Gotham's Discontent

Chapter Twenty-Four: A New Toy

Deedee's eyes pinched shut, her mouth slightly agape, and she uttered a loud squeal as a riding crop lashed against her the naked cheeks.

She heard Jerome's amused chuckle,

"We should have gotten one of these a long time ago, huh?" he said, tottering the impact tool between his fingers before he slid the leather along Deedee's reddening bottom. His dilated pupils took in the sight of her naked body spread-eagled along the bed, faced down on her stomach. Jerome caught the sight of her wrists wriggling in her restraints, an attempt to break free. He said in a mocked disappointed voice, "Deedee, what are you doing?"

Deedee panted against the sheet, unable to turn to look at him. A bead of sweat dribbled from her wild locks of red hair, and her sexual frustration was clear as she felt the ache grow between her legs as Jerome slid the riding crop along her back to tickle against the nape of her neck.

Jerome lifted her gaze with the crop's small paddle under her chin.

"Getting restless?" he asked.

Deedee met his gaze with a simple smile, "Impatient."

The first round had been sensual caresses and gentle strokes, a family reunion met with Jerome's avid attention to her erogenous zones, followed by a glass of wine. He had wandered through the bedroom, casually glancing uninterested into the drawers of Deedee's bedroom dresser until he, as a passing notice, had peered into her end table to find what Tabitha would have used on Deedee had she defied Theo Galavan: a riding crop neatly placed in the drawer, along with four pairs of cuffs, which Jerome had implemented to restrain both Deedee's legs and hands to the posts of the four-poster bed.

Jerome was naked underneath a comfortable, red cotton robe, loosely sashed around his waist. He bent at the waist where he met his sister at eye-level. He placed a soft kiss against her lips; when she tried to kiss him back, he pulled away. Deedee's mouth twitched; for a moment, Jerome thought she'd go feral. That would have been fine, but not just yet. Just enough to tease her, to draw in, only to take it away.

Jerome tapped the riding crop against her shoulders, along her spine, found her naked cheeks once more and landed the riding crop with a loud whack! Deedee cried out. A grin broke out onto his face, and it grew ear-to-ear as he landed a harsher blow—Deedee screamed. Jerome dropped the riding crop onto the bed, then sat on the edge of the mattress by the foot of the bed. Deedee's panting was the only sound in the room, until he slipped his fingers between the mattress and her shaking body—

Deedee's back arched in response, a pant met with a small moan of relief as Jerome's fore finger found her clit, his thumb dipping into her soaking wet entrance. Jerome glanced up as he heard the dainty chains of her handcuffs tink against the bed frame. Jerome lowered his head to kiss the reddening patches of her buttocks, heated flesh bruising against his punishment.

Deedee's hips bucked under the restraint, trying to gain more friction, and she uttered a frustrated cry for release. Jerome's finger made slow circles around her clit, while his other hand found the riding crop. Deedee's noise from the head of the bed sent a pleasant chill down on his spine, and he wanted to take her again—he wanted to break her. But…still, how fun.

Jerome straightened his back, and slid the riding crop along her reddened bottom, observing a bruise forming from the repeated punishment in the same spot just below the small of her back. He felt her clench around his fingers, and he withdrew enough to tease her entrance with his fingertips, edging her closely to the brink—

Then WHACK!

Deedee's body tensed under the pain, screaming under the lashing, pierced by a needy moan as Jerome slipped two fingers inside of her, pumping slowly—she pulled at her handcuffs, her legs trying to part for access but able to do so. He felt his erection harden under his robe as he sent the leather against her bottom again—WHACK!—watching her squirm and squeal under the built-up pressure from both crop and penetration.

Deedee's mouth fell open in need, and she lay her head against the red sheet, uttering gasps and wanton cries. Jerome would put her in her place: submissive, desperate for a release that he could give her but wouldn't do so until he thought she'd had enough. He'd draw it out, and as much as it pained her so, she relished every moment, clinging onto the suspense of what would be a violent orgasm once he pulled her over the edge.

