Michaela’s skin prickled with awareness as if she were the one experiencing the flogger. It intrigued her. She’d never played with any sort of toys beyond a vibrator in the bedroom and she wondered what it would feel like. The soft l
eather brushing against her body, making her shiver and the rush that would fill her with the first smack of the flogger.
Would it plain hurt? Or would it hurt so good?
Just imagining it made her restless, wet all over again. She squirmed against Austin’s hold, her breath catching when she saw the man drape the tails of the flogger over the woman’s bare pussy. There wasn’t a hair on the woman’s body and with her legs tied open, every detail was on display.
Swollen pussy lips, dark pink folds and a large clit, much larger than Michaela’s, the woman cried out when the man flipped the flogger to the other side, rubbing the handle against her.
He stroked her clit, circled it and then trailed the handle downward, teasing her entry. The woman arched against it, her harsh pants filling the air, and when he pushed just the tip of the handle inside her, she cried out.
Oh God. She couldn’t believe she was watching this unfold right in front of her. The man slipped the flogger deeper inside the woman then withdrew, establishing a rhythm that caused the woman to move with it. He was fucking her with the flogger, the soft leather handle glistening with her juices every time the man withdrew it from her body. Michaela stared in awe, her breath lodged in her chest, her eyes fixated on the woman’s pussy.
She shifted against Austin, rubbing her back against his chest, and his fingers stroked against her stomach, holding her still. Bending his head, his mouth hovered close to her ear and he nibbled her lobe.
“You like that?” His whispered question made her shiver, and she nodded.
His hand splayed across her front. He dragged his fingers across to her hip, then down until he was flirting with the hem of her skirt. She held completely still, watching the man continue to fuck the woman with the flogger while Austin’s hand moved under her skirt and skimmed the outside of her thigh.
The woman was getting close to orgasm, Michaela could tell by the sound of her breathing, the increased frenzy of her movements and her partner could tell as well. He withdrew the flogger from her body completely and brought it to his mouth, his tongue snaking out to lap at the stickiness that remained there.
His gaze lifted, met Michaela’s, and he drew the handle into his mouth, sucking the woman’s cream from the braided leather. He was putting on a show for them, Michaela realized, since the woman couldn’t see anything.
So fucking sexy.
Austin’s fingers stuttered over her skin, as if he too was affected by the man sucking and lapping at the flogger handle. She bucked against his touch, hoping like hell he would continue his search, and he did. His fingers resumed their slow glide, now up her inner thigh to swipe against the silken front of her panties, and Michaela gasped.
The man smiled, a feral bearing of teeth, and she let her glance slide down to the very noticeable bulge straining the front of his pants. Austin’s free hand slid up, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast, fingers teasing her skin exposed by the dress’s keyhole cutout in between her breasts. She thrust her chest out and licked her lips, her eyes still locked on the man, and his chocolate brown eyes heated with awareness.
She was eye fucking this stranger all while Austin touched her and she couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe she was enjoying it. The way the man watched her aroused her almost as much as Austin’s touch.
“Undo my dress,” she urged Austin, her gaze not leaving the man’s.
He paused in touching her. “What?”
“The clasp at the back of my neck, undo it. Please.” She sounded desperate, she knew it but she didn’t care. Tilting her head, she swept her hair away from her neck, draping it over one shoulder. Indicating where she wanted him to undo it.
His fingers landed upon her neck, warm and comforting, stroking her there. “You’re sure.”
Michaela nodded. “Yes.” Oh, yes.
The poor woman writhed atop the bed, her whimpered words of agony getting louder and louder, but the man ignored her, as if this was part of the game, his gaze trained on Michaela. Austin undid the two hooks of the halter and the fabric fell forward, Michaela tugging it down more so it exposed her breasts to the man’s gaze. Her nipples hardened and the man licked his lips, as if he might want a taste.
What would Austin say if that happened? Would he allow her to do this? Or would he tell her no?
And why was she thinking like this? She was her own woman, she wasn’t in any sort of relationship with Austin beyond sexual so why did she need his permission?
Because she felt as if she did belong to him, at least for tonight. And she didn’t feel right in doing things with another without his consent.
“He likes what he sees,” Austin whispered in her ear, perfectly aware of what was happening between them.
“So do I,” she admitted, her voice weak, and Austin stilled behind her.
Cupping her breast in his hand, Austin kneaded the soft flesh. She arched against his touch, her body undulating against his. His cock nudged the small of her back, large and insistent, and she smiled. The power she held, the fact that two men wanted her at this very moment was mind blowing.
Arousing.
The man turned his attention back to his woman, his face softening, as if he felt guilty for withholding her pleasure for so long. Taking the flogger, he reared back his arm and slapped the soft leather tendrils against her pussy. She cried out in agonized pleasure at the connection and he did it again, then again, the sound of the leather hitting her flesh reverberating in the close confines of the room.