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Oh no, that’s quite good.Serena squeezed her eyes closed, concentrating on not laughing, although she knew the corners of her mouth had quirked in response.
“You liked that one, didn’t you?” Caleb said, and she gave a tiny nod. “I’ll have that pussy whipped in no time.” She throbbed with fear and desire.
“My turn again,” Miles said, and Serena’s shoulders relaxed. “What do you call a guy with a rubber toe? Roberto.”
Even he didn’t laugh at that one, and a stony silence filled the room until the extreme anti-humor almost succeeded in making Serena laugh despite herself.
“Right, well, we’ve only got an hour,” Miles said with a cough. “Bring it home, brother.”
Serena heard Caleb crack his fingers, and her skin started to prickle with excitement; they all knew she was going to fail this time.
“There’s one thing I learned from dating a dominatrix,” he began, and Serena was already ready to blow. “Never suggest it’s time to hit the sack.”
She threw her head back and laughed, hearty and unladylike.
Swish!
The leather licked her pussy and she arched forward as pleasure immediately replaced mirth. She cried out.
“We didn’t say you could make a sound, did we?”
Swish!
The second lashing stung, but she spread her legs further with passion. She didn’t try too hard to withhold her scream.
Swish!
The third lash drew a loud cry from her lips.
“I think you’ve had enough,” he muttered.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered almost soundlessly.
“Quiet!”
She nodded obediently.
For a minute, nothing happened. She could sense the two men inspecting her body, and even though they didn’t touch her at all, her exposed flesh burned under their gaze.
“You’re a real rookie, Serena,” Miles teased her eventually. “Three little lashes and you’re soaking wet,” he said.
Serena knew what he claimed was true. She was so hot for them, she felt like a gushing geyser. Or a tsunami.
“And you can’t keep your mouth shut to save your life.”
The veiled threat made her heart pound in her chest and her knees turn to jelly. He sounded dangerous now, and it whipped her into a wild frenzy of lust.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her off the chair, wrists still bound, eyes still covered, and carried her across the room. He laid her gently on the leather bed. He pulled her arms above her head and fastened them tightly to the bedposts with her head hanging off the end of the plush mattress. Then, he spread her legs wide and tied them to the foot posts with rope.
“Since you’re still a novice,” he accentuated the insulting word, “you’re not ready for plastic zip ties or nylon cords yet. Cotton rope will leave a nice, pretty mark on those lovely, slim, ankles…so you can remember me tomorrow. But no long-term scarring.”
Imagining the red chafing on her ankles in the morning made Serena tingle; it was a secret reminder of her night of pleasure that only she could view and decipher. It was like a hickey for a teenager—a little souvenir from her lovers, so she could relive their encounter for days to come.
“Once you are no longer an amateur,” he continued, knowing the word would make her seethe, “we can move up to metal handcuffs and iron manacles.”
Serena expelled her breath loudly. She knew better than to point out that there was no guarantee this arrangement would continue, and anyway, she was already pretty certain that it would. Before she could protest, Miles’s firm, hot mouth latched over her breast. He suckled one nipple, and Caleb took the other, both of them moving slowly and tenderly, until she was writhing with exquisite agony upon the bed. She longed to grab their heads and press them harder into her breasts, but her arms were held taut by her bonds. The feeling of utter helplessness and sheer surrender was the strongest aphrodisiac she had ever experienced.
Suddenly, they pulled away at the exact same time, leaving her quivering with unfulfilled desire. She heard the men remove their shirts and hang them on the coat tree. Slacks and shoes followed. They moved with torturous sloth, denying her pleasure and building her longing to a fever pitch. Her hips gyrated against the air, searching for one or both of them.
