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My mouth watered.
Ginger moaned for more, liquifying into the bench. Or maybe I could no longer blink her into focus.
“Get me a paddle, Micah,” Dean said, sending another slash of the flogger against Ginger’s thighs.
I moved, my ears muffled, my blood seeming to churn sluggishly as I stood in front of the wall, unseeing. More numb than I’d wanted to be for Chaz’s birthday present to us.
Goddamnit to fucking hell—I’d fucked up.
“Paddle!” Dean barked, making me blink into reality again.
I grabbed the closest toy off its peg and stumbled back to Dean.
My dick had deflated, I realized, glancing at his, which stuck straight up and leaked down its length. Or maybe his boner melted too. I snorted a laugh. “This shit turns you on,” I heard myself say.
“It would turn you on too if you weren’t so fucked up—shit, man,” he whispered. “That’s a cane.”
“Huh?” I asked for clarity, not quite catching the words through his lowered tone.
Dean snagged the toy from me before I could process what he’d said and turned toward Ginger. “Tie her wrists up for me, Micah.”
I blinked. She looked so pretty with her skin all flushed. Pussy glistening, thighs even wet from the arousal leaking from her.
Why wasn’t my dick hard?
My best friend elbowed me. “Do what I said while she’s floating there all sweet and quiet for us. Let’s show her a real good time.”
I found myself doing as Dean had instructed without conscious effort. Leather bindings were chained to the front of the bench, and Ginger didn’t fight me as I clipped them in place around her wrists.
Dean had done the same to her heels, keeping her legs spread wide. “Suck his dick, sweet girl. Make him hard. I want his cum down your pretty throat when I unload in your ass.”
Ginger opened her mouth, her eyes glazed over with lust.
I shuffled closer, holding the base of my flaccid dick to rub it over her lower lip.
She groaned and stuck out her tongue.
“Ah, fuck.” I gulped as reality slammed into my brain, bringing me fully into the moment.
There was an older woman tied up in front of me, offering her mouth. A willing participant who’d given her consent for me to use her body to get off—that was all I cared about.
I slid my thickening length over her tongue, straight into her throat.
Ginger didn’t gag, but tears welled in her eyes.
“Shit—so good,” I slurred and cradled her face in my hands, backing out and pushing into her throat. “Fucking hell, Dean. Her mouth is heaven.”
She jolted, shrieking around my dick.
Dean had hit her.
Sputtering, she tried to yank against her restraints.
I slid out, frowning. Blinking to keep her watering eyes from dissolving into liquid and sliding down her face. “Wha—”
Dean landed another blow.
Ginger yelped, her eyes becoming clear again. She twisted her head to look at Dean. Muttered something.
