Free Pink Buttercream Frosting by Lissa Matthews

coming off her. She was wet, too. He didn’t have to touch her to know that between her legs she was soaking, fucking wet.
    Another round of flogger meeting flesh commenced. Her back arched into the tails and her fingers curled into fists. Her lips thinned, compressed together, but she didn’t cry out. Thor’s wrist twisted in a side-to-side motion that brought the flogger down in a swish across her shoulders and back, ass and thighs in a constant barrage. She wiggled against the cross, tugged at her bindings and when Thor rubbed her back, massaged the tension from her muscles, she calmed instantly.
    She smiled when Thor whispered something against her hair and she slowly opened her eyes. Aidn stepped closer and it took less than a second for the haze to clear. Bingo.
    Bailey’s eyes widened. Inside those bright green orbs he spied fear, embarrassment…lust. But it was the fear that pulled him. What did she fear? Him? No, he was fairly certain of that. What then? Fear of being vulnerable with him there? If that were the case, he didn’t blame her. While their last meeting a few days ago clearly gave the impression that nothing could continue between them, something about seeing her bound, helpless, teetering on the edge of bliss, brought it all home to him. She was his match. It was something he’d sensed in her long before their meeting on the sidewalk. She had that innate submissive need that answered his dominant urges. She wasn’t quick to join the fray, she wasn’t interested in one-time play with anyone and everyone. She was the challenge he wanted, the submissive for him. Plain and simple. He was just going to have to suck it up and face it head-on.
    His dick was hard, his heart was thumping and there was an irrational knot twisting inside his soul, driving him to mark her as his own. How could she dare to take her shirt off in so public a place and put herself in so vulnerable a position as to be cuffed for a flogging? At the same time, he’d never seen a more beautiful sight as her giving over and letting go.
    “Get her down,” Aidn bit out through barely moving lips, not bothering to glance at Thor.
    “Aidn. I—”
    Thor interrupted her, concern lacing his voice. “Are you okay, girl?”
    “Yes, just do as he says, please.”
    “Sure.”
    There was hesitation in his voice, and reluctance in his movements, but Thor slid his hands up her arms to her wrists and unsnapped the leather cuffs. Regret nudged at Aidn for the way he’d spoken to the other man, but he couldn’t let it influence him or his actions. Thor wouldn’t challenge him. People were starting to stare and whisper, and while he should care, he didn’t. All he cared about was Bailey. She was beautiful up on that cross, beautiful all flushed and dreamy, beautiful and all his.
    Aidn’s tone of voice brooked no argument and he made sure that his eyes communicated that to Thor.
    Thor was a smart man, hooked Bailey’s bra around her back and started to help her down, but Aidn stepped in, taking her arm in a firm hold.
    “Aidn, I didn’t know…” Thor started to say.
    “She didn’t either. She will before the night’s over, though. And, Thor? You’re still one of the best with tails. It’s beautiful on her. Thank you. Let’s go, Bailey.”
    “Aidn, please, she said.“Bailey?”
    “Is she your friend?” Aidn asked, nodding in the other woman’s direction.
    “Yes, she is. Her name is Jen.”
    Aidn held out his hand to the small fireball that looked ready to kill him. “I’m Aidn. She needs her shirt back.”
    “Excuse me?” Venom dripped from her lips and he had to smile at that. “I’m not letting her go anywhere with you.”
    “You don’t have a say in this.”
    “Who the hell do you think you are? Bailey, are you really going to go with him?”
    “It’s okay, Jen. He’ll take me home.”
    “Yes, I will. She’ll call you tomorrow. The shirt, please.” The girl reluctantly handed the shirt over, still glaring