Page 25 of His Own Heaven

“No promises.” She grinned, then opened her mouth wide.

Charlie smirked. “Cheeky.”

As soon as the head of his cock hit her tongue, the second blow of the riding crop hit its mark, and the most delicious burn began to spread over her flesh.

Lucy’s cries were muffled, but each thwack of the leather against her body made her jerk forwards, lodging more of Charlie’s cock in her mouth. She whimpered, Charlie moaned, and Toby smoothed his big hand over the welts on her arse, making her shiver under his gentle caress. His calluses stood out more sharply against the overstimulated flesh, and she wondered what they’d feel like when he cupped her breasts and rubbed them against her piercings. Something else he had yet to do.

It was almost like he knew where she wanted him to touch her most and was deliberately avoiding those places. As if he knew denying her his touch would drive her nuts and make her crave him more. Which as an experienced Dom—and Lucy no longer doubted that Toby was experienced—he would know.

Sneaky bastard.

He wastryingto make her beg!

And he was bloody close to succeeding.

Normally she’d try to fight it, might even be a brat about it and push Toby’s buttons, earn a little extra punishment, but it had taken her too long to figure out his plan, and she was beyond primed.

Lucy was ready to explode.

Chapter Nine

When the fourth blow landed, Lucy was so close to coming she wanted to cry. Her elbows buckled, and Charlie’s cock slipped from her mouth as her upper half collapsed against the bed. Her nipples grazed the bedding and she moaned loudly, the friction a delicious buzz of sensation that made her breasts tingle and tighten.

“Up,” Toby snapped. “Hold your position until I tell you otherwise.”

Arms shaking under the strain of her own weight, Lucy groaned but did as she was told. “Yes, Sir.”

As soon as she was in position again, the fifth and final blow scorched across her flesh. Lucy cried out even as her mind slipped sideways. That was the only way she knew how to describe the sensation.

Subspace.

It was an amazing state of consciousness where she felt so calm, so languid, yet so… blissful. And the fact she felt it here and now told her more than she could have hoped for. Her mouth hung open and her eyelids shuttered. Her thighs clenched and her body quivered.

So close….

“Holy shit!” Charlie breathed.

“What?”

Cupping her chin, he lifted her face, but Lucy was too buzzed to notice him. “I think she’s gunna come. You haven’t even fucked her yet and I think she’s gunna come.”

Two big hands gripped her hips, a sizeable cock nestled against her arse, and a warm body pressed against her back. “Are you going to come for me, baby?” Toby murmured, his warm breath tickling the scar that curved around the shell of her ear. “If I touch you like this—”

He slid one hand between her legs, stroked his finger through her slick cunt and over her clit, and anything else he might have said was lost as Lucy’s orgasm exploded into being, obliterating her high by taking her even higher.

Her whole body shook as she splintered apart. Her fingers curled into the bedding, and her limbs trembled with the effort of holding herself up as Toby had commanded. He touched her with such a sure, steady hand, rubbed her clit with an exacting motion that made her eyelids flutter and her mouth fall open to emit a sound she wasn’t even certain was human.

It felt so fucking good, as though every nerve ending in her body had sprung to attention all at once to salute their new master. And she was helpless to stop them. Not that she wanted to because—

“Oh my God!” she screamed as another ripple of ecstasy spread through her, making her back bow and her thighs clench around Toby’s hand, making him chuckle behind her.

Wet, open-mouthed kisses rained down on her, following the length of her spine. Warm, strong hands grazed her sides and down her legs, latched onto her ankles and flipped her over, and then there he was, looming over her spent body.

Toby. Sir. His expression stoic, his gaze ever watchful as he glanced down her body and back again.

Lucy smiled at him, happy and content as her orgasm faded and a deep, languorous feeling stole over her.

But they weren’t finished yet.

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