Shane snaps a flogger across my ass. Hot lines of pleasure pain blaze on my skin. I moan, and Theo lifts his head. “You like that, don’t you, Addie? You’re sticking your ass out toward Shane. Want another?”
“Yes, please, Mr. Keppel.”
“I think it’s me you should ask,” Shane says, amused. “But since you were so polite, I’ll humor you.” The flogger scours my ass again, and I bite back my yelp.
“Let’s kick this up a notch,” Theo says. He picks up the riding crop. “While Shane works over your ass, I think I’ll amuse myself a different way.”
Oh, yes.
He flicks his wrist. The tip of the crop bites the top of my breast. My skin bursts into flame. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt. A necessary hurt, one that fills a void in my soul.
I wade into a pool of sensation. It surrounds me. I’m held firm by the chains around my wrists. Theo crops my breasts, Shane flogs my ass, and their lips soothe the sting their implements inflict.
Then Shane pushes the seam of my panties aside and thrusts two fingers into my sopping pussy. They twist inside me, searching for my g-spot. My climax hurtles toward me, and I shiver and whimper. I almost break. . .
Shane pulls his fingers away.
Theo tilts my chin up. “Addie,” he says sternly. “You need our permission to come. Is that clear?”
Argh. “Yes, Mr. Keppel.”
He gives me an inscrutable smile and blindfolds me. Then they continue to flog and crop me.
Oh, God. Not being able to see magnifies every sensation. Everything is amplified, heightened. I can smell the subtle aroma of their cologne. Feel each of the suede strands as they collide with my body. I hear the whir of a vibrator—hang on, a vibrator? It hums over my aching nipples, down my stomach, and glides between my legs. Someone pinches my nipples, squeezes my breasts. The tip of the riding crop caresses my pussy, then the rod slides between my folds. Nails scrape a line down my back.
The flogger strikes my skin again. The vibrator grinds relentlessly against my clit. I want to pull away, but I can’t. I want to close my legs, but the spreader bar prevents it. The intensity builds with the speed of a blaze. I have no time to ask for permission. I shudder and explode, chains clanking, gasping, stars bursting behind my eyes.
Shane pulls off the blindfold.
Theo wrings every last moment of pleasure from my body. Then he steps away. “Now, now, Addie,” he says sternly. His eyes are fiery with lust. His erection strains against his trousers. It takes effort to drag my gaze off it. “Did you just come without permission?”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s not going to cut it. I’m afraid we’re going to have to punish you.” He trails the leather tip of the crop over my swollen nipple. I hold my breath, bracing myself for the pain.
He notices. “Do you think I’m going to crop you?” he asks. A smile plays on his lips. “You’re enjoying this a bit too much, Addie. It wouldn’t be an effective punishment.” The leather lands on my breast, and Theo’s lips follow, easing the sting. “Do you want to know how I’m going to punish you?”
I’m not sure I want to know. “If it pleases you to tell me, Mr. Keppel.”
“A good answer.” His voice is approving. “Very polite. Since you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you.” He gives me a truly fiendish smile. “You want to suck our cocks, don’t you, Addie? You’re not going to.”
“What?” I yelp unwisely. “But I want. . .”
Theo rips off my panties and shoves the fabric into my mouth. “Were you going to question my judgment, Addie?”
“No, Sir,” I mumble around the makeshift gag, shifting from one foot to the other to ease the ache in my shoulders. I can’t believe I did that. Theo has every right to be furious. First, I come without permission, and then I question my punishment. I’m not winning any prizes today. Tears form in my eyes, and I blink them away. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Shane notices. “Let’s get you down,” he says gently. He removes the spreader bar and lowers the chains, unhooking my cuffs from them and massaging my shoulders. “Check in with us. You need a break?”
Theo brushes a kiss over my lips. It’s a light touch. A whisper, really. There’s no reason it should make my heart race. He winks at me, and I smile back. Okay, he’s not mad at me. Neither of them is. I take a deep breath and center myself. “I’m okay. I’m green.”
Shane moves the punishment bench back into the center of the room. “Get on,” he orders. “On your knees. You seem to like to come.” The thread of amusement running through his voice makes me both nervous and giddy with anticipation.
He retrieves an anal hook from the cupboard. He warms me up with his fingers before lubing it up and pushing it into my ass. I do my best to relax my muscles, but it’s been a really long time. Shane seems to understand because he’s patient and takes his time.
Once the hook is seated, Theo gathers my hair into a ponytail with gentle fingers and ties it up to the hook. Ooh. I like this. If I move my head forward, the hook moves deeper in my ass. If I jerk up, the hook shifts positions. It’s impossible to forget it’s there.
Shane’s waiting for me to respond. “Yes, Mr. Gaffney,” I say dutifully. “I do like to come.”