Page 65 of Full Mountie

Deliberately so, I’m sure. So she’ll have to reach in and get her prize.

And now her punishment for being impertinent. From the happy sigh she makes as she tugs his dick out and starts to lick him, I don’t think she minds.

I check the flogger over and make sure it’s clean before I put it away in the roll. That was a lot of fun. I run my fingers over two lighter, matching floggers. Maybe next time I’ll show off some fancy Florentine arm work.

But for our first night of kink, this was amazing. I heft the hockey bag onto my shoulder, and Hugh snaps his fingers to get my attention.

“Where are you going with that?”

Was amazing? I grin. Maybeisamazing, still. “What, we aren’t done?”

He shakes his head. Beth bobs lower in his lap, interrupting whatever he was going to say next. He pauses her with a quick touch of his fingers to her hair. “God, she’s too good at that. No, we’re just getting started. What else do you have in there?”

I swallow hard at the way his eyes rove hungrily over my chest. “Rope, cuffs…” A spreader bar, but maybe he doesn’t need to know about that just yet. “What do you want?”

He glances up at the bare ceiling. “Do you have any anchor points installed?”

I point upstairs. “Yeah.”

“Cuffs and rope, then.” He grins. “Time to show Beth the first thing I ever did to you.”

She pulls off him with a wet pop. “Oooh….”

“After you finish, beautiful.” He fists his cock and taps the wet, straining head against her mouth. “Priorities.”

We head upstairs, Hugh carrying two bags of ropes, Beth skipping along with the cuffs he’s promised she can put on me. I’ve got the hockey bag, because Hugh darkly promised that nothing is off the table.

My little cottage has fantastic ten foot ceilings on the main level, but up here there are steep dormers in each room, and the maximum height even in the centre is just barely eight feet. No room for my king-sized bed or a shower I can stretch out in. So I converted half of the space downstairs into a master suite for myself, and I use these rooms only occasionally. One of them has a desk and a filing cabinet in it, although I’m just as likely to use my laptop on the couch downstairs.

And the other one is empty, except for an exercise mat, some weights in the corner, and four anchor points in the ceiling. One has a punching bag hanging from it.

The other three are where I practice rigging when I have people over.

Hugh lays out the bundles of rope, carefully sorting them. I’m not the only one who’s learned more over the last decade. He obviously knows what he’s doing, so I don’t go into monitor mode.

I stand there, at the ready, and wait for instructions.

Hugh chooses a sturdy hemp rope, then gestures for Beth to join him in front of me. “Have you used velcro cuffs before?”

She shakes her head.

“Open them up. See how tough that is? So they’re great for him to resist against.” He smirks and blood rushes to my groin. He’s going to torture me and I’m going to love-hate it. “Put those on his wrists. Not too tight, but don’t leave extra space, either. We want him to feel safe and secure.”

Another smirk. Desire skitters across my skin, lighting up all my nerve endings.

Beth slides in front of me. She’s amped up. I’d like to think some of that is the residual high from the flogging and fucking, but really, this helper role—an eager mini Domme—is a perfect fit for her.

And I’m not complaining. Having her touch me as Hugh watches, his gaze hooded and hot? It’s got me buzzing already.

Once Hugh checks my cuffs, he reaches up and loops the rope through the anchor point, then hooks my left hand up to the long line.

It’s not until he moves across the room and grabs another bundle of rope that I realize what his plan is. He’s going to string me out between two anchor points.

Jesus. My pulse speeds up, and I want to widen my stance, but I also trust that he’ll take care of that for me. And it’ll be a good safety lesson for Beth.

Once that rope is up, I expect him to point me to the mid-point, but instead he turns toward the hockey bag—and he grabs a crop from my collection of hitty things.

Fucker.

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