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The wind whistled through the old house’s little cracks and gaps. When it buffeted the windows the wind sounded not unlike a shrieking spirit, begging for entry. Or perhaps, begging for escape. Izzy allowed her robe to fall open to inspect the scarring on her stomach. It had finally stopped itching and now looked worse than it felt.
She shrugged the robe off the rest of the way. Stede Bonnet had left rows of fancy clothes and gilded furniture in the house. Izzy would’ve liked to refuse it all on principle, but her leathers needed time to breathe and in the wake of injury her skin ached for pliant fabrics.
Izzy pondered her breasts in the mirror. She lifted her hands to hold them and feel their warm weight. In some ways her and Stede had similar body types. They had hips and tits, nearly no ass. Stede was taller, her hair more glamorous and blonde. Izzy let her breasts drop. She carefully eased into the bathtub. The side was high enough that she had to use a step stool, brace with her hands on the lips and then lower down slowly. It was worth the hassle for the feel of the hot water on her aching muscles. Particularly her sore nub.
The knocker on the door echoed through the home, once, twice, three times. Izzy didn’t rush down the spiraling staircase, nor through the grand foyer. When she cracked the door open she saw someone she hadn’t expected: Ned Low.
She was dressed in impeccably tailored clothes that were a soft blue. Her hair had grown longer, but was tightly styled half up. She held a violin case in one hand and a trunk in the other. It was as if her tumble into the sea had never happened.
“I apologize for disturbing you,” Ned said. Her eyes dragged down Izzy’s body with distain. “But I was hoping to talk to Stede Bonnet.”
“She’s not here.” Izzy sighed and sniffed. It was getting cold outside, enough that her nose was running. “Even if she was, she wouldn’t duel you.”
“A conversation is all I wanted, not a duel.” Ned lowered her cases onto the ground. “Shit, those are heavy, my bad for thinking I could carry them. Do you know when she’ll be back?”
Izzy lifted up her hands. “Why would I know that? She does what she wants.”
“Can I stay until she returns?”
Izzy didn’t want to let this crazy bitch stay, but ultimately what could she do by herself? During their last encounter her minions had done most of the work and they were long gone now. “Fine.” Izzy opened the door wider to allow Ned to walk inside. “You’ll have to take care of yourself, clean up after yourself. There’s a food delivery every two weeks. I’ll tell them to bring extra from now on. This place is huge. Preferably we never run into each other.”
Ned fumbled with her bags as she soaked up the grand insides. “Understandable. Is there a room I should take? The biggest one, surely.”
“I don’t care which one. Try the third floor.”
“That’s a lot of stairs,” Ned whined. “Is there an elevator?”
“Yes.” Izzy walked her to the elevator behind the swirling staircase. “It’s extremely slow.”
“That won’t bother me,” Ned said imperiously. “I’ll get out of your hair, then.” She slid the decorous iron gate out of the way and stepped inside the elevator with her bags. Izzy closed the gate again for her.
As the elevator shuddered to life, Izzy said, “How the fuck did you live over that?”
Ned met her eyes through the iron lattice. “It was horrible,” she said. Her eyes went glassy with some awful memory and then she was out of sight.
Izzy held the kerosene lamp out in front of her to light the way back to her room. She’d chosen one at the end of the first floor hall, despite the set of stairs it required her to walk up and down. Most often she chose to use the servant’s stairway, which was through a door between the last two rooms.
It was in this stairwell that she heard the violin. The tune was something classical, but Izzy couldn’t place it. It sounded rather melancholy.
She opened the door into the hall and shut it tightly behind her. She could not hear the music now.
“There’s a piano?” Ned shouted in delight. “You didn’t tell me there was a piano.” She took off her white satin gloves to run her bare fingers over the keys. “Of course, I prefer violin, but there can be such wonderful duets with a piano. Do you play?”
With Ned’s eyes on her Izzy faltered. She had been planning to lie, but somehow couldn’t find the words to. “I do.”
“Excellent. I’m not sure if you’re trained in the classics, but if what you say is true we have time before Bonnet returns.”
