Page 107 of Third Wheel

“Can we lower this a little?” she asked, tugging on her wrists. She was stretched out completely, with no slack. Her breasts were high in the corset, practically popping out.

“Nope,” Zach said, grinning. “I like seeing you like this.”

“Me, too,” Kincaid chimed in.

Amy made a face.

“Kind of hard for you to get between my legs when I have to keep them closed if my hands are going to be up this high.” She pouted at them.

“Oh, don’t worry, little slut,” Zach said, walking around behind her and giving her ass a smack that sent the hem of her skirt fluttering. “We’ll get to your pussy… eventually.”

“Let’s get this corset off you first, though, princess.” Kincaid stepped up to unhook the front of the corset. The one she was wearing today was nice and easy to pop open. The clasps were actual hooks that curved down through a little ring on the other side of the corset, so all Kincaid had to do was run his finger upthe center, pulling the hooks out of the rings, and boom… boobs. “I like this corset a lot. Very easy access.”

He grinned over Amy’s shoulder at Zach as she gasped and arched her back, indicating he was doing something to her breasts. Zach grinned back and stepped up behind her to unzip her skirt.

“This can come off now, too. I want to whip this pretty ass before Kincaid fucks it.”

Amy moaned, panting for breath at both his words and whatever Kincaid was doing to her. They were working in tandem, Kincaid providing the pleasure while he provided the pain—point and counterpoint to give her everything she needed.

While Kincaid played with her pretty breasts, squeezing and pinching and heightening her arousal, Zach started spanking her. He wasn’t going to whip her very much, but he wanted to mark up her ass before Kincaid used it. A few nice weals across that pretty surface… but he needed to warm it up first with a good, hard spanking.

Because of the way she was stretched out, there wasn’t much room for her to move around, so she couldn’t do more than twitch in place as he spanked her. Even when she lifted her feet, trying to dance away, there wasn’t anywhere for her to go—especially with Kincaid in front of her. The other man was now bending his head, sucking her breasts as Zach spanked her harder and harder. Her bottom was turning a nice, hot pink, all the blood coming to the surface under the punishment he was giving her.

“Ready for the whip, slut?” he asked, his hand moving down to the undercurve of her ass, right on the sensitive spot where her cheeks met her thighs. Amy squealed, jerking in place.

“Yes, Sir. Please.” There was real pleading in her voice. For someone like Amy, this kind of spanking was more of a teasethan real satisfaction. She wanted the leather… and he wanted to hear her scream. “Oh!”

That last little ‘oh’ was for Kincaid, not for him. No need to be jealous, though. She was about to be a lot noisier for him.

He went to get the whip, a nice long, braided single tail that would sting like a bitch but was also thick and thuddy enough to leave a lasting impression. As he got into position behind her, Kincaid lifted his head, standing straight up and moving in close to Amy so she couldn’t go very far.

“Hold her still for me?” Zach asked. Amy would hold perfectly still if he asked her to, but he had a feeling she’d like the way Kincaid wanted to do it.

“Of course.” Kincaid’s dark eyes glinted with mischief as his gaze met Zach’s, and Amy bounced upward, letting out a little squeak. Zach knew that Kincaid had just slid his fingers between her legs, taking up space she didn’t have and holding her in place by her pussy just as his other hand went around her throat. “Go ahead, partner. She’s ready.”

Amy whimpered before the whip even touched her, and that whimper turned into a shriek that made Zach sigh with satisfaction when the whip cut across her ass. A nice dark red weal rose up where the leather had bit her, and he stepped forward to rub his hand over it.

“Now that’s very pretty,” he said. “Too bad you can’t see it, Kincaid.”

“Oh, I’m perfectly happy with my view,” Kincaid responded, glancing down at Amy’s front side. She shuddered and whimpered against him. “That’s our good girl.”

“Three more,” Zach said. “For our pretty little slut.”

Three more perfectly placed lines across her pinked ass, which had his cock standing up straight to attention and throbbing. He’d love to fuck her ass now and feel her hot flesh against his groin, but Kincaid had requested the back doorfor tonight, and Zach had agreed. He’d get her ass when they double-teamed her another time.

They had their entire future together for him to be with her in every way possible.

Kincaid

His boyfriend had done a gorgeous job on Amy’s ass. Bright pink cheeks crossed with dark red welts that were almost perfectly evenly spaced. If he hadn’t seen the whip, he might have thought a cane was used instead. Watching her straddle Zach, who was lying on his back on the bed, was a hell of a view. Such a pretty pink ass with stripes, waiting for him to fuck it.

They’d taken out the plug before she’d gotten on the bed, and her little hole winked at him from between her cheeks, just above where Zach’s cock was now impaling her. Kincaid gripped his own cock, spreading the slick lube all over its length and grinning as Zach moaned and reached up to Amy’s breasts. She gasped, her downward momentum halting for just a moment before she suddenly sat down all the way, taking him inside her.

“Ride him, princess. I want to see you bouncing on his cock,” Kincaid ordered, climbing onto the bed behind her.

“Yes, Sir. Ow!” Amy squealed again, arching her back. Zach’s hands were busy on her breasts, which Kincaid had already made extra sensitive with all his pinching and pulling, and he knew Zach was a hell of a lot meaner than he was. They weren’t using the clamps tonight because they wanted her focused on how their cocks felt, but her breasts were too pretty for either of them to ignore entirely.

“Now, slut,” Zach demanded, even though he’d barely given her time to get started. Not that it mattered. Kincaid knew Zachhad just wanted the excuse to pinch her nipples hard. As soon as he gave the order, she started moving, whimpering the entire time. From the way Zach’s hands moved with her, it was clear he hadn’t relinquished his grip on her nipples even as she started riding him.

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