Page 67 of Full Mountie

She winks. “I especially like the crop. I can’t wait to learn how to use it.”

“That’s a very advanced lesson,” I say, my voice cracking. I’m not ready for her to try that on me. Not when I just want to toss her over my shoulder and carry her off to the nearest bed.

“Then we’ll have to work up to it,” she whispers. “Now can we finish tying you up so you’re at our mercy?”

“Caution word,” I croak out. “And any time you want to take off my pants, that would be great.”

She giggles and cups my erection, straining behind my zipper. I should have taken the jeans off downstairs instead of zipping them back up again. Force of habit from play parties.

Gonna need to break myself of that. Nothing with Hugh and Beth is anything like casual kink.

“How aboutcupcakefor your caution word? Not a bad thing, but not something you’re going to blurt out, either.”

Hugh takes my hand and strings it up on the second rope. “Beth, you’re going to make an excellent top.”

I groan and close my eyes as a shudder racks through me.

Hugh warmsme up by showing Beth how he likes to use the crop to flick at my nipples, my boxer-covered ass, my bare thighs. He likes to change it up, between stroking with the cool leather and gentle flicks, so I don’t know what to expect when he touches me.

“What Lachlan really wants is my touch,” he says, using his words just as effectively as the crop. To get into my head and fuck with my mind.

“And you should give it to me,” I growl.

“I will.” He hands the crop to Beth. “Stroke him only. No flicking.”

“Got it.” She grins with unabashed pleasure as she lays the keeper against my shoulder and trails it across my chest. “You look so good stretched out like this.”

“Yeah?” I roll my shoulders, flexing my muscles. I’m not stretched tight between the two points. Hugh’s left enough slack in the ropes for my arms to rest below my shoulders, which helps with circulation, and allows me to move a bit. Also, show off for a sexy woman.

She circles my right pec with the crop. “Do that again.” Her voice is low and husky. I flex for her and she bites her lip. “Yes.”

She lowers her arm and steps in, replacing the leather with her mouth on my skin. I tip my head back and groan at the pleasure of her tongue, her lips. The warmth of it, which Hugh always deprives me of for so much longer.

Except that’s what he wanted—me distracted.

Because now he’s behind me. He brushes his knuckles against my lower back before tugging my boxer briefs down and touching the crease between my ass cheeks.

The fucker has lube.

I gasp and rise up onto my toes, the ropes catching as I surge forward.

“Easy,” he murmurs. “You’ll knock Beth over.”

“You sneaky jerk,” I moan. My ass is clenchedshut, like no joke.

“Did you expect anything else?”

I burn inside as I roughly shake my head.

“Down on your heels,” he orders. “Beth, use the crop to show him how wide I want his feet. Same width as mine.”

I refocus my gaze on her as she eagerly complies, tagging the insides of my legs, left and right, until I’m spread so far apart there’s no way he’s not getting inside me.

Fucking fuck fuck.

And my cock is straining at the front of my boxers like it’s my birthday.

Basic rule of sex: trust your dick. When it’s happy, you should be happy. But Jesus, that’s easier said than done when your boyfriend is rubbing circles around your asshole and your girlfriend is grinning at you on the other side, and pretty soon you’re just going to come on the spot because you haven’t done this in ages and—

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