Free Three-way Tie by Sierra Cartwright Page A

from sex, but Master Rafael had been firm in his refusal.
    As Master Eric loaded the dishwasher, Master Rafael splashed a small amount of Cabernet into her glass.
    He leant back, his hips propped against the granite countertop. “I want to talk about last night’s experience.”
    It seemed to her they spent a lot of time talking.
    “Last night, you started to slip into subspace. It’s possible to get there without your Dom being deliberate, but it’s much easier if you’re both working towards the same goal.”
    She nodded and took a sip of the excellent wine.
    “How did the flogger work for you?”
    “I liked the way it hit me in so many places at once. I liked the way it felt, Sir.”
    “And the intensity of the blows…how was that?”
    “I liked it. I could have taken more, Sir. I wanted more.”
    He nodded. “It’s not necessarily about taking more. It’s not a matter of the honour of being able to take a harsh beating; it’s about receiving the right amount of stimulation.”
    She rolled the stem of the glass between her palms. “I wanted to continue yesterday, Sir. I’m afraid I was a little annoyed when you started talking.”
    “If a bottom is truly in subspace they’re often no longer conscious of pain. I wanted to know where you were. As it was, I beat you for more than ten minutes.”
    Was he serious?
      “In my judgement you’d had enough. At least until we had a chance to discuss it and I saw how you processed the psychological aspects. It’s my obligation to end a scene if I have any concerns.”
    She nodded.
    “There will be no shame if you don’t achieve subspace tonight. We can try again tomorrow. Now put down the wineglass. You’ve got five minutes.”
    She took the opportunity to freshen up in the master bathroom. She took dozens of deep breaths. Her senses were heightened and anticipation churned through her.

    Both men were already in the playroom when she arrived.
    “Clamp her tits before securing her to the cross,” Master Rafael instructed.
    Maybe she should learn to be careful what she asked for.
    Master Eric grabbed a pair of clovers and attached them to her already sore nipples.
    She bit out a curse.
    In retribution, he tugged on the chain. He was every bit as beastly as Master Rafael. If she forgot it, he painfully reminded her.
    She definitely had to be careful what she asked for.
    Master Eric secured her in place while Master Rafael selected a flogger.
    “These strands are a little thinner than the ones we used last night. If it’s too much, tell me, but I suspect you’ll like it better,” Master Rafael said. “Yes, Sir.” She wanted him to get on with it. Her nipples ached and the butterflies were working overtime.
    Master Eric took his position where he could look at her. He really did have eyes she could drown in.
    Master Rafael massaged her neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes, focusing on anything but the nagging pain in her nipples.
    He continued, moving lower to vigorously rub her buttocks.
    It was almost enough to make her forget the clamps.
    He lightly used the flogger on her shoulders, her back, her rear.
    “Yes,” she said.
    Master Rafael increased the pressure slightly and rained the blows a little faster.
    He was right that this flogger stung more—making her skin dance—and he was also right that she preferred it.
    Master Eric gave a gentle tug on her chain. She moaned her approval.
    Her back and buttocks burned from the beating, and she was enjoying the sensations. Her body seemed to move in symphony with his lashing.
    She was suddenly glad he’d made her talk so damn much. She knew what to expect, knew he wouldn’t hurt her, knew that two men were watching her every reaction.
    She was aware of the room, of the scent of Master Rafael as he stood behind her, the way Master Eric stood watchfully in front of her, the way the clamps seared, making the flogging all that more appealing.
    She relaxed completely, allowing the bindings to support