Page 90 of Binding Their Hearts

“Mmm. I have a more appropriate place in mind for you.”

She started out of whatever imaginings she’d begun crafting and surveyed the room. Built-in bookshelves and desk, an ancient fireplace of questionable utility—though her eyes gained a speculative shine as she took in the mantel.

“Guess again, darling girl.” He crouched beside the coffee table and pressed the hidden slide to unlock the hinges.

Her rapacious gaze was perhaps the pinnacle of the process, which he’d insisted Allen walk him through multiple times upon delivery of the piece last week. The center spine rose as the sides unfolded, exposing the padded ledges where arms and legs would rest.

“We have a flogging horse.” She darted forward, his curious engineer, marveling at the construction, surely about to insist upon being shown every facet.

He snatched her wrist, capturing her attention as well. “Ah. We have a birthday girl in need of a flogging.” Drawing her up, he gripped her chin in his other hand and brought his mouth close to hers. Nudging and nuzzling, he redirected her focus until her short breaths grew into a charming descant, and he permitted her a swipe of his lips. She tasted of chamomile tea with honey.

“Yes,” he murmured against her mouth. “You may investigate its intricacies later.” Her wriggling pleasure sent rumbling shockwaves through his rising cock. “For now, I want you bent over it.”

He stretched out his hand, and the handle of her flogger landed within his grasp. He draped it across his shoulder. “Thank you, Jay, for your diligence and patience. Your service is impeccable. A moment.”

Their husband waited at ease, his stance relaxed, the presence of the flogging horse no cause for upset. He puffed out his chest and lightly shrugged. “This is the only event on my calendar all day.”

“Oh, it’ll be an event all right,” Alice answered under her breath.

“Enough of that, thank you.” In her eagerness, she might offer Jay too many hints. Henry guided her into position, holding her hand as she knelt, then caressing the warm, soft skin of her back as she leaned forward.

The horse’s padded top supported her torso, and armrests cradled her forearms. He’d given Allen the sizing requirements, but until this moment, he’d remained uncertain whether the equipment would be as comfortable as it was discreet.

The leather padding rustled as Alice wriggled into place and ran her fingertips across the eye bolts sunk into the wood.

“Another day,” he whispered. The piece boasted excellent attachment points, but restraints were not on the agenda for its debut performance. “Happy birthday, Alice.”

Her giddy giggle proved a siren’s lure; he found himself stroking her flanks, the flogger’s falls brushing her back as he bent and kissed her shoulder blades. “Minx.”

“I love it.” She hugged her mount, tension gathering and flowing out as she let herself lie limp. “I love you, Henry.”

“And I you.” Another kiss, and he straightened up. “Stay as you are, Alice. Mind I don’t have to blindfold you now, hmm?”

“No peeking.” Smiling, she closed her eyes and shivered. “I promise.”

He led Jay back to the dresser and held up a familiar fabric cock ring—wise planning if he did say so himself, given that Jay’s gorgeous, full erection would be impossible to constrain with the jade circlet now. At Jay’s gasp, Henry held a shushing finger to his own lips. Nodding, Jay curved his lips tightly closed.

Henry worked quickly, slipping the ring into place and pulling it taut. Jay wouldn’t need to wear it long. With one hand behind Jay’s head, he gripped Jay’s cock with the other as he leaned in and spoke into his ear. “Save this for her, my brilliant boy. I’ll tell you when.”

Jay mouthed his thanks in silence, his pleasure writ in every line of his body. The language of gesture settled him on a floor pillow near enough to enjoy Alice’s reactions while being out of the flogger’s swing radius.

Henry wrapped his hand around the grip and smoothed the falls, embracing the calm that descended. He swung low, across the tops of Alice’s thighs.

She rocked forward, her inhale the first note in a symphony they would write together. The soprano melody first, flute and violin, overlapping strikes warming up her skin, bringing a rich blush to her lovely backside. Less power, more finesse. When her moans grew into a chorus—and Jay, kneeling on the pillow, swayed with her rhythm—Henry began the count.

“One.” He gradually slowed, adding longer pauses between the strokes, gauging his timing by the fervent slide of Alice’s hips as she pressed backward in search of more. After twenty, he stepped in closer, draping the suede across his shoulders. Cupping her ass in both hands, he massaged as she squirmed for more. Though deep pink and warmed from the flogging, she gave no sign of troubled or tender spots. “My Alice is a year older now. She may need something a bit bigger to satisfy her.”

Curiosity craned her head. He slicked two fingers between her thighs and savored her gasp.

With rapid steps, he reached the dresser and partially folded back the concealing drape, leaving the suede behind as he picked up his next tool. The pebbled leather felt solid in his grip. “Nine more strokes, Alice, and one to grow on.”

“I’m ready, Master Henry.” Her answer came quickly and laden with desire, her voice thick and honeyed.

“Yes, I could feel how ready you are.” At her side once more, he laid his hand against one enticing round cheek before curling the second flogger in the small of her back. “How does the weight of buffalo strike you, my sweet girl?”

She shuffled her hips, her back dipping in distracting rhythms, and shuddered down the length of her body. “However it wants?”

“True.” He chuckled in appreciation. She’d lingered over the buffalo on the first night he’d shown her the possibilities of impact play. Uncoiling the flogger, he kissed the dip above her buttocks as he dragged the falls away, the heavy leather sliding off her side and dangling from his grasp. “I thought you might enjoy it. Shall we see?”

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