“We’re not a traveling show,” Izzy snarked. “It’s not even in tune.”
“I know how to do that.” Ned closed the lid over the keys and redonned her gloves. “I’ll take care of it as soon as I find a tuning fork in this house.”
“You might be looking for a long time.”
“I’m sure there’s one around with a piano as sexy as this one.” Ned crossed the room, her sleek bone-colored boots clicked on the wooden floors. “It’s a shame there’s no one to entertain.”
Izzy didn’t avoid her gaze. She met it head on with a challenge. “Entertain? Perhaps you could do some of the housework if your hands are so eager to be busy.”
“Housework?” Ned said indignantly. “My hands weren’t made for something as menial as housework. They’re for making art.”
“Maybe you can artfully sweep the floors,” Izzy muttered. “I told you if you stayed you’d have to keep to yourself.” She turned to walk away. “Don’t tell me you’re lonely .” Izzy could feel Ned’s body tense with rage. She wouldn’t have been surprised if Ned had stomped her foot on the floor like a little girl. Izzy didn’t wait for Ned to collect herself as she disappeared around the corner and into the kitchen.
“You are infuriating,” Ned whispered. “I am going to slice your tongue from your mouth so all you could do is moan at me.”
Izzy sneered. Ned’s weight was heavy on her hips and chest, and despite herself she was growing hot under the duvet. “And then who would answer all your stupid questions?” She felt her throat graze the steel wire with every word.
Ned let out an exasperated noise. She leapt off of Izzy and started pacing the floor. Her hair was down, white and wild, and her white nightgown was askew as if Ned had been tugging at it all night. “You look at me like, like I don’t know you’re hungry?” Ned said. “But I don’t know what you want.”
“That’s brave of you,” Izzy said. “Admitting you don’t know what you’re doing.” She meant it in a snarky way, but it came out almost sincerely. “But, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She smiled lazily at Ned without rising. Oh, she wanted Ned to come back at her throat with her hands next time.
“There it is, again. You’re doing it again,” Ned said. She pointed her finger at Izzy in indignation. “You’re insane.”
“I heard you once burned a lighthouse keeper’s face down to the bone with his own beacon.”
“Yeah?” Ned stopped pacing and folded her arms. “He had information I needed to know.” Izzy squinted at her and the silence pulled words from Ned like a dam had broken. “His screams were beautiful. He was a good study, too. That tone of his, and when he hit just the right note as the fog horn sounded…it was a symphony.”
“How creative,” Izzy said dryly. “Is that why you’re in my room? To tell me about your art projects?”
“You brought it up!” Ned finally lunged for Izzy and those bare hands went for her throat. Yes, lovely.
“Atta girl,” Izzy choked out before Ned closed her windpipe successfully.
Ned’s hands relaxed in surprise. “What?” She sat back on her ass and her hands smoothed down Izzy’s neck and then her chest. “What did you say? Why did you say that?”
“Everything’s always so difficult with you,” Izzy said. She could barely speak with Ned seated right on her lungs. “Where’s Ned Low been?”
“What? You mean the torture? There’s no one around for miles,” Ned pouted.
“And now the little lady is itching for something to do,” Izzy said. She eased to sit up and Ned crawled back. “Do you touch yourself after we fight?”
“What?” Ned asked sharply. Her cheeks went red, but Izzy could see them from the moonlight through the gauzy curtains. “How did you know that? Are you spying on me?”
“Don’t have to. It’s clear you’re aching for it,” Izzy said. “Otherwise, why did you come crawling into my bed?”
“It wasn’t like that!” Ned looked near tears. “I didn’t actually want to kill you, but you kept saying things and I was so angry.”
“Ned,” Izzy said. She made sure the woman looked her in the eyes. “Go back to your room and write in that little journal of yours about what you really wanted to do to me.” Before Ned could protest Izzy held up a hand. “Save it. When you’re done you’ll bring it to me to read over breakfast tomorrow. Do you understand?”
“Why would I do that?” Ned asked. “What if you use it against me?”
