Page 46 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

I chuckle. “Don’t worry,bro. I have ideas on how we can both make it better for her.”

With a wink, I move to her back with the flogger, letting the long ends tickle her skin until she’s squirming. Then, I pull back and land a soft hit right in the middle of her spine.

She arches into it with a moan, squeezing her ass. I move down with the next hit, landing a little harder on her perky cheeks.

“More,” she begs. I give her another and another, working the flogger until pink stripes line her back and ass entirely.

I toss the flogger on the floor and go to her. Sweat is coating her face, making her glisten. It’s so filthy hot I have to lean over and lick her cheek.

“Your sweat tastes like sex, baby.”

She bats her lashes at me, causing me to bite my knuckle at the sheer need that’s consuming her.

“How am I already so addicted to you and I haven’t even fucked you yet?”

“Maybe you should do something about that then, old man.”

My nostrils flare at her taunt. She’s not a full-on brat by any means, but I grab the whip at the sound of her attitude.

“Not until you’ve taken it all.” I transition onto the bed between her legs. “Push that reddened ass in the air for me and spread those legs.”

I can see Arrow tense in my peripheral, so I look back at him and wink. She wants this, he just needs to see it to understand.

“You good?” He gives a curt nod, so I turn my attention back to our girl.

“You’re going to regret calling me old, my unicorn.” I rub the whip between her legs, then use the tip to rub over her swollen clit. It’s a beautiful sight as she tries to ride the little bit of friction I give her, right before I pull back.

“Dang it, Havoc. Give it to me already.”

I chuckle as she whines for more. Watching her beg is even better than I imagined.

“I think you deserve a punishment for calling me old, my sweet girl.”

“Then give it to me so I can finally feel you inside me.”

Her begging and desperation to please is almost enough to make up for her comment about me being an old man. But I have a strong feeling she wants to see what I can dish out. Since I’ve nearly perfected the art of pain and torture, it’s easy to see she can take more, so I use the whip to bring a firm smack to her clit.

She jumps, not expecting the impact, but I can visibly see her grow even wetter. She is quite literally dripping on the bed.

“Is she a squirter?” I ask Arrow, bringing him in a bit so that he doesn’t fall into a bad headspace while I test Laney’s limits.

I know I made the right decision when he seems to snap out of a daze. He lifts one lip in a smirk.

“If you know how to make her, she can be.”

I slap Laney's clit again with the whip, and she lets out a cry of ecstasy.

“Why don’t you get over here and show me how, then use her cum to jack off while I fuck her?”

His eyes dart between Laney and me. After a minute, he moves over to the bed. Laney’s hair is still in the braid I did for her, but her bangs have fallen into her face. He moves them to the side and kisses her forehead.

“You ready to show him just what I can do to you, Kitten?” he whispers in her ear, loud enough for us both to hear.

“Yes, please. I need to come.”

I land one more strike to her clit before Arrow intervenes. He shifts onto his knees next to her while I stay between her legs and his hand cups her core.

“Can you see how much she likes the pain?” I ask him. He pulls his fingers back to find them glistening. “Might not even need to make her squirt. You could jack off right now with everything she’s already given me.”

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