Page 44 of Autumn of the Witch

“I call it the briar bitch, and Iloveit,” Sasha told Micah. “Use that, put salt on me after? I’ll melt into a puddle.”

“You’ll do that anyway by the time we’re done.” Viv’s voice sharpened. “The bed, Sasha. Lie flat so Micah can practice.”

“I would fucking love to.” Sasha took a flying leap onto the bed, so eager he was almost panting into the bedding.

“It won’t bother the scratches?” Micah asked.

“Hell yeah, it will!”

Viv sighed. “He’ll like it. I promise, you’ll think it’s too much and he’ll just beg for more. Sasha!” Her voice went heavy with dominance again, probably because he was humping the bed.

“Babe, I can’t help it. Turns out you two talking about me like I’m a thing is really doing it for me.”

“Everything does it for you,” she said, sounding only a little exasperated.

“I’m starting to see that,” Micah said. “You’ll tell me if it’s right?”

“You’ll know,” Sasha promised, smiling into the bedding in anticipation.

“I was asking Viv,” Micah said, but he, too, sounded like maybe he was smiling, and that was a hell of a thing, wasn’t it? This was clearly a great idea for everyone.

“Keep the strikes where I told you. Don’t bother with a warm-up—he’s been a good boy; we’ll let him take it hard from the beginning. If you want,” Viv added. “It’s a torment if it’s too light, but he likes that, too, even if he says he doesn’t.”

Sasha would have protested, but she was right, and he was desperate to feel leather hit his back. It’d been a while.

Micah’s hand gripped his hair, pulling his head up. Micah was leaning on the bed on one knee, giving him a stern look. “Tell me if it’s pain you don’t like.”

“Haven’t invented that yet, boss. But we can try and find it. Sounds awesome. I’m game if you are.”

“He really is just… like this, isn’t he.” Micah pushed Sasha’s head down again, not hard, exactly, but the casual firmness of the pressure made Sasha wonder if Micah had ever fully let his dominance out. His own need for pain and submission became harder to satiate if he went too long without, and he had a feeling it was the same for doms. And sadists, for that matter. Viv was always eager to fuck him up once she recovered from one of her episodes.

“He really is. Now, I want my prize, so get to it, please.”

There was a breathless moment of silence, and then—finally—the flogger fell on his skin. Sasha hadn’t known what to expect. Part of him did think that Micah might start the way he had when he’d hit the bed… but no, he laid the leather straps perfectly across Sasha’s back. It was so delicious, Sasha moaned.

“Already?” Micah snorted.

“Pain. Slut,” Sasha reminded him.

“Mm, harder, please,” Viv said, and the only problem with the position Sasha was in was that he couldn’t turn his head and see her. “Sasha, stay still, or I’ll have him tie you up and use the flogger with the fur straps.”

Damn it. “Okay, okay. That was great, boss. You can’t hurt me, really.”

Micah said softly, “Oh, I think I can,” and Sasha’s eyes closed as lust shuddered through him, making his cock swell and press down into the bedding.

Before he could say “Great, show me,”Micah struck him again. And then again, and again, the leather falling rhythmic and so fucking good on his back, stinging against the fading traces of the nail marks.

“Oh, that’s so good. Look at him—you have him writhing already,” Viv said. “He takes it so well, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Micah said, his voice heavy with dominance. “He does.” He wielded the flogger again, and Sasha closed his eyes and drifted on the pain, which was starting to pull at him, drag him closer to that perfect place where it was indistinguishable from pleasure.

“Can I—harder?” Micah asked, and Sasha nodded as Viv laughed and said he could. The next few strikes made him buck, grabbing at the headboard. “Tell me how it feels, Sasha.”

“It feels like… I’m… the luckiest bastard in Lukos,” Sasha managed. A particularly hard strike landed on his upper back, and he shifted, trying to get the tails to hit high on his shoulder.

Micah stopped. “No. That’s not how you get what you want.”

“You’re doing pretty good for being new at this,” Sasha mumbled, forcing himself to be still. “Isn’t he, baby?”

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