“If I wanted to hurt you, Ned, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to do so. Now go.”
“Yes, alright.” Ned stood and searched the floor for her steel wire. She carefully picked it up and then slipped out of the room without so much as a goodnight.
At breakfast Ned walked into the dining room with a book in her hand. She placed it on the table in front of Izzy with an expectant look.
“Sit down, eat,” Izzy said. “Then I’ll read it.”
Ned huffed, but did as she was told.
Izzy opened the journal to where it was ribbon marked.
I want to make you bleed. I want to rub a knife over your tongue before I slash you with it, and then drink your blood myself. I would have a napkin nearby to clean my mouth after. You would sing your pain to me, a pain so exquisite that no one before had ever made you feel. The most painful pain, a pain that became pleasure.
On and on it went, but there was no mention of sex. “Ned,” Izzy said. She laid the book down. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, mostly.” Ned drank her coffee and kept moving her eyes around the room. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“I did want you to be truthful. I didn’t want you to invent some story that you thought I’d like to hear.”
“I did it wrong?”
“Not entirely,” Izzy said delicately. “For example, if I were to conduct this, I’d sit on your face after you cut me.”
“Oh.”
“You talk so much, I’m sure you’d be good at using your tongue in other ways.”
Ned flushed pink again. “I’ll add that to the entry, then. Give it to me.”
Izzy watched as Ned snatched up the book and removed a pen from her pocket. She started writing feverishly in her big cursive script.
“There. It’s in. Better?”
“Better,” Izzy nodded. “Which room did you pick?”
“The biggest one on the third floor,” Ned said as if it should be obvious.
“Come on,” Izzy said. “Show me.”
Ned’s room looked as if her trunk had exploded. There were jackets and trousers and blouses scattered around on nearly every surface. “This place is a mess,” Izzy said.
“It’s not so bad,” Ned said. “I liked that it had a desk.”
“I see that.” Izzy crossed the room and leaned against that desk. “You told me what you wanted, like I asked. So I’m letting you have a go at me. Do your worst,” Izzy said.
“I see.” Ned crouched down over her trunk. She sifted through a few things before Izzy saw her grasp hold of a wooden spoon.
“Is that all?” Izzy taunted. “Did you rob that from the kitchens?”
“Why can’t you ever just let me do what I plan on doing without feedback?” Ned said. “Keep your comments to yourself.” She roughly guided Izzy to bend over the desk and she flipped Izzy’s skirts over the back of her head. Swat .
Izzy allowed herself to just relax now. Each time the spoon hit her bare ass the pain pulsed out with a dull warmth.
“You’re being quiet,” Ned said. She spanked Izzy again, hard. “Should I go harder?” Ned asked quietly.
“Mm, no,” Izzy said into the desk. “Just keep going.”
Ned seemed to perk up. “Okay.” She continued to hit and hit, changing between each cheek. The pain did start to build and after countless times of the spoon hitting her ass, Izzy audibly groaned.
Ned paused and then returned with more force. Izzy yelped with each hit now and each time she also jerked into the edge of the desk. Her cunt was wet and shoved against her dress, soaking the fabric and smearing oddly over her skin.
“You have a beautiful voice, the grit to it,” Ned said. “Like steel wool.”
Izzy was in the strangest predicament of having to decide when they were done. That hadn’t ever been for her to say, whether it was true or not. Ned kept going enthusiastically, but Izzy could feel herself reaching the point where she might start to feel sick. It helped she didn’t have to look Ned in the eye. “That’s enough.”
The next spank barely grazed her as Ned redirected. “What?”
“That’s enough.”
Ned set the spoon onto the desk and gently pulled Izzy’s skirts back down to cover her bottom. “You sounded really good,” Ned said. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and she gestured excitedly as she spoke. “And your skin turns red with only the slightest hit, after a minute or two you looked as though you couldn’t take anymore but you did.”
Izzy sighed at the tea stain now cooling on the chest of her blouse. That would need to be soaked immediately if she wanted to wear this again. She started unbuttoning her shirt.
