stroking his cock and he allowed me to rim him for several minutes.

"Okay, that's enough,” he said gruffly.

I fell back onto my ass and desperately tried to catch my breath, and for the first time I realized sweat was glistening off my body.

He looked down at me. "Better," he said grudgingly. He helped me up onto my feet. "Turn around.” I did, and he untied my wrists. "Go stand under the bar."

I went as he'd ordered while trying to rub some feeling back into my wrists. The ropes that were wet with my secretions continued to stimulate me. I swung my hips provocatively as I slowly walked in my high heels towards the bar in the center of the room.

"You know how to use that sexy body of yours to turn me on," he said huskily from behind me. When I got there I turned to face him and smiled saucily.

Slowly, he walked over and stood in front of me. The cuffs he had used were still attached to the bar; he gestured for me to raise my arms and he fastened them around my wrists. Then he went to the wall of toys and returned, carrying a leather slapper.

I felt the heavy leather make contact with my ass. He didn't waste any time, and unlike two weeks ago the intensity rapidly increased. I started involuntarily dancing around on the tips of my toes, subconsciously trying to dodge the strikes, but he timed my body's movements perfectly, never missing a beat as whack after whack rained down on the globes of my ass. I couldn't help but moan and cry out as the pain intensified. But then suddenly my endorphins kicked in and I basked in a dreamy glow of sexual pleasure. I stood still and pushed my hips towards him, meeting the sharp, stinging whacks.

He immediately recognized what had happened, and he began stroking my pussy and rubbing the tips of his fingers over my engorged clit. I moaned and pushed back harder in a vain attempt to push his fingers inside me. In an instant, my body began to climb and I was suddenly very close to reaching an orgasm. As soon as he realized I was on the edge, he quickly withdrew his fingers, and I let out a deep, frustrated groan.

"Do you want something, little girl?" he said wickedly.

"Please, I want to come,” I whimpered

"Do you think you've earned that pleasure?” he said sternly.

My body was on fire and I couldn't think, but I willed my hazy mind to focus. "I need it ... please ... please let me come for you," I moaned.

"No."

He reached around and roughly pawed at my bound breasts, and I let out another deep moan. The tight ropes had made them so sensitive, the additional stimulation pushed me even closer to release. A deep shiver coursed through my body that reverberated between my legs to my soaked pussy. When he touched my erect nipples, I thought I might lose consciousness from the exquisite sensations.

"Please ... God ... please ..." I begged over and over. Being denied and being forced to beg for release was humiliating, but at the same time it was intensely arousing; I loved being under the control of this dominant man. He continued to tweak my hyper-sensitive nipples and then it happened. Without warning, I shrieked and exploded into an incredible orgasm. I had never experienced anything like that. I'd always needed a finger, tongue, or cock inside me or on my clit to climax and I'd had no idea it was even possible to reach orgasm from having my nipples played with. But it has actually happened.

"How ... how ... did you do that?" I said while still trying to catch my breath.

"Did you like it?" he asked slyly.

"Of course I liked it, but I had no idea it was even possible.”

"Well, now you know it's possible, at least for you. Not every submissive is capable of it, but I'd thought maybe you could and I was right."

"It ... it ... was just amazing," I said breathlessly.

He shot me a little smile.

He slowly unwound the ropes from my body, teasing my pussy from time to time to keep me in a state of arousal. When he had completely removed the ropes, he released my arms from the bar and led me to the couch. He handed me a bottle of water, which I quickly drank in a couple of swigs. Once again, he left to give me some privacy.

After a few minutes, he entered the room, making me realize I probably didn't have as much privacy as I thought.

"Would you like more water?"

"No, Sir, I'm okay for now."

"Return to the bar," he said sternly.

"Yes, daddy."

I followed him over to the middle of the room and he reattached the cuffs around my wrists. Then he went to the wall of implements and returned shaking out a long leather whip. He swung it back and forth a couple of times; it was more than four feet long, with a leather knob he was holding at one end and some sort of short fringe at the other. When he got closer, I could see that the fringe at the business end of the whip was little nylon tassels. Just the look of it scared the hell out of me. Suddenly he raised his arm and brought it down smartly; the whip flashed next to me, and a loud crack echoed through the room. I gently trembled and shook my head, saying without words that I didn't want that thing anywhere near me, but he just smiled.

