Her eyes rounded. “Oh.”
Tag snared Wade’s attention and cocked his head. He moved from behind Rebecca, all the while tapping her body with the crop. Small splotches of pink squares erupted on her lithe body.
“Leather sounds good on you,” he told her.
“Wade, I bet her tits are pretty sensitive right now.”
His friend studied the tight and red flesh. “I believe you are correct. She said she wanted to be broken, didn’t she? Her control taken and shattered.”
“Yep.” Tag slapped her skin from the blue band down to her pubic hair. He slid the crop between her thighs and whipped back and forth like the pendulum in a clock. She rose on tiptoe but didn’t protest.
He nodded to Wade and together they brought the crops up and started lightly slapping her tits. The first blows didn’t seem to faze her. She blinked a couple of times and looked down to watch.
“Hm, a challenge,” Wade said.
“Accepted,” Tag replied with relish. Rebecca was proving to be tougher than he’d envisioned. He took a step back and lengthened the reach of his arm to snap the crop on the underside of her breast. Wade followed suit and within seconds Rebecca was hopping foot to foot. Her wide, green eyes filled with tears but she bit down on her lip and refused to ask for leniency.
Tag’s blood roared with a primitive rush that traveled to his cock and whip hand. He increased the pressure and speed of his blows. He caught her from all sides and traveled as close to her nipples as he could with actually striking them.
Wade changed whip hands and wiped his brow.
“Getting tired, old man?” Tag taunted.
“Fuck you,” Wade said. “Just trying to go easy on her.”
“Uh-huh,” Tag muttered. “That’s not what she wants. Is it?”
Sweat dripped down Rebecca’s face. Her blonde hair plastered to her skull and her jaw pulsed with her struggle to control herself. She shook her head and mouthed “no.”
“Nipples,” Tag said. Wade nodded.
Her areolae had darkened to a deep, dark red. All hints of her usually light-berry color were gone. The nipples stood stiffly out as if begging for attention.
Tag stepped up and fisted her right tit. He squeezed and molded the hot flesh. She groaned as she oozed from between his fingers.
Wade cupped her left breast and pushed it high on her chest. In tandem they began to swat her nipples. Tag used small, fast, and light strokes. Just enough contact to be annoying but not enough to satisfy.
Wade worked her over with hard, loud smacks. Rebecca bowed backward. Her eyelids slammed shut and the tendons on her neck stood out as she wailed.
“Don’t come,” Tag ordered. He lightened his blows and Wade followed suit.
She whimpered in muted protest.
“Do. Not. Come.” Each of Wade’s commands was punctuated by a sharp blow to her nipple.
Rebecca’s mouth opened and for a moment Tag thought she would stop them but she didn’t. Instead she keened wildly and cupped her pussy with both her hands. The position of her arms squeezed her tits even tighter.
They battered her fast and furious. Tag watched the strain on her face grow fiercer.
“Move your hands,” he said.
She hunched her shoulders but let go of her pussy and spread her legs without even being told to.
“Good girl,” Wade praised.
Her eyes fluttered open. Wild need tumbled in her beautiful green gaze. Her silent pink lips mouthed “please” over and over again.
“We’re going to stroke you three more times,” Tag said. His speed increased. “You may come on the third stroke.”
She nodded slowly. He wondered if she were going to make it to three.
“Take her tits,” he told Wade. Tag dropped his crop between her legs.
“One.”
The blows were loud and resonating.
She groaned and shuddered.
“Two.” His crop caught the wet part of her pouting lower lips and she flinched harshly.
“Three.”
Wade cropped both of her nipples and Tag’s leather slammed into her clit.
She gasped and shot rock still before convulsing in a mass of moans and curses. Tag caught her as she pitched forward.
“Easy, sweetheart. I have you.” He lifted her and walked to the bed. As with Wade, Rebecca laid her head on Tag’s shoulder. Her eyes met his and he saw a wild appreciation deep in her green depths. He also realized she was slightly hazy and probably in the lower end of sub-space. He rubbed her back and cuddled her close as he whispered softly in her ear. The haze gradually retreated from her eyes.
