Sinners at the Altar (Sinners on Tour 6) - Page 66

“I thought you were going to hit me like that,” Fire said with a pout.

“I will if you do your job properly.”

Jace suppressed a grin of triumph as Fire’s lashes against his back shifted from punishing to tantalizing. Aggie circled him slowly, her eyes locked with his. In time with Fire’s lashes behind him, Aggie struck his hip with a flick of her crop. His lower belly. The inside of his thigh. She ducked her head slightly, still holding his gaze. The tap of her crop against the head of his cock made his entire body jerk. Pre-cum seeped from his tip, dripping on the floor. She’d have made any of her clients lick it up, but not him. Using a red-tipped finger, she collected a lingering drop from his glans and brought it to her tongue to taste him.

“You ready for some pleasure to go with that pain?” she asked.

He nodded, his throat too tight with desire to form words. Her crop struck the inside of his thigh, so close to his balls that his stomach tightened in knots.

“Spread,” she demanded.

He spread his feet apart. She sank to her knees. He stared down at her, overwhelmed by pride and love and lust. She cradled his heavy nuts in one hand and stretched her mouth wide to take his thick cock into the warm recesses within.

“You’re giving him head?” Fire said in disbelief.

Even though she was still working over the flesh of his back with practiced strikes, he’d forgotten the other woman was there until she’d spoken. He was far too lost in Aggie to care what Fire thought or did.

Aggie massaged his balls with just enough pressure to hint at pain. She completely distracted him with the power she held over him as she licked and suckled his cockhead with reverence. Pleasure and pain converged, sending him into a euphoric state, until a particularly hard slash across his shoulders brought him crashing back to Earth. He grunted in protest. Aggie paused, looking up at him in question. He shook his head slightly, trying to find his higher plane, but it had been snatched from his grasp.

Aggie placed a gentle kiss on the head of his cock before rising to her feet. Behind him, something clattered to the floor. Fire had dropped the whip. He didn’t understand why until he saw the look of fury on Aggie’s face.

“Assume the position, Fire.”

As if controlled by puppet strings, Fire bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles, her long mass of red hair trailing on the ground at her feet. Aggie lifted a flail and brought the ends down, smacking Fire’s ass and the swollen flesh between her legs. Fire was so obviously turned on, her swollen pussy was practically spilling from the fabric of her thong. Aggie moved to stand beside her.

“You brought him down on purpose, didn’t you?” Aggie said.

The next strike hit Fire at a different angle, the lashes cracking over the backs of her thighs, her pussy, and asshole. Fire jerked and released a moan of deep pleasure before spreading her legs wider and tilting her pelvis to give Aggie open access to everything between her thighs.

“I might have,” Fire said breathlessly. “I don’t remember.”

Aggie delivered three successive lashes to Fire’s pussy that made Fire quiver with delight.

“Do you remember now?” Aggie asked, staying perfectly in her role of dominatrix as her friend tugged her thong aside and spread her wet and swollen lips with her fingers.

Jace’s mouth went dry.

“No. I think I’ll remember if you punish me,” she said.

Aggie swung the ends of the flail so that they barely tapped Fire’s opening and clit.

“Harder,” Fire whimpered.

“Are you going to remember your place?”

Jace couldn’t seem to stop his hand from circling his rigid cock. He’d never witnessed Aggie in such a position of power. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he was sure he’d die on the spot, but he didn’t want to interrupt.

“Yes, yes,” Fire moaned. “I’ll do anything you want. Send me flying.”

Aggie’s gentle lashes against Fire’s center quickly had her sputtering with orgasm. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground, her body quaking and her breathing erratic. “Thank you, Mistress,” she said and kissed Aggie’s boot. “Thank you.”

Jace was out of his mind with lust. He pulled Aggie against his chest and devoured her mouth. One hand gripped her soft ass while the other struggled to free her hair from its braid. He wanted the silky curtain of her hair around them as he fucked her. When her hair was loose, he clutched a handful and jerked her head back. “Panties off,” he growled, too far gone to think about what he was doing. He just had to get inside her. Fill her. Surround himself with her. Lose himself in her. His Aggie.

