My cock throbs harder at the thought.
I’ve used a flogger only a handful of times.
The first time, my father had me flogging “unruly product.”
Once, Asch and I had hooked up with a woman who was really into it.
I’d fucked her twice more to get lessons on how to use it properly. It was nothing like when I’d madethe productcry. It was hot, using it on somebody who wasn’t crying uncontrollably.
Pandora isn’t crying now.
River flashes me a grin and sits down on the bed, patting his lap. “Yep, got her.”
I push Pandora down over River’s lap, ass up, and River grabs her to hold her in place when she starts to struggle.
She isn’t putting much strength into fighting us, and I have no doubt that if she really wanted to get free of his grip, she would be trying harder.
I pick up the flogger and slap the tails down hard on my own arm. It stings, but not too badly. I know Pandora can handle it.
She’s handled a lot worse.
I run my hand over her ass. There are a few dark spots on one side, and I shake my head. “Was that you, River? You couldn’t treat her a little more gently?”
“Why would I want to?” he retorts. “Better question: why would she want me to?”
He has a point.
That’s one of the reasons I know Pandora is probably going to get off on this, too.
I trail my fingers between her cheeks until I reach her pussy, which is, of course, already wet.
Pandora squeezes her thighs around my hand.
“Oh, you want something in there?” I tease. “Not until River and I are satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson.”
What lesson? It doesn’t matter. I want to see her squirming for the flogger.
River digs his fingers into Pandora’s skin. “Maybe we’ll leave you hanging after this,” he says, but I know he doesn’t mean it.
I withdraw my hand, then stroke her ass with the flogger tails.
“How many?” I ask River. “How many should we give her?”
I don’t feel out of control anymore. The need to strangle or punch someone isn’t gripping me tight. But I still want this.
“At least fifteen,” he says. “She can take it.” He strokes her back with one of his hands. “Isn’t that right, Pandora?”
Pandora shakes her head and attempts to wriggle out of River’s lap, but he holds her in place.
“Fifteen, then,” I say cheerfully. “Let’s hope we don’t lose count.”
I swing the flogger and bring it down on Pandora’s ass. She lets out a loud, muffled sound, one that goes straight to my cock.
River must be feeling it too, because his expression is intent upon the sight of the flogger as it comes down again on her ass.
Again.
And again.
