Tingle All the Way

Chapter Eight



Kayla froze, her feet suddenly growing roots were she stood.

Mistrusting her own eyes, she blinked. For the briefest of moments she resisted the urge to laugh, because it wasn’t possible that Barry’s best friend was relaxing against the counter toasting her while sporting one of the largest hard-ons she had ever seen.

And acting as if it were completely normal.

Although she was shocked beyond words, she felt an unexpected stirring in her nipples. Oh Lord. Was it his lack of clothing or his cockiness that aroused her? When she could finally find her tongue, Kayla took a deep, calming breath and wished the ache tightening in her belly would go away before asking, “What’s going on here?”

Stan gave her a roguish grin. “I’m your Christmas present?”

“My what?” Kayla shrieked. She couldn’t help it.

“Your multiple-partner fantasy,” Barry cautiously clarified. “I told you I could make all your fantasies come true.”

“But—” Her mouth closed as tight as a clam. For the love of God, Barry had taken her words to heart. Kayla stared between the two men, wagging her head as if she were one of those silly dashboard dogs. “Uh. Do you two do this often?”

Barry remained silent as Stan casually shrugged. “In college. More recently the opportunity hasn’t arisen.”

“And I’m that opportunity?”

“No!” Barry’s Adam apple wobbled up and down. “It’s not like that. I thought you wanted— Uhm. I mean—”

Holding up a hand, palm outward, she stopped him. “Give me a minute.”

Kayla tried not to look at Stan, but it was impossible. The man was hung like a horse. His firm, lean physique would drive any woman wild. It was sure doing crazy things to her, if the slickness developing between her thighs was a gauge. The thought of being sandwiched between this man and Barry set her pulse going double time.

In a desperate attempt to put things in perspective, she aimed her sights on Barry. “I need to speak with you. Alone.” Not waiting for him to follow, she walked out of the kitchen into the living room. When he joined her, she turned and faced him. “I’m afraid I’m at a loss for words.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He closed the distance between them, taking her into his arms. “I thought it was something you wanted.”

“Yes. No. It is—was. Hell, I don’t know. Can Stan be trusted?”

“I trust him with my life.” Barry paused, growing quiet. The intensity in his eyes felt almost menacing. “Kayla, I have to make something clear before we go any further.” He stopped again, as if weighing his next words carefully. “I’ve fallen for you.”

Kayla’s mind went momentarily blank. Did Barry just say he had fallen for her?

“But you need to know that after tonight I won’t share you with another man, and that includes Stan.”


“So you’re saying I should—I mean, we, should do this?”

One arm around her waist, he stabbed his fingers through his hair. “Damn. I think I’m as confused as you.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Baby, I don’t want you ever to think you are missing out on something. And if I’m being completely honest, I have to admit that a threesome is something everyone should experience at least once. It will blow your mind.”

“Does Stan realize this is a one-time opportunity?” she asked.

“No. But I’ll make damn sure he does. So does that mean it’s a go?”

The moment of decision was upon her. After deliberating the pros and cons, all she could do was nod.

“Oh. You should probably know that Stan is an expert with floggers.”

An image of Stan holding a whip popped into her head. Her nipples tightened even more as her pulse took on a life of its own.

Releasing the air out of her lungs, she whispered, “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”



After Barry explained the playing field to Stan, they joined Kayla in the bedroom. He had given her specific orders not to undress and was pleased to find her fully clothed, staring wide-eyed at the toys Stan had brought. His friend had gone overboard, but this type of play was more mental than physical. The mind was a wonderful sexual tool.

Kayla turned to face them. “No nipple clamps.”

“What about the rest?” Stan asked.

“We’ll see.”

“Huh uh. If you put yourself in our hands, we will decide what is best for you,” Barry said. “Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll need a safe word—a word that tells us that you can’t take any more,” Barry explained.

“How about one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater?” Stan suggested with a mischievous grin as he wrapped his fingers around his rigid erection.

“A*shole.” Barry chuckled. “Purple?”

“Fine,” she replied.

Barry used the channel changer on the table to locate a cable station that played soft music, and then he straddled one of the chairs in the room. “Stan, would you like to see what’s beneath that sexy red dress?”

“Yes sir.”

“Strip, Kayla. Slowly,” Barry ordered. She started to kick off her heels. “No. Leave them on. Your dress, baby.”

