Keats’s cock was already half-hard again. Colby smirked to himself. There were some benefits to having a twenty-something-year-old guy around. What Colby could offer in experience and staying power, Keats could match in recovery time and eagerness.
“Spread your feet wide, hands clasped behind your neck,” he said to Keats as he pulled something from his pocket. Keats moved into position, and Colby caught Georgia watching the two of them with unblinking focus. “Georgia, bring me that black bottle from the side table.”
It took her a second, but she snapped out of her haze and grabbed what he needed.
“Next time, you won’t be able to come so fast,” Colby said, crouching down in front of Keats and squirting a little lube on the black silicone device in his palm.
Keats’s gaze turned wary. “What is that?”
“A cock ring.”
“For what?” Keats stared at the ring like it’d bite him.
“It’ll keep you hard longer,” Georgia said, her eyes fixed on what Colby was doing.
“Give the pretty lady a teddy bear. She’s been busy on Google.” Colby stretched the top ring and leaned forward to swipe his tongue over the head of Keats’s cock, then slid the ring to the root of the shaft, lube easing the way but the fit a snug one. Keats was tense as a bow but didn’t move until Colby stretched the bottom ring and fitted it around the base of Keats’s testicles, making them bulge in a pleasantly obscene way.
Keats groaned and his hands fisted. “Oh, fuck.”
“That will only get more intense the more turned on you get. But tell me if it becomes pain instead of pressure. This part is not supposed to hurt. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, on your knees.” Keats lowered to the floor with a darting glance toward Georgia to gauge her reaction. “Now . . .” Colby strolled over to grab his favorite flogger from his closet and ran his fingers through the tails of buttery-soft elk hide. “You both broke the rules, but I can’t very well beat a man with bruised ribs. Not even I’m that cruel. So Georgia will have to take the flogging for you both.”
“What?” Keats said, distress filling his voice. “No way. I can take it. Don’t make her—”
“I can handle it,” Georgia said, her gaze meeting Colby’s without fear.
Colby smiled. His tough, sexy girl. She wasn’t being self-sacrificing—though Keats would probably see it that way. No, Georgia wanted this. She’d done beautifully with the spanking the other night, reacting just how he’d hoped. And he suspected she’d secretly craved this part for a long time even if it’d scared her. All those nights she’d watched him from her window, touching herself. How many times had she wished it were her taking those stinging blows? God knows he’d imagined her there stretched out and vulnerable, waiting for the kiss of pain he could give her.
“Stand in front of Keats, right under that silver ring in the ceiling. I want you close enough that he can see your face when you take your punishment.”
Keats still looked more than a little concerned for Georgia, but Georgia was following directions like a pro. She positioned herself under the O-ring Colby had installed in a roof beam. He brought a long length of soft hemp rope and strung it through the ring.
“Arms over your head.”
Georgia complied, looking like a goddess as she stretched out with that mass of hair and glowing brown skin. Colby took his sweet time wrapping rope around her wrists, enjoying the ritual of binding her in a way that would keep her secure but wouldn’t injure or chafe. For his own pleasure, he bound her forearms, wrapping her to the elbows again. Adornment, not function. The two of them painted a stunning picture, one he knew would stay burned in his memory: Georgia bound in rope and Keats at her feet, cock and balls in the grip of the rings.
He was the luckiest bastard on the planet tonight.
He checked Georgia’s bindings one last time, making sure they’d support her if her knees got weak during the flogging. “Anything hurt or too tight?”
“No, Colby,” she said, her voice breathier than normal, her eyes already getting that far-off look.
Oh, very nice. Someone responded well to bondage. “You look perfect strung up for me, baby. Beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Tell me your safe word.”
“Red,” she said after a moment.
“Good girl. You’ve earned ei
ght minutes under my flogger because you both went four minutes past my deadline. Each stroke will get more intense. Last for all of it, and I may be generous enough to give you two rule-breakers another chance to come tonight.”
She nodded and spread her feet a little wider while lowering her head—preparing for him. He stepped a good swinging distance behind her and readied.