Forbidden (Playing With Fire)

The woman moaned with every hit, her lower body arching into it, her arms jerking against the restraints. Michaela stared in fascination, emitting her own gasp of pleasure when Austin pinched first one nipple, then the other.

The man halted his ritual, his big body vibrating, his shoulders rising and falling with his every breath, and he turned, taking a step toward Michaela and Austin, then another.

Holding his hand out, he offered her the flogger.

Chapter Eight

“I-I couldn’t,” she said, shaking her head.

The man held the flogger toward her, waving it so the tassels shook. “Take it. Use it on her. We’re inviting you to play.”

His voice was deep, gravelly, and her body jerked in response. She felt like a slut, reacting strongly to a man she didn’t even know while in the arms of a man she did know and care about.

But it seemed as if Austin only wanted to urge her on, encouraging her to go further.

He gave Michaela a nudge on her shoulder. “Do it, babe.”

She turned to look at him, saw that he was studying her carefully. “You think so?”

“Tickle her with it,” the man suggested. “She loves that.”

“Does she know?” Michaela waved her hand at the woman, who laid quietly on the bed, though her body quivered in anticipation.

“She knows you’re here, yes. She likes to be watched.” The man paused, his eyes darkening. “Do you like to be watched?”

“I like to watch,” she said.

“She likes both,” Austin said for her.

The man’s gaze met Austin’s. “May she play with us?”

Michaela’s gaze flickered from Austin to the man, shocked at the way he asked for Austin’s permission. As if Austin was indeed her master and she needed his approval before she could go and play.

Wow. This was heady stuff. She had no clue what she’d gotten herself involved in but this had turned into the most sexually adventurous twenty-four hours of her life.

“If she wants to.” He removed his hand from her thigh and she immediately missed the connection. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I do.”

Taking the flogger from the man, Michaela approached the bed, stood at the foot of it. The musky scent of the woman’s arousal was strong and Michaela stared at her pussy, the way her skin gleamed with cream, her lower lips puffy with need.

Michaela twirled the flogger this way and that, finally letting the leather tails drop u

pon the woman’s cunt. She drifted it back and forth, the soft black leather contrasting against the pink of the woman’s flesh. Michaela’s pussy grew even wetter as she continued, running the flogger along the inside of the woman’s thighs, across her knees.

The woman giggled, twisting against Michaela’s touch, and the man crouched down so he was eye level with Michaela. His expression serious, he said, “Fuck her with it.”

Michaela almost dropped the flogger to the floor. “Excuse me?”

“Fuck her with it, like I did. With the handle.” The man reached for her, swiped his index finger against the woman’s clit and she nearly shot off the bed. “She’s so close. She needs the release before we continue. Will you do her the favor?”

She couldn’t believe this. He wanted her to fuck this woman with the handle of the flogger? Could she do this?

Austin approached, stood on the other side of her, and she glanced up to find him staring down at her, his expression stormy, his mouth tight. “Do you want to?”

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.

“Suck his cock while you fuck her with it,” the man suggested. Michaela whirled around to stare at him. “I’d like to watch. I’d like to invite the both of you to join us.”