Free Pleasing Her Racy Doms [Racy Nights 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tara Rose Page B

Sir.”
    “And to keep things simple for you, I’m going to give you two safewords. You will use ‘yellow’ if you are afraid of something, or unsure about something, or if you need us to reposition you. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You will use ‘red’ to mean that you want us to stop immediately, whatever the reason, no questions asked. Is that agreeable?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Both men moved behind her. She tried to twist around to see what they were doing and met Thayer’s stern gaze. “If you do that again I will use the neck collar, Cherilyn. Face forward and eyes on the floor.” He gave her left ass cheek a hard smack, and even though it was through the dress, she flinched. “Understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    One of them lifted her dress, and she bit her lip, though whether from arousal or anticipation, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was a combination of both? “This is nice.” Evan’s voice washed over her, deep and smooth. “Her ass cheeks are exposed, and look, a zipper.”
    “Oh, very nice,” said Thayer, brushing his fingers along the zipper in front, and curving them around to her ass crack. “We’re pleased, Cherilyn.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    They left her dress up and began to massage her ass cheeks, slapping them every few seconds. It felt like they were both touching her and spanking her, and that only added to her arousal. She had wondered if being in public with them would inhibit her ability to enjoy anything sexual, but she’d been wrong. The sounds around her fed her excitement rather than hindered it. She was one with the others in the room, experiencing something special, erotic, and raw.
    Gradually, their spankings became more intense, and soon she had a nice burn going. She heard the whistle of the flogger a split second before the first strike landed on both ass cheeks at once, forcing a loud yell from her. Thayer hadn’t been kidding. While it was a stinging sensation similar to a hand or the resistance bands, it was also far more biting. This wasn’t playtime. This was serious shit.
    Evan came into her line of vision on the right side and slightly in front, and then knelt down so that she could see his face. “You’re doing fine,” he said gently. “Remember to use a safeword if you need do. We won’t be upset.”
    She could only nod as another three strikes landed on her ass in quick succession. All the times she’d watched and admired Thayer doing one-arm push-ups or chest presses came flooding back to her. Surely those impressive muscles were part of the reason this hurt so fucking much.
    Evan reached underneath and brushed his hands across her breasts. His touch sent another wave of desire straight to her soaking wet pussy. “I love this dress,” he said, “but next time wear something where we can get to your breasts easier, okay?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
    He gently pulled the dress down over her breasts until they hung free, and then he took them in his hands and began to tease her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers while Thayer kept up his torture on her ass cheeks. The exquisite combination of pain and pleasure sent her mind reeling, and soon she felt as though she was floating above the scene, watching, but she could still feel everything.
    Her senses seemed to be in hyper mode. The cries around her filled her head, and she was aware of the minutest things. The scent of Thayer’s cologne, the way Evan’s left thumb had more of a tiny callus on it than his right one, and the way each strike of the flogger built on the last, until her ass cheeks were on fire. Her pussy was soaked, and she hoped her juices wouldn’t ruin her new thong.
    When Thayer finally stopped, Cherilyn’s hair hung in her face, damp and limp. Evan kissed her gently, placed a bottle of water to her lips, and told her to drink slowly. She did, and then thanked him. A wide grin spread over his face as he moved the toy bag below her, into her line of vision. He