Page 131 of Thorn Kiss
June reeled back for a second, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he hauled her into his lap and turned her over, draping her over his knees. His arm went under her breasts, giving her more support.
“Madi, in my closet there’s a leather flogger.”
“Oh god,” June rasped. “Please. I’ve never been flogged before.”
“I’ve never used one . . .” I trailed off.
“That’s okay. Will you grab it for us? I’ll show you how.”
I nodded and went to his closet. I slid the door open and flipped the light on, peering inside.
Wow.
He didn’t just have floggers.
“Dallas,” I rasped. “You’ve been hiding so much in here.”
“I may or may not have a bad spending habit.”
It definitely wasn’t bad. Actually, I thought this was the best spending habit I’d ever seen. It was what I’d expect to see in a mechanic’s garage—a grid wall full of tools. Except instead of tools, there were nice leather floggers, paddles, a couple collars, a riding crop, a spreader bar.
“Can I pick out other things too?” I called.
“Of course.”
Thank god. I picked up one of the leather floggers and decided on—fuck it.A collar. I’d never worn a collar before but this one was just too nice to not at leasttry.
I carried my bounty back to the bed. Dallas had June still draped over his thighs, but his hand was between her legs, wet sounds filling the room as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her. She groaned, bucking against him as he teased her.
“I want a taste,” I rasped.
He pulled his fingers free as I dropped everything next to him and went to my knees again. I gasped as he pushed the fingers that had just been inside her past my lips, holding my gaze as I sucked like they were a lollipop, savoring her flavor.
Dallas’s nostrils flared. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “That was hot.”
I smirked as I licked my lips, curious what he’d do next. My gaze slid to June. “She’s being so obedient.”
“Fuck you,” she mumbled warmly.
I chuckled as I inched closer, running my palm up the back of her thigh. I cupped her ass cheek as Dallas picked up the leather collar and swept my hair back.
“Did you want to wear this?” he asked.
“Yes. I never have before.”
The black leather was buttery soft against my neck. He clasped it carefully then looped his finger in the silver ring in the middle, tugging until my mouth met his.
He released me. My head spun as I sat back, dazed as he picked up the flogger next.
“Warm her ass up,” Dallas said. “Spank her lightly, get her cheeks warm.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I leaned toward June’s face and she turned, kissing me hard before I refocused on doing as he asked. I slapped each cheek a few times with my palm, working up the intensity, and sinking into a rhythm that just felt right. Occasionally Dallas would tilt his head and smile at me, and every time I caught him looking—I could have sworn that we were at the center of this man’s universe.
“Good,” he murmured. “You’re both doing so well. How are you feeling, junebug?”
“Really good,” she whispered. “Really, really good.”
