Page 55 of Sherwood
Because I still had Marian pressed tight to me, I could feel her respond to Lox’s kiss, feel the way she swayed on her feet like kneeling was already on her mind, and my erection swelled even more against her, an ache gripping me deep in the balls.
“Jealous, Rafe?” Lox murmured, not lifting her mouth from Marian’s to ask.
“Entirely so,” I said, not letting go of Marian’s jaw, but using the hand I had wrapped around her waist to hike up her dress. “Want to incite my jealousy even more?”
“I live to provoke you, as you well know,” said Lox.
“Then do something about this,” I invited my fellow dominant, and Lox looked over Marian’s shoulder to see the pert, knickers-less bottom there.
“Marian, you’re not wearing anything under your dress,” Lox said dangerously.
“I knew you were coming today,” Marian breathed. Her pupils had dilated nearly to the edges of her irises; she looked drunk on kisses alone. “I’ve been lonely without you two.”
“We’ve been lonely without you,” I said, and Lox nodded, although her eyes seemed to be narrowing in thought, as if she were hatching one of her plans.
“We have to have you now,” Lox said to Marian. Her hand had roamed down to Marian’s backside, and her other hand was inside Marian’s bodice, plundering the soft flesh she found there. “Red means stop. Sayyesif you understand.”
“Yes, Lox.”
Lox pushed away from Marian and strode into the main living space, which stretched into a bright, open kitchen with a large island.
“Bend her over the island,” Lox ordered, already hunting through the room, as if looking for something. I couldn’t see anything but computer parts waiting to be assembled, monitors and cords and—
And cable ties.
Lox fisted a bundle of cable ties and walked toward the kitchen as I hauled Marian over my shoulder and carried her to the island. Her bare feet kicked up in the air before I dropped her down, spun her to face the island, and then bent her over it as Lox had asked.
“Please,” Marian moaned as Lox shoved her skirt up around her waist. “Please.”
“Pleasewhat?” Lox said impassively. She ran a hand up Marian’s thigh and then swatted her on the ass. “Seems to me that you’re not in a position to be begging for anything.”
“Kick her legs apart,” I said. “See if she’s wet.”
Lox nudged Marian’s bare feet apart, and I nearly groaned when I saw Marian’s tight pink opening. She was more than wet—she was glistening and ready.
Lox pushed two fingers inside, and Marian arched, squirming, panting.
“Hold her,” Lox said, and it was an order I was happy to obey. I walked to the side of the island and found Marian’s wrists, pinning them to the marble as Lox probed inside her cunt. “So sweet inside here,” she murmured to Marian. She pulled her fingers free and sucked them clean. “Tastes sweet too.”
Marian whimpered, trying to squirm for more, but I had her secured against the marble too well. She was up on the balls of her feet, her hips flush to the edge of the counter, and with her arms stretched out in front of her and then pinned under my hand, the only thing she could move was her head.
“Needy,” Lox observed. “Far too needy.”
She took the cable ties in her hand and ran the stiff plastic tips up Marian’s seam, making a disapproving noise at the way Marian bucked against them.
“We’ll have to do something about it, I think,” Lox said. “She needs reminding that sluts don’t get to come until they’ve earned it.”
“Spare the rod…” I said sagely, and with a fast and wicked grin, Lox brought up her hand and then whipped the cable ties across Marian’s pert bottom. The cable ties weren’t as long as the falls on a flogger, but they were long enough to have some give to them as they struck unsuspecting skin. Judging from the way Marian shivered, they must have felt much the same as a flogger, where the pain started slow and warm and itchy, and then slowly built and built as the strikes kept coming.
Lox snapped the ties against Marian’s ass again, and the plastic made a bright, sharp sound as it bit into the skin. Again, she shivered, but she didn’t jolt, or moan, or strain against where I held her wrists down. I lifted an eyebrow at Lox, who nodded back at me. She placed a hand over Marian’s tailbone, eyed Marian like a painter eying a canvas, and then came down on exactly the same spot, harder than before.
Marian sucked in a breath, and before she could finish releasing it, Lox was switching her again, and again, and again. She paused only to move to Marian’s other cheek, or to move down to Marian’s thighs, and she kept her rhythm fast and even, not bothering to lull her submissive into relaxing, the way we usually would with impact play. It seemed she had the singular goal of cable-tying Marian’s pretty bottom until it glowed pink and hot, and within a few minutes, she had her wish. My arms were long enough that I could hold Marian’s wrists and still catch a glimpse of her backside, and the sight was enough to make my cock surge: swatches of deep pink, the color of the fireweed outside, textured with thin, narrow welts. And Lox wielded those cable ties like a master at work, her aim true and her force perfect, because now Marian was wholly lost to the feeling of Lox’s punishment, her head rolling on the counter and her whimpers echoing against the marble. She pulled against my restraining hand and her feet kicked up over and over, until Lox trapped one leg with her own and merely dodged the other foot whenever it flew up to protect her now-beleaguered ass.
“Rafe,” Marian panted. “Sir.”
“Yes, sweet one?” I looked down at her, so beautiful like this, stretched over the counter and receiving her punishment, and it struck me that I rarely got to see this with a submissive. Usually, I would be in Lox’s position, delivering the pain and pleasure, calibrating the strikes as I measured a submissive’s reaction. I would be setting the scene, the pace, holding space for all of it and for ourselves, and while it was the singular craving of my soul to play like this, I couldn’t deny that I sometimes wished I could havemore, see more and feel more. To have the pleasure of seeing a sub’s mouth fall open with bliss, of fully seeing their flinches and rolls and archings.
And now I could. I could see all of Marian’s reactions and hear all her noises and get to feel the struggle against my grip as she pulled this way and that, trying to escape Lox’s cable-tie-enabled sadism. And I loved it so much, I lovedMarianso much, and I loved Lox, and that was another gift too, being able to see Lox at work with a submissive. See her when the power was able to flicker and flare from her in a bright, dancing burn, when we weren’t so busy trying to swallow each other whole that we lost the chance to savor the taste.
