Extra Whip (Bold Brew #8) - L.A. Witt Page 0,154

like a distant memory, especially when I bent and pressed my lips to his.

As I deepened the kiss and indulged in this long, sexy moment with my husband—oh, yeah. We were good. We were still in new territory, still feeling our way through something not entirely familiar, but that distance I’d felt between us had been bigger in my head than in reality. Big shock.

I took Kelly by the throat and, just before I claimed another kiss, I purred, “Nicely done.”

He shivered as I kissed him, his barely audible moan vibrating against my hand.

Yes. We were on the same page. Aaron and me, Kelly and me, the two of them—we were good. I’d just been working myself up over nothing as I often did.

I broke the kiss and grinned at him. He smiled, looking every inch the submissive who was ecstatic in the warmth of his Dom’s approval.

“Get to work,” I growled. “Make him scream.”

Beside us, Aaron whimpered.

Kelly bit his lip and nodded.

I kissed him once more, then returned to my chair and let them do their thing.

Aaron was secured six ways from Sunday, his eyes covered and his expression taut as if he were concentrating hard on not moving. If he moved at all, he’d tug at any one of his bindings or a clothespin or the cock cage. When Kelly pulled the single tail out of his bag and cracked it loudly, Aaron shuddered and winced. Oh, he was in for a world of hurt, and he was no doubt simultaneously hungry for it and dreading it.

Kelly hung the single tail on a bedpost, then picked up a flogger to start with. Just a soft one, though there was also a stiffer one beside it.

He started easy—just gentle smacks on Aaron’s butt and shoulders. Aaron jumped each time, and he hissed with pain.

Buckle up, baby. It’s only going to get worse.

Kelly switched to the meaner cat o’nine tails. He stood behind Aaron and gazed at him. Looked at the flogger in his hand. At Aaron again. He swallowed, running his fingers through the tails.

Alarm raised the hair on my neck. “You okay, Kelly?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” He met my eyes. “I’m good. Just thinking.”

He didn’t sound convincing, and I wasn’t at all convinced. Kelly still didn’t swing the flogger, and my gut said he shouldn’t.

Shit. Maybe I hadn’t been overthinking things.

I wanted both of these men, but right now, I was almost overcome with the need to be with Aaron and only Aaron. At the same time, I wanted to hold Kelly close and reassure him and myself that we were just working out the bugs.

But something was off. I couldn’t tell if it was between two of us or all three of us, only that step one was getting on the same page with Aaron. He was my priority. He had to be. Our marriage came first, and I needed to make sure nothing was awry where that was concerned. If things unraveled between us, then this whole thing came apart. My whole world came apart. Once I knew for sure that Aaron and I were on solid ground, then we could figure out where we stood with Kelly. Maybe put names on some of these thoughts and feelings that I hadn’t anticipated but couldn’t ignore.

I needed to put a stop to this, because I couldn’t be sure it was all happening on a secure foundation. As the Dom in the equation, I had a responsibility to my marriage and to my two submissives. Call time, make sure everyone was all right, make sure we were good, and then we could get back to the kink. No, it wouldn’t be fun, but it was necessary.

Sitting up, I took a breath, and—

“Red.”

The word startled me.

Because I hadn’t said it.

Kelly had.

Forty

Aaron

“Red.”

The word startled me out of my endorphin haze. I could hear Will on his feet and crossing the room before Kelly had even taken off my blindfold. As I blinked my eyes into focus, he put the flogger on the bed beside the others. The two of them quickly untied me and unfastened the cock cage and clothespins. It wasn’t a comfortable process, but my concern was mostly on Kelly, whose hands didn’t seem steady as he undid the rope around my forearm. He didn’t look at me. Didn’t look at Will.

As soon as I was free, Will handed me my clothes, and I started getting dressed. There was always a possibility of picking up a scene later on if

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