“Tell him what you want, Rochelle,” Quin says. He’s grasping her face between his thumb and fingers, holding her tight as he makes her look in my direction. “Tell him.”
I think I’m a little startled at this new development. “Rochelle?”
She looks at Quin, then me… and nods. “OK.”
“You know what he’s doing?” I ask her.
She nods.
“What am I doing?” Quin coos in her ear as he resumes playing with her tits.
“Punishing me,” she says.
He chuckles. And then he gets dead serious and says, “Fuck, yes, I’m punishing you. But it’s your choice, Rochelle. So if you’re not into it, just say so.”
“And don’t blame you tomorrow if it all goes to shit?” she asks.
I have to hand it to her for not cowering.
“If you think multiple orgasms is ‘going to shit,’ well. So be it.” Quin waits for her answer. He wants to hurt her right now. And he’s going to use me to do it because he’s not into the punishment stuff—and I am.
I let go of Rochelle and walk over to one of the bedside tables. Inside is a coil of soft rope, some lube, a blindfold, handcuffs, and a few other essentials.
I get the rope, slip the lube in my pocket, and close the drawer, uncoiling the rope as I walk back over to them. “How do you want her?” I ask.
“Hanging. Heels high.”
“Jesus, Quin,” I say.
He shrugs at me. “She can say no.” He turns to look at Rochelle. “Do you wanna say no?”
“I’ll let you know when to stop,” she says. Defiance is written all over her face. He’s challenging her to tell him no. She’s challenging him to keep going.
Quin grins. “Good. Then let’s begin.”
Well, this is about to get interesting.
Stepping closer to Rochelle, I grab the two ends of the rope together, then slide it through my fingertips until I find the center point. “Have I ever tied you this way?”
“Once or twice,” Rochelle says. She looks at Quin. “But never to a bar above my head. And never on tiptoes.”
Quin just smiles.
“Make a fist and put your wrists together,” I say. She obeys and I begin looping the rope, tying it off with a square knot. I hand the other end to Quin’s outstretched hand. He reaches up to the bar positioned over the end of the bed, loops the rope around it, pulls—so Rochelle has to go up on her toes—and then ties it tightly to the metal pipe.
Rochelle lets out a small squeal and when I check her, there’s fear in her eyes.
God, I love it.
And she knows it. She knows how much I enjoy the bondage.
“You deserve this,” I tell her. “Don’t you?”
She nods her head and says, “Yes.”
“You were very, very bad when you left last year, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she says again. Her eyes leave mine for a moment to look for Quin.
He’s sitting on the end of the bed, his pants open, fisting his cock. “Keep going,” Quin says.
I place my hands on Rochelle’s hips and turn her. She swivels on her toes, until she’s facing the bed. And Quin.
I want him to see her reactions.
I want her to see his too.
“How many spankings do you deserve, Rochelle?” I ask her.
“As many as pleases you,” she replies.
I almost laugh. Where the hell did she learn that answer?
But Quin clears his throat, telling me to stay professional.
Fine. He wants her punished, I’ll punish her until he’s had enough.
I move up behind her, pressing my chest into her back, then reach around to grab her tits. I pinch her nipples hard. And if she wasn’t almost suspended, she’d arch her back in pain.
She tries it, but the movement only makes her go off balance and pivot into my hold.
Quin reaches between her legs and begins to stroke her pussy. I look down and watch his fingers slip in and out between her legs. It only takes a few strokes before they are shiny with her wet desire.
Her shoulders relax. Her head falls forward a little.
All good signs. She’s enjoying it. And he doesn’t really want to hurt her. He just wants to make his point.
I caress her ass, my fingers slipping between her legs from behind.
This time she moans.
I reach further between her legs until I bump up against Quin’s knuckles. His fingers are deep inside her pussy. I gather some of the wetness and slip back to her asshole, pressing against her puckered skin.
She stiffens when I press harder, so I reach into my pocket for the lube and make her slick enough to take the pressure when my fingers resume.
I close my eyes and enjoy the moment as Quin and I finger her from opposite ends.
Her breathing kicks up. Just soft and heavy at first. But as our playing gets harder—rougher—she begins to moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” Quin asks. “You like both of us inside you at the same time.”
“Yes,” Rochelle murmurs, her body twisting as we play with her. And for a second, I think she might actually come.
But Quin moves, positioning himself directly in front of her, slightly sitting on the end of the high bed. “Put your knees on the bed,” he says, holding her hips so she can obey.
She straddles his legs, one knee on each side of his thighs. The relief on her wrists has to be immense, so I wonder what Quin is up to since I know he really does want to punish her. He wraps his arms around her waist and holds her close to his chest. Rochelle’s head rests on Quin’s shoulder, her arms ring around his neck in a hug—as much as she can manage with her wrists still tied to the bar.
Oh, that’s an amateur mistake. I practically grin at Quin when our eyes meet.
When he nods I smack her ass so hard, my hand stings.
Rochelle yells in surprise, but Quin is there, holding his hand tightly over her mouth. “Shhh,” he says. “You have to take it quietly.”
I smack her again and this time she huffs into Quin’s hand, then starts to breathe heavy through her nose. Her chest is rising and falling, like she can’t get enough air and needs to take deep breaths.
Quin removes his hand, lets her inhale, then replaces it, just as I strike her a third time.
Her ass is already bright red. Hell, my hand is stinging. But Quin’s other hand is still between her legs, stroking her. Making it better. I slap her once more and this time her whole body writhes.
But I know just how to ease her back down. I rub the heat radiating out from her ass cheeks as Quin kisses her. Fisting her hair. He hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her towards him, making her ass stick out and beg me to keep going.
I smack her three times in quick succession, until she’s straining on the rope, trying to get away. Trying to get closer to Quin and farther from me.
Her wrists are already red and scratched, so I reach up with both hands and quickly untie her, setting her free.
Quin leans back on the bed, just as Rochelle collapses on top of his chest. I lift her hips up, find Quin’s hard cock, wrap my hand around it, and slip it up to her wet opening. She eases down on top of him, burying his dick inside her pussy.
Fuck. All three of us moan.