“Now, sweet pea, we’re going to play a game. If you guess correctly, you get rewarded. If you guess incorrectly, you’ll be punished.”
“What do I have to do?”
Lips touched hers. Lips tasting of cigar smoke. “You have to guess which one of us-”
“-is doing what to you,” Mark finished, nibbling just below her ear.
“Someone’s gonna touch you…”
“When whatever they’re doing stops you have to say who it was.”
They were circling her, trying to confuse her.
“If you get it wrong…”-something whistled through the air, stung her ass in a thin line-“then you’ll be punished.”
Heat gathered in the cheek where she’d been hit. Mark had only ever used the flat of his hand, but the thin instrument they’d just used focused the sensation, which shot straight to her core. “And if I get it right?”
“Then, sweet pea, you’ll be rewarded.”
“How?”
“You’ll find that out when that happens.”
“But you have to get one right, first.”
“And to make it a bit more of a challenge for you, your time will be limited.” Someone’s palm-Mark’s she guessed-smacked flat against her ass again, blurring the thin line of heat from the last hit. “Hmm. She liked your riding crop better. You know, I think I might try out some of your toys.”
“Be my guest, there’s enough to choose from,” Sam said with a chuckle.
Jodi wiggled her ass in anticipation.
“Oh, and, sweet pea? If you don’t answer quick enough, you’ll be punished no matter what your answer.”
She heard the sound of something rattle, then snapped through the air. Was that a… It sounded like it had multiple tails. A flogger?
“Are you prepared to accept our punishment?” Mark asked.
“Yes.” More than ready. Cream leaked down her thigh in a torturous tickle.
Seconds later, a hand caressed her left breast. Cool but gentle fingers tweaked her nipple. She rolled her head back, arching at the sensation when a tongue swirled across her other taut peak, teeth nipping lightly. The hint of cigar wafted up. A smile curled her lips-she would soon find out what her reward would be.
Too soon the touching, the licking, stopped. The sudden lack of contact left her panting, wanting more.
“Time to guess, Jodi,” Mark said from her left side. “Was it me?”
“Or me,” Sam whispered from her right side.
A wicked thought occurred to her; she struggled to stop her smile from showing. She enjoyed Mark punishing her, and the anticipation of discovering what rewards they had planned would be that much more intense. Besides she always did prefer being the bad girl to the good.
“Mark.”
“Wrong!”
Even though she was expecting it she jumped when the flogger whistled and cracked with a thwack against her tender skin. The heat in her buttocks spread straight to her pussy.
“I’m not sure she thought that a punishment, ol’ buddy,” Sam said with a chuckle.
A large warm palm flattened over her belly, fingers spread wide, played with her belly button ring. They moved lower, parting her labia. Hot breath tickled her navel as someone kneeling in front of her exhaled. A finger-or was that a thumb?-rubbed beside the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached to be touched, slipped around it, below, never satisfying her need.
“Please,” she whimpered. She squirmed, trying to force the digit over that spot.
The movement stopped, the traitorous hand withdrew She jumped when the crop stung her ass again.
“But I haven’t guessed yet!”
“You moved. That’s against the rules,” Mark said from her right.
“You will stand still when we touch you, or we will leave you hanging there and not touch you again,” Sam said from her left. “Now tell us who it was who made you so needy?”
She tried to guess who it might have been…
“Tick tock, sweet pea.”
…there had been no scent of cigar, no creak of leather…
“Five, four, three-”
“Mark!”
Sam heaved a long sigh, and from the sound, she got the feeling he was shaking his head.
“It wasn’t?” Wouldn’t she have been spanked for guessing wrong?
“No, sweet pea, you were right, but I’m disappointed that you’ve not credited me yet.” He let out another dramatic sigh.
“You still owe me a reward,” she reminded him.
“You’re right, we do.”
After a moment, she sensed movement-someone knelt directly in front of her. Warm breath caressed her breast, a tongue swiped over one nipple then drew it into his mouth and began to suckle. One hand caressed her ass, another slipped between her legs. A finger slid inside. A second. Then a third, fucking her until every nerve ending inside her threatened to burst into flame. She nearly cried when they withdrew.
“Let’s see what you can earn next,” Mark said.
Calloused hands caressed her ass, broad fingers parted her cheeks. A tongue laved from front to back, rimming her.
“Sam.”
Someone-Mark? or Sam?-sucked her nipples as a finger trailed through her cream, drew it back along her ass. It circled her tight bud then nudged inside, waiting as her muscles adjusted to the invasion. Her suspicion that it was Sam was confirmed when rough stubble abraded her inner thighs. Sam tongued the throbbing bundle of nerves, then thrust his tongue into her pussy. A second finger joined the first, stretching her ass wider, then both thrust in time with his tongue. Just as she was ready to leap over the edge, the fingers and mouths withdrew.
Shaking with her need, she cried, “No! Please! I need to come.”
Fire licked in Mark’s belly, tightened like a vise about his chest, as he watched Sam laving Jodi’s clit with a tenderness he hadn’t expected. Watched her arch her back, heard her unsteady breathing, the breathy moan she made in her pleasure.
What the fuck was going on that he’d resent the hell out of his friend for doing exactly what he’d asked him to do? Damn it, he’d been the one who’d approached Sam and yet now he wanted to pull him off Jodi, to ram his fist into Sam’s face.
Sam’s gaze flicked over to him, rested briefly on the flogger in his hand. Mark glanced down and realized he’d gripped it so hard his knuckles were white.
When Sam resumed tonguing her glistening pussy, Mark took a step back. Closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see how she rotated her hips toward Sam’s mouth. Tried to close his ears to the sound of Jodi’s soft whimpers. Whimpers he wanted to be for him. Only him.
“Please,” Jodi pleaded. “Please, Sam, please let me come. I really need this.”
Mark’s teeth ground so hard, he swore sparks would shoot from his mouth. She should be begging him to make her come, not Sam. What made him think Jodi was someone he could stand by and watch as someone else fucked her?
He opened his eyes to find Sam picking up the crop he’d set down.
“No moving, remember?” Sam gave Mark a curious look as he snapped the crop across Jodi’s ass.
Her thighs quivered as if they tried to close, to press together and ease the ache he heard in her voice.
God, she was so beautiful. So responsive.
Beneath her blindfold, he knew her eyelids would be heavy from sexual arousal. His hand lifted of its own accord, hovered over Jodi’s full bottom lip, wanting to stroke it; his body leaned in until he could feel the heat of her body brush his. He wanted to drop to his knees and kiss the taut, budded nipples, hear her beg for more attention.
