Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas 9)

“Carrick will you restrain her for me?”

Carrick leaned in to kiss Thea gently then led her over to the cross, getting her into position and securing her ankles and wrists.

“Did you do what you were told and go without panties, Thea?” Carrick crooned to her as Jardin coated a new butt plug in lube. Tonight, they were taking her ass. He’d reserved a private room for them upstairs.

He had no wish to fuck either Thea or Carrick in front of an audience, even if they wanted that.

“Good girl,” Carrick praised Thea as he raised her skirt, tucking it up high into the waistband and baring her firm ass. “How are you with this, rocket?”

She’d stiffened slightly but as he rubbed her bottom, she gradually started to relax. She still had some hang-ups about her body they were going to need to work through. This was one small step.

“Okay, Carrick.”

Carrick smacked his hand down on one cheek. Then the other. “You’re owed some punishment, aren’t you? For running when you should have come to us. For not confiding in us. That’s going to result in a very hot ass for you. We’re going to plug you, punish you, and, later on, we’ll fuck you.”

“Didn’t you punish me for that the other day?” She pouted.

“No, that was for talking bad about yourself,” Jardin told her.

Carrick gave her another ten or so smacks before moving around the front of the cross. He gently kissed her, watching her closely. “Beautiful girl.”

His hand reached between her legs to tease her clit. She gasped. “Carrick!”

They’d already discussed this scene between them, each of them knew what the other was doing. Carrick would keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn’t freaking out while Jardin pushed her.

“How are you doing, rocket?”

“Good. Green, Carrick,” she cried out as Jardin pulled her ass cheeks apart and slid the firm plug inside her. They’d been plugging her each night, so she knew to relax and let him push it inside her. He watched it disappear, his cock straining against his black pants.

Christ. So hot.

Leaning in, he kissed her neck, the back of her shoulders. “Want to try the crop, baby?” he asked her.

“Yes, Sir.” she murmured.

“That’s my good girl. Just relax for me.”

Luckily, there was a shop in Haven with a good range of implements and toys. He was just going to use the lightest of touches with her.

He grabbed the crop from the bag as Carrick continued to play with her pussy, kissing her, driving her wild. Jardin smacked the crop down on her ass, loving the red imprint it left behind. He gave her three smacks in quick succession.

“How’s that, baby?” Jardin asked.

Carrick pulled his lips away from hers so she could answer, but his hand remained between her legs.

“Good, Sir. Green. Oh hell.”

“Here are some more then.” He landed five more on her ass. Arousal filled him. Having her bound, the fact she was accepting his discipline, it just fucking did something to him.

“Two more, rocket,” Carrick told her. “Still, green?”

“Yes, Carrick.”

Jardin gave her the last two right as Carrick drove her up and over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking on the cross as she came. Jardin moved quickly forward to undo her wrists. Carrick dropped down to release the restraints around her ankles. Then Jardin picked her up and carried her to a chair that was next to the cross for this reason. He sat, holding her on his lap with her ass over the edge of his lap so she wasn’t resting her weight on it. He held her tightly, rocking her slightly as Carrick came to kneel in front of them. He pushed back her hair, smiling down at her.

“How you doing, Thea?”

“Great, Carrick.” She smiled at Carrick then up at him. “More than great.”