Page 76 of Whirlwind

Chapter 6

Parker

Parker stepped away, steadying his breathing, while Ben pulled Dakota into his lap. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the couch.

He looked positively enchanted.

Parker felt like he usually did a pretty solid job on aftercare—it was the right thing to do and he truly did want to make sure that his subs had everything they needed.

But he knew, from not-so-secretly watching, that Ben enjoyed it. Tonight, he seemed to be positively reveling in it, like cradling their lovingly tormented pet was his highest calling.

For a moment, Parker felt left out. Maybe he wanted to be the one holding Dakota, instead.

Ben looked up and their eyes met. It was lust and adoration. And a clear invitation.

Parker needed a moment to think. He had wanted this. He’d even thought about initiating it. But now that it was happening, it was… intense.

Supplies. Yes, he could go get supplies.

He disappeared into his room to grab the soothing cream, then set out condoms and lube conspicuously, in preparation for anything that might follow.

From the closet he grabbed a hand towel and a soft, thin blanket, then set them all down on the edge of the couch. He filled three tall glasses with water from the refrigerator door and set them on coasters on the coffee table where Dakota had been writhing and sobbing in ecstasy just moments before.

Now he had everything he set out to get, but that hadn’t helped at all.

Ben fixed him with a look. “Get over here.”

Parker ambled over the few steps that it took to walk around the coffee table, as though he had no destination in mind.

Did he always have to be such a poser? There was nowhere else that he wanted to be. It was a good thing that Ben saw right through him.

“Cream,” said Ben.

Parker rankled at the commanding tone, but Ben was right. Parker handed Ben the towel, and then laid the blanket over Dakota’s lap when Ben nodded.

Ben shifted Dakota around until more of their back was exposed, and Parker began massaging in the cream.

There was something alluring and sweet about touching Dakota’s soft skin, made hot and red by Ben’s marks. He rubbed gently over the same spots, adding more cream just to feel the delicate skin so gorgeously striped.

Time slipped away, the three of them quiet and present together.

When Dakota seemed to be coming back to themselves, Ben held a glass to their lips and they sucked the water down in long, thirsty gulps. Parker knew that he should drink some as well, but he didn’t want to take his hands off Dakota’s back.

Ben shuffled Dakota around, then whispered, “Come up here, pet.”

Somehow, he got them both repositioned on the couch, Ben sitting up and Dakota lying face down over his lap. He settled the blanket over Dakota’s shoulders.

Parker took a quick gulp of water, and then returned to the cream.

On Dakota’s ass and thighs, Parker could see his own thin marks which brought a swell of pride. They were often crossed over with wider strips from Ben’s belt.

His mind boggled at the implications. Could this whole thing work between them? Between him and Ben? Between all three of them?

He soothed the cream into the feverish, abused skin, feeling tender and exposed himself. He spoke almost without thinking. “You were so good for us, pet.”

What was really good was the synchrony between the three of them. The way that he and Ben had been perfectly in tune with one another, and the way that Dakota had jumped right into the middle of it without a single bump.

“Yes, pet, you were perfect for us,” Ben echoed.