Chapter Eight
Zaine
When they got to the room, Zaine pulled Sorcha into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her before he handed her off to Finley, who claimed her lips as well.
“I want you naked, Angel,” Zaine growled.
Sorcha stepped away from them both and started stripping, taking her time so they could enjoy it.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Sweetheart,” Finley growled.
Zaine held a hand out to her and she took it. He led her over to the bed, took her other hand in his, and put them both on the post. “Don't move unless I tell you to. Usually, we'd have a safeword, but since this is our first time playing, we're going to use the stoplight system. Green means everything is good to go, yellow means we need to pause and talk before continuing, and red means full stop. Do you understand, Angel?” When she nodded he lightly swatted her ass. “I need your words, Angel.”
“Yes Sir, I understand,” she replied.
“Good girl.” He went to where he'd put the bag from the shop and took out the flogger. He carried it over to her, adjusted her so her legs were spread a bit, and then trailed the flogger over her skin. He kissed between her shoulder blades then stepped back. He started with light swats on her back, ass, and upper thighs to warm her up and get her used to it. Soon he was hitting her harder and faster, watching her for signs of distress. “What color, Angel?” he asked.
“Green. Definitely green,” she replied.
He slid a hand down to her folds and groaned. “So fucking wet,” he said and slid his fingers through her wet folds. Then he lifted them to her mouth. “Taste yourself,” he ordered.
Her tongue flicked out and she licked his fingers clean.
“That is so fucking hot,” Finley groaned from the bed where he lay in just his boxer briefs while Zaine growled, “Good girl.”
Then Zaine went back to flogging her. When her head dropped, he moved to her and leaned down to look her in the eye. Her eyes were glazed, and he grinned. “How are you feeling Angel?”
“Floaty,” she replied breathily.
“That's our girl. You're in subspace,” he told her. “Let's get you on the bed and I'll get you some water,” he told her.
He helped her onto the bed where she curled against Finley, then went and got a glass of water. “Take small sips,” he told her, handing it to her.
“I had no idea subspace could feel so good,” she murmured.
“Well, now you do, and I will happily oblige you any time you want to feel it,” he promised.
“Mm, I like the sound of that,” she said, finishing her water.
“Eat this,” he said, giving her some chocolate. “Good girl,” he said when she did as told. He fed her bits of chocolate until it was all gone, then he settled next to her.
“Not that I'm complaining, but what was with the water and chocolate?” Sorcha asked.
“Your ex didn't give you aftercare?” Zaine asked. When she shook her head he growled. “What an asshole,” he said. “Aftercare is important,” Zaine told her and caressed her.
Sorcha dozed off in his arms, and Finley curled around her. They stayed like that for hours, before Sorcha woke up.
Smiling up at Zaine, Sorcha turned and kissed him. “Tie me up and have your way with me,” she purred.
“Who are we to deny our girl what she wants?” Finley growled.
“Indeed. Now that our girl has rested, and is no longer in subspace, she’s in the proper headspace to make decisions. Lay down and spread your arms and legs,” Zaine ordered.
Sorcha did as told and Zaine trailed a hand down her body. “Such a good fucking girl,” he said and slid a finger into her. “So wet and ready to be fucked.” He withdrew his finger and sucked it clean. Then he made quick work of tying her up. Last was the blindfold. “Remember, if you need to stop—”
“I know, red,” she replied.
Zaine went to the ice bucket and took out two pieces of ice. He handed one to Finley then moved to the bed. Once there, he traced her left nipple, making it pucker. Finley did the same on her right nipple. Then they lowered their heads and gently bit her nipples.
Sorcha gasped and arched as much as her bonds would allow.
Zaine trailed the ice down to her pussy and traced her heated flesh.
“Ohh,” she whimpered.
When that piece of ice melted, they got another and continued teasing her with it. Zaine gently pressed the ice cube into her and smirked at the way she jerked. He loved watching her try to squirm.
When Finley moved between her thighs, Zaine leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. He was going to savor every single second.
Finley
Finley parted her folds and flicked his tongue over her heated flesh. He groaned at her taste and eased two fingers into her. He curled them to get to her G-spot and stroked it. He moved his lips to her clit and suckled it. He could feel her quivering and knew she was close. “Come for me, Sweetheart,” he told her and gently bit her clit at the same time Zaine bit her nipple.
Sorcha cried out with her orgasm and Finley lapped up every drop of her release. “I need to be inside you,” he told her.
“Oh yes, please fuck me,” she panted.
He sheathed himself in the condom Zaine handed him, and thrust into her, filling her in one go. He set a fast pace, chasing his own release, and when he knew she was close he slid a hand between them and thumbed her clit.
Sorcha gripped the bonds around her wrists and cried out as she came again.
Her inner walls clenching around him was all Finley needed to drag him over with her. He leaned down and kissed her, then rolled off to take care of the condom.
Zaine was there when Finley moved. “I can't be gentle,” he told her.
“Then don't be,” she told him.
Finley stretched out beside her while Zaine pistoned in and out of her.
“You're going to come for me, Angel,” Zaine ordered and stroked her clit.
“I can't,” she panted.
“You can, and you will,” he told her, as he continued stroking her clit.
Sorcha screamed with her sudden release and it was followed by Zaine's roar.
Once Zaine took care of his condom, he and Finley untied Sorcha, who curled against Zaine.
“Oh my gods, that was intense,” she panted.
“It was. You were such a good girl for us,” Zaine told her.
Finley kissed the back of her neck. “Zaine's right, you were a very good girl.” He watched her preen at their praise. Then she yawned.
“I think we wore our girl out,” Zaine said with a chuckle.
“I think you're right,” Finley agreed. “Sleep Sweetheart, we'll be right here when you wake up.”
“We do have an early day,” she mumbled sleepily.
“I've got the alarm set for six,” Zaine promised her.
“M'kay,” she mumbled.
Finley lay there watching her fall asleep. Zaine soon followed her. “I'm falling in love with you, Sweetheart,” he whispered in the darkness. Then he let sleep claim him.