Punk Rock-A-Bye Baby(71)

Tommy clenched his muscles and took in a deep breath of air.

A small flogger danced above him like a bird in flight. Angel handed it to her. “Ladies first.”

Jessi flicked the soft leather ends of the flogger onto the fleshy slabs of Tommy’s buttocks. It was a light snap that barely left a remnant of the flogger’s presence. She tickled his balls with the feathery ends. Tommy’s sac tightened and his muscles contracted, bringing his thighs closer together.

Angel spread them apart. “Don’t resist. If she wants to strike your balls, she will. If she wants to pummel your sac with stands of fine leather, she will.”

Alarmed, Tommy got up on one elbow. “Don’t hit my balls.”

Jessi pushed his shoulder down with the braided handle of the flogger. “If I want to, I will. Don’t talk back.”

Angel beamed at her. “Good girl.”

He held Tommy’s thighs apart while she returned the tips of the flogger to Tommy’s now-shriveled balls.

Tommy gripped the railing of the headboard with white knuckles.

Jessi stirred the ends of the flogger in a circle against Tommy’s sac. Faster and faster she twirled the strips until they were a blur. She never hit his sac; she just created a nice little burn.

She loved to tease, but Angel loved to deliver. Impatient, he took the flogger and sliced it across Tommy’s butt cheeks and then across his back, much harder than Jessi ever would have done, but it jumpstarted her adrenaline.

Tommy went rigid. His muscles hardened and became more defined. Each indent and shadow emphasized the strong muscles in his shoulders and upper back. Bright pink streaks rippled across his lower back and blemished his buttocks like a bruised, ripe peach. Jessi touched one of the marks. It looked angry, but it was as soft as the rest of Tommy’s unsullied flesh.

A quick slice of leather striped Jessi’s back. She gasped and stiffened at the unexpected burn.

Angel had a sinister smile on his face. “I’m the executioner now. Maybe you should lie down alongside Tommy, and you both can the pay the piper.”

“No.” Jessi loved taking the aggressive role, and she stole the flogger from Angel’s hand. “Maybe you should be the one face down in the sheets.”

Angel’s raised brow challenged her, and then went slack with defeat. “While we’re sitting here arguing, our prisoner is languishing in a reprieve from his sins, and you know we can’t have that.”

“Fine. You keep the flogger.” Jessi handed it back to him and went to the nightstand to rifle through the top drawer – the drawer with the sex toys. “There must be something else in here I can use to—”

Her eye caught one of Tessa’s baby bottles on the adjacent dresser. She grabbed it, along with the tube of lubricating jelly, and returned to the bed.

Angel was still playing with the flogger. A hard snap on Tommy’s skin was followed by a soothing lick. It was pain followed by pleasure. Angel was more skilled with the flogger than she was, so she was happy to let him have it. Besides, she had a more inventive idea. She held up the bottle to show Angel and placed a finger over her lips so he didn’t let Tommy in on what they were about to do to him. It actually took Angel a second to comprehend what was in store, but when realization hit, his eyes went wide and his jaw fell into an open smile.

The flogger flew to the floor and Angel joined Jessi behind Tommy. Instinctively, they both covered Tommy’s back with wet kisses that trailed downward. Their tongues met at the dip just above Tommy’s bottom and twined together in a kiss, then returned as if connected and braided together to infiltrate Tommy’s crack. Jessi spread one cheek to the left, while Angel spread the other to the right. Their tongues flicked together at Tommy’s open bottom. It was doubly arousing since they were tongue kissing each other and Tommy’s butthole at the same time.

Tommy was moaning. Angel was moaning. Jessi was moaning. The bed rocked and the baby bottle Jessi had retrieved from the dresser rolled against her leg. She almost forgot that it was her weapon of choice today. She dropped a dollop of lube on the tips of her fingers and handed it to Angel. Jessi touched Tommy first. She circled the circumference of his hole until it was slick, wet and puckering, and then dipped her finger inside. Tommy let out a grunt and a sigh from the sudden penetration, and his muscles closed around her finger. He was hot and warm inside. She moved her finger in and out and in a circle. She purposely eluded the spot that set him off. Right now she needed to make room for Angel’s finger.

With each twist of her hand, Tommy relaxed and pushed back. He lifted his hips from the bed for better access, begging for more. Angel’s finger joined Jessi’s. It slipped inside with little resistance. This time Tommy let out a seriously deep moan. Jessi and Angel moved their fingers in unison, both stretching and loosening the muscles. Jessi added the third finger. It was a tight fit, but Tommy wanted it and let out a beautiful moan. He pushed to his knees and settled on his elbows, presenting his bottom for deeper exploration.