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Sinners at the Altar (Sinners on Tour #6) Page 107
Author: Olivia Cunning

Jace heard the crack of Aggie’s riding crop against flesh, but didn’t experience the welcome sting of her blows. She’d struck the inside of Fire’s thigh.

“Mmm,” Fire said, “you keep that up and I’m going to beat your boyfriend bloody. No one hits the way you do, Ice. You always did make my pussy hot.”

Always? The thought was ripped from his mind as Fire’s whip cracked against his lower back. He bit his lip so he didn’t cry out. He wasn’t sure when he’d become such a pussy; Aggie’d been taking it easy on him for too long. He could take Fire’s brutality, he could. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

Aggie’s succession of lashes landed on Jace’s ass, flanks, and thighs. Yes, like that. Just like that. He gasped brokenly with need as she took him to his next level, his balls heavy and aching for release.

“I thought you were going to hit me like that,” Fire said with a pout.

“I will if you do your job properly.”

Jace suppressed a grin of triumph as Fire’s lashes against his back shifted from punishing to tantalizing. Aggie circled him slowly, her eyes locked with his. In time with Fire’s lashes behind him, Aggie struck his hip with a flick of her crop. His lower belly. The inside of his thigh. She ducked her head slightly, still holding his gaze. The tap of her crop against the head of his cock made his entire body jerk. Pre-cum seeped from his tip, dripping on the floor. She’d have made any of her clients lick it up, but not him. Using a red-tipped finger, she collected a lingering drop from his glans and brought it to her tongue to taste him.

“You ready for some pleasure to go with that pain?” she asked.

He nodded, his throat too tight with desire to form words. Her crop struck the inside of his thigh, so close to his balls that his stomach tightened in knots.

“Spread,” she demanded.

He spread his feet apart. She sank to her knees. He stared down at her, overwhelmed by pride and love and lust. She cradled his heavy nuts in one hand and stretched her mouth wide to take his thick cock into the warm recesses within.

“You’re giving him head?” Fire said in disbelief.

Even though she was still working over the flesh of his back with practiced strikes, he’d forgotten the other woman was there until she’d spoken. He was far too lost in Aggie to care what Fire thought or did.

Aggie massaged his balls with just enough pressure to hint at pain. She completely distracted him with the power she held over him as she licked and suckled his cockhead with reverence. Pleasure and pain converged, sending him into a euphoric state, until a particularly hard slash across his shoulders brought him crashing back to Earth. He grunted in protest. Aggie paused, looking up at him in question. He shook his head slightly, trying to find his higher plane, but it had been snatched from his grasp.

Aggie placed a gentle kiss on the head of his cock before rising to her feet. Behind him, something clattered to the floor. Fire had dropped the whip. He didn’t understand why until he saw the look of fury on Aggie’s face.

“Assume the position, Fire.”

As if controlled by puppet strings, Fire bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles, her long mass of red hair trailing on the ground at her feet. Aggie lifted a flail and brought the ends down, smacking Fire’s ass and the swollen flesh between her legs. Fire was so obviously turned on, her swollen pussy was practically spilling from the fabric of her thong. Aggie moved to stand beside her.

“You brought him down on purpose, didn’t you?” Aggie said.

The next strike hit Fire at a different angle, the lashes cracking over the backs of her thighs, her pussy, and asshole. Fire jerked and released a moan of deep pleasure before spreading her legs wider and tilting her pelvis to give Aggie open access to everything between her thighs.

“I might have,” Fire said breathlessly. “I don’t remember.”

Aggie delivered three successive lashes to Fire’s pussy that made Fire quiver with delight.

“Do you remember now?” Aggie asked, staying perfectly in her role of dominatrix as her friend tugged her thong aside and spread her wet and swollen lips with her fingers.

Jace’s mouth went dry.

“No. I think I’ll remember if you punish me,” she said.

Aggie swung the ends of the flail so that they barely tapped Fire’s opening and clit.

“Harder,” Fire whimpered.

“Are you going to remember your place?”

Jace couldn’t seem to stop his hand from circling his rigid cock. He’d never witnessed Aggie in such a position of power. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he was sure he’d die on the spot, but he didn’t want to interrupt.

“Yes, yes,” Fire moaned. “I’ll do anything you want. Send me flying.”

Aggie’s gentle lashes against Fire’s center quickly had her sputtering with orgasm. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground, her body quaking and her breathing erratic. “Thank you, Mistress,” she said and kissed Aggie’s boot. “Thank you.”

Jace was out of his mind with lust. He pulled Aggie against his chest and devoured her mouth. One hand gripped her soft ass while the other struggled to free her hair from its braid. He wanted the silky curtain of her hair around them as he fucked her. When her hair was loose, he clutched a handful and jerked her head back. “Panties off,” he growled, too far gone to think about what he was doing. He just had to get inside her. Fill her. Surround himself with her. Lose himself in her. His Aggie.

She shimmied out of her panties and gasped when he pressed her against the nearest wall. She clung to his shoulders, and he used his hand on his cock to find her. He slipped into her hot, drenched pussy with a groan of bliss and used the wall for leverage as he thrust deep. He was vaguely aware of her legs around his hips, his hands on her ass, her breasts rubbing against his chest as he thrust into her. When lashes against his back added pain to his blend of pleasure and sensation, he called her name in tormented bliss. He couldn’t separate the pleasure from the pain from the emotion. It was all Aggie. Aggie. His demon. His angel. His friend. His lover. His everything.

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