Jerome bit his lip as he saw the way her breath hitched her in her throat, the way her toes curled beside him; the way her back arched in response to the motion of his probing fingers, the way she mewled as she lay there vulnerable—the way her knuckles whitened at the harsh grip of the chain of her handcuffs…

"How are you holding up, Deedee?" he asked innocently, as he thumbed her swollen clit.

"Holding up…" Deedee said, fighting a moan as she spoke, but Jerome sighed as he landed the riding crop against her bare ass one more time—Whack! Deedee gasped, as the sting beckoned her climax closer to the surface. "Do it again."

Jerome pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth and tasted her as he took the crop across her one more time—Whack!

Deedee bit her bottom lip. Almost there. A few more times, just do it.

"Again," Deedee breathed, as her hips began to grind against the mattress, a plea for friction.

WHACK!

Deedee's eyes pinched shut, her mouth opening, sweat dripping from her forehead down on her neck. "Is that best you can do?"

Jerome snorted through his nose—Girl after his own heart—as he tossed the riding crop to the floor. Deedee heard him shuffling; he disrobed, throwing that on the floor too. And he climbed on top of his restrained sister, laying on top of her sweat-slicked back and lowered his head to her neck. One hand slipped around her neck, holding her head up, an ache persisting along her body at the disheveling angle. Deedee felt the tip of his cock waiver against her entrance.

She grinned when she noticed just how labored his breathing was, how much he had enjoyed the full view and her sounds that he drew from her.

Without a word, Jerome shoved his cock inside of her spread-eagled body, gripping her neck tightly. Deedee cried out as his hips knocked against her bruised bottom, forcefully shoving himself inside of her with little warning—but the mild pain of it all eased, as Jerome made slow and deep thrusts inside of aching core, reaching where she wanted him the most.

"You come when I say," Jerome told her, though knowing that the way her walls held him in a vice-like grip meant that she didn't have too much longer before she would.

"But…" Deedee winced, as his fingers dug into her throat. "It feels so good…"

Jerome agreed with her, for his forehead fell to the back of her shoulders as a wave of pleasure caught him in a low moan as her walls tightened around his throbbing cock. Deedee heard him—ever always a delicious sound. Jerome moaned her name against the crook of her neck as she clenched again; his hands found the sweat-soaked sheets beneath them, wrapping his fingers in it as he used his weight on top of her to quicken his pace. The rustling sound of thin chains from her cuffs around her wrists and ankles sent a chill down his spine, knowing she couldn't move away, knowing she couldn't fight him off if she wanted to—

Deedee turned her head, lying her cheek against the mattress, as his thrusts became rougher, harder—a cry out and scream as his hips slapped against her bruised bottom—Jerome and Deedee's moans filled the room.

"I'm…" Deedee groaned, her breathing erratic. "I'm—"

Her eyes pinched tightly shut and her mouth fell open as her forbidden climax clutched him tightly around his cock, a vice-like grip, shaking her body beneath him; Jerome rode her climax, bringing out a delicious scream from her his thrusts shoved his cock harder and deeper into her—She cried out his name in a breathless gasp.

Jerome felt the blood rush through his body—

And it boiled over—Deedee gave a relieved groan as she felt him fill her. He moaned her name, letting his head fall into the crook of her neck as he wordlessly draped his fingers along her cuffs and freed her wrists. Deedee let her hands fall to the bed, spent and tired, relieved and satisfied. Jerome rolled off her, gave a cute smack against her shoulder, and he strode toward the dresser where he collected the half-empty bottle of booze. On his way back to her, he used one hand to release the cuffs restraining her ankles, setting her free.

Deedee turned on her back, dripping with sweat, wincing as the mattress met her bruised bottom.

Jerome pecked her on the cheek, handing her the bottle. "Here. You earned it."

"I should say so," said Deedee, taking a swig from the neck. She handed it back to him. "Your turn. You earned it too."

"Just what the doctor ordered, hm?" Jerome said, lying beside her.

Deedee rolled her eyes, glancing at the wide window with a small smile.