“Sasha, you’re not making the rules here. I am,” Viv chided, enough dominance in her voice that Sasha bowed his head, even if he didn’t kneel again. “He gets excited,” she said to Micah. “There’s the expressiontopping from the bottom, yes? He tries that, so you have to get him worked up enough that he goes quiet.” Her voice was warm with affection. “Or gag him.”
“Those are two of my favorite things, talking and being made to be quiet,” Sasha agreed.
“But he’s right,” Viv continued. “If you don’t want to be with us like that, you don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Micah said, and fuck, there it was again, his heavy dominance that made Sasha swallow hard. “If you’re sure.”
“We are,” Viv said. “Sasha, go get your toys. Pick three. Not the really scary ones, please.”
Micah’s eyes went wide, and Sasha didn’t miss that his dick—which Sasha wasreallyeager to get a look at—was getting hard, tenting out the towel. Sasha grinned and dashed over to the trunk in the corner, humming while he sorted through the toys they kept there. He picked up a cane, a leather flogger, and his favorite: a flogger Viv had spent hours on, weaving heavy, thick, thorn-covered briar branches together with leather.
“I said, not the scary ones.” Viv sighed. “I should have known you’d go for that one.”
“Idon’t think it’s scary. I think it’s fucking awesome,” Sasha told her, reverently raising the flogger and kissing it.
Micah made a noise, and Viv laughed, stretching out on the chair. “All right. Give him the— Not that one, Sasha. The other one. But how about this: put the handle in your mouth, and crawl.”
“Fuck,” Micah said.
“Pretty much, right, boss?” Sasha, feeling like he’d won every match in the ring on fight night, went to his hands and knees, stuck the flogger’s handle in his mouth, and crawled toward Micah. He could feel the urge to be hurt rising like a tide, and while what Micah had done for him before, with his nails and the salt, had been nice, justthinkingabout what Micah could do with that arm strength and the floggers…
“You don’t have to be naked,” Viv said, and Sasha was confused—the hell he didn’t—until he realized she was talking to Micah. “But if you’re wearing nothing but that towel, you might as well be.”
Micah blushed, which was, frankly, adorable, and then shrugged and unwrapped the towel.
If he hadn’t had a flogger handle in his mouth, Sasha would have whistled. That was a great dick, and the thought of being fucked with it was making him want more than just pain. It would all get mixed up together soon enough, though.
“Are you warm enough?” Micah asked Viv, and Sasha felt a rush of affection for him.
Viv laughed. “I’m getting warmer.”
Micah took the flogger, and Sasha stayed on all fours and stared up at him, waiting and eager. Micah gave it a bit of a flick, and the sound of the tails made Sasha’s mouth water.
“Sasha, stand up so I can show him where to hit you,” Viv said.
“Anywhere, buddy.”
“Hey,” Micah said sharply, giving him that look again, the same one as when they were outside the bathing room. “I don’t want to gag you, but I need to listen.”
Sasha got to his feet, nodding, ready for whatever as long as he got that flogger on his back sooner rather than later.
“Sasha’s a pain slut,” Viv said, as if that were new information, “so he’ll like it if the tails wrap around his shoulders or go too low—but you shouldn’t do that. It can be dangerous, andSasha, do not talk. Just turn so he can see your back.”
Her dominance settled over him, and the thought of both of them topping him at once was so hot, Sasha stayed quiet so they’d get started quicker. He turned, and Viv quirked a brow at him when she saw his cock was already hard. He shrugged. What did she expect?
“You want to hit him on the back. Think of it like a square: between the shoulders, to the hips, and never on the back of the neck or on the spineno matter how much he begs for it.” She raised her eyebrows when Sasha grinned at her. “Most people like a warm-up. Sasha gets bored. Try a few hits on the bed, there.”
Sasha watched Micah draw his arm back and bring the tails down. The blow wasn’t very hard—it’d barely fluff a pillow—but it was a start.
“He really can take it hard, but it’s more fun not to give him what he wants immediately.”
“Sadist,” Sasha said fondly.
“That’s right. Try some more,” Viv urged, and Sasha could tell she liked this, using her dominance to show another dom how to hurt him. Usually the others they played with already knew the basics, and Viv didn’t get to show off and be so bossy.
Sasha stood by, quietly dying as Micah whipped the bed instead of him. He was getting into it now, his muscles moving smoothly as he struck harder and with more and more confidence.
“That’s good,” Viv praised. “Okay, Sasha. On the bed. We’ll do the leather flogger and the cane, and then, if you’re very well-behaved, I might let him use the thorn flogger.”
