Page 63 of Full Mountie

It’s been a long time coming, me using this collection of stuff in a truly intimate way.

After dinner, I pull out the hockey bag. I sift through the neatly sub-divided contents. Rope bundles, smaller bags of cuffs, some still-in-their packages one-time-use vibrators. I want the leather roll that houses my small flogger collection.

Beth crowds in beside me as I run my fingers over the options. I want a soft, gentle toy for her tonight. Something that will warm her up as it lands on her bare skin. The right tool to move her from mildly interested to definitely hooked.

“That looks soft,” she says breathlessly.

I nod. “It is. Similar weight to the one Brandon used on you at Max’s. It’ll feel different on your bare skin, though.”

“Bare?”

“You can leave your panties on.”

“What fun is there in that?” Hugh asks as he joins us. He wraps his arms around Beth and kisses her neck. “You don’t need training wheels, do you?”

I give him a dark look. “Let her ease into it.”

“But I want that leather caressing her everywhere,” he says silkily.

She shivers.

I shrug. “Up to her.Notyou.”

“Everything is up to me,” he says, completely undeterred. “You should take off your shirt, for example.”

Half way to naked? That sounds like a great plan. I pull off my t-shirt and toss it onto the couch, then I grab some condoms from my travel pack—right next to my first-aid kit, because I’m a responsible kinkster—and I pocket two before handing the others to Hugh.

Then I tug Beth out of his arms and peel her out of her clothes, leaving her underwear on. She gives me a nervous look that gets my blood humming, then wiggles out of them herself.

Even better.

Once she’s naked, I arrange her over the arm of the couch, bent at the hips with her legs spread enough to afford me a spectacular view of her glistening pussy.

“Find a comfortable position for your hands in front of you and keep them there. If they move, it’s the same as a safeword and I’ll stop.”

I settle in behind her and gently drag the falls of the flogger up the back of one leg, then the other.

She lets out the cutest little whine.

“Patience.”

I stroke the flogger back and forth over her ass. She squirms her hips. I pull the flogger back and start swinging in a figure eight.

The tips of the falls brush the bare skin of her ass, alternating cheeks. Left, right. Left, right. Occasionally, I drop the stroke to the tops of her thighs, then back up.

I keep it steady until she’s pink and warm. Beautiful.

“That’s so good,” she moans, wiggling her hips back and up in the air. I can see how wet she is, her pussy juices glistening on the inside of her thighs.

“Don’t come yet,” I tell her roughly. “Not until I’m inside you.”

She whines and presses her cunt higher in the air, damned near presenting herself to me like she’s in heat.

Fucking hell. I drop the flogger and fall on my knees, burying my face between her legs.

I don’t know what gets me harder—her sweet, musky scent, her glorious, unique taste, or the simple, womanly feel of her. She’s soft and wet and warm, and when Hugh tells me to put on a fucking condom and fuck her already, I don’t need to be told twice.

Having Beth bent over the arm of the couch was perfect for flogging, but Hugh will want to see everything as I fuck her, so I take her by the hand and lead her in front of the sofa, to the middle. I motion for her to climb up. “On your knees, facing the back.”

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