Page 96 of Foreplay on Words

“Not bad,” Em appraised. “Try to follow the whole motion through this time, don’t hesitate at the end. It’ll distribute the impact evenly across the skin.”

There was little you could do to prepare yourself for the strike of an impact implement adequately, but I took a few shallow breaths anyway. I could keep still as it hit this time, my adrenaline spiking as the mild pain rushed through my body. It didn’t really hurt, but it made me acutely aware of all the nerve endings in my skin. I could see why this excited certain people.

“Chase, are you still okay?” Evan’s voice was uncertain behind me.

“I’m good,” I nodded. “Keep going.”

Em whispered some corrections to Evan’s stance, and I braced myself.

A loud moan escaped as he landed two strikes going in opposite directions across my lower back.

“Chase?” Emory questioned with concern.

“All good, Sir,” I sighed, trying to keep myself calm. The endorphin release from the pain fading was causing more arousal than I expected.

Before, when I’d been on the receiving end of Emory’s hits, I’d felt the rush, but it was not as intense as the thrill that I experienced when I knew it was Evan working me over.

“Just a few more swings. Try to evenly distribute them so you don’t hit the same place twice,” Emory instructed. “That’s how you get bruising or skin damage. The goal is a warm, even pink across the surface.”

My loud moans were involuntary with the next set. My nipples were painfully hard, and I could now see why Em had joked about a bed in the back. If Evan weren’t up for it, I’d steal one of Talia’s toys and finish myself off in front of them both at this rate.

“Alright. I think you’ve got the hang of it,” Emory told Evan. “Go ahead and release her.”

Evan sat down in my line of sight to my side and ran his hand gently down my hair. I gazed up at him, a little drunk on the hormones coursing through my bloodstream.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“I’m great,” I whispered as I heard the door to the studio click closed.

Evan quickly untied the fastenings and uncoiled the rope from around my wrists. He massaged the discomfort I had and moved onto my shoulders before lightly running his fingers down my back, admiring his work.

“I can see why you enjoyed the wooden spoon. That was a rush.”

His dopey smile looked proud, and I loved how self-assured he was with this. It was a nice change from the timid man he’d been even days prior.

“It’s different being the giver, isn’t it?” I asked.

He leaned down and brushed his lips on my ear. “I’m so fucking hard right now. Those little noises you couldn’t hold in didn’t help either. Every time your mouth opened, and another sound escaped, fuck. You don’t even know how hard it was to listen to his instructions.”

My breath caught in my throat as I raised my head to look at him. His pupils were dilated, and he was staring at me with intense naked desire in his eyes. “He left to go get Talia. Told me he locked the door, and we’ve got an hour. If you’re still sore, I can…”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I rose to my knees, interrupting him as I eagerly grasped his hips—turning him in front of me. I tugged on the waistband of his shorts, impatient to get him naked.

“Shit,” he moaned, lying back as he raised enough to slide them down his thighs along with his briefs.

My God was he hard, almost as hard as he’d been with the ring on. I licked my lips and glanced up at him as my mouth hovered above his erection. I’d never wanted to throat a dick so badly in my life.

“You don’t have to do... ahh!” he moaned as I engulfed him in my mouth and sucked hard before relaxing my jaw and taking him all the way down, gagging myself a little, but it didn’t stop me.

“Fuck!” he yelled as he gathered my hair and held it out of my face. Evan’s other hand pulled the band on my bra, freeing my breasts.

His long fingers rolled my nipple slowly, adding more pressure as he went, making me moan around his length. His hips pulsed upward as I took him in, building a quick rhythm.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Stop,” he panted as he cupped my jaw and lifted me off him. He patted his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Get up here. Straddle my lap.”

“Yes, Sir,” I winked as I took his hand and stood up. He grabbed my hips and turned me so I was facing away from him. He pushed down my shorts and panties, helping me step out of them.

“Put your legs up here.” He ran a palm across the leather, and I carefully straddled him on my knees backward as his large hands supported my stomach.

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