He stayed silent, as did Olivia.He kept his eyes on thefloor before him, and eventually Keane’s worn boots came into view and he felta hand on his head.
“I need you to know that everything I do this evening is tohonor both of you,” Keane said with grave intent.“I want to give you what youneed.Everything you need.You have to communicate with me.You can’t havesessions with other Doms because you don’t want to talk to me about what youneed.”
He kind of wished he had never mentioned that session withJulian.Though it was nice to know his Master was jealous.It was only onesession.He would never mention to Keane that Julian had offered to set him upwith a top.His choice.Man or woman.He had told Julian there was only one tophe would ever accept.“I promise, Master.”
“Then I think we’ll make use of the hooks in the ceiling.Olivia, will you be so good as to bring me the four-footer?”
Garrett felt his whole body strain with anticipation.
Olivia rose to her feet beside him.“Uhm, is Master goodwith a whip?”
Garrett winced.Keane was excellent with a whip, but theyhadn’t used one on Olivia.She bruised easily and required a softer touch.
Garrett didn’t want softer.He wanted his Master to go hard.
“I’m damn good with it, and if you keep questioning me,you’ll find out,” Keane promised.
She scurried off to find the whip.
“I think she’s worried about you.She’s never seen me use awhip before.I wouldn’t on her.Her skin is delicate.It pinkens up at thelightest smack,” Keane said, his voice lowered.“But I think you can handle it.I think you want it.”
“I do.”
“I do not have delicate skin,” Olivia protested as shehanded him the whip.“I’m a hard bottom.”
She was absolutely not.She was a bit delusional, but hecould accept the flaw.
Keane chuckled.“Yeah, you are, baby.I’ll have to test thattheory at a time when you haven’t been in the hospital.It’s okay.You’reracking up the punishment.You’ve already got thirty I owe you.”
He was learning how to deal with Olivia.Keane was adaptingto their girl, and it was a marvelous thing to see.Garrett brought his headup.“We can make a day of it, Master.A spanking day.”
Olivia frowned.“Maybe I’m a medium bottom.And I can handlea spanking tonight.”
“No.Trust me.You’ll feel what we do to you tonight in thatsweet ass of yours all day tomorrow.”Keane took the whip.“How about you helpme torture our Garrett for now?It’ll be your turn soon enough.Garrett, cometo the center of the room.Hands up.Do you need your feet shackled as well?”
Garrett stood, eager to begin the play.His skin alreadyfelt flushed with desire and anticipation.“No, Master.I’ll be still.”
He’d never been locked in before, his arms over his head,waiting for the swing of the Master’s hand.The very idea did something forhim.The first time he’d seen the hooks in the ceiling and the chains and linedmanacles, he hadn’t thought about how gorgeous Olivia would look with her armsup, all vulnerable and ready for their discipline.
He’d thought about being the one hanging there, waiting forthe whip or the crop or whatever else the Master chose to use on his poor sub.And now it was happening.He let a calm flow over him as Keane shackled him in,clasping the heavy manacles around his wrists, ensuring they were tight but nottoo tight.The soft lining caressed his wrists.Keane adjusted the hooks tomatch Garrett’s height, keeping him slightly on his toes.It was an awkwardposition but then it was supposed to be.Slightly uncomfortable.A little onedge.But that edge was something he’d always longed for.He could handle somediscomfort.It was all part of the play, all a way to allow him to bevulnerable.
That was what was happening.He and Keane never allowedthemselves to be vulnerable because the world had taught them such hardlessons.They put up walls and allowed no one in but each other.Except not allof each other.They still protected themselves.Keane protected his past andGarrett his heart.
Olivia smashed through all those walls today.
“Master, he looks delicious,” Olivia announced, a sexy smileon her face.
“I’m glad to hear it because I think you should have ataste.Let’s play a game.”Keane looked to Garrett, pulling his shirt off andtossing it to join the subs’ clothes pile.Garrett loved Keane’s chest.Eventhe scars he had from a run-in with barbed wire were hot.Keane’s skin was agolden color, tanned by days and days in the sun.
“I hope you’re as good with that whip as you say you are,Master,” Olivia said as she got to her knees again.This time in front ofGarrett.“I hope you’re careful because I don’t plan to be.”
Oh, shit.He knew the torture Keane had planned for him.Itwas going to be hell having that sweet mouth of hers on him and not being ableto come.
“You come, we start over again and then we push back herpleasure and mine,” Keane said, holding the whip up.“It’s a light count ofthirty.You survive that without filling her mouth and you’ll get a treat.”
And if he didn’t, Keane would put off everyone else’spleasure.The Master truly knew how to handle him.The threat of one of thembeing even slightly uncomfortable was enough to make him vow to hold out.“I’llbe good, Master.”
“Olivia, see if you can get him to come,” Keane said with awicked smile on his face.“And that’s another five for not believing in yourMaster.It’s a four-foot whip, not a six-footer.It’s too close in here forthat, and I would never allow you in the scene with it.”
