“Yes. These Dom’s know me and they know what I like. To leave you untethered would arouse suspicion. As you were told.”
“I said I’d think about it.”
“And so, have you? Thought about it?”
“Fine.” She lifted up on her toes, her breath hitching as she looked over her shoulder at Mal. He handed me the flogger, then moved in front of her, his hand in her hair. Gently, her pulled her face toward his and stared into her eyes.
"Spread your feet apart," he growled, his voice strained. “Show Geros your hot pussy.”
He watched her as she obeyed, her feet moving farther apart, her thighs open. Her pussy called to me, wet and glistening. Her tight little hole clenched and opened, just a bit, as if it were searching for something to fill it.
Me. Fuck. I wanted to fuck her there, in that tight little hole. And I wanted to do it while everyone on the other side of that wall watched me take what was mine.
Except she wasn’t.
God this mission sucked.
"Geros, slide your fingers into her wet pussy."
I jolted as if I'd been in a trance and moved closer, stood between her spread thighs. Mal took the flogger from me so I was free to touch the woman who was not our mate.
Maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.
Slowly, I slipped two fingers inside her heat. Her whimper was not of pain. I looked up to gauge her reaction. Her face was flushed, her eyes were dilated, her breathing heavy. The pulse at the base of her neck fluttered.
"Fuck her with your fingers while I give her what she needs."
I nodded. I wasn't going to call him Sir, but I was more than happy to be along for the ride. I slid my fingers in and out of her wet pussy, playing with her. Sometimes straight inside. Others at an angle. I tickled the inside of her pussy walls and ran my fingertips around the opening like tracing the rim off a drinking glass.
Mal watched for long minutes until she lifted her hips, trying to take more of me, a light sheen of sweat on her back making her shimmer.
He smacked her bottom with the flogger.
“Ouch!” She jolted at the contact.
“What is your safe word?”
“Pumpkin.”
“Do you wish to use it? Do you want me to stop?” Mal asked.
The silence seemed to stretch to eternity, but I knew it was less than a minute.
“No, Sir.”
My cock was so engorged I felt as if the skin would burst at any moment. I was in physical pain. I knew Mal could be no different, not with the scent of her wet pussy filling the small room.
He ran the flogger lightly against her bottom, and she flinched. He struck her again, the leather strands slapping against her cheeks leaving a red mark, the sting of it making her cry out. He flogged her again, the strands hitting hard, a louder, more intense slap that made her moan and her pussy clench. He used the flogger on her back. Her side. He struck the sides of her breasts as I fucked her with my fingers. As her pussy became wetter. More swollen.
He smacked her bottom with the flogger again and she wiggled, pushing back onto my fingers, forcing me to go deeper. I added a third finger. She groaned. He used the flogger on her thigh. Her body went stiff.
"Do you like that?" He checked in with her again.
"Yes, Sir."
He looked to me and I nodded. Each time the flogger made contact with her skin her pussy clamped down on my fingers.
Mal struck her again and again, until her ass was a deep red.
