Page 92 of Sunrise

“Yes.” She pets my head. “You may raise your gaze to my knees.”

I’ve never seen a sexier set of kneecaps. I’m drooling already. “Thank you.”

“Vault is going to flog you.”

I’ve got a massive hard-on now.

“Place your hands in your lap, pup.”

No problem.

“Stare at my knees and count to ten.”

“One… two… three…” The suspense builds so fast that when I get to ten and feel the first hit, it’s like jumping into a pool on a hot summer’s day. Relief washes over me. The light hits from two floggers come quickand smooth, in perfect rhythm.Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud.

I’ve been flogged tons of times, but this is different. Who’s doing it is different. I drop into subspace so fast, it’s shameful.Thud-thud, thud-thud…

“That’s a good boy,” she purrs with pride. “Do you like how that feels, pup?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Fuck yes, what?” Vault growls from behind me. His hits don’t falter. The rhythm is hypnotizing.Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud.

“Fuck yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy. You may look at my thighs.”

My gaze drifts a little higher until I’m staring at the small break between her dress and her thigh-high platform boots, where there’s about five inches of sweet, bare skin exposed. I want to bite her there. Suck her. Kiss and lick her.

The hits keep coming.Thud-thud, thud-thud.My back begins to burn. Sweat blooms across my chest.Thud-thud, thud-thud.

Vault must see the signs that I’m hitting a line. “What color are you?”

“Yellow.”

His hits automatically lighten.Thud-thud, thud-thud.My skin still burns, but the threat of pain isn’t there anymore. I’m thankful to have been honest.

“Good boy. You may look at your Mistress now.”

My eyes lift and brain glitches.

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Fuuuuuck. Sorry.I think my jaw must be hanging open because she puts her hand under my chin and pushes up to close my mouth. I can’t even describe howfucking hot this woman is.

“Do you want to wear your collar, pup?”

And be owned? Psht. As if she has to ask. “Yes, please, Mistress.”

She takes the collar off her neck and puts it on mine. I feel so special.

Vault continues flogging my back while the collar around my neck is buckled into place.Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud.I’ve definitely hit subspace now. I barely feel the sting and burn. I’m just… floaty.

Our Mistress looks behind me. “What color are you, Vault?”

“Very, very fucking green,” he says in the sexiest, smokiest voice ever. I love that flogging my back is turning him on. Helping him. Giving us another connection. “You’re taking this so well, Knox.”

Vault’s praise sends me into outer space. “Thank you.”

A couple more minutes of steady hits and I flinch a little. “Yellow.”

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