Lucy Ch. 02

"Use your fingers," I instructed between moans, and felt the young man slide a single finger into my wet heat.

As soon as my pussy had something to hold onto, I gasped and writhed, feeling every muscle contract around his finger, tightening and clenching. Sebastian sped up his ministrations, licking and suckling on my engorged pussy lips, taking extra care to be gentle when he pressed kisses against my clit, and soon the quickening thrust of his tongue and finger, coupled with the thwacks of the cat o'nine tails had me close to orgasm.

Seeing the signs in my body telling him I was close to cumming, Nik, instead of dropping the whip, increased the strength of his straps on Sebastian, flicking it mercilessly against his whole back, and with every snap of leather on skin, his tongue pushed against my hyper-sensitive clit, inciting more gasps from me, until I was pushed over the edge, and brought both hands down on his head, pushing his face into me as I came hard.

Wave after wave of rapture washed over me, the world reduced to the electic buzz running through my body. Finally, the shudders of ecstasy subsided, and I let go of the back of Sebastian's head. He came up for air immediately, his face red and hot, my juices still on his chin. I barely noticed Nik pulling Sebastian down onto the bed to lie between us, and only faintly felt the fluttering of bedsheets as we were covered with the comforter.

"You two are predators," Sebastian said once his tears had stopped, which woke me from my spent stupor.

I regarded the naked young man lying between us silently, but Nik continued to press the tissue to his cheeks until they were dry.

"Or you were lions in a past life."

"Are you implying we play with our food?" I asked quietly, stretching and smiling at him.

Sebastian pouted at me. Nik tossed the tissue aside, and was pulling something out of the bedside table drawer behind him, and I began to feel sorry for the young man, until I saw the small jar of salve.

"Lie still," he ordered, and Sebastian immediately stiffened.

I saw Nik roll his eyes as he applied the cool cream to Sebastian's reddened back.

"What's that?"

"It'll help heal the bruising."

Sebastian sat bolt upright and clutched his sides. He looked horrified.

"What?!" he gasped.

I cocked my head to the side.

"Are you afraid someone will see them?"

"They won't be visible with a shirt on," Nik added, frowning.

Sebastian was looking between us, uncertain.

"Lie back down, and let me finish."

Nik held a firm hand on the young man's shoulder, and Sebastian shivered, but let my lover press him back onto the soft covers.

"I don't like having bruises," the young man whispered, still frowning. "I don't like being marked."

I raised an eyebrow at him as I watched Nik gently spread the ointment on his back.

"I like it," I said, tracing one of the whip lines. "It's evidence that I enjoyed torturing your flesh. And it's evidence that you enjoyed it just as much, after all, you didn't tell us to stop."

Sebastian closed his eyes and leaned heavily on the bedding.

"Are you going to deny what happened tonight?" Nik asked quietly, putting the salve away. "Are you going to go back to your life like it never happened?"

We both lay back from Sebastian to regard him, and I gave Nik a significant look. The real reason for leaving bruises was so he had no choice but to acknowledge tonight's activities every time he looked in the mirror for the next week.

"When do I get my clothes back?"