“Please what?”
“I need to come. Please let me come.”
“Not yet. We’re only on level two.” I increased the vibration to level three and brought the floggers down harder.
She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, her body caught between sensations so intense she couldn’t process them separately anymore. This was exactly where I wanted her. On the edge. Overwhelmed. Surrendering completely.
“Level four,” I said, my own arousal painful in my jeans. Watching her like this, knowing I was the one causing both her pleasure and her pain, was intoxicating. “Almost there, baby. Hold on for me.”
“I can’t. I can’t hold it.”
“Yes, you can. You’re stronger than you think.”
I worked the floggers in rapid succession, covering her ass and thighs with perfectly placed strikes, while the butterfly buzzed relentlessly against her clit. She was begging, pleading, her words becoming incoherent.
I glanced at Lex. He was gripping the arm of the couch, his knuckles white, clearly affected by watching her.
“Level five,” I announced, maxing out the vibration. “And now you can come. Come for me, Cami. Show us how beautiful you are when you let go.”
I brought the floggers down in a series of strikes timed with the pulses of the vibrator. The combination pushed her over the edge.
She screamed, her whole body convulsing against the cross, pulling against the restraints. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave crashing through her.
I watched her slip into subspace, her body going slack, her breathing shallow. I immediately dropped the floggers and moved to the cross, turning off the vibrator.
“Lex, help me get her down.”
He was at my side instantly. We worked together to release her restraints, catching her as her legs gave out. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the couch, settling down with her cradled against my chest.
Lex grabbed a blanket and covered all three of us, then positioned himself so her feet were in his lap. He began massaging them gently while I held her, stroking her hair, bringing her back slowly.
“There she is,” Lex said softly when her eyes finally fluttered open. “Welcome back.”
“How do you feel?” I asked, checking her pupils to make sure she was fully present.
“Good,” she mumbled. “Floaty. Tired.”
“You were incredible,” Lex told her, his hands still working her feet. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, looking between us. “Thank you both. For keeping me safe. For making me feel so good.”
“Always,” I promised, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
We sat like that for a long time, bringing her slowly back to earth. I checked her wrists and ankles carefully, relieved to see no marks from the restraints. Lex made sure she drank water from the bottle I’d brought and ate some of the KitKat we kept for aftercare for her.
“Where does it hurt?” I asked, running my hands over her back gently.
“Everywhere,” she said with a small smile. “But in a good way.”
“I’ll put cream on it when we get home. Help with any bruising.”
“I need sleep,” she finally admitted. “I’m so tired.”
“Then we’ll take you home,” Lex said immediately.
We helped her dress in the gown, and I wrapped my jacket around her for extra warmth. She was steady on her feet but clearly exhausted.
Outside, the cold air made her shiver, and I pulled her closer as we walked to my truck. I lifted her into the passenger seat while Lex climbed into the back seat.
