So fucking responsive.
Eva was so goddamned perfect.
Quietly, I narrated my strikes to Cole and Tristan, showing where they hurt the most and how to vary the strength and intensity. I listened carefully to Eva’s responses—when she tensed, when she flinched from the whistle of the crop moving through the air.
She’d used a safeword once already tonight, yellow, and I wanted to trust that she’d do it again, but she deserved extra care today.
I alternated strikes with gentle touches. Hard enough to hurt, soft enough to tease, building the sensation until Eva was trembling, incoherent, lost in it.
I handed the crop to Cole. “Your turn.”
He brought it down on her inner thigh.
Eva cried out, her arms shaking.
“Again,” I commanded.
He found a rhythm that had Eva sobbing into the sheets.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Give her what she needs.”
“Color?” Cole demanded.
“Green!” Eva sobbed. “Fuck, green, don’t stop.”
I moved between her thighs, licked her while Cole worked her over with the crop. The contrast—pain and pleasure, sharp and soft—had her shattering in seconds.
She came with a scream, her whole body seizing.
“That’s one,” I said, not giving her time to recover. I slid two fingers inside her, crooked them to hit that spot that made her see stars.
“I can’t—” she started.
“You can,” Tristan said, moving to stroke her hair. “You’re so good for us, kitten. So brave and resilient and stubborn and fucking perfect. Just let go. We’ve got you, I promise.”
Cole brought the crop down on her ass again, and she shattered , coming around my fingers with another broken cry.
“Two,” I said with satisfaction. I slid my fingers through her folds, gathering her arousal. “Open,” I commanded.
Eva’s lips parted, and I fed her my fingers, let her taste herself. She sucked them clean, her eyes glazed.
“Good girl,” I praised, withdrawing my fingers.
“Gimme a taste, Coach,” Tristan said, looking up from between her thighs with a grin.
Coach.My eyes narrowed.
I swiped my fingers through Eva’s folds again, collecting more evidence of how much she wanted this, and held them up to Tristan.
He took them into his mouth and sucked, each pull going straight to my cock. His eyes stayed locked on mine.
Tension crackled between us. Cole watched with dark, hungry eyes from where he’d settled on his knees beside the bed. Eva made a small sound—need or curiosity, I couldn’t tell.
I grabbed Tristan’s chin, hauled him up from between Eva’s thighs. “You’re playing with fire,” I warned him.
“Maybe I like getting burned,” he said.
Fuck it.
