Page 62 of Turning Back

“Once or twice,” Rochelle says. She looks at Quin. “But never to a bar above my head. And never on tiptoes.”

Quin just smiles.

“Make a fist and put your wrists together,” I say. She obeys and I begin looping the rope, tying it off with a square knot. I hand the other end to Quin’s outstretched hand. He reaches up to the bar positioned over the end of the bed, loops the rope around it, pulls—so Rochelle has to go up on her toes—and then ties it tightly to the metal pipe.

Rochelle lets out a small squeal and when I check her, there’s fear in her eyes.

God, I love it.

And she knows it. She knows how much I enjoy the bondage.

“You deserve this,” I tell her. “Don’t you?”

She nods her head and says, “Yes.”

“You were very, very bad when you left last year, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” she says again. Her eyes leave mine for a moment to look for Quin.

He’s sitting on the end of the bed, his pants open, fisting his cock. “Keep going,” Quin says.

I place my hands on Rochelle’s hips and turn her. She swivels on her toes, until she’s facing the bed. And Quin.

I want him to see her reactions.

I want her to see his too.

“How many spankings do you deserve, Rochelle?” I ask her.

“As many as pleases you,” she replies.

I almost laugh. Where the hell did she learn that answer?

But Quin clears his throat, telling me to stay professional.

Fine. He wants her punished, I’ll punish her until he’s had enough.

I move up behind her, pressing my chest into her back, then reach around to grab her tits. I pinch her nipples hard. And if she wasn’t almost suspended, she’d arch her back in pain.

She tries it, but the movement only makes her go off balance and pivot into my hold.

Quin reaches between her legs and begins to stroke her pussy. I look down and watch his fingers slip in and out between her legs. It only takes a few strokes before they are shiny with her wet desire.

Her shoulders relax. Her head falls forward a little.

All good signs. She’s enjoying it. And he doesn’t really want to hurt her. He just wants to make his point.

I caress her ass, my fingers slipping between her legs from behind.

This time she moans.

I reach further between her legs until I bump up against Quin’s knuckles. His fingers are deep inside her pussy. I gather some of the wetness and slip back to her asshole, pressing against her puckered skin.

She stiffens when I press harder, so I reach into my pocket for the lube and make her slick enough to take the pressure when my fingers resume.

I close my eyes and enjoy the moment as Quin and I finger her from opposite ends.

Her breathing kicks up. Just soft and heavy at first. But as our playing gets harder—rougher—she begins to moan.