Her pink, moist tongue slid between her lips as she reached for the hem of her gown and began to raise it, revealing her long legs an inch at a time. When the material rose to her thigh, his cock hardened. The damn woman was wearing a garter—the sexy snaps showed where they hooked on to her thigh-high nylons.

“F*ck, Barry. That’s hot.” Stan began to slide his hand from base to tip of his cock and back again.

Kayla gasped. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing becoming more rapid.

“Did I tell you that Kayla enjoys watching a man touch himself?”

Stan’s nostrils flared, his lips curled and he emitted a low growl before he began to pump harder, faster.

Kayla shifted her legs and Barry knew she was aroused. “Kayla?” Just saying her name appeared to bring her back to what she was supposed to be doing. Stripping.

The hem slipped higher, exposing long, graceful legs, and then the black lacy garter. Her thong was a tiny piece of material covering only her mons. At the sight, Barry’s pulse raced.

Then she pulled the silk farther up, disclosing a nip of a waist and full breasts barely contained in a matching strapless bra. As her dress fell to the floor, Barry rose. He had to touch her. Stepping forward, he went to her, cupping her face in his hands as his mouth captured hers.

Kayla mewled beneath his heated assault. She was so responsive to his kiss and touch that his cock pressed angrily against his zipper.

Stan elbowed in between them. “Let me have some of that.” Then he took Barry’s place.

As his friend ravished Kayla’s mouth, Barry took that moment to undress. By the time he was finished, Stan had unfastened her bra.

Barry walked behind her and smoothed a single finger down her spine. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” She arched away as if he were tickling her.

“Damn straight she is.” Stan leaned forward and sampled one of her rosy tips, making a popping noise when he released it.

Together they closed in on her, Barry in the back and Stan in front, sandwiching her between them.

Her head lolled back on Barry’s shoulder. “Now, Barry.”

Stan chuckled. “I think she just earned a punishment. What do you say?”

“It sure sounds like it to me. I think she needs a spanking. Your kind of paddling, Stan.”

Barry loved the uneasiness blending with anticipation that burned in her eyes. Her gaze darted over to the table before she swallowed hard.

“No. I have a better idea.” A devilish smirk curved Stan’s lips. “Take your thong and garter off, love.”

When she was as naked as both of them, he turned to her. “Get on the bed. Lie on your back with your arms stretched above your head and your legs spread wide.”

Barry couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she crawled up on the bed. Heat simmered in her gaze as it met his. Slowly she widened her thighs, exposing pink, moist flesh. The view tightened his groin.

Stan glanced over at Barry. “Hungry?”

“Oh God, yes.” He couldn’t wait to give her the sweetest kind of pain, specifically designed to bring her to a screaming orgasm, but first he had to taste her.



Kayla thought her heart would burst from her chest. Did both of them intend to go down on her?

When Barry climbed on the bed between her thighs and lowered his head, he blew a warm breath over her damp sex. She gasped, grasping the headboard. There was no way she could stay still or keep from touching him. Impatiently, she waited for his touch, anxiety welling up inside her.

The softest of strokes smoothed from the bottom of her slit, along it, until he reached her *. “Delicious,” he hummed against her flesh before he swirled his tongue around and around the bundle of nerves.

“Barry, please.” She hadn’t meant to speak, but she couldn’t help it.

“I think that makes two punishments.” Stan crawled up on the bed as if he was a predator stalking her. And maybe he was.

His fist was closed around something. What, Kayla didn’t know. When he opened his palm, her eyes went wide.

“You said no nipple clamps, but you said nothing about a * clip.” He held the tweezer-style clamps with rubber grips for her to see. A metal ring hugged the length of the evil thing, while a small bell dangled from the end. To add to her anxiety, Stan shook it, creating a light, ringing sound.

Kayla almost screamed not just no but f*ck, no. Yet she held back the curse. Barry wouldn’t let Stan hurt her. And truthfully, the nipple clamps were uncomfortable at first, but after the pain dulled, the sweetest sensitivity remained.

“You should see your love bud. It’s so plump, full of blood, begging to be squeezed.” Barry’s wicked words stroked her arousal, goading her on.

The need to please him overrode her fear. Still, she couldn’t help her muscles tensing as she fought the urge to close her legs. There was no doubt in her mind this was going to hurt.

As the clamp released on her *, she felt nothing but a slight pressure. Relief pushed between her thin lips. Then that pressure began to build and build. She bucked her hips and the bell tingled. A little tighter still and she inhaled sharply.


Damn. Damn. Damn.

