Page 178 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

His roommate stroked Amber's hair from her face and cupped her cheek. "Are you sure, babe?"

"Yes, I am."

"All right, but remember to say stop or no when it's too much."

"I will, Logan."

"All right, baby. Lift your hips, I want to play with your clit when he peppers your ass."

Ben shrugged out of his shirt and picked up the belt. He doubled over the leather and slapped a few times on the inside of his lower arm, gauging the impact, sting and after burn. To be sure he switched to his less dominant hand. Getting his aim right would be a bit harder, but since a doctor often used both his hands he tried to do as much as possible with his left, too. He was almost as accurate with his left but just not as strong as with his preferred side.

By the time he felt confident giving Amber the first stroke with the belt, she was already writhing with pleasure and Logan's cheeks were taut with arousal and tinted red. Whap.

A tingling crept up at the base of Ben's neck and a dark hunger – no a craving – made him feel empty inside.

Whap. Another fiery line, just below the first.

Amber moaned and pushed her butt out.

She isn't acting now. He enjoyed hearing her moan and whimper for real. These weren't those fake porn-like sounds but stemmed from being mindless with pleasure and agony until she couldn't differentiate the one from the other. He wasn't sure why her faking it with Logan bothered him so much, but it irked him like an itch he couldn't reach for a good scratch.

Whap. This one on the other cheek.

A peaceful tranquility came over him as he painted her ass red. Instead of being angry or irritated with the little minx, a strange willingness to take on responsibility and lead her on the right path took over his state of mind. It was ridiculous, since he didn't have a clue what might be right for her—or for him.

Still, the sounds now coming from her were genuine and her wiggles were sexy and compelling. He wanted more, wanted to strip her down to her core, take away the nasty parts, and build her back up.

Huh?

Ben leaned forward and fondled her reddened ass cheeks. Enough with the belt, though. He dropped the leather on the floor and stood still for a few heartbeats. Ben blew out a long breath and smiled. He checked in with Logan, who smiled widely.

Ben released the blindfold. For the next step, he needed to see all of her reactions. He tugged on Amber's hair and forced her head to turn. Her ass was fiercely red and she'd come on Logan's fingers at least twice. Ben's cock almost burst through his pants, but he wanted to be sure. Her eyes met his, although hazy from her orgasms a wild, dark desire still burned. She needed this, but... "You want to take us together?"

Instead of answering, she nodded, and he made a warning sound in the back of his throat.

"Please. Please, Sir. Fuck me."

Ben dropped his left hand between her thighs and probed between her slick folds. She tried to lower her head, but his other hand in her hair kept her in place. Ben kept fondling her pussy and intensified his grip on her hair, exposing her neck to him and Logan. Ben made eye contact with his friend. "Still okay with this?"

"Hell, yeah." Logan struggled from the couch and chucked his drawstring pants. His cock bobbed, and he ripped open a condom package with his teeth. After sheathing himself, he bent and took Amber's mouth in a kiss. "Ready for a ride?"

Her hand closed over his condom-covered shaft and pumped in answer. Ben slapped her reddened butt hard enough for her to squawk. "You're not in charge, minx, let go of his dick." He pulled on her hair in warning before he let go. "Can you lube her asshole and perhaps stretch her a bit? I need to suit up for the fun."

As Ben sauntered to the pile of condoms, Amber's eyes slipped shut and she moaned. Hyper-aware of every sound and movement from Amber and Logan, warmth spread through his body. It took him mere moments to get his pants off and a condom on. When he turned around, Logan had one hand on the small of Amber's back and the other was pumping between her buttocks. "Fuck, Ben, she's so hot and tight, better use lots of lubrication on your dick, too."

"I will, but first..." Ben removed the hairpins surrounding Amber's nipples.

At first, nothing happened but then she slapped her hands over her breasts and moaned. "Damn it. That hurts more than when you put them on."

Ben pulled her arms away from her breasts and drank in the agony on her face, as she processed the pain. Fuck me but that's hot!

Logan trailed kisses over Amber's shoulder, his breathing harsh and ragged. He stepped away from his girlfriend and used a towel to wipe his fingers and hand before sitting down on the couch. Logan planted his feet on the floor and stroked up and down his length.

Ben let go of Amber's arms and took the olive oil from the table.

"Come here baby," Logan beckoned, "Straddle me."

Amber pushed up into a standing position, and Ben bit back a groan as he used his hand to spread the oil over his cock. Even with the barrier of the condom the slickness and warmth of his hand felt amazing. Amber's breasts swayed and her ass was beautifully red and slick with a combination of her juices and the oil Logan liberally spread. Ben grabbed hold of the base of his cock and squeezed. Already his balls were drawing up, and he didn't want to shoot off the moment he touched her.

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