assumed were encouragements, but my brain was too fogged to process the words. When he started hitting her with the whip she clenched her hands around the rope as if trying to stop herself from moving. My panties were damp. I imagined myself in her spot, wondering how it would feel to be bound, unable to move. The woman on the bed lost control when the man put more power behind the hit. She strained against the ropes, her body bucking to meet the whip. He paused with the tool at rest until she calmed down and stopped writhing on the mattress. The tines of the whip slid against the woman’s skin with little more than a twitch from her master and it seemed to settle her down. The man leaned in close enough to her ear and whispered something and she nodded. The interaction was primal in a way I’d never seen before, as if the woman begged to be hurt.
Ren tugged me away, but I wasn’t ready to go. I wanted to see how much that woman could take. And I wasn’t fooling myself—I wanted more time to imagine myself on that bed. My breathing was erratic. I couldn’t catch my breath. Ren pulled me against him and whispered in my ear while calming me by lightly caressing my arms with his hands. I closed my eyes and matched the movement of his chest with my own.
“Are you thinking of yourself strapped to a bed? Can you see me over you with a whip letting you feel the lashes until you come? How about those ropes—can you feel them?” Ren licked my ear and nuzzled into my neck.
My God, I could see all of that and I wanted it. I was so turned on I probably could’ve come without a touch. I didn’t have to worry about not having his hands on me— Ren touched me everywhere.
He walked me to another room. This one had the rope up and two naked men inside. One man sat on a chair with the other lying across his lap. The crack of a hand on flesh made me jump. The smacks alternated between each cheek on the man’s ass. His ass started to turn red. The spanking didn’t last long.
Ren moved his hand to my skirt. He inched it up as I watched one man slide from the other’s lap. The smaller man knelt there until the man sitting in the chair fed him his cock. I never thought I would be turned on watching two men with each other, but it was so hot and more erotic than I’d could ever imagine. Ren had my skirt up around my hips and he cupped my sex through my panties. I moaned. So much stimuli. I rocked into his palm wanting a firm touch, but he stopped me.
“Hands behind your back, interlace your fingers and don’t move.”
I didn’t think—I just reacted. My body knew what it wanted.
“That’s right, little one. Watch them and just feel. Take what I’m going to give you, but don’t come until I say that you can. Nod if you’re okay with this.”
I bit my lip, but complied with his demands. I wanted this so much. Fuck wanted, I needed this!
“If I take this to a place you are uncomfortable with say ‘sugar’ and I’ll stop. No questions asked. Then I’ll take you back up front. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I couldn’t say anything else.
“What is the word you need to say if and when you want this to stop?”
“Sugar.”
I was down to one-word answers. I craved what this strong man was going to give me.
“The next time I hear that, we’re finished.”
I nodded my understanding. No way was that word passing my lips. Not yet. I continued to watch the men in the room. The one in the chair held the kneeling man’s head still. He clutched the smaller man’s hair, forcing him to take the cock deep in his throat. It had to hurt, but the expression on the other man’s face was of pure joy. How could he breathe? I held my breath until the man on the chair slid out. God, his cock was huge. I licked my lips.
Ren slipped a finger inside me—slid right in. I was so wet and turned on. The dominant man dragged the submissive man on to the bed and roughly shoved him down on his hands and knees. Oh god, were they
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