Kayla couldn’t make up her mind whether she liked the taut sensation or not. Then a tongue flattened across her flesh, the bell sounded and she cried out from pleasure.

Her gaze went to her thighs to see both men positioned between her legs, each one taking turns licking, sucking and teasing. With each pass of their tongues, her hips rose off the bed, that damn bell rang and she couldn’t suppress the soft, breathy noises forced from her throat.

In just a few minutes, they had worked her into a wild frenzy. She panted and moaned, squirming uncontrollably as their tongues f*cked her, propelling her higher and higher. She was about to fall over the edge when they pulled away. A frown furrowed her brows.

Kayla glared down at them.

“You didn’t think we were going to let you come? What kind of a punishment would that be?” Barry asked.

Slamming her head back on a pillow, she released a whimper of frustration. The need to climax and the intense pressure from the * clamp made her writhe wildly in search of fulfillment. It was humiliating, and by their cocky grins they knew it.

“I think it’s time for that spanking.” Stan got off the bed and moved toward the table.

Barry followed, retrieving a chair, a rope, and a pair of nylon manacles before he moved toward a swag lamp hanging in the corner. He stepped atop the chair and that’s when Kayla saw the D-ring masked by the chain holding the lamp. After threading the rope through the ring, Barry stepped down and set the chair aside.

God. The man was an Adonis, from the span of his muscled chest to his narrow hips and corded thighs. She loved everything about this man, from his body to the tender way he kissed her, made love to her. Tingles spread through her body. Her nipples beaded, her breasts full and heavy with need. She wanted him to touch her, kiss her, to make love to her.

“Come here, baby.” His pet name smoothed across her skin like a caress.

The bell tinkled with every move she made. When she stood before him, he secured her wrists with the manacles before attaching them to the rope. In no time her hands were above her head. The position raised her breasts, presenting them to him. But the thing that chilled her, that sent a shiver racing through her, was the vulnerability that stole over her. For some crazy reason it almost felt liberating.

His warm palm smoothed over her cheek. “God, I want to f*ck you.”

Her p-ssy wept for him. Kayla felt it drip on her leg.

From out of nowhere, the urge to tell him how she felt about him surfaced, but the tender words were stifled when Stan stepped forward with a cat-o’-nine-tails. Nine knotted cords fell from the whip against his palm as he walked behind her.

Kayla bit down on her bottom lip. The mantra, “Barry won’t let him hurt me,” hummed over and over in her head. Another wave of excitement poured through her, dampening her thighs.

“Spread your legs.” The playfulness was gone from Stan’s voice when it came from behind her.

Nervously, she wet her lips, sucking the bottom one between her teeth. Her head tilted, listening, while her body grew tense again.

“Easy, baby.” Barry ran a finger across her bottom lip until she released the grip her teeth had, and then he pressed his mouth to hers, catching her startled breath when the cool flogger swept lightly across her shoulder. A tremor assailed her as the leather slid down her back, then through her legs, setting off the bell hanging from her *. “That’s it, relax.”

It was easy to relax when Barry’s strong hands caressed her. His touch was so gentle, so reassuring. But the tranquility didn’t last long when a sharp sting cracked across an ass cheek.

Kayla yelped, straining against Barry and her bonds.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

“Yes.” Oh God, yes. As if a million fire ants were biting her skin.

The whip bit into her other cheek and a whimper slipped from her lips. She trembled but Barry was there to soothe her with soft words and kisses. There was something in his low, consoling voice that made Kayla almost pray for the next strike so she could hear his breathy words.

Stan dragged the tails softly over her body once again. “You should see how the strands mark her beautiful skin. I could play with her for hours.”

That’s when the next crack of his flogger fell, striking the back of both her thighs. She didn’t have time to breathe before the next one struck her ass, then her thighs, again and again.

Kayla wasn’t aware she was weeping, begging for it to end, until Barry’s encouragement cut through the fog her mind had become. She looked through misty eyes and he smiled so tenderly.

“Do you want to use your safe word? Kayla? Baby? It would please me if you withstood several more.”

How could she refuse him?

“Yes. Yes. Please.” Kayla thought she must have become immune to the pain, because the following hits struck without feeling. Had she gone numb? But then Barry swiped his hand between her thighs, stroking her and ringing the bell.

A series of spasms quaked in her p-ssy. Then her body went off as if she’d been shot from a cannon, soaring through clouds of ecstasy. She jerked against her bonds, shaking with each contraction as Barry’s arms went around her, his deep voice the only thing keeping her anchored to the here and now.

