I was curious to see how it would work.
“Are you ready, pup?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” I said loudly in response.
“And you, sub?”
“Yes, Master Parker.”
“Then let’s have some fun, shall we?”
I continued to watch Addison’s face as she glanced around. We had drawn quite the crowd, but they’d gone silent, so the only sound was that of music thumping through the sound system in time with my labored breaths and hers.
When the flogger landed on my back for the first time, it was a gentle thud against my skin. Based on my experience, Mr. Parker would take his time warming up, ensuring he was in the right mindset to maintain his control and achieve his objective. Which, I figured, was ultimately to make us come just like this, face-to-face.
The flogger made several soft landings over my upper back, my ass, then the backs of my thighs before he moved around behind Addison. From my viewpoint, I could watch as he did the same to her, admiring that sweet ass in the mirror.
Addison’s sharp intake of breath had my eyes instantly slamming into her face. I fully expected something like pain to be etched across her features, but that certainly wasn’t the case. Her eyes were glazed and I could tell even the minimal stroke of the flogger was turning her on.
Without a word, Addison’s fingers twined with mine. There was a strange pull somewhere in my chest as she held on to me. The small action seemed to tether us to the moment, bringing us even closer together in every sense.
For the next several minutes, Mr. Parker continued to warm up, the thud of the flogger getting heavier, the bite intensifying. It was doing its job, making my mind fuzzy as I allowed the sensations to take over.
With my eyes locked with Addison’s, it was as though we were in our own little world. When Mr. Parker moved around behind her, I would drift back down, anticipating my turn again but content to watch as Mr. Parker brought her pleasure with every drop of the tails against her skin.
Then Mr. Parker threw another wrench into the works when he produced another flogger.
“This should do the trick,” he said confidently.
And then it happened.
The rhythmic thud increased as he used one flogger on me, the other on Addison. He was meticulous with his rhythmic movements, accurately hitting the exact spot he was aiming for every time. And it worked as it was supposed to. Within minutes, I was flying and I suspected Addison was, too, because she leaned into me, soft moans escaping her each time the flogger made impact.
“Color, sub?” Mr. Parker insisted.
“Green,” Addison mumbled.
“Color, pup?”
“Green, Mr. Parker.” So fucking green.
Several more minutes passed and I fought the urge to drift off, wanting to watch Addison, desperate to see the moment she completely let herself go. It meant more to me than anything, far more than my own orgasm.
“So close,” she moaned, her body jerking.
“Tell me when you come, sub,” Mr. Parker commanded. “I want to hear you.”
Mr. Parker must’ve realized that I was holding back, because he increased the movements until I couldn’t ignore them any longer. Once more, I drifted off, my fingers curled around Addison’s as subspace took me completely. My body was rock hard, my skin tight as pleasure consumed me. It was intensified tenfold because Addison was pressed up against me.
The rhythmic sound of the floggers lured me to that perfect spot once again, but the sweet bite of pain and Addison’s evident pleasure bound me to the present.
“Oh, God! I’m…” Addison cried out, her body pressing hard against mine as she came, triggering my own orgasm. The warmth of my seed spread over my skin and hers, trapped between us.
A smile transformed her face as she went limp.
Since I was restrained and unable to hold her, I kept her fingers grasped in mine.
“So fucking beautiful,” Mr. Parker declared, his eyes meeting mine as he dropped the floggers to the floor and reached for my cuffs. I could see the heat there, the need.
“Just a moment, precious girl,” I whispered as Mr. Parker quickly worked to release me from the chains above.
Once my arms came down, I held Addison’s small body, despite the fact her cuffs were still attached to mine.
“You called me precious,” she murmured.
I had.
“That was rather impressive,” Mr. Parker said as he knelt down and unhooked the cuffs from the eyebolts in the floor. “Why don’t you take her to an aftercare room while I clean up. Then I’ll join you both.”
“I’ll clean up for you, Master Parker,” one of the submissives offered.
“Thank you, Tiffany,” Mr. Parker said, seemingly pleased that he wouldn’t have to leave us alone. I knew he preferred to handle my aftercare personally, and I assumed he felt the same about Addison.