She walked it to the sink, plugged the drain and started to fill the basin with cold water. She heard Ned’s footsteps too late, only as they came to a halt in the doorway.
“Are you just going to stare?” Izzy asked without turning around.
“I’m not staring,” Ned said.
Izzy dropped the shirt and turned around. Her undergarments were still on, but for someone as uptight as Ned, perhaps this upset her.
“Your back,” Ned said. “Will you show me?” The curiosity and lust in her eyes pushed Izzy to say yes.
Izzy pushed one of the straps of her chemise down, then the other. She unlaced her corset and placed it on the counter.
Ned circled her like a prowling wildcat. “Oh, it’s beautiful,” Ned said. She ran her fingers over the scars so delicately that it sent a shiver down Izzy’s back. “Was this a few times or one long punishment?”
“The second one.”
“I wish they hadn’t marked you like that,” Ned said. “It looks amateurish.”
“Plenty of men and women have left their mark on me,” Izzy said. “It’s the way it is.”
“Not me,” Ned said imperiously.
“Are you asking to mark me, love?” Izzy asked warmly.
“No,” Ned squeaked. She cleared her throat. “At least not yet. B-but if you were going to, how would you do it?”
Izzy pivoted to face her. “Something bloody,” Izzy said. “Maybe I’d chase you through the house in that white nightgown of yours, slash your thigh and maybe up here.” Izzy placed her hand over Ned’s collarbone. “Not deep, just enough to cover you in blood.”
“Yeah?” Ned’s pupils were blown. Izzy noticed her hands tightening into fists. “I’m not very good at pain, but I could manage that.”
“I’m sure you’d handle it because you’d have to. I wouldn’t give you another option.”
“Oh,” Ned said. She seemed confused as to whether she liked that or not. “And in this fantasy do I get to mark you?”
“If you behave yourself, then I don’t see why not.”
“Ooh.” Ned grabbed Izzy’s hand and held it up to her mouth. She placed her teeth suddenly over Izzy’s ring finger, not biting yet, just warning. She looked at Izzy through her lashes, then slowly withdrew so she could speak. “Maybe not a finger,” she said. “You need those.” Izzy turned her hand and cradled the side of Ned’s face. “What about a mark here?” Ned kept hold of Izzy’s hand against her face so she could point to a place on her forearm.
“I need the whole hand,” Izzy said quietly, mesmerized.
“I’m not taking it away. Maybe I’ll carve something there. Or maybe a series of cuts, layered scar tissue like a bracelet. It would take some time.”
“That sounds fine,” Izzy said. Her voice caught on the words, showing how fine she truly found it.
“Oh, and every time you play the piano it might reopen,” Ned said dreamily.
“Who said I’d play for you?” Izzy said with a smile.
“You will,” Ned said darkly. She squeezed Izzy’s hand in her own. “Promise you will.”
“No,” Izzy said. “But if you continue to keep your room clean, then I might.”
“That’s not fair! I’m not some little child. You can’t order me to keep my room clean.” She removed Izzy’s hand from her face and Izzy let it drop.
“It might shock you to learn that even adults have jobs and chores,” Izzy said, eyes sparkling. “Oh, I did find rope under the sink. There’s nothing I need it for, so you can keep it.”
“Oh,” Ned said with a breathy little sigh. Her face instantly shuttered. “I mean. Maybe. I’m not sure I’ll require it.”
“Yeah,” Izzy smirked. “I’m going to cook dinner. I want your room clean by tonight.” She put her corset back on and started to button her shirt up as she walked towards the dry pantry.
“I don’t have to listen to you,” Ned said. “It’s my room.”
Izzy woke up in the pre-dawn hours to find herself bound with rope. Just as she had suspected. She looked around for Ned, but she didn’t appear to be in the room. Maybe she had gone to relieve herself.
Izzy wiggled her legs. She could feel ties around her legs, but they were decorative. Her arms were tight at her sides, but not so much that she couldn’t feel them.
The door creaked open and when Izzy looked over she saw Ned returning to the room. She was in her nightgown again with a kerosene lamp in her hand. “Oh, you’re awake,” she said.
