“I want you.”
Rory unlocked the cuffs and lowered the raised metal bar. Once she was free, he massaged her wrists and said, “I’m very proud of you.”
“I’m proud of me, too,” she admitted.
“Don’t praise yourself,” Brock said, swatting her waxed mound again.
Mitch pointed to the door. “I think we’ve had enough excitement in here today. What do you think, sub?”
“I agree, Dom. Now, if the three of you would be so kind…I need to be fucked.”
Brock’s lips quivered. “If you would be so kind, bend over and grab hold of your ankles.”
Trixie turned on him. “You can’t be serious. My bottom is on fire because of that damned ginger and you want to spank me?”
“You’ll love him for it,” Mitch promised. “And don’t sass your owners.”
“I’m not owned.”
“Earlier, you liked the idea,” Rory pointed out.
She turned her gaze sharply at Rory. “Since when did you side with them?”
“Since I realized what kind of good loving you hold in store for us once you’re properly trained,” Rory replied, touching her lower back. “Now bend over and touch your toes like a good submissive.”
“I want her to grip her ankles,” Brock snapped.
Trixie grunted. “Like it makes a difference.”
“You heard the man,” Rory said.
Trixie took a deep breath and bent over her knees and locked her fingers around her ankles. A quick whip of wind was the only warning she received before Brock flogged her.
He wasn’t gentle. The repetitive swats weren’t executed with care. But by God they were marvelous.
Each time he struck her ass, she released a heavy breath, practically cherishing those strikes and hoping for one more as the heat between her cheeks left her longing for anal penetration.
“Don’t stop now, Sir.” Her heart was pounding. The hopeful promise of another strike left her body in an arc, her bottom higher than before.
Brock delivered a softer swat. “I aim to please.”
“But I’ve been so bad,” she crooned, shaking her bottom and maintaining her position. “Just another one.”
“I’m seconds away from fucking that pretty ass,” Mitch admitted.
Good. Maybe she was getting somewhere after all.
“Stand up,” Brock said, dropping the flogger on the floor.
Trixie turned then and caught him adjusting the package in his jeans. A slow smile crept across his face.
“You’re enjoying this. Aren’t you, sub?”
“I feel like I’ve waited all my life for this moment.”
“Such a vixen,” Rory rasped, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder.
With her ass in the air, she expected another spanking. Instead, Rory massaged her cheeks, caressing her bottom as he carried her to Mitch’s bedroom.
Once they were there, he lowered her to the bed. His palms flattened on either side of her hips. He kissed her as he pushed her against the mattress, working her camisole higher until the material bunched around her neck.
“Lift your arms,” he ordered her in a gruff voice, pulling the shirt away from her body.
She followed his lead and stripped.
“Now then,” he whispered across her lips. “This is where it gets interesting.”
Crawling down the length of her body, Rory wasted no time in situating himself between her legs. He spread her pussy lips with his strong fingers. Licking her center, he took his time with slow and easy strokes. He lavished her with oral affection, kissing her center, fingering her hard clit, and nudging her with his nose or thumbs.
Trixie squirmed but Rory remained devout in his delivery, never allowing her to guide or rush him. She pumped her hips, trying to encourage a full-fledged assault, but her effort was in vain. He took his own sweet time, eating her pussy as if he were pulling up a chair to a five-course meal and planned to savor every delectable taste, each divine nibble.
“You’re killing me!” she screamed, jackknifing.
In an upright position, she pleaded with him without saying a word. They locked in this knowing gaze, one he’d certainly recognize. She would grovel for a fulfilling finish.
“Lie back, sub,” Brock said, placing his hands on her shoulders and giving her a gentle push. Dragging his lips over hers, he whispered, “Behave. You’ll be properly rewarded. I promise.”
He stepped away then and undressed by the bed. She watched Rory with fierce devotion as he continued teasing her, driving her to the brink of an orgasm but refusing to finish his grand performance while his face was buried between her legs.
Mitch joined them, naked and glorious. He was just as handsome as the last time he had taken her to his bed. Still, she felt cheated. He’d taken away some of her pleasure by stripping away her opportunity to undress him.