The bed sank as Wade joined them. He caressed her thigh. “Doing okay, little one?”
She blinked a couple of times then arched her back and smiled. “God, yes. That was absolutely fantastic.”
Tag chuckled and her head bumped up and down. She shifted away and put her palm to his chest. Her eyes widened. “Your heart is pounding.”
“Hey, I was exerting myself, Bex. You took a hell of a lot for someone who’s never been in breast bondage.”
Wade tweaked her nipple and she flinched. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, I did. I’d do it again anytime you wanted.” She cocked her head and gently touched her left breast. “I can’t believe how much I felt during that session. They’ve never been sensitive.”
Wade’s finger traced the blue rope that still bound her. “The pressure of the rope helped with that but I suspect we could get you to respond equally as hard without the bindings.”
She winked. “I’m up for that challenge.”
“You look good glowing with satisfaction,” Tag said. “I could get used to it.”
She cupped his jaw. “Me, too. But don’t tell me we’re done for the night?”
He shared a look with Wade who nodded.
“All right, let’s get these ropes off of you and wipe you down. You worked up a lovely sweat.”
She touched her hair and grimaced. “I need another shower.”
“We’ll all take one when we’re done,” Wade said. He stood up. “Come on, let’s get these off you.”
She slid from Tag’s lap and stood still and relaxed as they loosened the knots. When the final rope fell away, she shuddered and cupped her tits.
“Mm, let me,” Tag said. He took one in his hand then bent and laved the still-swollen tip with his tongue.
“Oh, that feels good. So slick and tender.” Her fingers tunneled in his hair and urged him closer.
He suckled lightly then popped her nipple out and gave it a small kiss before standing.
“Time for round three,” he said.
“I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me this time.”
“Climb on the bed, Bex, and you’ll find out.”
Wade helped her up and Tag couldn’t help but admire the markings littering her usually porcelain skin. Her butt was already showing shades of red and dark purple. She knelt on the bed and he reached out to caress her ass. The flesh was still slightly warm.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Examining your handiwork?”
“Uh-huh,” he said. “You look good with our marks.”
A visible shiver rippled over her and her fingers dove between her legs. Fire flashed from her green eyes as her mouth parted. “Yes,” she whispered. “I do.”
“On your back, wench,” Wade said.
Rebecca giggled as she complied. “Wench, huh?”
His grin was as rakish as any pirate. “Yep.” He cocked his head. “How do you feel about the name thing anyway?”
Tag picked up a nylon cuff he’d placed on the bed but studied her face.
“What name thing?” Her eyes met Tag’s and she pursed her lips. “I’m getting used to Bex, though my name is Rebecca.”
“Give me your arm,” Wade said and wrapped a cuff around her wrist. “Not that kind of name, silly girl. I mean during a play session like this.”
Tag
attached the first ankle restraint then the other. He held onto her foot while she contemplated the question.
Wade moved to the other side and quickly trussed her right wrist. He worked on attaching the leads to the bed post.
Tag wound the ankle rope around the poster at the foot of the bed and tugged. “Bex? Gonna answer the question?”
A light flush crept from her chest to her cheeks. “Well, if I’m completely honest—”
“You are,” Tag said.
“I think maybe being called nasty names during sex wouldn’t be so bad. As long as it’s not too crazy. A small level of humiliation is kind of exciting.”
He cinched the other restraint down and she gasped.
“What kinds of names? Give us some ideas,” Wade said.
Her head swiveled left to right then lifted to stare down at her feet.
Tag patted the inside of her calf. “Go ahead, try to move.”
Her arms twitched but did little more than rustle the bed sheets. Her eyes grew wide. Her feet lifted from the bed but moved only an inch inward when she tried.
He walked to the left side of the bed to study her form. “You look good spread-eagled and open, Bex.”
Wade walked to the right side. He leaned forward and cupped her pussy. “Can’t move. Can’t escape. Can’t hide your sweet cunt from us. You’re helpless.”
