Page 56 of Dark Cravings

“Of course. Let’s do this,” Thomas agreed.

“Strip, Kenley,” I ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, understanding my role for the scene.

She unzipped her corset, setting it on the chair and then stripped off her skirt and thong. She stood before us, gloriously naked, all of her curves on display. Thomas and I each took two cuffs and walked over to the St. Andrew’s cross.

“Come here,” Thomas directed.

Kenley rushed to reach us, an eager expression on her face. We turned her away from the cross and quickly fastened the cuffs to her wrists and ankles, clipping them onto the metal rings on the cross. We stood back from the cross and admired her for a few moments. Thomas took two crops out of his bag and passed one to me. He started lightly tapping it against her tits as I brought mine against her thighs.

Once she was pleasantly pink, we traded in the crops for floggers and stood a few feet apart. I stepped forward and flicked my wrist, back and forth, the flogger hitting diagonally across one thigh and then the other. I stepped back and Thomas moved forward, raised his arm and brought the flogger down on one breast and then the other. We alternated, bringing the floggers harder against her skin, her tits and thighs now red.

We set the floggers down after a few minutes and Thomas passed me a cane before grabbing one for himself. She cried out as I struck her first across one thigh and then the other. Thomas lined her tits with red, bringing the cane down on her. She cried out again and we walked up beside her. Thomas gripped her chin and turned her head toward him, his mouth crashing down on hers. He kissed her passionately before turning her head in my direction for an equally hot kiss.

“Color, sub,” he demanded.

“Green, Sir.”

“Can you take more?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

We gently ran our hands over her heated flesh grinning as she moaned. Thomas tucked the canes away and took two floggers out. The one he passed me was a sting-y one, while his was considered thuddy. He brought it down on her tits with a loud smack and then moved for me to use the other one, leaving a stinging sensation on her thighs. Finally, he took out a Wartenberg wheel. He dragged it across her tits and then up and down her legs, over and over again. She shivered as it passed over her sensitive skin. I followed up with gentle caresses and a soft kiss on each nipple.

We worked to unfasten the cuffs and then I wrapped a blanket around her shoulders as Thomas packed everything away and wiped down the cross. He grabbed the bag and her clothes and then we led her out of the room and into the aftercare area. Thomas quickly applied arnica cream to her breasts and thighs and then gathered her in his arms, her legs across my lap. Her eyes closed and she sighed, cuddling into us.

“You did such a good job, sweetheart,” Thomas said softly.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“I feel amazing,” she smiled.

She laid with us for nearly thirty minutes before she sat up and kissed us both. I helped her dress and then we headed back out into the club.

“That was hot as hell,” Raven said as she approached us from the side.

“Thanks,” I grinned. “It was fun as hell.”

“How did you like it, Kenley?”

“It was a fucking amazing scene. I’m thirsty as fuck though.”

“Let’s get you a drink,” Thomas said. “Talk to you later, Raven.”

“Shelby, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“You really seemed to enjoy that scene.”

“I really did. I honestly don’t know how I ever thought I could be without them.”

“I’m really glad you all came around. Thomas was a shell of himself when you said you weren’t interested. He was really hurt.”

“Raven, I appreciate where you’re coming from but don’t forget, at one point or another, we all hurt each other. We’ve moved past it.”

“Oh, I know! I’m sorry, that came out completely wrong. I’ll just leave it at I’m happy for all of you.”

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