Jace was more than ready to show her just how hard she made him, but two things made him hesitate. He wasn’t sure he was delirious enough to allow Fire to see him in such an aroused state. And Aggie’s retaliation was so much sweeter when he refused her demands.
“Unfasten them for me,” he said, holding her gaze. “Mistress,” he added as an afterthought.
She lashed her crop against his hip—once, twice—and then slid its tip down the solid bulge in his pants. He drank in the delicious sting in his flesh, craving more, much more.
“I’m going to whip him just for disobeying you,” Fire said, and she lifted her arm to draw the length of her whip back.
Aggie caught her wrist. “No. You don’t give him what he wants when he disobeys. You give it to him when he obeys.”
Fire drew her eyebrows together. “And what does he want?”
“You can’t tell by looking at him?” Aggie lashed his lower belly several times, and Jace’s head tilted back as goose bumps rose to the surface of his awakening flesh.
Oh yeah, hurt me, Aggie. Please hurt me.
“You got yourself a pain pig here, Aggie,” Fire said.
She wasn’t the first domme to label him with that title, but it wasn’t completely true. At least not since Aggie had discovered what really got him off.
“Do you want her to try out her whip on you, Jace?” Aggie asked.
“Yes.”
He jerked when she brought the end of the riding crop down on his chest, next to his pierced nipple.
“Yesssss?” she prompted.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
“Then unfasten your jeans. I want them at your ankles.”
He struggled with the conflict between his desire for pain and his embarrassment at the thought of exposing himself to Fire. No woman but Aggie had seen his cock since he’d met her. He was surprised she was willing to allow another woman to look at it. Didn’t she want it all to herself? Aggie waited patiently, and Fire tapped her toe on the cement while he contemplated his next move.
“I say we hit him until he does what you say,” Fire said.
“Yes,” Jace said immediately. “Do that.”
Aggie chuckled. “Not a chance.” To Fire she said, “That doesn’t work on him. He’d let you hit him until your arm gave out or he was unconscious.”
“Can’t I at least hit him once? I obviously don’t have your patience.”
“You may hit him once,” Aggie said.
“Goody.”
He could just see her red patent leather boot in his peripheral vision as she drew the whip back and let it snap against his upper back. It stung, but was so far below his threshold that it would take him ten years to slip into his headspace if that was as hard as she could hit.
“Harder, Mistress Fire,” he requested obediently. Because he could be obedient if it got him what he wanted. He knew this game well.
The whip scraped against the floor behind him as she drew it back and lifted her arm over her head. She didn’t let it fly, though, because Aggie had raised her hand to halt Fire’s action.
“She will not hit you harder until you unfasten your pants and drop them to your knees,” she said.
“Are you sure you want her to see me naked?” he said.
“She didn’t believe me when I was bragging about your size, so yeah, I want her to see it, and I want her to seethe with envy that it’s mine and she can’t have it.”
Jace grinned. Well, when she put it that way, he kind of wanted to show off.
He jerked his fly open, watching Aggie’s reaction as he pushed the fabric from his hips and let his jeans drop to his ankles.
“Jesus,” Fire gasped.
Jace flushed with heat as both women drank in the sight of him.
“Now I see why you let him fuck you while you hit him, Ice. Just looking at him makes me wet. You could make some serious cash with a tool that big, babydoll,” she said to Jace. “Let me know if you ever want to get in the business. You have a dick that belongs in porn.”
“No,” he said without hesitation.
“It’s mine,” Aggie said, running her riding crop down the length of him. “All mine.”
The crack of the whip against Jace’s back caught him by surprise. His belly tightened involuntarily, but he made no sound. He watched Aggie’s face as Fire struck him several times in rapid succession. His eyelids fluttered as a particularly vicious lash struck his shoulder. It had been a while since he’d been under anyone’s punishment but Aggie’s, and all at once he realized how lucky he was to have someone who knew his body in command of the whip, because Fire’s misplaced strike had fucking hurt. Sometimes Aggie let Jace serve as practice for women learning how to hit properly, but they always hesitated to unleash their full power. Fire wasn’t so kind.
