causing her to jump back a bit at the sight of him.
“Whew! You surprised me. Where did you get the hood?” she says.
Rafe pulls himself into the scene and speaking right now would shatter the fragile spell. He jerks his head to indicate the direction of the screen but walks straight past her like she doesn’t exist. The couple retreats a few feet, but they’re still close enough to see the action clearly.
Rafe comes behind me, stepping between my spread legs. The rough seam of his jeans brushes up against my ass as he leans in to my neck. The rustle of the leather mask is faint as he pushes it up to bare his mouth. My hair is pushed aside by a gentle hand. Hot breath warms the skin of my neck. A wet tongue traces the large vein and I moan at the sensations tumbling through me. Wetness soaks the small cotton scrap of my panties and the scent of my arousal rises in the air.
Pushing my bottom out more, I try to grind up against the hardness I feel in his pants. Rafe steps away, wanting none of that. He wanders over to the items hanging beyond the shackles and chooses a leather crop.
“Oh my, Vivian, I had no idea the extent of the tour we’d be getting today. Bravo.” Liam’s voice sounds neutral but slightly taunting.
Men have an obvious “tell.” I can see the rise in his pants, which contradicts the tone in his voice quite nicely.
“Shh…I want to watch,” his wife says.
Francesca doesn’t miss Liam’s erection either. She snakes a hand down and starts to massage the impressive bulge through his pants. Her movements are gentle and teasing. Enticing the strong master vampire to do as she requests with her actions while watching quietly.
Rafe’s calloused hands guide my body into the position he desires. Turning my face to the wall, I can no longer see everyone. I rest my forehead against the cool, slate of the wall and wait. A hand runs between my open legs to test my dampness. A guiding touch on my hips tilts my round cheeks up a bit more.
The flat tip of the leather crop runs up the left side of my body, over my shoulders, and down the other side, stopping at my right knee. There’s a shuffling behind me. The crop sings through the air a split second before the crack of it hitting my backside resounds throughout the room.
I whimper and push back toward the crop, asking for more.
The sing and smack of the crop fires off in a rapid three-shot staccato. A loud moan escapes my lips and the skin on my ass feels like it’s on fire. A gentle touch in a circular motion rubs the sting away. My treacherous hips undulate in time with the caress.
A finger passes under the material in the crack of my bottom and slides down to the wetness between my legs. Glorious pressure pushes a thick digit into me and swirls. Wet sucking noises accompany the attention as I clench my inner walls around the invading presence. The pressure withdraws, moving past my opening to circle my erect clit.
Smack!
A warm, solid hand makes contact with one cheek while the teasing pressure on my center drives me higher. Both hands leave my body and I pull against the chains, reaching back, eager to be touched.
“Please, just a little more?” I look back over my shoulder and see Rafe removing his hood. Dammit. Playtime is over. Now that I’m good and aroused, he’s going to start “lecture mode.”
“Francesca, would you like to try?” Rafe holds the crop handle out to her and beckons her closer. “You know you can’t hurt her. Give it a shot.”Francesca reaches out a well-manicured hand, taking the crop from him while moving forward. Her body language is eager with anticipation and Liam watches her with heat in his eyes. Oh yeah, he’s intrigued, in spite of himself.
She approaches me to my left, angling her body to the side as she looks back at Rafe. “Like this?”
Her arm goes back and whips quickly forward. A loud thwack! echoes throughout the room.
Biting down on my lip, I struggle to hold in my sounds of pleasure. I’m trying to tune out the feelings now that Rafe’s no longer doing the swinging. This part, when a stranger wields the crop, is always hardest for me.
“Yes, yes. Very good,” Rafe encourages. “You’ll be a pro in no time.”
Francesca’s lips part, her