She shimmied out of her panties and gasped when he pressed her against the nearest wall. She clung to his shoulders, and he used his hand on his cock to find her. He slipped into her hot, drenched pussy with a groan of bliss and used the wall for leverage as he thrust deep. He was vaguely aware of her legs around his hips, his hands on her ass, her breasts rubbing against his chest as he thrust into her. When lashes against his back added pain to his blend of pleasure and sensation, he called her name in tormented bliss. He couldn’t separate the pleasure from the pain from the emotion. It was all Aggie. Aggie. His demon. His angel. His friend. His lover. His everything.

“Oh fuck,” Jace cried as his body exceeded the pinnacle of rapture and his orgasm exploded, cum erupting deep inside her body. His fingers dug into her ass to hold her still as his final thrust buried his cock to the hilt and he filled her with vigorous pulses of his seed. The stinging lashes against his back intensified, sending him into a mindless state of euphoria far more intense than an ordinary orgasm. He wasn’t sure when Fire stopped striking him or when Aggie shifted position so that her feet were on the floor and she was holding him in her arms, his chest pressed tightly to the soft mounds of her breasts. He’d been so caught up in whatever the hell that had been that he wasn’t even sure if Aggie had come.

“Shit, Ice,” Fire said somewhere behind him, drawing him partially out of the peace of his reverie. “No wonder you love the guy. He fucks like a maniac. Jesus, how many times did he make you come?”

Aggie’s arms tightened around him, and she chuckled. “A few,” she said.

Thank God. He’d hate to think that he’d been the only one to derive pleasure from that mind-blowing session.

“He is amazing in bed,” Aggie continued dreamily, “but that’s not why I love him. I love him because he feels emotions more deeply than any man I’ve ever known, and he accepts all that I am—good and bad—and doesn’t want to change me or erase my past. I can be myself with him.”

Who in their right mind would want to change a perfect woman or prevent her from being her wonderful self? He’d tell Aggie that later, when they were alone. Now that he wasn’t delirious with lust, with pleasure, with pain, he was acutely aware of the strange woman standing behind him.

“You better marry the guy before someone comes along and steals him from you,” Fire said.

“Is that a threat, Starr?” Aggie murmured.

“An observation.”

Aggie leaned away slightly and cupped Jace’s face between her hands. His entire body was aching, throbbing, stinging from the orchestrations of their punishments, but he was most conscious of the gentle press of her fingertips to his cheeks.

“Anyone who tries is going to have one hell of a fight on her hands. This man is mine.”

Even though Starr was still observing them, he couldn’t resist kissing Aggie deeply. Sometimes it was easier to show her how he felt rather than say it. He’d marry her tomorrow if she’d allow it. She kept telling him they’d know when the time was right—that a marriage license was just a piece of paper and it didn’t mean anything—but being able to call her his wife meant the world to him. He just wasn’t sure how to let her know that. He deepened the kiss and pulled her closer, needing her to experience the depth of his devotion. Her arms shifted so she could wrap them around his back, and she stroked the marked flesh with j

ust enough pressure to bring back memories of the delicious blows he’d experienced only moments before. He sucked a breath through his teeth when the less pleasant sting of salt in an open wound interrupted his pleasure.

Aggie straightened abruptly and stared at her fingertips over his shoulder.

“Blood?” she growled, her gaze lifting to Starr. “You made him bleed?”

“Just a little,” Starr said.

“I told you that was a hard boundary,” Aggie said. “No blood.”

“That’s your hard boundary,” Jace said. “Not mine.”

In his past, he’d bled plenty of times after a session, but Aggie had only drawn blood on him once, and it had rattled her so completely that she’d dropped her guard and allowed him close enough to make love to her. He wondered if that was why she was so inconsolably pissed that Starr had made him bleed.

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