“Fire, that’s enough,” Aggie said, picking up on Jace’s subtle cue of displeasure.
The end of Fire’s whip scraped the floor behind him, and he released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“How would you know?” Fire asked. “He doesn’t make a sound.”
Aggie ignored the question and touched her fingers to Jace’s jaw. “Are you done?”
He shook his head. “Show her.” Aggie would know what he meant—show her how to hit him properly. He didn’t have to waste words on her. She knew him well enough to understand his wishes.
Aggie smiled. “She’s not going to obey.”
“Then punish her.”
Aggie grinned. “So that’s what you’re after.”
At times it was unnerving to be completely understood by this woman, at others it definitely played into his favor. The dungeon was no place to give his emotions free rein, but his heart swelled to unbearable proportions as Aggie strode across the room and tugged open the curtain that concealed the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the far wall. He couldn’t deny he loved her and all her various personas for no matter what persona she played at, he could clearly see his Aggie at her core. Everything he could ever need or want was wrapped up in one beautiful package, and the other domme in the room faded into the background in comparison to his angel demon in black patent leather. He wished she’d let her hair down. He loved the way the waist-length black strands moved around her body as she walked and teased and finally worked him over.
“He likes to watch himself beg, does he?” Fire asked when Aggie moved to stand next to her.
Jace couldn’t take his eyes off Aggie’s reflection in the mirror.
“No, he likes to watch me work. On clients. On himself. He’ll especially like watching me work on you.”
“Me?” Fire gave Aggie an odd look. “Why would you work on me?”
“Because you aren’t hitting him properly,” Aggie said.
“So? Who’s in charge here exactly?”
“Hmm,” Aggie said, running the tip of her riding crop down Jace’s spine.
He shuddered as anticipation and excitement followed in its course
. She cracked the tip hard against his ass—once, twice. Perfection. She always made him hurt so good.
“Depends. Right now, it’s me. But that could shift at any time.”
“You two have a strange dynamic,” Fire said.
“But it works,” Aggie said. “Now hit him properly or suffer the consequences.”
“What consequences?”
Aggie slapped Fire’s bare ass cheek with her palm.
Fire jerked, but not half as hard as Jace’s cock did.
“Hey! That stung,” Fire protested.
“Do as you’re told,” Aggie said, her tone uncompromising and hot as fuck.
Fire took out her retaliation on Jace’s back with a strike so brutal, his knees buckled. But he didn’t crumple; he spread his feet to brace himself for the next blow. Two years ago he’d have begged for punishment this harsh, but he no longer needed pain to keep his emotions in check. Hell, to survive. But he still liked it—not because he thought he deserved it, as he had when he’d first met Aggie—but because it intensified the pleasure of his sexual experiences like nothing else could. Aggie had showed him that. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized how completely his mindset had shifted since she’d come into his life. But something inside him wanted to watch Aggie take the brutal domme in red to her knees. His woman was queen of her domain, and he wasn’t sure what he’d ever done to deserve her devotion, but all would bow before her while he stood proudly at her side. He wouldn’t want it any other way.
Jace heard the crack of Aggie’s riding crop against flesh, but didn’t experience the welcome sting of her blows. She’d struck the inside of Fire’s thigh.
“Mmm,” Fire said, “you keep that up and I’m going to beat your boyfriend bloody. No one hits the way you do, Ice. You always did make my pussy hot.”
Always? The thought was ripped from his mind as Fire’s whip cracked against his lower back. He bit his lip so he didn’t cry out. He wasn’t sure when he’d become such a pussy; Aggie’d been taking it easy on him for too long. He could take Fire’s brutality, he could. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Aggie’s succession of lashes landed on Jace’s ass, flanks, and thighs. Yes, like that. Just like that. He gasped brokenly with need as she took him to his next level, his balls heavy and aching for release.