“These are good ties,” Izzy said. “Not your first time.”
“No.” A smile spread on Ned’s face. It wasn’t the deranged smile of pleasure, but rather a content one. “You’re a heavy sleeper.”
“Have to be on ships. At least early on.” Izzy sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Is there a reason for this?”
“I don’t want to clean my room because you told me to.”
“Why not? You won’t do it if I don’t tell you to.”
“Maybe I would. We can’t know if you keep telling me.”
Izzy laughed at that. “Are all rich women like this? Belligerent teenagers even when they’re old and gray?”
Ned walked over to the bed and pinched Izzy’s arm hard. Izzy moaned at the pain and wiggled her body to feel the soothing pressure of the binds against her skin. She realized she was naked except for her underwear. She hadn’t thought about that. “That was good,” Ned said. She moved her fingers and pinched a new area. This time Izzy didn’t moan. “Hey.”
“You’re not going to obey my orders, then I have no interest in playing with you,” Izzy said.
“Maybe you don’t have a choice.”
“I won’t stop you from trying, love. Go ahead.”
“Are you gonna be quiet again?” Ned said suspiciously. She pinched Izzy with her nails, but Izzy gritted her teeth and stayed silent. “It’s not fun if you’re gonna be like that. This sucks.” She sat down next to Izzy’s legs. “You’re mean, you know that?”
“It’s not hard,” Izzy said. “You know what you have to do.”
“There, it’s clean.”
“And in what way is this clean, Miss Low?”
“Idk what you’re talking about because it’s very clean. My clothes are in the wardrobe. My bed is made.”
Izzy walked over to the bulging wardrobe and opened it. Clothes tumbled out onto the floor. “I’m amazed you have managed to look so unwrinkled during your time here.” Izzy lifted a hand to her temple. “Clean doesn’t mean ‘not visible’. Clean means everything is returned to its rightful place.” Towards the end of that sentence Izzy was almost shouting. She watched Ned’s face crumble, and then Ned seemed to get ahold of herself.
“I hate you,” she said.
So, no. She hadn’t gotten a hold on herself.
“I know I’m a guest, but- but shouldn’t that mean you treat me better.” Her breathing started to pick up as she worked herself into a frenzy. “I mean what’s to stop me from killing you and waiting for Bonnet by myself?”
“Ned,” Izzy said with disappointment coloring her tone. “All this over being asked to clean up after yourself? Should I let you live in filth, then?”
She didn’t seem to like this turn in the conversation, nor how unbothered Izzy seemed by her threats. “Stop looking at me like that,” she said. She reached out and picked up the closest implement- a scalpel she had left on the desk.
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like, like I’ll never be good enough. No matter how hard I try, it just isn’t enough,” Ned wailed.
“That’s dramatic,” Izzy said. “I’ve given you a clear way to ‘be good enough’. You just have to do it,” Izzy said firmly. “Put that scalpel down for now, take a breath, and then do it again correctly this time.”
Ned lowered her head in shame. “Yes, ma’am.”
“And Ned?” Izzy lowered her voice to a dangerous growl. “If you ever threaten to murder me again, I’ll throw you out of this house and snap your violin over my knee. Do you understand me?”
“Yes ma’am,” she squeaked.
A few days later Izzy found Ned bent over her bed trying to make it up neatly. She looked to the wardrobe and saw it was half open and rveurjtijg inside was hanged neatly.
“This is up to standards,” Izzy said, impressed. “You should’ve told me you were done.”
“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for me,” Ned said, haughtiness bleeding into a weak smile. The lie was too obvious even to her own ears.
“Well,” Izzy said. She granted Ned a genuine smile. “You’ve given me something to think about.”
“You’re going to brand me,” Izzy said. “While your scarring idea is charming, I don’t have time to be taking care of that kind of wound.”
“But-“ Ned then closed her mouth and seemed to reconsider talking back. She was clearly curious about what Izzy had in mind.
“You may choose where the brand goes and what tool to use. And when you’re done I’m going to fuck you.”