“Slut,” she whispered. Her voice quivered with excitement. “Whore, bitch, cunt.”
Wade whistled and he looked at Tag. “Damn. Every time she said a word, her pussy contracted. She’s wetter than the Brazos.”
Tag nodded and climbed on the bed. He knelt beside her and trailed his fingers over her tits. She moaned even as a wince creased her mouth. “Still sore?”
“Yeah.”
He swooped down and kissed her hard. “Good,” he whispered. “Cause I’m gonna fuck them hard. These tits are mine to use, aren’t they, bitch?”
The change in her was instantaneous. Shocked pleasure lit her face. She bucked and flailed against her bonds.
Tag cupped her cheeks. His fingers dug into her soft skin. “Aren’t they?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes.”
He looked back at Wade. “I’m gonna fuck this whore’s tits and come all over her face.”
He couldn’t believe the surge of lust that hit his cock just from saying the words. “What are you going to do to her?”
Wade scrambled up and settled between her spread thighs. “I’ve been aching to taste this pussy all night long.”
“Oh fuck yeah,” she said.
Tag picked up the bottle of lube and straddled her lithe torso. Careful not to press too much of his weight on her, he dribbled the liquid along his straining cock then through the valley of her breasts.
“Cold,” she said with a squeak.
He cupped her tits and slowly pushed the head of his dick through the pillowy softness. “Not for long.”
Tag groaned at the feel of her soft mounds surrounding him as he slid through. The head of his dick popped out the top. He pulled back then slid forward again. He moved with slow deliberation. She sighed and mewled beneath him. Each time the head appeared, her chin dropped.
“Trying to get a taste?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
He scooted up a little then pressed forward again. This time her tongue snaked out at the perfect time and caught the tip.
They both gasped.
Then her body froze and her fingers curled into fists. Tag looked over his shoulder.
Wade had his face buried in her pussy. It looked like he’d spread her dark-red lips wide enough to touch the insides of her thighs.
Rebecca huffed and her hips bucked, nearly unseating Tag.
He tightened his grip on her tits then let go and grabbed for her nipples.
“Oh fuck,” she yelled.
Wade’s moans were nearly as loud as hers and Tag could hear the juiciness of her slit as he worked on her.
Tag twisted her nipples and pulled upward. His dick hurt from being so hard. He bucked back and forth while wrapping her flesh over his shaft.
Rebecca’s words took on a nonsensical beat of pleading and curses. “More, harder. God, please make me come. I’m so close. Yes, fuck my tits. Lick my cunt. Make me come! You bastards, make me come.”
Tag’s world narrowed to a single pinpoint of light that encased only him and Rebecca. Sweat and lube sheened their bodies, making his thrusts slide easily along the valley of her tits. Her nipples bulged and flared beneath the tight grip of his fingers. She lifted her head and caught the tip of his dick fully in her mouth. Defiance and demand flared from her emerald eyes. Tag groaned and squeezed hard as the rush overtook him.
“Ah,” he yelled as he pumped his load into her warm, willing mouth. She held him with her gaze as she worked her throat and swallowed blast after blast. Her hips continued to buck and churn.
With one final spurt, Tag shuddered and pulled free of her lips. He toppled to the side of the bed, narrowly missing Wade’s fast-moving head.
The aroma of arousal hung in the air. It saturated Tag’s nose and skin. He inhaled deeply to savor the mixed scents. Rebecca didn’t look at him but her fingers grappled the empty air so he entangled their hands.
She arched and bucked. Wade lifted up and speared two fingers into her pussy. Tag rose on his elbow to watch. Her skin and Wade’s face glistened with moisture. Wade’s eyes were narrowed on her.
“How much can you take, slut? I’ve got two fingers all the way inside you.” He pumped hard and fast. Her butt clenched. “Three.”
“I feel you stretching me out.”
“You’re so fucking wet. I bet I could get my whole hand in here.”
Dark pleasure turned Wade’s expression into a menacing sensual scowl. He licked his lips then bent and sucked her clit into his mouth.
