Page 75 of Whirlwind

Fiery pleasure crashed through them. “Please, please!” It was the only word they could think of. They weren’t even sure if they were saying it out loud, or if it was just echoing through their head.

A sharp strike cut to the inside of one thigh through the deeper throb of the belt. A crop? Did Parker come back with a crop? Whatever it was, it was sharp and tight and magnificent.

A foot nudged Dakota’s legs further apart, while the deeper blows of the belt moved to their shoulders. “Don’t even think of coming, brat.”

Dakota whimpered and returned to pleading. “Please, Sirs. Ben, Parker, please!”

The crop was smacking along the back of their legs and up the inside of their thighs, so dangerously, deliciously close to their dripping cunt before dancing away. The belt alternated in a steady rhythm across both shoulders.

They were lost in it, utterly lost. But so desperate. Like they were on the edge of something breaking inside and letting something magnificent escape.

The sharp sting of the crop moved up to their shoulders, falling everywhere in bright bursts, while Ben moved down to their ass with the belt. They were melting, burning up in conflagration of ecstasy.

“Please, I’m going to come. Please let me come.”

The blows stopped, just for a moment. Then they heard the most beautiful word. Maybe it was Parker, maybe Ben. Or maybe both of them together. “Come.”

Both implements landed simultaneously on their ass, and they were drowning in a sea of agony and euphoria.

They were washed away, nothing left except the rapture racing through their veins and the knowledge that they had pleased their Sirs.