Chapter 10

Shannon dropped gracefully to her knees and took the bottle of shower gel Adam handed to her. Without even being told she knew what to do. Carefully she washed each throbbing cock, probing each slit with the tip of a finger until the men groaned with pleasure. She made sure every inch of each cock was thoroughly soaped and rinsed before dropping her hands to the sacs that held their testicles. Manipulating them with her fingers, she soaped the pleated skin, then, with a daring stroke, slid one finger along the perineum of each man to the tightly puckered anus.

Adam shuddered and Mike once again grabbed her wrists. "You do not do that until we order you to, is that understood?"

"I=I'm sorry. I thought you would enjoy it."

"Too much," Adam told her. "Something else to save for later. For now let me feel my cock in your mouth, your tongue on the head, your fingers tracing the length. But only for a moment."

And a moment was exactly what he meant. When she began to suck enthusiastically he griped her head as Mike had and backed away.

"Wait until you are instructed," he cautioned her. Then he turned her around, forced her down to her hands and knees and delivered two wet, stinging slaps to her backside.

She forced herself not to cry out when the wetness made the sting sharper, but in only seconds she felt the familiar heat streak to her cunt and her hardened nipples became inescapable evidence of her arousal. Who would ever have believed that mild, conservative Shannon Forrester would enjoin being punished. Lifting her head she saw Mike watching her with that dark, sinful gaze.

"Take your punishment," he reminded her. "I'm afraid you might come to enjoy it so much that pretty soon you'll miss behave just to force the spankings. Enough, Adam. We'll finish it with the flogger after we finish showering." He lifted her to her feet. "Our turn now, sugar. We always take proper care to make sure our subs are well prepared for the evening's activities. We just got a little out of order here."

By the time they were finished with her she understood what they meant by "well prepared." They has soaped and lathered every inch if her body, rinsing thoroughly, then lathering again. They'd even paid careful attention to her toes and fingers. The anal douche embarrassed her until Mike balanced her on his lap, turned her head and kissed her until her head swam while Adam completed the process.

And finally they rubbed her nipples, her clit and her labia with a special oil, one that set every nerve on fire as soon as it was applied.

"It feels...hot," she said, lightly touching her nipples.

"It's to help keep you aroused," Mike explained. "Touch your pussy, Go ahead. See how great it feels." He dropped his voice. "Do it like you did for me over the computer."

She felt herself blush, but seated herself on the edge of the bed and pulled up her legs the way Mike-Cock Robin-had instructed her to do many times when he'd been just an anonymous name. Opening her labia with one hand, she stroked her inner lips with the fingers of the other, knowing they could see the cream seeping from her again. When her fingers moved to her clit she began rubbing faster until Adam barked, "Stop."

She looked up, puzzled.

"It is not for you to pleasure yourself unless we order it. I said merely to touch. Mike, where's that flogger?"

Mike reached to a table on the other side of the couch and handed him what looked to Shannon like a woven handle with strips of purple suede attached. A mixture of dread and anticipation burbled in her stomach.

"Remember your safe word," Mike told her. "And remember what Cock Robin told you. There is nothing here to fear. Now get up on the bed on your hands and knees."

It took a moment or two to arrange her, because Mike slide beneath her, placed her thighs on either side of him and slid her up his body until her pussy was poised over his mouth. Opening her labia to give him greater access to her inner flesh, he began to lick every inch of her cunt, his tongue like a feather sweeping here and there, his teeth touching her clit now and then.

At once Adam began applying the flogger, first draggling the soft strips across her ass, then snapping it against the skin. Every time the fogger landed it drove her harder against Mike's mouth. She'd back away a little, feeling another orgasm building, and Adam would smack the leather strips on her rapidly heating flesh, driving her forward again. They establish a rhythm, with Shannon the balance pole, Mike's mouth moving in time with Adam's strikes.

Shannon lost all sense of everything. All she could concentrate on was her body that was about to go up in flames. When she tried to wiggle herself faster against Mike's marauding tongue he held her firmly by the hips. When she tried to raise her ass into the flogger Adam held back.

"We set the pace, sweetheart," he reminded her. "Just go with it. We want to j=help you reach the greatest level of pleasure."

He was certainly doing that, Shannon thought with the last little piece of her brain. And then she was falling into a whirlpool, Mike's educated mouth dragging her climax out of her, Adam's flogger driving each spasm higher and higher, pushing her to a greater plane each time until she couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except shake and shiver and convulse, riding Mike's tongue, reveling in the sting of the leather on her flesh.

When the last aftershock subsided she collapsed forward, Mike pulling her up so she lay on his chest, her head on his shoulder.

"I think the baby needs a nap," he told Adam.

The other man chuckled. "No doubt. Especially if she's to be ready for the main event."

Before she could wonder what he meant, Shannon closed her eyes and drifted off.