Flynn moaned. “More. Harder.” He welcomed the pain.
“You’ll take what I give you.”
Lust—musky, spicy, enticing—poured off both of them, filling the room, sneaking into the hallway.
“Count,” Teal ordered.
Flynn reached for his cock as the belt met his ass. “Ten.”
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
The sound Flynn made was desire, and need, and longing, all wrapped up in a desperate keening. “No, sir.”
“If she were with us right now, what would you do?”
“Whatever you told me, sir.”
“Good boy.” Teal rewarded him with another lash. “Imagine she’s spread out on the bed in front of you. Naked. Creamy thighs, perfect breasts, glistening pussy, all on display. She wants you. Wants us.”
Flynn’s groan wrapped around me as Teal’s belt met his bare ass. “Nine.”
“If I told you to bury your face between her thighs?”
Flynn moaned. “Please. That.”
“Keep counting.”
“Eight.” Flynn shuddered with the impact of leather meeting his right butt cheek.
“Blow warm breath on her pussy.”
My core clenched. My brain understood they were unredeemable assholes, utterly unworthy of me, but my treacherous body didn’t seem to care.
“Seven.”
“Lick her, Flynn. How does she taste?” With slow precision, Teal ran the belt up Flynn’s inner thigh.
Flynn shuddered. “She’s delicious. She tastes like berries, cream, and cinnamon.” His voice was strained. When the leather met his flesh, he croaked, “Six.”
This was insane. And my body was reacting. Achy. Needy. Eager for Flynn’s tongue.
“Slide your finger inside her, then tease her clit.”
Again, Flynn moaned. “Fuck me.”
Teal chuckled. “Only if you behave. This is a punishment.” Then he brought the looped belt down on Flynn’s ass.
“Five.”
“Is she tight?”
Flynn’s hand hovered near his cock. “So tight.”
“Add another finger.”
“So fucking tight.” His hips jerked toward the bed. “Four. Please, sir, can I?—”
“Touch yourself? No.” He drew his arm back. “Keep counting.”
