Page 131 of High Reward

I start with Grace. The paddle connects with her ass in a sharp crack, and she gasps. Three more strikes, evenly spaced, until her skin flushes pink beneath the fabric of her thong.

“Count,” I order.

“One. Two. Three. Four.”

I move to Lili. She meets my eyes, chin lifted, and I see the challenge there. She wants this. Needs it.

The paddle lands harder on her flesh. She takes each strike without flinching, though her fingers curl into fists.

“Good girl,” I murmur. Both of them respond to that. Grace’s back arches. Lili’s lips part.

I set the paddle aside and pick up the blade.

“We talked about this,” I say, turning the steel so it catches the dim light. “Are you still willing, Spitfire?”

Lili nods. “Yes, Sir.”

I position myself behind Lili first. My hand slides up her thigh, fingers ghosting over the scars that another man left on her skin. She tenses.

“These don’t belong to him anymore,” I say, staring up at her. “Tonight, I’m reclaiming them.”

I press the blade flat against her skin, not cutting, just letting the cold of the metal register. She exhales.

“Do you trust me?”

“With everything.”

I angle the blade and make a shallow cut parallel to one of the tooth marks. Not deep enough to cause serious damage. Just enough to draw blood.

Lili hisses through her teeth, then moans. The sound goes straight to my cock. But I tell him to settle down. This isn’t about me. Not exactly.

I lower my mouth to the cut and taste copper on my tongue. Her body shudders beneath my hands.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her skin. “Feel me marking you. Claiming you.”

I repeat the process next to each of the angriest scars. When I’m done, there are six fresh cuts on her inner thighs, each oozing with bright red blood.

“Grace,” I command. “Come here.”

She rises from her knees and crosses to us, eyes wide.

“Kiss her scars. The new ones.”

Grace kneels between Lili’s thighs and lowers her mouth to the fresh cuts. Lili cries out, the sensation clearly overwhelming. Grace’s tongue traces the blood, and I watch them both, my hand working the buckle of my belt.

“Good girl,” I tell Grace. “Now make her come.”

Grace adjusts her position and slides her fingers between Lili’s legs while her mouth continues its worship. Lili grips my shoulder for balance, her body trembling.

I free my cock and stroke myself as I watch them. Two women I love, giving themselves to each other and to me.

Lili breaks first. She screams as the orgasm rips through her, her nails digging into my arm. Grace doesn’t stop, drawing out every last shudder.

Then I pull Grace up by her hair and bend her over the arm of my chair. Two fingers slide into her pussy, finding her soaked.

“You’ve been so patient,” I growl. “You’ve earned this.”

I replace my fingers with my cock and thrust into her in one smooth motion. She cries out, and Lili moves to kneel before her, capturing her mouth in a kiss that muffles her sounds.