He dug into the bag and found the vibrator, slipped it into her and quickly hooked up the straps. With the remote in his left hand, he firmly grasped the crop in his right. “Set of ten, love.”
“Ten, Sir.”
“Count.”
He nearly moaned at the sight of her hips jerking against each impact from the crop. His dick painfully throbbed as he heard the vibrator pulsing inside her. He was doing this to her.
She kept count, barely, her voice moaning by the end of the set.
He shut off the vibrator but left it inside her. He knew she hadn’t come yet and was probably as horny as he was at this point.
He bent over the bag to go for the next implement when he heard the man’s voice. “You need a little help there?”
He looked up. Baxter.
Seth glanced at Leah, noticed she’d tensed, and not in a good way. “No, we’re okay. Thanks.”
Baxter walked over, standing entirely too close to Leah. “She needs a lot more than this, you know. Kaden’s usually gone thirty on her with a singletail by this point. I could help you out. I’d love a chance to play with her.”
Seth stepped between him and Leah. “I said, no thanks.”
“She needs a firm hand. You’re barely making contact. I paddled my kids harder than you’ve used her.”
Seth fought his barely constrained rage. “Back. Off.” This guy had reproduced? Yech.
Baxter quickly stepped around him and leaned in to speak to Leah. Where the fuck is the DM?
“Leah, do you want a real Dom to take care of you—”
“Enough!” an enraged voice ordered.
Whose voice was that? Oh, man, that’s me, Seth thought.
“Get. The fuck. Away from My slave.”
Baxter looked at him. “She’s not your anything. She’s Kaden’s wife.”
Seth touched the end of the crop to Baxter’s chest and shoved him away from Leah, who silently watched the drama unfold. Seth was barely aware of raised voices and someone calling for the DM to get their ass back there.
“She is My slave,” Seth growled. He looked at her. “Leah, who is your Master?” he barked.
Stunned, she whispered, “You are, Sir.”
“Who do you obey?” he demanded.
Her voice gained strength, but she still looked wide-eyed. “I obey only You tonight, Sir,” she answered.
Baxter started to say something else when Tony and the DM returned. “What’s going on?” Tony demanded.
Seth pointed the crop at Baxter. “Keep that asshole the fuck away from My slave and out of My way.” He heard the capital letters in his voice.
Two other DMs showed up and escorted Baxter out of the building. Tony looked at Leah, then Seth. Seth knelt by Leah’s head.
“Look at me.”
She did.
“Where are we, love?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Green, Sir.”
She was his slave. He felt it in his core.
He understood.
He knew something had changed inside him. Even he could hear it in his voice. “Do you need to feel the bite?” he asked. He knew his voice sounded deeper, stronger, even though he wasn’t quite sure how or why.
She nodded. Eagerly. “Yes, Sir. I need to feel the bite.”
His intention had been to switch to the strap next. Loud, but not any more severe than the mild crop.
He rummaged through the bag, keeping an eye on her while Tony and others silently watched from the sidelines.
At the bottom of the bag, in the storage tube holding another crop, Seth found the mild, springy switch, not quite a cane. Far from the most severe in Kade’s collection but more severe than the strap or first crop he’d used. He’d planned on finishing everything out with a set of five from it after spending more time with the other implements.
Something told him they both needed it now.
Seth stepped back to her and lined up his strokes. “Set of ten, love.”
She wiggled her ass. “Ten, Sir.”
“Count them off.” He didn’t pull back and she gasped as the switch left a red stripe across her flesh.
“One, Sir,” she breathlessly whispered.
He left the vibrator off and knew she desperately wanted to feel it buzzing. He also knew Kade was helping him out a lot by including it in the night’s play. He’d seen Leah climax from play with Kade, but Kade had no problem going after her more tender areas with the whips and crops. Seth knew he was nowhere near that level of skill or confidence yet.
Maybe one day.
The thought that they would be playing like this long enough for there to be a “one day” made his dick throb even harder.
He striped her ass and thighs, her desperate squirming setting something on fire deep within him. What the hell kind of sick freak was he? Here he was, whipping his terminally ill best friend’s wife and wanting to fuck her brains out.
And he’d been told it was okay to do it!
And he wanted to do it.
At the end of the set, Leah writhed against her bonds, wiggling her nicely red ass in the air. Seth caressed her flesh, marveling at the long, striped welts, the texture and heat of them on her skin.
“Where are we, love?” he hoarsely asked.
“Green, Sir.”
He glanced at the timer—they had twenty minutes left.
He checked her hands and feet again and knelt by her head.
“Leah, look at me.”
Her eyes looked glazed under heavy lids.
“Do you need to feel the bite?”
She nodded, her eyes locked on his. “I need to feel the bite, Sir.”
“I want you to come for me, love. Do you want to come for me?”
She eagerly nodded. “I want to come for You, Sir.”
He couldn’t help it, knew it wasn’t part of their routine, but he leaned in and gently kissed her lips. “You will come for me, love.”
He returned to the end of the bench. “Set of fifty, love.”
She shuddered, but in the way he knew meant she was close to the edge. “Set of fifty, Sir.”
“Count.” He backed off the force of his swing, not enough to do more than add a mild sting. As the first stroke touched her flesh, Seth thumbed the button on the remote control, turning on the vibrator.
Her body shook, but she maintained the count.
By the time he hit ten he knew she was almost there. He stepped up the force behind his strokes, alternating his angle, covering her flesh with a fine mesh pattern of stripes, careful not to break the skin.
She came at thirteen. She came again at twenty-seven.
Then one last climax at forty-five.
Breathing heavy, he turned off the vibrator, returned the switch to the tube they carried them in, then took the vibrator out of her.
She lay, spent and limp, across the bench.
He knelt beside her and caressed her face, laying his palm along her cheek. She’d cried at some point, probably numerous times, but a slight smile caressed her face as she kissed his hand.
“How are we, love?” he whispered.
“Green, Sir,” she murmured.
He carefully untied her, gently rubbing her legs and arms. Seth held her tucked against him in his lap for a few minutes while she recovered. He kissed the top of her head, stroked his fingers down her spine, murmured soothing words to her. Then he offered her a bottle of water and told her to get dressed. He quickly put away their accessories in the duffel bag and, with instruction from the DM, wiped down the bench. As Leah dressed, Tony stepped in and nodded to Seth.
“You okay?” Tony asked.
Seth slowly buttoned his shirt. He felt drained, hornier than hell, and…
He couldn’t identify the mystery emotion now bouncing through him. It damn sure hadn’t been there when they started.