Erin began digging in her purse and pulled out her wallet. I laid my hand over hers, and she looked up at me. “You’re our guest,” I said.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “I appreciate that.”
Erin’s drink came and we chatted for a little bit. “My friends are getting upset with me,” she admitted.
“Why is that?” Jackson asked.
“Well,” she said, scrunching up her face, “they claim I’ve been ignoring them.”
“Because of us?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, they aren’t wrong. I guess I’ve been a bit of a black cloud since we got here. I wasn’t in the mood to see all the lovey-dovey stuff,” she admitted. Then she let out a dry laugh. “That’s because I walked in on my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, sleeping with another woman. In my bed.”
“Ouch,” Jackson said. For some reason, he looked guilty. I’d definitely have to ask him about that later. “That’s awful.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, finishing the rest of her drink. “He was a really shitty boyfriend though.”
Erin’s screams of pleasure echoed through the private room down in the Dungeon. She was strung up by her hands, completely naked but for the cuffs around her wrists and the blindfold around her eyes. She had two red marks on her back and one on her bottom.
I stood several feet away from her, a purple riding crop in my hand. I’d tossed my jacket when I walked in and had the sleeves of my button-down rolled up to the elbows. I felt strong, in charge. It was a drastic difference from earlier when I’d felt lost, almost intangible.
I was so hard, my cock straining against my slacks, begging to be freed and stroked. For now, I ignored it. I’d have my fun, but right now it was about Erin. About making her scream.
Circling around to her front, I asked, “Do you feel repentant yet?” When she didn’t say anything, I laid a light tap on her thigh.
“You’re supposed to respond when I ask you a question.” I walked closer to her, standing right in her space. “Are you repentant?” I asked again, running the end of the riding crop down the side of her face. She whimpered at the touch.
“I don’t know,” she cried. “I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.”
I guided the crop down her body and teased her hard nipples with it. “Don’t lie to me,” I murmured. “You’ll only get in more trouble.”
She shuddered beautifully. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” she whined.
“I know you are,” I replied softly, and then gave her a swat on her other thigh.
It didn’t take long before Erin began to beg. “Please,” she cried out, “please, I need you so much. I feel like I’m dying with need.”
I yanked the blindfold off, wanting to see the desire in her eyes.
“What do you need, Erin?” Jackson asked from where he leaned against the wall, watching everything.
She whimpered again. “Please!”
“You have to say,” I said, lightly running the end of the riding crop between her legs. When I withdrew it, I saw that it was wet.
“I need someone inside me. I need to feel full. I need to get fucked.”
“What do you think, Jackson?” I asked. “Think she deserves to get fucked?”
Erin’s eyes darted between us and she furiously nodded.
“I don’t know,” Jackson said, walking closer. He folded his arms across his chest and appraised her. “It’s a tough call.”
“Please,” she said again. Her voice was so quiet, so desperate, that I knew she was finally ready for it.
“Okay,” I said. Erin sighed in relief.
Jackson grabbed her from behind to support her as I unlocked the cuffs. Once she was free, she slumped in Jackson’s arms.
I nodded at him and went to sit down.
“You ready?” he asked Erin.
She nodded, her voice soft as she said, “Yes.”
Jackson wasted no time lifting her and carrying her to the table that housed all our toys. He placed Erin on the edge of the table and threw the toys to the floor. Grabbing Erin’s shoulder, he pushed her until she lay on her back. His hands went to his belt and in seconds, he had his cock out. Jackson stroked it a few times and Erin spread her legs apart.
He teased the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy and sank into her. Her cries filled the room as he filled her. Grabbing her hips, Jackson pulled his cock out and sunk back in.
As I watched them fuck on the table, I unzipped my pants and pulled my own cock out. I was already so keyed up from the way Erin responded to me earlier that I knew I wouldn’t last long. I honestly wasn’t sure Jackson would either, though I hoped he lasted long enough to give it to Erin the way she deserved.
After a while, he pulled out and bent over, burying his face between her legs. She came so quickly after that. Her body was gorgeous as she orgasmed, her back lifted in a deep arch, legs twitching. They would have fallen if I hadn’t been holding them up.