"Are you afraid?"

Afraid? I'm scared shitless. "Y-y-yes, daddy, I am,” I said in a very unsteady voice.

"Do you think I'll injure you?"

“I... 1... don't know."

"That's really it, isn't it, the fear of the unknown.”

Another head game, I thought. He'd been playing with my mind all night and we both knew he was deep inside it now.

"Yes, Sir, maybe it is."

"I'll share a little secret with you. Your beautiful, sexy body was made for this whip.”

My knees were gently shaking and my body trembled as I took in his dark, sensual words. "Maybe I am,” I whispered. Maybe I am, but that doesn't make my fear any less real, I thought.

"This instrument can give you the pleasure you seek, all you have to do is trust me."

I had safewords and I could stop him at any time, or even prevent this from happening at all. Then I remembered the flogger and the cane. I was terrified, but I had the courage to let it happen. I have to overcome my fear, and that would result in pleasure like I'd never experienced before. In that moment of clarity, I realized I just needed to be brave enough to let it happen.

"I want this,” I whispered.

"You want what, little girl, say it," he said sensually.

"I want you to whip me.”

He smiled. "Good girl."

He moved behind me. Unconsciously, I was hyperventilating, and I desperately tried to get my body and my emotions under control. He took the fringe at the end of the whip in his hand and ran it lightly over my skin from shoulder to waist, and the feeling was sensual rather than distressing, and I felt my body start to somewhat relax. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel and the smell of the leather. When I first saw the terrifying sight of that menacing whip I'd lost most of my arousal, but as he slid the fringe across my ass, over my breasts, and through the lips of my vagina my body once again awakened. He ran the little tassels over my nipples and they instantly hardened. He slid the end of the whip around my nipple and it grew and stiffened in response. Then he slid the leather body of the whip over my stomach and my muscles tingled. The lips of my vagina were wet and engorged, and it was difficult to control my breathing.

As I watched from the large mirror in front of me, he took a few steps back and began swinging the whip back and forth horizontally. His motion was very steady and consistent, moving only his wrist and flicking the whip back and forth so it passed within a few inches of my body without touching me. I thought of closing my eyes, but I didn't. I wanted to experience everything. Unlike that initial crack, the whip made only soft popping sounds as it moved past me. Then he slowly inched forward until the end of the whip was just grazing my ass

I was expecting sharp, debilitating pain, but that wasn't the case. My skin tingled as the whip continued its back-and-forth motion. The strikes started to sting, but it was a sensual, erotic sensation, and I started to feel the flesh on my butt warm where the fringe had made contact with my skin. I relaxed even more, and as I did he paused periodically to sensuously slide the whip across my shoulders, to caress my back and breasts, and to whisper into my ear.

"Do you like how it feels?"

"I like it,” I whimpered, "and I want more.”

"Like any other instrument on that wall, it can provide both pain and pleasure.”

My entire body was on fire and my secretions were dripping down the insides of my thighs. "Please, give me more, daddy," I begged.

"It's something you need now, isn't it?"

"Yes," I whispered.

He stepped away from me and resumed the gentle touches, and my body started involuntarily swaying from side to side as I became more aroused. He was masterful in the way he slowly teased me. He wasn't in a rush, he was taking his time, toying with me, playing with my body as well as my mind. My face was flushed and it felt like every nerve ending was on fire. Gradually, the tingles turned into stings as the pain intensified. My breathing was becoming rapid and shallow as the pain began to mix with pleasure.

Suddenly the whipping stopped and he moved in front of me. He held my face in his hand and he gave me a hot, passionate kiss. I responded eagerly, my tongue dancing with his. When he reached out with one hand to caress my breasts and tweak my erect nipples, I squirmed and shivered, and then he sent his other hand to slide the leather knob at the end of the whip's handle through my dripping-wet slit. I moaned into his mouth and kissed him harder. Then he took a step back and broke the passionate contact. My body physically ached in sexual need. My nipples were hard and erect and my pussy was on fire.

"Do you want to be fucked or whipped?" he demanded