As she started to come down from the carnal ecstasy, she realized that sometime during her struggle, her agony had manifested into central elements of exotic pleasure. Never would she have guessed that pain and vulnerability could be so arousing or that she could so thoroughly trust the man holding her.

As Barry released her wrists, Stan removed the * clamp. Blood rushed into the small organ, setting off another orgasm that shook her to the core. Her knees buckled and Stan caught her.

“I told you that I’d catch you if you fell,” he whispered against her ear.

She writhed, moaning as he scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bed, transferring her into Barry’s care before he disappeared from her sight. Soft butterfly kisses were pressed to her lips, her nose and her eyes as Barry laid her down. Kayla reached for him but he slipped from her grasp.

“Soon, baby.” He left her to join Stan.

They were whispering something as they donned condoms, but in her sedated condition she couldn’t make out their words. Her body felt like one big throb of delight. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. It might have been a minute, maybe longer. Perhaps she had fallen asleep, because the movement on the bed had her eyelids drifting open.

Both men looked at her with simmering lust. Something feral sparked between them before Stan slid behind her and Barry eased his warm body against the front of hers. She had never seen this side of Barry and it thrilled her. He looked dangerous, almost menacing. Perhaps it should have scared her. Instead it did the opposite—it turned her on.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Amazing.” She inhaled his masculine scent, which blended with Stan’s soft spicy one.

“Would you like to feel even better?” Stan whispered into her ear, sending goose bumps over her arms.

“Yes.” Surprisingly, Kayla felt as if she’d do anything they wanted her to do. Something cool and slick touched her anus and she flinched.

Barry ran his fingers through her hair. “Relax, baby. We’re going to f*ck you like you’ve never been f*cked before.”

Heat pooled low in her belly and her * clenched at the thought of Barry pumping in and out of her p-ssy while Stan entered her back door. She groaned when the first finger slipped into the tight hole.


A growl rumbled in Barry’s throat. “I can’t wait for you, bro.” He grabbed her leg, bending it before he threw it over his to spread and open her to him. With a single thrust he entered her.

Kayla cried out at the fiery sensation against her tender *, but it was the fullness, the completeness she experienced being joined with Barry that made her body sing. She folded her arms around his neck and pulled him to her lips. Stan pushed another finger pushed inside her scissoring it with the other, spreading and stretching her.

Emptiness assailed her when Stan extracted his fingers, but Barry was there with mesmerizing kisses and the thrust of his hips to distract her. She melted into his touch, his caress. Muscles softened and her blood turned hotter than molten lava, her p-ssy flooding.

More lube skimmed over her puckered flesh before she felt the head of Stan’s cock nudge the opening. Her body tightened in anticipation, becoming a taut bow ready to spring.

She whimpered with each inch he slipped inside, stretching and filling her. The pain was bittersweet until he rammed past the first ring of muscle. Releasing a sharp cry, she fought to breathe against the searing burn.

Barry quit thrusting, his hold on her growing firmer.

“Am I hurting you?” Stan gritted out. His fingers bit into her hips.

“God no, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

The man made a strangling sound as his erection pressed forward. “F*ck,” he muttered. “Tight. So f*ckin’ tight.” Then his hips bucked forward and his taut abdomen rested against her back.

Kayla couldn’t think, buffeted between the two men, their cocks buried so deep within her body. The fullness in her ass and p-ssy was all-consuming. Pain was a tightrope of sensations lying in the shadows as she trembled with unbearable pleasure.

“Easy, baby,” Barry murmured.

When she could finally speak, she choked, “Move, dammit. F*ck me.”

Someone released a tight laugh. Who? It didn’t matter. All Kayla knew was she needed them to ease the ache inside.

Slamming into her all at once, they f*cked her hard and fast, tugging her body and mind in a million different directions. Pushed beyond limits she imagined existed, Kayla wasn’t prepared for the pulsating waterfall coursing through her. Her toes curled as it built into one huge, jolting contraction, and then a bolt of fire exploded in her core, wrenching a scream from her raw throat. Shards of lightning cut upward and out. She couldn’t catch her breath fast enough before the next earth-shattering spasm struck, blacking her vision.

How long it went on she didn’t know.

When her sight returned, waves of aftershocks were rocking her limp body. Barry and Stan must have reached their fulfillment, because they lay pressed against her, their breathing heavy and labored. She closed her eyes, reveling in the tingles prickling her skin as sleep stole her away.