“Fine idea. Get the whip. I’ll hold her down.” Logan tugged my arms forward and pressed down on my shoulders, leaving most of my back and all of my ass exposed for Jason’s whip.
I screamed and cried and shook my head no. I was smashed into the carpet by Logan, and they made me wait in silence for the coming torture. Was Jason really gonna stripe me up to ugly?
I shivered when Jason dragged the cracker along my skin. He flared off me and fired a solid lash across my raised ass, and I started to sob at the dull bee sting burn he left behind. It didn’t hurt that much, he didn’t put much lightning into the throw, but I was so freaked out. I didn’t know how much he was going to whip me or how hard. And would Logan love every minute of it?
“You don’t want to be struck with a whip, slave?” Logan said.
Still blubbering, I shook my head side to side right before he let go of my shoulders and jerked me up by my hair, his hand gripped over the hood.
“How about a cock?” Logan had broken free of his jeans, and he whacked me across the jaw with his cock. I groaned and he did it again. He took off the hood, but Jason, behind me, quickly blindfolded my eyes with his flannel shirt and tied it behind my head. Logan jerked the fabric that was gagging my mouth over my chin and left it looped around my neck. He hit me with his cock again, grabbed my chin and ordered me to open up for him.
My face was still wet with tears and my throat scratchy as I eagerly took him into my wetness. I shivered when I felt Jason kneel behind me. He drew up heat on my breasts, especially when he pinched my nipples and turned them into the gumdrops Logan loves. He nibbled on my neck as he got into a rhythm of rubbing the pebbles between his thumbs and forefingers then massaging the rest of my boobs hard.
The movement of Logan’s cock had slicked up my tongue with saliva, and he slid into my throat, his hand vicing on the back of my neck and thumbs lining my jaw. When he pulled back to let me breathe, I sucked and rolled around it as Jason drifted his massage downward. God this was amazing. After pounding me into a string of gags, Logan let me control the oral for a while. I rocked swiftly, back and forth, taking him all in, and swirled my tongue around, while Jason’s slid fingers in and out of me at the same tempo. Drenching his hand, I was so terrified he’d make me come. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to this time.
“Get up!” Jason grabbed my hair, pulling me off Logan, and jerked me back up to my feet as he stood. Jason snatched the ball out of my hand. “‘Red’ now.” Backed up against his torso, I shook, not knowing what was going on. “I want those legs open, slut.” It had not been a t-shirt under his flannel, but a tank top, and his naked arms wrapped around me. I rested my head against his hard chest and sighed. He hoisted me up off the floor, with my legs stuck out in an upside down V. I was stuck here dangling in his arms for a couple minutes as I heard Logan tinkering with something, but I have no clue what. It was mostly squeaks.
He approached, and I screeched when a hard, flat thing like a spatula smacked my pussy. He did it several more times, taking my breath away with each swat. He chucked it, I heard it stutter on the couch, and his fingers toyed up inside me like Jason’s just had. He ran his thumb along my clit and in between my folds as Jason held me above the floor. “Definitely a slut. Look how juicy you got from his dive in here. I took you for my pleasure, not his. He already had his way with his slave. Now you’re going to know who you really belong to. Me. You’re mine. That pussy is mine. And I’m going to take it. Right now.”
Take it? What? Is he serious? With Jason here?
With me still frozen in an in-air jumping jack, Jason walked us backwards and then to the right and forward a bit. He swiped my legs together and set me on my feet and pulled his chest away from me. He shifted. I heard the whiff of fabric moving and felt the wind of him yanking his tank top up and off. He released my wrists from the rope. From the placement in the room, I think he laid down on the padded X. He tugged me up on top of him, face down, his hands holding mine, and pressed my chest to his now bare one. He let go of my hands and pulled my legs apart to spread them over his.
Jason’s firm arms threaded over my back and his mouth soon found mine.
I wasn’t so sure about kissing him, but I didn’t hear any protest from Logan and kissed him back. When he breached my lips and teeth, I swirled around his minty tongue and sucked it.
Jason’s hands roamed all over my back and culminated in a kneading massage on my ass. He rubbed and spread my cheeks apart and slid his index finger along my crack. I wiggled down to plant kisses on his chest and ground into his rigidity because it just felt so damn good beneath me.