Ned’s lips parted in an echo of surprise. “Why after? Why not during?”
“Something to consider,” Izzy said with a smile. She kissed Ned on the lips, a quick peck. “Go and prepare yourself. I know how you like to put on a show.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ned said. She scurried off towards her rooms and even took the stairs. She was so eager.
Izzy stretched Ned’s cunt open wide with the cock. She smiled wickedly at Ned’s glassy eyed pleasure and the way her chest heaved with every breath. “Go ahead,” Izzy said. Her tits were big enough that Ned kept brushing against her nipples as she twisted to grab the poker from the fire.
Ned allowed it to cool for a moment before she reared back and brought the red hot end to Izzy’s arm. Izzy tensed and yelled, hot pain and adrenaline rushing through her. Her hips automatically started to buck and Ned dropped the poker onto the floor in surprise.
Ned grabbed hold of Izzy’s shoulders for dear life as Izzy thrusted deeply into her. “You did well,” Izzy said. “And now you’re going to take what I give you in return.”
“Yes,” Ned panted. “You’re so deep inside me. I can’t think.”
“You don’t need to think.” Izzy moved her hands slowly over Ned’s skin as she fucked her. Her eyes watched Ned’s small tits bounce alluringly. “You’re just a little thing to spoil, aren’t you? Waiting to be given pleasure and food and to be allowed to torture.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ned said. She dug her thumb into the brand and Izzy yelled in pain, in ecstasy. She was soaked, grinding into Ned half to reward her and half to find her own friction.
“Good girl,” Izzy slurred out. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Ned’s tits. She sucked one of her nipples, swirling her tongue and grazing it with her teeth. Ned made the most exquisite grunts and whines as she arched into Izzy’s mouth.
Izzy slashed out at her white nightgown and Ned wailed. “That hurts!” She looked down at her slashed clothes where blood was starting to trickle from the cut. Izzy swiped out again for another stinging cut. Ned yelped and jumped away. “That’s enough,” she said.
“Then you’d better run,” Izzy said.
Ned stepped back on one foot, then the other, checking Izzy’s face for sincerity. She found it. Ned started to run.
Izzy allowed her a moment to get away. She grinned when she heard the elevator grate. Oh, her girl wanted to be caught. She grabbed the harness off the dresser and strapped it on under her skirts.
She took the servant’s stairs to the ground floor where she waited just out of the view of the elevator.
The doors slid open and Ned yanked back the gate with all her might. She hesitantly looked out of the door and then started to run again. She made it a few steps before Izzy slammed into her side and Ned crumbled to the floor with an, “ Anh .”
“There’s the slut,” Izzy said. She kneeled behind Ned and lifted up the back of her skirt. “Are you ready to spread your legs for me?”
“Mm-no,” Ned whined. “This is dumb.”
Izzy reached around to Ned’s chest where she’d slashed the nightgown and pulled . With a delicious tearing sound the nightgown was open and Ned’s tits spilled out. Izzy smeared her hand through the blood and then gripped Ned’s hip tight enough to bruise. She lifted back her own skirt to reveal the silicone cock and she pressed the tip to rub against Ned’s hole. “Nice and wet, aren’t you?”
“Mm, just fuck me already,” Ned said.
“Beg.”
“Fuck me! I’ve been good so you should fuck me right now,” Ned said hurriedly.
“I’m looking for the word please, love.”
“Please,” Ned groaned. “Please please please- shit.” Her head dropped as Izzy slid inside of her. Izzy imagined the stretch was uncomfortable, but oh, how Ned clamped around her. Izzy reached up to paw at her chest.
There was a rattle across the foyer of the great door and the sound of a key sliding neatly into a lock. “They’re back,” Izzy said. She started to thrust into Ned.’
“What are you doing-nnn. They’re going to, huh, see us,” Ned said. Despite her words she couldn’t seem to stop rocking back onto Izzy’s cock.
“They’re going to see how obedient you are. What a good girl you’ve become.”
“No,” Ned said and her eyes welled up with tears. Izzy could hear it in her voice.’
