whip?”
She stared straight into his eyes. “You, Master.”
With a nod, he lightly breezed over her skin to the curly thatch of strawberry-blonde hair at the juncture of her thighs. He flicked the hairs, parting them, pushing deeper to the folds beneath. Once he had the rod of the crop against her clitoris, he sawed it gently back and forth.
Audrey’s back arched off the bed, her knees pulling in, her ankles halting her progress. “Please, oh, please.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Like I’m on fire. Please let me touch you. If not, let me touch my breasts,” she begged, looking up hopefully.
“You want to be touched?” Jackson nodded to Luke and Mark. “You heard the lady, touch her breasts.”
Luke and Mark sprang forward. Luke rolled Audrey’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Mark bent and licked the areola, drawing a circle with his tongue before he sucked the whole thing into his mouth, pulling so hard his cheeks sank in.
Audrey pressed into him.
Not to be outdone, Luke bent over her and took her other nipple between his teeth and nibbled, then sucked.
Confident she was being taken care of, Jackson continued his attack. “Do you like what my brothers are doing?”
“Yesss,” she cried, her body undulating against the sheets.
He slapped the inside of her thigh with the riding crop.
Audrey gasped.
“Yes, what?” Jackson asked.
“Yes, Master.”
He swished the tip of the crop over the red mark it had left, then dragged it up to her moist pussy, swirling the end in her juices. He laid down between her legs and buried his face in her bush, tonguing her clit while he used the tip of the riding crop to stroke her entrance. His mouth moved lower, his tongue darting into her channel, lapping at her creamy center. From her pussy to her clit, he alternated, until her cries became louder, her body bucking from all of the attention.
When she suddenly stiffened, he knew he had her where he wanted her.
His cock couldn’t get any harder and he could wait no longer.
“Get back,” he ordered his brothers.
Mark and Luke jumped back as Jackson climbed between Audrey’s legs, lifted her hips and plunged into her.
“Faster,” she screamed.
Jackson popped her leg with the crop. “Faster what?”
“Faster, Master!” she shouted.
He rode her faster.
“Harder.”
He tapped her nipple.
“Harder, Master. Pleeease!”
The bedframe groaned and creaked as Jackson thrust into Audrey, again and again, his balls hitting her skin making a clapping sound between the grunts and heavy breathing.
Audrey grasped the ropes binding her wrists, pulling hard to leverage her hips upward to meet him thrust for thrust.
Every muscle in Jackson’s body tensed, every nerve exploding in a firestorm of orgasm, shooting him over the precipice into an abyss so wonderful, he never wanted to return. He rammed in and out, his cock hot with friction.
At the crest of his climax, he called out, “Audrey!” his eyes squeezing shut with the power of his release.
It took several minutes for his mind to reengage, and when it did, an eerie silence had settled over the room.
Mark and Luke stood back, their eyes wide.
Jackson’s gaze shot to Audrey, and it finally struck him what he’d done.
Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, dampening the fabric of the black mask. Her voice no more than a whisper, Audrey said, “Crackerjack.”
Mark and Luke moved forward, working to loosen the ropes at her wrists.
Jackson slid out of her and off the end of the bed, his fingers fumbling with the bindings at her ankles.
He didn’t look up until she was completely free. Red marks on her wrists and ankles served as a reminder of their journey.
Audrey rolled to the side, dragging the sheet with her.
“Audrey.” Jackson reached to pull her into his arms.
She sidestepped him and ran from the bedroom.
Luke shook his head. “I had no idea.”
Jackson went after her.
Mark slammed an arm across his chest
She stared straight into his eyes. “You, Master.”
With a nod, he lightly breezed over her skin to the curly thatch of strawberry-blonde hair at the juncture of her thighs. He flicked the hairs, parting them, pushing deeper to the folds beneath. Once he had the rod of the crop against her clitoris, he sawed it gently back and forth.
Audrey’s back arched off the bed, her knees pulling in, her ankles halting her progress. “Please, oh, please.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Like I’m on fire. Please let me touch you. If not, let me touch my breasts,” she begged, looking up hopefully.
“You want to be touched?” Jackson nodded to Luke and Mark. “You heard the lady, touch her breasts.”
Luke and Mark sprang forward. Luke rolled Audrey’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Mark bent and licked the areola, drawing a circle with his tongue before he sucked the whole thing into his mouth, pulling so hard his cheeks sank in.
Audrey pressed into him.
Not to be outdone, Luke bent over her and took her other nipple between his teeth and nibbled, then sucked.
Confident she was being taken care of, Jackson continued his attack. “Do you like what my brothers are doing?”
“Yesss,” she cried, her body undulating against the sheets.
He slapped the inside of her thigh with the riding crop.
Audrey gasped.
“Yes, what?” Jackson asked.
“Yes, Master.”
He swished the tip of the crop over the red mark it had left, then dragged it up to her moist pussy, swirling the end in her juices. He laid down between her legs and buried his face in her bush, tonguing her clit while he used the tip of the riding crop to stroke her entrance. His mouth moved lower, his tongue darting into her channel, lapping at her creamy center. From her pussy to her clit, he alternated, until her cries became louder, her body bucking from all of the attention.
When she suddenly stiffened, he knew he had her where he wanted her.
His cock couldn’t get any harder and he could wait no longer.
“Get back,” he ordered his brothers.
Mark and Luke jumped back as Jackson climbed between Audrey’s legs, lifted her hips and plunged into her.
“Faster,” she screamed.
Jackson popped her leg with the crop. “Faster what?”
“Faster, Master!” she shouted.
He rode her faster.
“Harder.”
He tapped her nipple.
“Harder, Master. Pleeease!”
The bedframe groaned and creaked as Jackson thrust into Audrey, again and again, his balls hitting her skin making a clapping sound between the grunts and heavy breathing.
Audrey grasped the ropes binding her wrists, pulling hard to leverage her hips upward to meet him thrust for thrust.
Every muscle in Jackson’s body tensed, every nerve exploding in a firestorm of orgasm, shooting him over the precipice into an abyss so wonderful, he never wanted to return. He rammed in and out, his cock hot with friction.
At the crest of his climax, he called out, “Audrey!” his eyes squeezing shut with the power of his release.
It took several minutes for his mind to reengage, and when it did, an eerie silence had settled over the room.
Mark and Luke stood back, their eyes wide.
Jackson’s gaze shot to Audrey, and it finally struck him what he’d done.
Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, dampening the fabric of the black mask. Her voice no more than a whisper, Audrey said, “Crackerjack.”
Mark and Luke moved forward, working to loosen the ropes at her wrists.
Jackson slid out of her and off the end of the bed, his fingers fumbling with the bindings at her ankles.
He didn’t look up until she was completely free. Red marks on her wrists and ankles served as a reminder of their journey.
Audrey rolled to the side, dragging the sheet with her.
“Audrey.” Jackson reached to pull her into his arms.
She sidestepped him and ran from the bedroom.
Luke shook his head. “I had no idea.”
Jackson went after her.
Mark slammed an arm across his chest
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