Page 63 of Turning Back

“You like that, don’t you?” Quin asks. “You like both of us inside you at the same time.”

“Yes,” Rochelle murmurs, her body twisting as we play with her. And for a second, I think she might actually come.

But Quin moves, positioning himself directly in front of her, slightly sitting on the end of the high bed. “Put your knees on the bed,” he says, holding her hips so she can obey.

She straddles his legs, one knee on each side of his thighs. The relief on her wrists has to be immense, so I wonder what Quin is up to since I know he really does want to punish her. He wraps his arms around her waist and holds her close to his chest. Rochelle’s head rests on Quin’s shoulder, her arms ring around his neck in a hug—as much as she can manage with her wrists still tied to the bar.

Oh, that’s an amateur mistake. I practically grin at Quin when our eyes meet.

When he nods I smack her ass so hard, my hand stings.

Rochelle yells in surprise, but Quin is there, holding his hand tightly over her mouth. “Shhh,” he says. “You have to take it quietly.”

I smack her again and this time she huffs into Quin’s hand, then starts to breathe heavy through her nose. Her chest is rising and falling, like she can’t get enough air and needs to take deep breaths.

Quin removes his hand, lets her inhale, then replaces it, just as I strike her a third time.

Her ass is already bright red. Hell, my hand is stinging. But Quin’s other hand is still between her legs, stroking her. Making it better. I slap her once more and this time her whole body writhes.

But I know just how to ease her back down. I rub the heat radiating out from her ass cheeks as Quin kisses her. Fisting her hair. He hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her towards him, making her ass stick out and beg me to keep going.

I smack her three times in quick succession, until she’s straining on the rope, trying to get away. Trying to get closer to Quin and farther from me.

Her wrists are already red and scratched, so I reach up with both hands and quickly untie her, setting her free.

Quin leans back on the bed, just as Rochelle collapses on top of his chest. I lift her hips up, find Quin’s hard cock, wrap my hand around it, and slip it up to her wet opening. She eases down on top of him, burying his dick inside her pussy.

Fuck. All three of us moan.

Quin grabs the hair on either side of her face and pulls her into him. They kiss like they’ve never tasted lips before. Sloppy and wet. Tongues searching and probing.

I smack Rochelle again, and this time she sobs. “I’m sorry,” she says. But Quin holds her tighter, uninterested in her apology. He just claims her mouth in the kiss and stifles her crying.

Her ass is so red and hot. She will be sore when she sits down tomorrow. My own dick is hard just thinking about it. I might have to drop by for lunch just to see how she handles it.

When I look at Quin to see if we’re done, he pulls away from the kiss and says, “You have five more, Rochelle. Five more and I’ll forgive you. We can start fresh. Do you want to stop? Or keep going?”

“Keep going,” she whimpers.

Quin smiles and says, “Use your belt,” as he looks me in the eye.

I open my mouth to protest, but then stop.

She will let me do it. And he does want it. Needs it, probably. And if Quin said this is it, then this is it. He will forgive her and we can start over.

And don’t we all want that?

I unbuckle my belt. Rochelle looks over her shoulder, eyes on my hands as I pull it through my belt loops. The sound of leather passing across fabric echoes up into the high ceilings.

I fold the belt in half, holding onto the buckle, and then I bring it down on her skin, smacking the same place I did before.

She cries and begins to count. Quin kisses her, holding her head so she has to look him in the eyes.

When we get to five, it’s over.

Quin unties her wrists, massages the red scratches, and pulls her fully into his lap, his arms around her tight, his cock still inside her. She hugs him back, burying her face into his neck as I drop the belt and massage her ass cheek.

The last five spankings were cathartic. I didn’t hit her hard and she knows it. Quin knows it too.