Dreamy.
Marco takes the whole blanket and top sheet off my body. “Normally I would ask for your pressure preference, but I’m not giving you a choice tonight, Ms. Dalton.”
My pussy spasms.
“Okay, Sir.”
I feel feather light touch graze my palm and up the underside of my forearm and back down again. “You should be very proud of yourself, princess. It takes a lot of guts to do what you did today.” His touch and his praise send me to a tingling, heightened awareness of my body.
“I am, Sir.”
His fingers drag slowly over my shoulders and down the other arm, stopping to draw lazy circles in the crook of my elbow. That must be an erogenous zone because all it’s making me want to do is ride both of them until I explode.
I feel a second set of fingers smooth over my ankles and up to my knees. Jay mirrors Marco’s circular ministrations on the inside of my knees and I can’t help a low hum of appreciation escape.
“That feels so good.”
“Good girls get rewarded,” Marco purrs, still touching my inner arms but then pressing soft kisses to my back.
Jay’s hands travel back down my calves and when he gets to my heels, I decide to warn him as he gently touches the soles of my feet. “Oh, I’m ticklish—” but my words are cut off as I scream and involuntarily kick both feet, my legs spasming along with them and I hit something hard.
“Fuck!” I hear Jay grunt as I quickly pull myself up and turn around to see him sitting on the floor with his hands covering his mouth and nose.
Marco kneels next to him as I bolt off the table and join him, stroking his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, baby! I didn’t mean to.”
“Is it bleeding?” Marco asks, trying to pull Jay’s hands away to take a look.
When he does get his hands away, Jay’s eyes are rimmed with water but he’s smiling through the sniffles. “I’m okay, butfuckthat hurt.”
“I’m so sorry!” I repeat.
With a smirk he shakes his head, “If you wanted to teach me a lesson, there are more effective and less violent ways of doing it, ma’am.”
“No, no! I tried to tell you. It was an involuntary reaction—”
“I’m teasing, Cora. It’s okay. Really. Are there any other ticklish zones we should be aware of? Should I be wearing a cup and a goalie mask for the rest of this session?”
Giggling, I lean in to hug him. “No, just the soles of my feet. You can press on them, but the light touches send me into a fit.”
He sighs and squeezes me. “Noted.” Pulling away, he stands up with Marco, bringing me with them. “Now let’s get back to you. Try not to thank us by showing off your kickboxing skills.”
I settle back on the table and shake my head. “I’m never gonna hear the end of this, am I?”
“No. I hope I have a black eye tomorrow and have to tell everyone at work you had to teach me a lesson the old fashion way.”
“Don’t even joke about that!” I gasp.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Marco chides. “Jay’s okay. Cora has unchecked rage issues. Let’s move on.”
I guffaw at his sarcastic accusation, but he just pushes my shoulder down and forces me to lay my face in the cradle. “We’re going to keep going, and in the next phase, Jay is going to get his revenge, princess.”
“What?” I ask.
MARCO
After torturing Cora with featherlight touches and kisses all over her body, we’re ready for phase two. Something I know she’s up for based on her BDSM interest form.
“Alright, Ms. Dalton. I want you to flip over and lay on your back for me. Then close your eyes. Do you trust us?”
