13. Aspen #3
“Me? I thought you wanted to feel the whip?” he said even as he sat where Phoenix indicated.
“I do. You’re sitting there because I’m thirsty for something other than water,” Phoenix declared.
I immediately saw Parker’s eyes light up as Phoenix nudged him backward until he had enough space to straddle the bench in front of him, the pillow putting Parker at the perfect height for Phoenix to lean in and start licking his nipple while I pulled on my gloves, unzipped the platform boots I had on, removed them, and curled my sock-covered toes into the padding that covered the floor
“I need your safeword for this,” I declared as I slid my hand up Phoenix’s back.
“Cognac. I hate the stuff,” Phoenix grumbled.
“Right with you there,” I declared, kissing the back of his neck. “I want you to use it if you need it, but I will be touching base with you to see if you want more, less, or need me to pause so we can talk about how you’re feeling.”
“Okay, but I love the sting.”
“Fair, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.”
“With the feast I have in front of me, I plan to have a wonderful end to the evening,” Phoenix declared before latching on to Parker’s chest.
That was my cue to braid his hair and get it out of the way before I began, though I still felt the need to caution Parker.
“Make sure you keep your hands on his thighs, hips, or on the bench so I don’t wind up catching one of your fingers,” I reminded Parker as I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “And if it feels like our pup isn’t having fun, you stop me.”
“I will,” he remarked, peering up at me with solemn, serious eyes.
The tip of Parker’s tongue poked out, and I leaned over Phoenix’s shoulder to kiss him, then gripped Phoenix’s hair, tugging his head back so I could kiss him too.
“Ready?” I asked as I slowly turned him loose.
“Yes, please,” he remarked, sighing contently as he leaned in again and got comfortable, Parker’s nipple in his mouth, a look of exquisite pleasure on his face already, and we hadn’t started playing yet.
I knew the sensation of the whip striking him was going to produce a sensation for Phoenix that would be translated to Parker in the way Phoenix nursed from him, but I never expected Parker to be the one to cry out when the first strike landed on Phoenix’s shoulder.
I’d chosen a single tail tonight and quickly flicked it over the other shoulder, starting a ladder pattern that I slowly worked lower.
“Fuck that feels good!” Parker hissed before I could touch base with him and make sure I hadn’t accidentally caught him with the cracker. “He’s using his teeth and his tongue.”
Parker hissed again, groaning and gripping the cloth covering Phoenix’s thighs. Every shudder, every quiver, every ragged inhale I wrung from Phoenix was reflected on Parker’s face, until I paused, gathered Phoenix’s braid, and pressed a cool bottle of water on the back of his neck.
“Are you still green.”
“All the way green,” he remarked as he let me cup the back of his neck and help him sip. I offered some to Parker too, who looked completely blissed out, nipples engorged and leaking from all the sucking, nipping, and licking Phoenix had been doing.
“Same,” Parker groaned before taking a long drink. “He’s been using his teeth like clamps and driving me out of my mind.”
“I see your pants looking a lot tighter now than when you sat down.”
“Not that he’s been willing to do anything about that particular issue so far,” Parker grumbled.
“I’ll get there,” Phoenix assured him and giggled when Parker shot him a disgruntled look.
“I just bet you will,” Parker declared before I set the whip back in motion again.
Phoenix didn’t disappoint, nor did Parker when he threw his head back, groaning as Phoenix slid his hands into his lap and started stroking him.
We fell into a rhythm, my strikes falling with a faster cadence, Phoenix flinching, nipping, sucking and raking his teeth over Parker’s nipple, Parker groaning and shuddering.
I controlled the pleasure for both right up until the point when Parker cried out and went rigid as Phoenix continued to suck.
Phoenix’s whines and whimpers against Parker’s chest meant Parker was writhing and clinging to him, overstimulated and going out of his head with pleasure, until Phoenix pulled off, whining as my last strike caught him along the lower curve of his shoulder.
I waited as he repositioned himself, on his hands and knees this time, head on Parker’s abs, bottom up, allowing me to pull the shorts down and expose the globes of the ass I intended to redden.
With Phoenix using Parker’s body for friction and my whip cracking against his ass cheeks until they were covered with the red marks I’d left behind, he soon tumbled over the edge too, leaving me to stroke myself off all over his ass while he was still quivering.
Some of my release dropped onto Parker’s leg while Phoenix huddled against him, but as far as I was concerned, it was just another way to declare them mine.