Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
He kind of wished he had never mentioned that session with Julian. Though it was nice to know his Master was jealous. It was only one session. He would never mention to Keane that Julian had offered to set him up with a top. His choice. Man or woman. He had told Julian there was only one top he would ever accept. “I promise, Master.”
“Then I think we’ll make use of the hooks in the ceiling. Olivia, will you be so good as to bring me the four-footer?”
Garrett felt his whole body strain with anticipation.
Olivia rose to her feet beside him. “Uhm, is Master good with a whip?”
Garrett winced. Keane was excellent with a whip, but they hadn’t used one on Olivia. She bruised easily and required a softer touch.
Garrett didn’t want softer. He wanted his Master to go hard.
“I’m damn good with it, and if you keep questioning me, you’ll find out,” Keane promised.
She scurried off to find the whip.
“I think she’s worried about you. She’s never seen me use a whip before. I wouldn’t on her. Her skin is delicate. It pinkens up at the lightest smack,” Keane said, his voice lowered. “But I think you can handle it. I think you want it.”
“I do.”
“I do not have delicate skin,” Olivia protested as she handed him the whip. “I’m a hard bottom.”
She was absolutely not. She was a bit delusional, but he could accept the flaw.
Keane chuckled. “Yeah, you are, baby. I’ll have to test that theory at a time when you haven’t been in the hospital. It’s okay. You’re racking up the punishment. You’ve already got thirty I owe you.”
He was learning how to deal with Olivia. Keane was adapting to their girl, and it was a marvelous thing to see. Garrett brought his head up. “We can make a day of it, Master. A spanking day.”
Olivia frowned. “Maybe I’m a medium bottom. And I can handle a spanking tonight.”
“No. Trust me. You’ll feel what we do to you tonight in that sweet ass of yours all day tomorrow.” Keane took the whip. “How about you help me torture our Garrett for now? It’ll be your turn soon enough. Garrett, come to the center of the room. Hands up. Do you need your feet shackled as well?”
Garrett stood, eager to begin the play. His skin already felt flushed with desire and anticipation. “No, Master. I’ll be still.”
He’d never been locked in before, his arms over his head, waiting for the swing of the Master’s hand. The very idea did something for him. The first time he’d seen the hooks in the ceiling and the chains and lined manacles, he hadn’t thought about how gorgeous Olivia would look with her arms up, all vulnerable and ready for their discipline.
He’d thought about being the one hanging there, waiting for the whip or the crop or whatever else the Master chose to use on his poor sub. And now it was happening. He let a calm flow over him as Keane shackled him in, clasping the heavy manacles around his wrists, ensuring they were tight but not too tight. The soft lining caressed his wrists. Keane adjusted the hooks to match Garrett’s height, keeping him slightly on his toes. It was an awkward position but then it was supposed to be. Slightly uncomfortable. A little on edge. But that edge was something he’d always longed for. He could handle some discomfort. It was all part of the play, all a way to allow him to be vulnerable.
That was what was happening. He and Keane never allowed themselves to be vulnerable because the world had taught them such hard lessons. They put up walls and allowed no one in but each other. Except not all of each other. They still protected themselves. Keane protected his past and Garrett his heart.
Olivia smashed through all those walls today.
“Master, he looks delicious,” Olivia announced, a sexy smile on her face.
“I’m glad to hear it because I think you should have a taste. Let’s play a game.” Keane looked to Garrett, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to join the subs’ clothes pile. Garrett loved Keane’s chest. Even the scars he had from a run-in with barbed wire were hot. Keane’s skin was a golden color, tanned by days and days in the sun.
“I hope you’re as good with that whip as you say you are, Master,” Olivia said as she got to her knees again. This time in front of Garrett. “I hope you’re careful because I don’t plan to be.”
Oh, shit. He knew the torture Keane had planned for him. It was going to be hell having that sweet mouth of hers on him and not being able to come.
“You come, we start over again and then we push back her pleasure and mine,” Keane said, holding the whip up. “It’s a light count of thirty. You survive that without filling her mouth and you’ll get a treat.”