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"The colour would look so beautiful against your tanned skin, and after your whipping, the rope would leave the loveliest pattern combination with the welts."
Desi remembered then that bondage was Logan's big kink. He got off tying submissives up and was an expert in the art of Hojojutsu, the Samurai art of restraint and immobilisation bondage using ropes.
"The rope marks would fade first and leave a beautiful hyphen design where the welts have been interrupted."
He continued to speak as he held her head still while he worked his cock through the ring and into her mouth, and she discovered that the tenor of his smooth voice soothed as well as aroused her. So much so that she forgot to anticipate the first strike of Jake's signal whip and the lash caught her by surprise, forcing a short yelp from her throat.
"That's right, baby, scream around my cock." Logan's voice stayed slow and velvety despite the flash of fire and pain that streaked across her shoulders.
"Mmmm, those vibrations are just glorious!"
In an unconscious movement, Desi braced her hands against Logan's thighs to steady herself, and she could feel his rock-hard muscles beneath the leather that covered him.
Logan tangled his fingers in her hair and held her immobile as Jake sent a second flash of fire dancing across her skin an inch below the first, and the third followed swiftly behind so that the pain built faster and ebbed slower. She couldn't keep another shriek from quivering around Logan's cock as he lengthened his strokes while she desperately scrambled for control.
Logan kept his pace smooth and unhurried, his voice continually murmuring words that stopped having any meaning and just the deep cadence of his voice as a gentle hum penetrated her consciousness as the pain morphed into ribbons of pleasure and Desi felt herself slipping into her happy place, once again.
As her pain threshold elevated, Desi felt the lashes of Jake's whip set her alight, each stroke guiding fire through her nerve endings and raising her higher until she was floating in a wonderful bubble of exhilaration and passion that found her stroking and massaging Logan's scrotum without direction from a Dom and cupping and squeezing his ass cheeks and pulling him in as her pleasure was voiced in a constant purr around his shaft.
"Oh, damn, Connor was right. I'm not going to last long, either." Logan's voice barely penetrated the euphoric haze but she read his body language with ease as he stiffened, clenching his fists in her hair and she readied herself for his offering.
His cum shot in thick streams straight down her throat and Jake ceased his thrashing while Joel knelt behind her and unfastened the gag as soon as Logan withdrew.
Desi fell back into his arms as he disposed of the spider and wiped her face with a damp cloth, then massaged gently across her jaw to soothe any stiffness that might set in. Her mind still floated but her body was on fire, arousal coating her thighs and her breath coming in heaving gulps.
Then Joel scooped her across his lap so that she straddled him and motioned for Jake to check his marks and ensure her skin wasn't broken. Desi simply couldn't help it, she abraded her nipples deliberately across Joel's chest, desperate to ease the ache that had built in them.
Logan was slumped in a chair next to them as his ragged breathing returned to normal, but soon he stood up and said, "I'll go and ready everything in the other room," before he walked off through a door on the other side of the dance floor.
Jake studied her flesh carefully, sweeping his palm lightly over her back and making her shudder and moan as his touch set her nerve endings alight and sent another wave of moisture to her already soaking pussy.
A moment later, Desi could smell the distinctive scent of arnica as he gently rubbed cream over her raised flesh and added a generous amount to her reddened buttocks for good measure.
As soon as he'd finished, Joel rose to his feet, taking her with him and adjusting her position so that he could carry her across to the floor to where Logan had disappeared while Jake followed behind. They both had purpose in their stride and Jake jogged ahead to get the door.
Desi still had her head in the clouds and was only fractionally aware of her surroundings. Her body was sensitised from head to toe and the slightest touch ramped up her desire to unbearable levels. Her pussy throbbed relentlessly and she craved release like a junkie desperate for the next fix.
Somewhere in the depths of her mind, she registered a vague surprise when Joel lay her down on a soft comfortable pallet which felt remarkably like a bed, except there weren't any beds at 'Perversions'. Were there? She didn't care; the puzzle was too much for her befuddled brain right now. All she cared about was that it was comfortable and the fabric pressed deliciously against her tender flesh, sending little zings of pleasure to hot, wet places that longed to be filled.
Moments later, Joel lay down beside her, his hard, sculpted body completely nude and Desi murmured her approval, rolling to her side and smoothing her palm across his rigid abs and up to his pecs, playfully tweaking his nipple with her fingers as she bent her head to nip at the other tiny male bud.
Joel gasped and threw his head back as Desi continued her ministrations of his beautiful body, loving this rare opportunity to touch him freely. It didn't last long as Joel batted her fingers away and sat up. Desi pouted, but the momentary disappointment didn't deter her. She was experiencing that lovely, floaty feeling as if she was a little bit tipsy. Enough to scatter her inhibitions and make her brave and demanding. She rolled over and eyed Jake, who stood at the side of the bed…yeah, it was definitely a bed…unbuttoning his jeans.
And just look at that. He was so like Joel, all black hair and blue eyes, similar height and build—they could almost be twins rather than cousins.
Desi crawled across the bed towards him, eying him beneath hooded lashes and a low growl of appreciation emanated from her throat as she rose to her knees in front of him and started placing hot, open mouth kisses all over his torso while her fingers explored the muscles of his back.
Jake groaned and pressed her head to his chest.
"Ah, sweetheart, you're so wound up, you barely know what you're doing." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "But don't worry; we'll take care of you right now."
Jake glanced over at Joel and raised a questioning eyebrow at the hostile glare he received from his cousin. "Jealous much?" he murmured under his breath. If Joel heard, he didn't respond.
Joel lay back down and Jake guided Desi into position.
"Okay, baby, now climb on over Joel and straddle him."
Desi bounced eagerly to where he directed her, anxious for her pleasure before she died of excess lust. The only death she wanted right now was 'le petit mort', the little death as the French called an orgasm.
