Page 69 of Undone

As he rose from slipping her panties down and removing them from around her feet along with her dress, he paused long enough to part her pussy with his fingers and tickle her clit with his tongue. Her whimper made his cock kick in his jeans.

Patience.

He paused again to suck one pebbled nipple into his mouth, then the other before going back and nipping them both playfully but hard enough to make her breathing uneven.

Since her ankles weren’t bound and her sandals were planted firmly on the concrete floor, she leaned into him, silently encouraging him to do it again.

He didn’t. They were limited on time, and he had other plans.

His gaze landed on a brush sticking out of a plastic tote used to hold grooming supplies like curry combs and hoof picks. That particular brush had stiff bristles used on a horse’s body when it was really dirty, like when they were caked with mud.

He left her bound in the center of the room to grab it and test it over his palm.

Perfect.

He hoped Erin thought so, too.

He’d find out soon enough.

When he returned to her, he started to lightly sweep the brush over her skin. Anywhere the bristles touched left her skin pink with barely visible scrape marks.

It wasn’t enough.

Normally if he was in charge, he wouldn’t ask, but since they hadn’t established a safe word yet—something he needed to do—he asked, “Too much?”

“No,” she whispered.

He stopped brushing her skin and put his lips to her ear. “Before we go further, I need to ask what your safe word is.” She better have one. Especially after what he witnessed Ford doing to her.

“Pineapple.”

That was a common one and easy enough to remember. “Pineapple, it is,” he confirmed.

Personally, he preferred the “red light” system. He wished his partners did, too. It was nice to have more than only a word used to “stop.” He liked the idea that green meant everything was A-okay or they wanted more, yellow was slow down or be careful, and red was to stop immediately. It was simple and effective.

He should’ve given that system to Ford instead of only a word. If the three of them actually became a regular thing, he would propose they switch over to that. Apparently, he hadn’t been thinking straight at the time.

He silently chuckled in his head. Actually, seeing Ford naked and strapped down on a spanking bench certainly hadn’t helped him thinkstraight.

He took long strokes with the brush over her back, testing to see how much pressure he should use. He wanted it to feel good and turn her on, not make her flawless skin bleed. While some people were into blood play, he was definitely not.

He continued sweeping the brush over her back, her ass and the back of her thighs, then moved around to her front, brushing the front of her supple thighs and using the bristles to tease her pussy. He then ran it up her stomach and chest before concentrating on her nipples.

The path of pink left behind was picture perfect.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“Yessss,” came out on a breath. Her eyes were closed, and she appeared relaxed, so he took that as a sign his pressure wasn’t unbearable. If it became so, it only took a single word to stop him.

He once again sucked a now-red nipple into his mouth, soothing it by swirling his tongue around, as he continued to scrape the stiff bristles over the other.

He switched again.

And again.

But he needed to move on…

Chapter Eighteen

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