Her eyes flicked over to Doreen and Alex before returning to him.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not lying. I’m just tired, that’s all.”
“Do you want to leave?”
No, I just want the image of your hand up Doreen’s twat bleached from my mind. “Not until after Mac gets to play.”
He studied her for a moment. “Okay. Would you like to help me with him?”
That little nugget was enough to surprise her out of her funk.
“Help?”
His lips curved into a smile. “You’ll be the first person I’ve ever had help me top him. It’s going to be intense for him tonight, regardless. You won’t get safeword rights. All you can do if you can’t take it is step away out of the scene. I owe him a big one though, and I want him to enjoy it.”
Her mouth dried. “What do I have to do?”
“What I tell you to do.”
It would take her mind off her jealousy. “Like what?”
He shrugged, his face clouding for a moment. That’s when his gaze dropped to his hands. “There are things I don’t do for him, even under boat rules.” He looked at her. “If you want to, I’ll let you.”
For someone who normally acted pretty straightforward, his waffling behavior was starting to piss her off. “Just say it.”
“I’m not going to lie to you. I’m going to savage him pretty brutally. He needs it. He expects it. It would make it even better for him if you’d go down on him. He loves you. It would send him into orbit. I’m not gagging him tonight, so he’s going to cry, and he’s going to scream.”
Her heart pounded. Sully’s eyes focused on her, trying to read her reaction.
She nodded.
“Good.” He stood and offered her his hand. “Let’s take care of our boy.”
The trapeze bar, as she thought of it, lay vacant again. Mac emerged from the dressing room with their duffel bags. He’d changed clothes.
Well, clothes being a relative term because he was naked except for his collar, suspension cuffs like the ones she’d worn, and a leather harness around his waist that ran between his legs.
Clarisse stood leaning against the wall where Sully had left her.
Mac’s eyes held hers as Sully adjusted the bar height and hooked Mac to it. She realized he used different straps with Mac than he had with her. They still had panic snaps, but configured differently, where Mac couldn’t reach them to release himself. Sully also cranked the bar much higher than he had for her, so Mac’s arms were tightly stretched high over his head.
Mac didn’t look away from her until Sully put a blindfold on him.
He whispered into Mac’s ear. She watched as Mac’s cock, fitted through a ring in the harness, slowly inflated. He rotated his left wrist, the whole cuff twisting.
Sully continued talking to him as he slid a hand across Mac’s chest. He twisted first one nipple ring, then the other.
Mac’s cock stood fully erect.
Letting his hand slowly trail down Mac’s abs, Sully gripped Mac’s cock and squeezed, hard. Mac winced, but nodded. “Yes, Master,” she heard him say.
Sully stepped away from Mac and unbuttoned his shirt, then draped it over a nearby chair where he’d laid out several vicious looking implements. He motioned Clarisse over to him.
He leaned in and whispered, “Take off your shoes, sweetie.”
She gratefully kicked them off.
“You stand in front of him. I want you to play with his nipples, rake your nails over him, but don’t go near his cock and balls until I tell you to. You can kiss him too, if you want. When I’m ready, I’ll point at the floor, and then you can go down on him. Don’t do it sooner.” He reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I want to.”
“Do you want a towel to spit in?”
Time to dish a little back at him. “I’ll take a towel, but I’m a good girl. I swallow.”
Sully’s lips pressed together before he burst out laughing and hugged her. “I love you, sweetie. You’re adorable.”
She stood in front of Mac and waited for Sully to get into position.
Sully leaned forward and softly spoke in Mac’s ear. “I have a surprise for you, slave. You get punishment and a reward tonight.”
Mac cocked his head toward Sully’s voice but didn’t ask questions. Clarisse heard Sully’s bare hand strike Mac’s ass. Mac’s jaw tensed, but he didn’t make a sound.
When she reached out and gently brushed her fingers against his nipple rings, he gasped, startled. “Clarisse?”
She leaned in and kissed him. Sully stepped up the tempo and strength of his blows as he reddened Mac’s ass with his hand. As she twisted Mac’s nipples harder, he softly moaned.
Sully switched to a heavy flogger, striking Mac’s back and shoulders as well as his thighs. She drew her nails across his flesh, not hard, but enough to coax noises out of him that Sully’s strikes didn’t.
Even though she was aware of people standing around watching, her eyes never left Mac’s face. His mouth parted, his tongue occasionally flicking out to lick his lips during a lull in Sully’s strokes. At one point Sully stopped. He stepped behind Mac, tightly grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.
“Where are we, slave?”
“Green, Master,” he gasped.
Sully bit his neck, hard, leaving a mark behind. Then he took a bottle of water and held it to Mac’s lips, let him have a sip before he started in on him again. He switched to a paddle, the loud strikes making Clarisse wince in sympathy. Next came a riding crop. Mac couldn’t help but respond at this point, twisting against the blows, mixed sounds of pain and pleasure flowing from him. Sully switched to a cane. That’s when Mac’s cries turned anguished even as his cock throbbed hard between his legs, drops of clear pre-come coating the engorged head.
“Do not come, slave,” Sully firmly commanded as he savaged Mac’s ass with the rattan cane. “Do not come or I will use this on your fucking cock.”
Mac jerked against the restraints, the equipment rattling, his fingers tightly wrapped around the bars inside the suspension cuffs, but he didn’t call red.
“Who do you belong to?” Sully barked.
“You, Master.”
“What are you?”
“I’m your slave, Master. I belong to you.”
“Who does this ass belong to?”
“You!”
Mac’s face twisted in pain with each stroke. When Clarisse rubbed her thumbs over his nipples, Mac gasped with need.
Sully took several hard strokes with the cane, harder than the others, before he stepped close again.
“How are we?”
Mac panted for breath. He rotated his left hand.
“Say it.”
He finally did, even though his voice sounded low and slurred.
“Green, Master.”
Sully immediately started on him again with the cane. She pressed her lips to Mac’s, surprised when he eagerly kissed her back, fiercely, as if she offered and relief from the onslaught.
She felt his moans against her tongue even as he kissed her, until Sully finally ended the set with the cane.
Sully spoke again. “Girl, do not step to either side of him without raising your hand first to let me know you are.” That was all the warning she had before she heard the loud crack of a whip. Mac screamed, jumping, straining against the restraints and rattling the entire bar again.
Sully stepped in and pushed Mac’s feet farther apart with his. “Do not move, slave. You earned punishment, remember?”
Another crack, and Mac screamed again, his head dropping to Clarisse’s shoulder.
“Safeword if you have to, slave,” Sully commanded.
Mac rotated his left hand.
Sully grinned. “I didn’t think you would.” He struck him four more times. “Safeword yet?”