Mistress flicked the tip of Jared’s cock with her fingertip. “You want Sir to flog your wife while you watch? You want him to make her ass all rosy red for you?”
“Yesss, Mistresss,” he hissed as she flicked his cock again.
My cunt spasmed, and I thought I might come right then, without a single touch. I seriously wondered if I’d ever loved him more than I did at that moment.
Sir spun me around then so I faced the black wall and flickering candles that lit the room. I hadn’t realized the chains over my head would permit such an action, but they did. I faced Sir then, and he lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“I’m going to flog you now,” he said, his voice low but definitely loud enough for Jared and Mistress to hear. “Are you prepared for it?”
I trembled inside. This was what I’d been waiting for. What I wanted and needed to be fulfilled. My chance to reach my subspace. “Yes, please, Sir.” I’d wanted to experience the ultimate release since I first read about it a few months ago. Jared and I had both tried to help the other achieve that ultimate goal, but we’d failed miserably. Now, here, with the security of my husband nearby, it would finally happen.
The first strike was so light it surprised me. Just barely a sting to my right ass cheek. The second and third followed suit, and disappointment washed through me. It was no harder than the light slaps Jared had given me at home. Decidedly less than what Sir had already done to me.
My body relaxed from its tense state. I dropped my head forward and waited for it to be over. I’d never reach—
I screamed as the straps bit into my skin, sending my body forward in a subconscious attempt to get away from the pain. But then the next strike fell, in a different spot on my upper thigh. I threw my head back and moaned as the pain spread from the point of impact through my whole body. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cried as the third, fourth, fifth strike hit me.
The endorphins raced through me, invigorating me, making me shake.
The candles seemed to glow brighter with each snap of leather against my flesh. I could smell my own arousal. It mixed with the scent of the beeswax and tantalized my nose.
The tips of the flogger reached around my side on the next strike, stinging my already over‐sensitized nipples. I cried out as my body thrashed, and my hands fisted around the chains holding me up.
Slick moisture slid down my inner thigh, and I wanted to fuck those lashing strips.
The next strike kissed my mound. Fireworks went off behind my eyes.
I heard a sound that seemed far away, but I knew it was Jared’s deep voice. As I focused on it, I realized he was urging Sir on. With every word he uttered, Sir struck a tiny bit harder. Never in the same place, never enough to draw blood or even break my flesh, but the bites of the leather grew in intensity until I screamed and thrashed with each lick of the straps.
My skin burned from the whipping. My cunt pulsed with need of release. My nipples throbbed beneath the clamps.
And then Sir stopped. I slumped against the chains. “Nooo...” I moaned in agony. I’d been so close.
“You will not come until I allow it,” Sir said, spinning me around to face Jared and Mistress.
I panted, could barely catch my breath. My skin was on fire, and my entire body quaked. I had no strength to raise my head.
He lifted my chin with his finger. “Understand, Sheri? You are under my control until I leave this room. Until then, you will not come unless I permit it.”
I swallowed back my disappointment, wondering if he’d ever permit it, and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Then I turned my gaze toward my husband. Mistress held his balls with one hand and a handful of hair at the back of his head with the other.
She murmured in his ear, her voice too low for me to catch her words over my own sawing breaths.
His cock was still hard, and I wondered just how long his erection could last. We’d never tried using a cock ring before, and I knew nothing about them other than they looked rather uncomfortable.
Sir tugged the chain between my nipples, drawing my attention back to him. “Jared seems to like to watch his wife get flogged. Could you hear him telling me to do it harder?”
I nodded and met his steely eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
“Does that turn you on? Does your husband watching your punishment make you wet?”
Couldn’t he tell? Couldn’t he smell it? My thighs were slick with it.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Does your husband eat that hot, wet pussy of yours?”
Not nearly often enough, I thought. Then again, even when he did, it never made me come. “Sometimes, Sir.”
A half smile kicked up the right side of his lips before he turned away and went to Jared. He nodded toward Mistress as he reached for my husband’s wrist.
“You’re going to eat your wife’s cunt,” Mistress said to him, her hand still in his hair, the other rolling his balls beneath his straining cock.
“Yes, Mistress,” Jared said, and I could hear the tension in his voice. The pent up frustration of not being allowed to come—the same that echoed through my body.
She tugged his head back and bit his neck as though she were a vampire—without drawing blood, of course.
Jared groaned. I knew he liked to be bitten, and sometimes I’d do it for him, but seeing another woman’s teeth sink into his flesh made me so fucking hot I almost couldn’t stand it.
Per our agreement drawn up after dinner last week, Sir and Mistress, though they would have physical contact with our genitals, wouldn’t actually fuck us. Jared and I didn’t want intercourse with anyone but each other. Right that second, as I watched Jared’s eyes roll back in pleasure while Mistress’ teeth left bite marks on his neck and shoulder, I realized I wouldn’t mind watching her fuck him. Not if she brought him the kind of pleasure he craved.
Then again, as frustrated as I was, I’d gnaw on him all night if I got to orgasm.
While Mistress nipped and bit, Sir released both of Jared’s hands and refastened them behind his back with a pair of leather‐padded handcuffs.
She released his hair, finally, as she worked her way down his body. I almost cringed when her teeth came dangerously close to his cock, but she bit down on his inner thigh instead, making him alternately groan and grunt in enjoyment of the inflicted nips.
Sir released Jared from the spreader bar shackles, and I realized the control Jared held over his own body. If I’d been released, and in the state he was in, I probably would have ripped off that cock ring and stroked myself to orgasm. Instead, he stood still and let Mistress work over his body. The red teeth imprints she left on his flesh were dark and deep, and I knew her bites must be very hard to leave that kind of mark.
“Okay,” Sir said.
Mistress stood up and smacked Jared on the ass with that riding crop, hard enough to make him jump. “On your knees.”
Jared obeyed, instantly dropping to his knees on the hard floor.
She hit him again, and he grunted, his hips thrusting forward. God, I don’t think I’d ever seen his cock that hard, that long. I licked my lips, wanting to wrap them around him and suck him off. Hard. I’d even bite if that was what he wanted.
Another trickle of cream dripped from my cunt and slicked my thighs. I couldn’t stand this. I wanted to be released, to throw myself at Jared and impale myself on that cock.
“Eat her pussy, Jared.”
In five knee steps, he was in front of me, his gaze focused on my cunt. I’d shaved it clean except for a tiny triangle over my mound. If the look in his eyes was any indication, he liked it. It was something I’d never had the courage to do before.
“Now, Jared,” Mistress commanded, her voice harsh. This time it was Sir who swung and snapped my husband with the flogger.