“Fucked?”
His glance darted to her and he smiled. “Yes, two of us fucked one woman while another woman kept our third brother busy.”
“Really? Then that’s not really three men with one woman.”
But, God, it was so hot that they did it with more than one woman.
“Another time when two of us were inside a woman,” he continued, “she gave oral sex to our brother.” His smooth tone told her he knew this was turning her on. And, damn, was it ever.
She smiled. “Well, don’t expect that from me. If I have two, or three of you fucking me, I want to focus on enjoying it.”
His eyes lit up. “You mean, you’d consider—”
“Silence. I ask the questions, not you.”
His expression turned subdued. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Well, you’re right. You should definitely be punished.”
She dragged the flogger around his ribs as she walked behind him, then she drew it back and gazed at the black cotton covering him. To do this properly, she’d have to turn him around, or move him somewhere he could bend over, displaying his fine ass to her. And, of course, he’d have to get rid of those briefs. She wanted to see his naked buttocks clenching as she whipped them.
She drew in a deep breath. Easy now. She didn’t want to go too far.
To move him, she’d have to uncuff him and she rather liked having him restrained.
She pressed her finger to his back and dragged her long, burgundy painted nail down his skin to the top of his briefs, feeling his muscles tighten under her touch. She hooked her finger under the elastic of his briefs and pulled downward, revealing the hard curve of his ass. Using both hands, she tugged the black underwear down his muscular thighs to the floor. He lifted his feet, one at a time, as she pulled the garment free and tossed it aside.
She avoided looking at his cock, wanting her anticipation to build. Trying not to think about the fact it would be hard and pulsing. Right now, his sexy ass was enough to keep her hormones hopping. She picked up the flogger she’d dropped to the floor and swished it lightly over his bare ass. Then she quivered the strands in a rippling motion up his back, giving him time to get used to the feel of the soft suede against his skin. Right now it would be like a gentle massage.
She drew back the flogger and flicked her wrist. The strands danced against his skin. Then she flicked again, striking his ass a little harder. She was rewarded by the sight of his butt clenching.
Her cell phone blipped, but she ignored it, gliding the suede over his tight ass again.
“Mistress, did you hear your phone? You just got a text.”
She flicked the flogger again, striking him a slightly stinging blow.
“I’m not interested in texts right now.”
“But… it might be important.”
She pursed her lips. Had he planned something?
Reluctantly, she drew in a breath, then walked across the room and pulled her phone from her purse. Her gaze drifted to his cock. It stood tall and proud. Her heart thumped loudly. She had to will herself not to be distracted by her need to feel it inside her. She wanted to play out his punishment first, then she would allow herself to pay some attention to his stiff member.
She glanced at her phone.
Your safe word is Zebra. Say that word if you don’t like how this unfolds.
Then another text appeared.
Respond yes if you want to play.
Both messages were from Abel’s number.
What did he have planned? Anticipation quivered through her as she tapped in her response.
Yes.
Given Abel was standing in this room, with his hands chained behind his back, she assumed he’d used an app to send her a timed message. She had no idea what he had planned or why he had asked her for a response. Would that response trigger something to happen?
Ordinarily, she wouldn’t allow a sub to take any kind of control like this, but this was outside their role playing, and she was delightfully curious.
She set down the phone and walked back to where Abel stood, gazing at his cock, which had deflated a little from its previous glory.
“Are you ready to continue your punishment?” she asked, her gaze lingering on his cock.
At her obvious attention, it stiffened again.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She stepped behind him and flicked the strands across his back. Then she snapped the flogger harder.
As she pulled it back for another strike, she heard a click and the door flung open. Her eyes widened as two identical copies of Abel burst into the room.
“What are you doing to our brother?” one demanded.
Thrown off balance by the sight of the two large, muscular men heading her way, she stepped back. It was an incredibly bizarre experience seeing two men who looked exactly like the man she loved, especially with them striding toward her, glowering expressions on their faces.