Sasha hesitated. “Er, okay. Be right in.”
Ian disconnected the call and watched Cassie. She opened her mouth but snapped it shut when he gave her a reprimanding look. This type of relationship required trust, so she’d have to trust him to see to their pleasure. He preferred no one else look at her like this, but since Cassie was comfortable with Sasha seeing her exposed, he could use Sasha for what he needed.
He heard Cassie’s bedroom door open and saw her head crane around to look at Sasha. She didn’t come into view.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
Cassie reluctantly looked at him, and he figured Sasha was trying to communicate with Cassie without his knowledge. The fact Sasha was probably trying to make sure Cassie was all right with this made him respect her friend a little more.
Sasha walked to the side of the bed, displaying a sense of sexual prowess that seemed a little forced to be fully true. “My, my, my, I do declare that is one big cock, Mr. Cope.”
He stroked it, not taking his eyes off his possession. What Sasha thought of him didn’t matter. He was only focused on the goddess on the bed. “Cassie has been a bad little girl. I need you to see to her punishment.”
Cassie’s eyes flickered to Sasha and back to the screen. “Baby, I told you to keep your eyes on me. You’re already gonna be spanked for letting another person see you like this. You don’t want extra lashes for disobedience.”
Sasha laughed. “You want me to spank her for surprising you?” At that, he looked at Sasha, and she was shaking her head. “You’re a coldhearted bastard.” She stuck her tongue out, licking her lips, and cocked her head to the side. “Or one kinky son of a bitch.”
He winked at her and turned his attention back to Cassie. No way in hell was he seriously punishing her for doing this for him. He just wanted to push her a little, see if she’d let him call the shots. It wasn’t as if he was there and could unleash his dominance himself. God, he’d give anything to be the person marking her ass. He’d just have to live vicariously though Sasha right now. “Use your hand, Sasha. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
She threw Cassie a look of you asked for this and landed the first blow. Cassie yelped and twisted her body but didn’t take her eyes off Ian.
“Stay still, baby.” Sasha swatted Cassie again, and she complied. “Good girl,” he murmured.
Seeming to accept what she was actually doing, Sasha released a barrage of smacks, alternating cheeks. Ian groaned, fisting his cock while he watched Cassie whimpering with panting breaths. Her face was flushed, eyes glazed with arousal.
And Sasha kept them coming, driving up his and Cassie’s desire. He couldn’t take much more of this.
“Enough,” he ordered. “You can leave.”
Without preamble, Sasha walked away, and he heard the door shut.
“You know how fucking hot that was watching a woman spank what’s mine?”
She groaned, her legs parting, the evidence of her arousal coating her thighs.
“Roll over and show me your ass.”
Cassie moved around, and when her buttocks came into view, he growled at how beautiful it looked. The rosy blooms of Sasha’s handprint inflamed Cassie’s backside. Jesus, he wanted to feel the heat coming off it.
“Lie on your back and spread your legs for me, baby.”
As she struggled to get supine, he opened the browser that contained the controls to her dildo. Once she was in position, Ian selected the lowest setting, watching her hips wiggle as she took what he dished out. He played with her, leaving it on the lowest setting for a while, listening to her murmurs of approval because it felt good, of protest since he wouldn’t up the intensity. He rubbed his cock harder, faster as he watched her writhe on the bed. Then he upped the setting and she squealed.
“Oh God, Ian.”
“You like that, baby?”
He knew he did. He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He increased it again, watching her get closer to her orgasm. A few seconds later, she shouted, “I’m gonna come!”
He turned off the device and she gasped in confusion, looking around the room and then settling her gaze on him. She pouted as her head fell back to the pillow.
“You’ll come when I’m ready for you to, Cassie.”
He continued his torment of her. And his torment of himself, because by denying her climax he was denying his. He brought her to the edge and yanked her back several times over the next hour. He’d worked his cock with the same torturous action, enduring the pain of his near orgasms for the pleasure he would finally achieve when they went over together.
When she was a blubbering, sensitive mess, ready to go off as soon as he tried changing his ministrations, she was the most beautiful thing he’d even seen. His own body was overheated, heart racing, sweat pouring down his face, chest. He’d have thought he was beyond any cognitive processes, but seeing her spread before him, he couldn’t help but think he wanted to be with her. Not only possess her in reality but cherish her, love her.
He groaned at the bombardment of emotions swarming him and hit the highest setting on Cassie’s vibrator as he pumped his cock with relentless abandon. He barely registered her crying out his name over the roar of the blood rushing in his head. He shouted his own release and shivered at how painful the pleasure actually was. His orgasm went on forever, and when it finally ebbed, he shut off the vibrator and slumped over, spent.
He was losing himself to her, and he had no idea what to do about that.
Chapter Nine
Cassie stepped out of the supply closet Monday afternoon with her phone in hand, trying to suppress her heavy panting.
“Looking for new pens?” Sasha
