Reunion (Hunter's Ridge Book 3) by Maggie Ryan

and grasped the bar. Dropping her head, she could see the clamps and their beads swinging from her breasts, as well as the one between her legs as she spread her feet wide apart. Blushing hotly, she could also see a rivulet of her cream sliding down her inner thigh. Though the clamp on her clit would keep her from spending, her body was fighting hard to overcome its bite.
    Were other little ladies as wanton as she had become under her Papa's tutelage? Did their bodies quiver, breaking out in goose flesh with just a single touch or a special look? Did their Papas decorate their nipples or clittie with such things? Lifting her head, she stared at the corner, her cheeks blazing as the mirror he'd placed there reflected a woman who seemed far more aroused than contrite.
    Her Papa joined her a few minutes later, his hand running across her welted rear and then between her legs. "My, you are gushing, little one. Quite the naughty girl to be so wet when she is being punished."
    "I'm sorry, Papa," she whispered, then moaned as he reached beneath her to flick at the clamps on her breasts, setting them to sway.
    "Nothing to be done about it, my love. Your body weeps its need for all to see. Are you ready to make your penance?"
    "Yes, Papa, please accept my penance for my naughtiness. Please let me atone for my sins of deceit." Removing her hands from the bar, she reached behind her, spreading apart her roasted buttocks to properly offer herself for the required penance.
    The mirror allowed her to see his hand moving to unbutton his fly and remove his cock. It jutted from his body, the head almost purple with the blood that caused his shaft to become hard as steel. The plug was worked from her bottom. Dipping his fingers deeply into her slit, he applied her cream to her passage, his fingers slipping easily inside again and again to coat her well.
    Louisa moaned as her nipples and clit swelled in their clamps, her fountain never slowing as her Papa teased and touched her until her legs were trembling even more. Feeling his cockhead at her bottom flower, she obediently pushed back to open herself to him.
    "What a good girl you are," Edward praised as he began to press forward. He held her hips as he pushed slowly into her, stretching her wide around his cock as she continued to press backwards, proving her willingness to submit. "I love you, Louisa, even when you have been my naughty girl." With a final firm push from him, her sphincter surrendered and her sharp cry told of his entry into her tight, hot channel, her velvet walls embracing his flesh. Her hands returned to tighten around the bar as he sank to the hilt inside her backside, his heavy testicles slapping against her slick quim.
    Edward fucked her hard and without pause. This was not for her pleasure; it was to remind her that she was to submit to his rules, his desires and to the vows she'd offered on their wedding day.
    She moaned and gave sharp cries but never once asked him to stop. Her clamps swayed and pulled on her nipples as he took her, pounding into her again and again. Thrusting as deeply as possible, he held himself still, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
    "By the time we return home, your surprise will be ready," he said as he withdrew almost completely. Plunging in fully to her gasp and squeal, he spoke again. "I'm having the room across the hall turned into your punishment room. Of course, it will also be a place to play when you've been a very good little girl."
    He pulled out again, reaching around to tug on the clamps hanging from her nipples. "And, my dearest love, I've ordered you a very special surprise."
    With that, he tugged the clamps from her nipples and watched as her head reared back and she screamed at the intense burn of pain as blood raced back into her nipples. Plunging deep, he captured the tortured buds between his fingers, massaging and tugging until she was moaning and pressing her bottom up to meet his every move.
    "You are going to come