Page 78 of Their Cruel Love
A bruise that shows teeth marks is visible on one cheek.
“Hmm.Such a pretty ass, and only one bite bruise? How is that possible?”
“Because we forgot to bring a cane.” Marcus levers her head higher, looks her in the eye. “I do want to bruise it sometime soon, after doing that dumb-ass thing.”
“Actions have consequences. Like a hard spanking.”Quietly, while smoothing my hand over her backside, I accuse her of slacking off, “You didn’t really try to get away.”
Her backside is so gorgeously soft and round. Unlike Marcus, I’d probably keep it unbruised. A spanking though, definitely.
Phoebe sighs. “Sometimes I want to fight and others I’m okay not to.”
I’m still tempted to untie her hands, but either way she seems happy, and a woman in bondage is not something I’d ever say no to.
My erection is growing—why wouldn’t it with her over me. I watch her breathe, admire the curl of her ear and the fall of her hair over her face, as if we were normal nonkinky lovers about to embrace and kiss, then I deliver ten smacks to her ass, not hard enough to do more than redden her skin and make her yelp a few times.
Then I bend over and kiss her where it’s reddest. She wriggles on me, which makes me harder, and now I’m thinking filthier thoughts than I intended. Marcus is making her suck on his fingers while he anchors her to him with a fistful of hair.
He stops to ask her, “What made you think climbing down there was a good idea?”
“I climbed at school, remember? Level four.”
“Fuck. I do now, yeah, except that was wall climbing. Not this. What if the rock was decayed and fell apart? You think you can tell that?”
“Um. No. I guess not.” She sounds sheepish.
“Idiot. Brave, but still.”
She has this fuck-it attitude at times, I realize suddenly. It’s not always predictable. It’s why she came to us. Why she sold her apartment to get into the CNC frat. Why she’s here even. “You need a minder,” I murmur, delivering another smack.
“I do not.” An indignant tone there, and she scowls.
Marcus grins. “Well, we think you do. And now you have two of us.”
If we can catch her before she acts. “Training. You need some training. Fetch. Sit. Stay.” I’m teasing but serious too. “Tell us though, what did you find down there?”
“A door with a lock. Metal door. Rusted. The ledge is small. Nothing much else apart from a railing.”
Since I’ll have to give this end of her up soon, I nudge my hand between her legs and slip two fingers along her slit. She’s wet, of course. Likes being mildly spanked, is my guess, as well as our wrestling here.
“Why are you here, Razor?”
Her question is so unexpected. I stare at her; she looks back at me. Her head is tucked under now, with Marcus combing her hair with his fingers. We’re all being subdued.
Why am I here? She’s making me think.
I welcomed something to do after the wedding crashed and burned. Miyaki occupied my mind more than I needed her to, considering we were finished.
“I was sad.” I’ve never told anyone this. “Needed something to do. Also I like the frat. Most of it is good with people having kinky fun. Only some members go too far. This…seemed as if it needed fixing. I guess that sounds frivolous, but the murder part is still unproven. No matter how odd this place seems.”
“Huh.” Marcus scrubs his chin where stubble is sprouting. “I never knew you were sad.”
“I’ll get over it.” Am over it, I realize. I feel free of this vague cloud I’ve had blanketing me for months. Finally. Phoebe and Marcus have cured me, I guess? I like being around them both. Even on this crazy fucking island. “Wantsome girl ass to smack? It’s cute and rounded, and she makes these sweet noises.”
Maybe I should say something deep and meaningful to them but I’m wary. I said enough. Things went sideways last time. Wait. Just wait.
We swap her around, and she doesn’t kick once. Not me. Not Marcus. I guess we’re all in a contemplative mood.
“Look at this. Now I have your mouth end.”