“You’re tightening up thinking about them seeing you,” Izzy growled. The door opened and in walked Stede and Ed, chatting about the train up. They did not turn and look at the two of them.
Izzy wrapped her hand around Ned’s mouth and jammed two fingers onto her tongue. “Shhh,” she said. “They can’t see you, but they can hear you.”
“Mmmph,” Ned moaned. Drool slid over Izzy’s fingers and started to drip onto the floor. Stede and Ed passed them and started to ascend the staircase. As they drew near Izzy moved her hips in a slow, deep and dirty grind. Ned was sobbing and drooling, tits swinging.
Ed cocked her head. “Did you hear something?”
Stede looked around. “Hmm. Maybe there are pigeons in the rafters. Do you think I should’ve hired someone to look after the place after all?” she fretted.
“I’m sure it’s fine,” Ed said. “Come on, this suitcase is fuckin’ heavy.”
They disappeared from view. Izzy released Ned’s mouth and brought her spit slick hand down to grab Ned’s hips and yanks her backwards. Izzy laid on her back with Ned spread out and vulnerable over top of her.
“You knew,” Ned said. “You let me haunt the place anyway.” She reached down to rub her clit quickly. “Please don’t stop. Please.”
“That’s right and now you’re my little torture slut.”
Ned trembled and wailed as she came, clamping down hard. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she squirted a cute little spray over her thighs and Izzy’s cock. “I didn’t know I could do that,” she panted.
Ned brought the riding crop down on Izzy’s exposed pussy. “Fuck,” Izzy barked.
“Mm, staccato.” Ned reached to her right to try and find the note. She tapped down, no one up a little higher. Perfect. “There, that’s what you were giving me. Can you try for lower next time?”!
“Do a better job and I’ll think about it,” Izzy said. The piano was cool against her back where she was laid. She wondered if Ed and Stede had heard the piano from their room.
Ned spanked her cunt again and again. Izzy was so wet that there was bits of fluid splattering out with each hit. Her pussy was already red and irritated as blood rushed to the surface. She felt warm and buzzy and empty .
“Put something inside me,” Izzy commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” Ned pushed two of her fingers in. “I’m going to fist you ma’am.”
“That’s a good idea,” Izzy said. “Show me.”
Ned worked in a third finger and with a stretch, a fourth. She spanked Izzy’s pussy three times quickly and purred at the little moans and huffs Izzy let out. “Yes,” Ned said excitedly. She carefully started to press her thumb in. She laid down the crop so she could rub Izzy’s clit to coax her open wider with pleasure. “There, yes.” Izzy’s hole finally gave way and then Ned’s whole fist was inside of her like a knot.
Ned picked up the riding crop again.
“For every proper hit,” Izzy said. “I have to say something nice about you.” The crop was on her cunt before she could say anything else. “Oof. So eager. You play violin beautifully.” Another hit. Ned started to push her fist back and forth. “You’re prettier than your sister.”
“The sister I killed?” Ned asked gleefully. “Thank you, ma’am.”’ Smack. Izzy tightened down around Ned’s fist and could barely think for a moment . She was so close.
“You were a decent pirate.”
“I was the best,” Ned said.
“Don’t embellish,” Izzy said. Ned hit her again and again and again. “You throw such pretty tantrums,” Izzy choked out as she came, engorged pussy working over Ned’s hand. The pain mixed headily with the pleasure, as the sting heightened and the warmth grew. Her scalp felt almost cool in comparison as pleasure washed over her in waves.
“Mm, take me to the couch,” Izzy said. Ned carefully removed her fist with a wet sound and helped Izzy over to the couch. Izzy laid back and urged Ned’s full weight onto her chest. “That was good. You listened to my orders.”
“I tried to,” Ned said. “It’s hard to focus on the music when you’re telling me what to do all the time.”
“And do you like that?” Izzy asked even though she knew the answer.
“Yes,” Ned said against Izzy’s chest. She nuzzled her face into Izzy’s cleavage with a soft happy sigh. They laid there until they fell asleep.