The Denim Dom (Siren Publishing Sensations) by Tymber Dalton

hoping for.”
     
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    The next big scene up for viewing was Sully and Mac. Mac, who wore more than Cris in that he had a leather hood in addition to a leather jock and his collar and cuffs, had been strung up on a bar suspended from chains. His feet were held far apart by a spreader bar connected to the cuffs at his ankles, and he stood with his arms stretched high above him by the restraints.
    “What are those things on his hands?” she asked Tony. They looked more like mitts than they did regular cuffs.
    “Suspension cuffs. They’re made especially for this kind of play, where the arms are over the head. You can’t bear weight with regular wrist cuffs because you risk causing damage to nerves and tendons. And you can never use handcuffs for suspension work. But with those, they have a built-in handle inside he can hold on to. I have a pair in my bag, but they’re made differently than that brand.”
    “Oh.”
    Sully had positioned Clarisse, who had changed into a short, black sundress and a leather collar, on a comfortable-looking pillow in front of Mac. Her pregnancy wasn’t far enough along yet for her to be showing.
    Sully blindfolded Mac and put a ball gag in his mouth. Shayla wasn’t sure what Clarisse’s job was other than to offer moral support to the man. She stroked his legs while Sully began their scene. He started out with bare-handed slaps and pummeling Mac’s back and shoulders with his fists, which quickly progressed to other implements.
    He used a riding crop before quickly switching to a paddle, followed by canes. When he paused and stepped close behind the other man he made a gesture to Clarisse. She reached up and unsnapped the front cup of Mac’s jock, exposing his cock.
    Shayla’s eyes widened. Despite the beating he’d already taken, his cock was semi-stiff and definitely nothing to be ashamed of in terms of size.
    Sully reached around Mac’s front and grabbed him by the throat, forcing his head back. They couldn’t hear Sully’s words, but whatever he said had an effect on the restrained man. His cock grew and stiffened, fully erect now.
    Stepping back, Sully grabbed a whip and uncoiled it. The first strike made a loud pop in the air and to Mack’s left. He flinched, rattling the chains and metal bar he was affixed to, but didn’t struggle.
    “He’s gauging his distance and giving Mac a little mindfuck,” Tony softly explained.
    Sully took two more test strikes on either side of Mac before taking aim and beginning in earnest. The lash landed first between Mac’s shoulder blades.
    And Clarisse leaned in, sheathing Mac’s cock with a condom before she began stroking it with her hands. Mac’s head drooped forward as his hips thrust in the air.
    Sully landed a hit on Mac’s right ass cheek. “Don’t come until I tell you to!” Mac’s head popped up, his back arching at the pain from the strike.
    “This club doesn’t allow penetration or oral sex because of zoning regs,” Tony explained. “But I’ve seen them at private parties where she goes down on him during this part of the scene. The condom keeps the mess to a minimum. I hear you signed up for my whip class next Saturday.”
    She nodded, unable to take her eyes off the scene before her. “And the bondage class.” Clarisse appeared to be doing her best to get Mac off while Sully had clearly ordered him not to.
    “Good. You’ll learn a lot in the bondage class. Seth and Leah teach that one. Kaden taught him well.” His melancholy tone of voice caught her attention and pulled it from the people they were watching. She noticed Tony wore a sad expression.
    “Who?”
    “Kaden. Leah’s first husband and Seth’s best friend.” He gave her a strained smile. “Long and sad story. Not one for tonight.”
    Another crack caught her attention. Sully had landed another strike between Mac’s shoulders. Not every strike made a sound. She suspected he only did it to startle Mac and get his attention. But every