Catspaw

Mina handed him the crop. "I want you to do it," she said.

"Me?" They both saw Charlie flinch at that. David regarded him thoughtfully. Charlie couldn't see them--he was sure of that. But it still made him feel a bit uncomfortable, even though (or maybe because) he was closer to Charlie than Mina was. Well, then, down to business.

After a minute or so, during which Charlie waited tensely, David walked over to him.

"You think you're going to get off easy, don't you?" Charlie didn't move, and David crouched down in front of his face. "Well, I've got news for you," he said. "I'm not taking responsibility for this. She is. So I'm free to do as I please until she says stop, aren't I?"

Still no movement. "I said, `Aren't I?'" David hooked his pinky around the rings on Charlie's collar, and forcibly nodded his head twice emphatically.

"Yes," Charlie whispered, hoarsely.

"Good boy." David sat back at the edge of the bed behind him. He ran the flap of the crop slowly along the length of Charlie's hard cock. "Look at you. You're still turned on. Mina might as well not be here, isn't that right?" Charlie hesitated one moment, and then nodded his head ever so slightly, and bit his lower lip. Seconds passed.

Without warning there was a sharp swish, and the crop caught Charlie full in the chest. He sucked in a fresh breath in pain and whimpered. "Hurt a little more than usual, didn't it? That's right, you get to deal with her cruelty and my quickness." Then he struck a second time, and a third. He looked around at Mina and found her lolling back in the chair, one leg now draped over the side, the point of her foot turning round in slow, almost agonized circles.

The beating continued for only a couple of minutes, but David soon found his arm tiring, and gained new respect for Mina's endurance. When he was done they were all breathing hard, and Charlie's torso covered unevenly with light red splotches.

"Get on the bed, Charlie. On all fours." And he gave him a whack with the crop to hurry Charlie along. While Charlie clambered onto the bed, awkwardly because of the blindfold--

"David."

David turned around. Mina now had her hand inside her panties, and he could see the knuckles moving around rhythmically.

David looked at the kneeling Charlie.

"Tell Charlie he's turning me on."

"Well, he just heard--"

"David! I'm not stupid, I know what he heard. I want to hear you say it." Mina's eyes glimmered with the barest hint of anger.

David turned around to Charlie, his confidence weakened momentarily, and spoke into his left ear. "She's getting hot, Charlie. She--"

Mina cut in. "And David? Hold your hand just in front of his mouth. Don't cover it, just hold it right in front."

David obeyed her, uncertainly, and continued. "She's got her leg on the arm of the chair, Charlie, and she's playing with herself. She's watching you get pushed around, and she's enjoying it. She can't wait to see you hurt more. Can you, Mina?"

Mina's legs were tensing. "No, I can't."

"Did you hear that, Charlie? Can't you just hear it in her voice?" And Charlie couldn't see it, but David's eyes widened as he felt Charlie's breath become more and more uneven, ragged.

"It's amazing," David said quietly to Mina. She nodded, smiling. He raised the crop again, but Mina interrupted him once more.

"No, I don't want to see you beat him anymore. I want to see you fuck him."

There was a stunned silence.

"I...I don't--"

"David," Mina said, intensely, still playing with herself. "It's getting good. Don't screw it up now." She closed her eyes. "Please, David, don't screw it up now," she said, even more faintly.

David turned around, shaken, and glad that Charlie couldn't see it. He undid his belt and his zipper, and pulled his cock out, slowly. It was hard, fortunately. "You heard it, didn't you?" he asked Charlie, while sliding a condom on.

Charlie nodded and said a trembling "Yes."

David placed his cock at the opening. He pulled on Charlie's long mane of hair. "I can't hear you," he growled.

"Yes," Charlie said, louder but no less trembling.

"Ask me to fuck you."

There were a couple of seconds of silence. Then Charlie said, "David, I...I can't. Please, David..."

David almost lost his resolve. He turned around and looked at Mina, but she was lost in her own world. Nothing for it but to move on. "Come on, Charlie," David continued, with an insistence he didn't feel.

Charlie wouldn't answer. But he didn't tell David to stop.

"Fuck you," David muttered inaudibly and pushed in. He tried to finish as quickly and easily as possible. And when Mina finally came in a shuddering heap behind him, she couldn't see the tears squeezing out of his tightly clenched eyes.

Charlie was gone. They had shared a bit of red wine, and he seemed, really, none the worse for wear, and had cheerfully said goodbye when he stepped out into the cool, moist night air. David was impressed.

"I don't think I could have taken what he did," David said, shaking his head.

Mina gave him a hug. "I think what you did was harder."

"But you do it all the time."

She smiled wanly. "It got easier. It will get easier for you, too," she said significantly.

She was right.