set of goose bumps across her soft skin. “You’ll get used to it.”
When Edgard returned with the mirror, Colby tilted it against the plaid seat cushion so Channing could see the smooth line of her back and the intriguing curve of her ass.
“What are you doing?”
“Hush, or I’ll gag you. Watch the mirror. If we see you lookin’ anywhere else, the punishment starts over from the beginning, understand?”
She nodded.
Using the soft, frayed end of the old cotton rope, Colby swished it across her shoulder blades. He flicked it over the top of her arms. The ticklish bend of her torso. Trailed it up and down her spine softly, like a feather. He crisscrossed it over her legs. He performed the caress a dozen times, watching her squirm more thoroughly with every pass. Smelling her excitement with each pass.
Then he snapped his wrist and whipped the rope against her ass, each cheek, ten times in rapid succession.
Channing gasped.
He angled his face near her head. “Listen up. I’m not embarrassed by you.”
She didn’t answer.
Colby flicked the rope on each cheek again. “Repeat it back to me.”
“You’re not embarrassed by me.”
“Good.” He dragged the silky end of the rope down her butt crack. “Say: I want you around.”
She hesitated.
Three whips this time. Her cheeks flexed. “I want you around. Say it.”
“You want me around.”
“You’re learnin’. Last thing. You wanna dress me down, do it in private.” Four sharp cracks.
Channing groaned.
“Say no backtalk.”
“No backtalk.”
“See? That ain’t so bad.” Colby whispered in her ear, “Tell me the truth. Don’t you like that little spark of pain with your pleasure?” He added five more strokes to each cheek.
Her gaze darted to the mirror and the stripes that’d bloomed on her flesh. Not ugly raised welts, just pink strips, which contrasted with her pearly white skin.
“Now, isn’t that pretty?” he murmured, skimming his rough palm over the quivering globes of her butt. “Warm. Soft.”
She whimpered.
“Ah, shug, I told you that you wouldn’t be cold for long. You feelin’ the heat yet?”
A tiny nod.
“You’ve been a good girl, takin’ your licks with no complaints. Let me take the sting away.” Colby slid her body down the table until the tips of her pointy-toed turquoise boots hit the carpet. “Spread your legs wide. I wanna see if your pussy is the same color as those lovely stripes on your ass.”
“What do you want me to do?” Trevor asked.
“Get that mirror to the right angle and make sure she watches everything I’m doing to her.” Colby dropped to his knees. He cupped her butt cheeks and looked his fill. From the blood-darkened pink of the hood covering her clit to her ruby-red pussy lips to the dusky pink of her puckered rosette. He closed his eyes briefly and inhaled the heady aroma of her excitement.
Then Colby buried his face into the paradise between her soft thighs. Licking her sweet syrup, sucking her inflamed clit, losing himself and his anger in her taste and her feminine heat. He made soft humming noises against that little throbbing nub until she began to grind that warm wetness into his face.
When he sensed the change in her breathing and the sudden tension in her muscles, he removed his mouth and pulled back, leaving her panting for more, hanging on the cusp of an explosion.
Their eyes met in the mirror. “I want you, Chan. I want you bad. I always want you. Say it back to me.”
“You want me bad. Please—”
He growled and smacked her ass. “Say it right this time.”
“You want me. You want me bad. You always want me.”
“Goddamn right. Don’t forget it.” Without looking away from her, he said, “Edgard. Drop your pants and move to the head of the table.”
Clank clank echoed as Edgard freed the metal catch on his big belt buckle. Then the tinny sound of a zipper releasing and the rustle of denim, followed by muffled footsteps filled the stillness.
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