“Yes Sir, I understand,” she replied.
“Good girl.” He went to where he'd put the bag from the shop and took out the flogger. He carried it over to her, adjusted her so her legs were spread a bit, and then trailed the flogger over her skin. He kissed between her shoulder blades then stepped back. He started with light swats on her back, ass, and upper thighs to warm her up and get her used to it. Soon he was hitting her harder and faster, watching her for signs of distress. “What color, Angel?” he asked.
“Green. Definitely green,” she replied.
He slid a hand down to her folds and groaned. “So fucking wet,” he said and slid his fingers through her wet folds. Then he lifted them to her mouth. “Taste yourself,” he ordered.
Her tongue flicked out and she licked his fingers clean.
“That is so fucking hot,” Finley groaned from the bed where he lay in just his boxer briefs while Zaine growled, “Good girl.”
Then Zaine went back to flogging her. When her head dropped, he moved to her and leaned down to look her in the eye. Her eyes were glazed, and he grinned. “How are you feeling Angel?”
“Floaty,” she replied breathily.
“That's our girl. You're in subspace,” he told her. “Let's get you on the bed and I'll get you some water,” he told her.
He helped her onto the bed where she curled against Finley, then went and got a glass of water. “Take small sips,” he told her, handing it to her.
“I had no idea subspace could feel so good,” she murmured.
“Well, now you do, and I will happily oblige you any time you want to feel it,” he promised.
“Mm, I like the sound of that,” she said, finishing her water.
“Eat this,” he said, giving her some chocolate. “Good girl,” he said when she did as told. He fed her bits of chocolate until it was all gone, then he settled next to her.
“Not that I'm complaining, but what was with the water and chocolate?” Sorcha asked.
“Your ex didn't give you aftercare?” Zaine asked. When she shook her head he growled. “What an asshole,” he said. “Aftercare is important,” Zaine told her and caressed her.
Sorcha dozed off in his arms, and Finley curled around her. They stayed like that for hours, before Sorcha woke up.
Smiling up at Zaine, Sorcha turned and kissed him. “Tie me up and have your way with me,” she purred.
“Who are we to deny our girl what she wants?” Finley growled.
“Indeed. Now that our girl has rested, and is no longer in subspace, she’s in the proper headspace to make decisions. Lay down and spread your arms and legs,” Zaine ordered.
Sorcha did as told and Zaine trailed a hand down her body. “Such a good fucking girl,” he said and slid a finger into her. “So wet and ready to be fucked.” He withdrew his finger and sucked it clean. Then he made quick work of tying her up. Last was the blindfold. “Remember, if you need to stop—”
“I know, red,” she replied.
Zaine went to the ice bucket and took out two pieces of ice. He handed one to Finley then moved to the bed. Once there, he traced her left nipple, making it pucker. Finley did the same on her right nipple. Then they lowered their heads and gently bit her nipples.
Sorcha gasped and arched as much as her bonds would allow.
Zaine trailed the ice down to her pussy and traced her heated flesh.
“Ohh,” she whimpered.
When that piece of ice melted, they got another and continued teasing her with it. Zaine gently pressed the ice cube into her and smirked at the way she jerked. He loved watching her try to squirm.
When Finley moved between her thighs, Zaine leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. He was going to savor every single second.
Finley
Finley parted her folds and flicked his tongue over her heated flesh. He groaned at her taste and eased two fingers into her. He curled them to get to her G-spot and stroked it. He moved his lips to her clit and suckled it. He could feel her quivering and knew she was close. “Come for me, Sweetheart,” he told her and gently bit her clit at the same time Zaine bit her nipple.