Rebecca screeched and she nearly crushed Tag’s fingers.
Wade lifted his head. “You want to come, my sweet whore?”
She whimpered and nodded.
“Ask me for permission.”
The struggle to defy him was written all over her face. Her head tossed on the pillow.
“Ask me,” Wade demanded again.
He pulled back and his movements slowed. Rebecca wailed and her body went board stiff. She bit her lip and tears gathered in her eyes.
But she didn’t use her safe word.
Tag leaned closer to see what Wade was doing and his breath caught. “Holy shit,” he murmured.
Wade had four fingers fully embedded in Rebecca’s sweet snatch. He moved them in tiny pumps while his thumb twisted to torment her clit. He rubbed, then stopped, then rubbed again.
“Please,” Rebecca sobbed as she thrashed under Wade’s ministrations.
More of his fingers disappeared inside her and she yelped. Tag hoped she didn’t break his hand with her grip.
“Please what?” Wade asked.
“Please. Oh, please. Damn you, please may I come?”
Wade grinned like he won the lottery and withdrew one of his fingers. He started to fuck her again, this time with long and deep strokes.
“Yes, you may come,” he said.
His mouth found her clit again and Tag knew the moment she crested the final hill. Her fingers crushed his. She threw her head back to the pillow and her pussy shoved as far into Wade’s face as she could move. She pointed the tips of her toes and all the muscles in her legs quivered with the force of her orgasm.
Rebecca shook and shivered with each wave until Wade lifted his shining face from between her legs. She collapsed against the bed with a deep gasp of air and her eyes fluttered closed.
Her tits lifted high with the huge breaths she took and her flesh jiggled from the pounding of her heart.
Wade rose on his knees, fisted his cock and jerked fast and hard. “Since Tag gave you a mouthful, I’m going to cover your body with my cum.” His breathing grew as quick as his strokes. His neck grew tense and tight the
n he yelled as white splashes erupted from the tip of his cock. Cum splattered her stomach, tits, and face. He even got some in her hair.
Tag was impressed.
Apparently Rebecca enjoyed it, too, because as soon as the first volley touched her skin, she was wailing and straining against her bonds once more.
Wade sank back on his haunches and dropped his hand. His body trembled and sweat dripped down his chest.
“Wow. That was intense,” he said.
Rebecca stirred. Her eyes cracked open but she quickly slammed her left one shut. “Uh, a little help here? It’s in my eye!”
Tag shook his head. “Not my stuff. I ain’t touching it.”
Wade chuckled wearily and stiffly climbed over her leg. He snatched the robe from the floor and gently wiped her face.
Tag worked on releasing her bonds and when she was clean and free, they all fell against the bed in an exhausted heap with Rebecca cocooned between them.
As he drifted off to sleep, Tag couldn’t help but think how right she felt nestled there. It was as if she was the missing piece they’d finally found.
“Hmm, just realized something,” she murmured.
“Whazzat?” Wade mumbled.
“I never got properly fucked.”
Chapter Fifteen
Wade woke to the soft plumpness of Rebecca’s butt pressed against his naked hip. He reached over and caressed her cool skin. She sighed but didn’t wake. He lifted his head and peered through the semidarkness at Tag, who slept on his back with one arm flung over his eyes.
Light from the dining room seeped into the hall and barely made its way down to the bedroom, but it still bothered Tag. Wade knew his old friend had issues with any sort of light while he was trying to sleep. He’d even covered the small button on his smoke alarm with electrical tape because he complained it was like a laser beam to his eyes.
Wade rolled from the bed and scooped up his clothes before padding softly to the guest room where he usually slept. He tossed them in the hamper and took a quick shower. Once dressed in fresh clothes, he wandered into the kitchen for a soft drink and toaster pastries. While they heated, he booted up his laptop and started the cipher program. He really needed to crack whatever information Fischer had on his hard drive. He wanted to do it before the Feds, too. Nothing better than tweaking the nose of the government.
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