They’re on either side of me on the bed, Chris on my right and Kev on my left, and Chris pushes Kev’s blazer halfway off, holding it and pinning his arms to his sides as he kisses him again.
“Going to treat our good girl to a show she’sbeen missing,” Chris says as he looks right at me with an evil smile. He releases Kev. “Jacket off, then wait.”
Kev finishes shrugging it off and drops it to the floor. Then he quickly unfastens his collar and cuffs and rolls his sleeves up.
Meanwhile, the sadist grabs a riding crop I didn’t even see from the end of the bed, grabs me by the ankles, and shoves them up and back so I’m bent inhalf and my ass is now exposed.
“Hold her, boy,” Chris orders. “And keep her quiet.” Kev happily complies. He smiles down at me as he holds my legs back with one arm, and covers my mouth with his other hand.
My position gives the sadist a prime target, but first he slides a finger between my thighs, where my pussy is also now exposed.
I shiver, a moan rolling from me, and Chris laughs. “Yes,the girl needed this, too.”
The first strike, perfectly landing across the sit line between ass and upper thighs, makes me shriek. Thank god Chris thought to muffle me.
“Ooh, the girl felt that,” Chris said, his finger trailing over my clit this time and teasing me. “Let’s see what else she’ll feel.”
I can’t really see what Chris is doing, from how his back is to me, and my legs are in theway.
What Icansee is, looking up into Kev’s blue eyes, the amusement plainly visible there as he blows me a kiss while I scream and moan into his hand. Chris alternates vicious hits with the riding crop with playing with my clit and pussy, back and forth, pleasure and pain and reminding me who’s in charge.
Who Iwantto be in charge.
And it’s even sexier with Chris in his jeans and Kev inhis slacks and shirt
Kev is totally on the sadist’s side today. This is Priest and Prophet tag-teaming me. “I think she can take more, Sir,” Kev teases.
I moan against his hand, loving and hating this all at the same time, and needing every second of it.
“Oh, I know she can take more, boy.” By the time he finishes, I’m going to find sitting interesting tomorrow, I can tell already.
He takesa break from hitting me with the crop to slide two, then three fingers inside me, pulling another kind of moan from me as I try to rock my hips.
Both of those motherfuckerslaughat my predicament.
Chris pulls his fingers free and Kev opens his mouth, his gaze hot and longingly on Chris now.
Chris’ smile turns positively evil. He lets Kev suck his fingers clean, that talented tongue of hisswirling around every digit and making me moan in desperation.
I know what that tongue feels like.
I know where I want to feel it, too.
They look down at me again. “Aww, is the girl horny?” Chris asks.
Whimpering, I nod as best as I can with Kev’s hand in place.
Chris pulls his fingers from Kev’s mouth and they return to my pussy, where he finger-bangs me almost to the point of coming—
And then the rat bastard fuckingstops.
“Nooooo!” I wail against Kev’s palm, and you knowboththose motherfuckerslaugh.
I mean, okay, it’s a good laughter, because it’s actually a sound that’s been sorely lacking from both my men since our lives shifted hard at the beginning of the month, butstill.
Motherfucker!
“Oooh, you pissed her off, Sir,” Kev jokes.
