Page 91 of The Heart

We both look back toward the stage, watching Colton drag the strands of leather over the woman’s ass, letting her know what’s coming.

Alright. NowI’msquirming.

Luke notices, eyeing me sideways. We used to have a lot of fun with one of those and a submissive between us.

The snap is quick. It’s also fucking loud.

And now I’m really smiling, watching the red bloom on her ass cheek. Colton walks around, then uses the back of the flogger to tip her chin up to meet his gaze. He stands tall, looking down at her. We can’t hear what they say, but Colton chuckles. When he steps back, he smiles wider, biting his lip and holding up both hands to show the number eight, the flogger still between his thumb and forefinger.

Eight more? Shit.

I look at Luke, but he’s already checking on Leena for us, explaining to her what’s about to happen. She nods, then grips his pant leg, but when I study her face, she’s still fucking turned on by this.

Fuck, I love this woman.

I look back up, finding Colton in position. He proceeds with three lashes in quick succession. I can see Leena jump in the corner of my eye, but I don’t look at her.

I’m busy.

And she knows by now that she needs to tell us if this is too much for her.

I watch as Colton lets the strips brush over the reddened area as he strides to the other side of her. He takes his stance, tightening the muscles in his abdominals before landing three more.

It’s loud.

You can hear it sound over the music, as this asshole continues striding around to the beat of it.

When he presses her down to her elbows then straddles her back, tapping her ass so she spreads her legs wider, it doesn’t take me long to figure out where the last two lashes are going.

Well, fuck.

Before either of us can warn Leena, the last two lashes land right between the woman’s legs.

Leena lets out a breath and I groan as Mia collapses to her knees, shuddering out what is definitely an orgasm. A real one, too.

The kid is impressing the hell out of me tonight.

When the music picks up again, Colton tosses the flogger aside, then quickly makes his way back to where Mia is kneeling, her small body slumped over the chair. He grabs the harness at her back, yanking her to her feet and kicking the chair off stage. He practically carries her to the middle of the stage, her feet scrambling, then quickly stands her up to face him.

He grabs her wrists, forcing her hands to slide slowly up his abs until they are grasping the harness at his own chest. He moves his hands down her arms, then over her body until he’s palming her ass. He lifts her up, sliding her body against his until she’s high enough to wrap her legs around his waist. She leans away from him, gripping his harness and tipping her head back until her arms are straight and her nipples are pointing up.

Fuck, I love those harnesses.

Colton’s fingers dig into the skin at her hips as he lifts her away from him just enough to reposition, then slowly slides her back onto his dick.

The music picks up again as he starts slamming into her. Her head leans back further with her pleasure, hair swaying, tits fucking bouncing.

Fuck.

The sound of slapping skin as he fucks her has all the blood in my body rushing to my fucking cock. And when Colton moves a hand between them, I almost chuckle.

What a fucking gentleman.

I swear he gets her off at least twice before he finally drops to his knees, lowers her to the ground in front of him, then pulls out just in time to paint her fucking stomach.

Fuck. Me.

I know this isn’t the type of establishment where you clap, but I kinda want to.

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