Three-way Tie by Sierra Cartwright Page A

look at me as much as possible,” Master Eric told her.
    She nodded.
    Master Rafael rubbed her buttocks, gently, then a bit more vigorously.
    She shifted in her bonds and moaned her approval. “I like it, Sir.”
    He delivered a few open-handed spanks to her derriere.
    Because she was already so sensitive, the smacks were enough to make her juices flow.
    He increased the intensity. He struck her on the back, on the buttocks, on the shoulders.
    Minutes passed and he continued the rhythmic beating.
    The flogger’s leather strands bit at her, but it felt more sensual than painful.
    “How’re you doing?” Master Eric asked.
    “I’m fine, Sir.”
    “Look at me.”
    She shook her head against the daze, trying to focus on his command.
    “Look at me,” he repeated.
    She opened her eyes. Until he spoke a second time, she hadn’t realised her eyes were closed.
    “Do you need more?” Master Rafael asked. “Less?”
    “Honestly, Sir?”
    “Honestly.”
    “I need you to be quiet, Sir.”
    He chuckled. “Keep an eye on her, Eric.”
    The words seemed to come from a distance.
    She felt the caress of leather on her shoulders, her spine, her back, her buttocks. She’d never experienced anything like this. Oddly, the beating soothed her.
    After a few more minutes her body felt weightless, and she allowed the bindings around her wrists to support her.
    Before she was quite ready, he stopped the flogging.
    She opened her eyes again and blinked, staring into the light blue depths of Master Eric’s eyes.
    Behind her, Master Rafael spoke. “That’s enough for tonight.”
    “I want more, Sir.”
    “You’ve had quite a day.”
    “But—”
    “That’s twice. Enough, sub.”
    His tone was sharp, snapping her back to the present. “Yes, Sir.”
    “You did well,” Master Eric added.
    She could stay there forever, Master Rafael beating her while she stared into Master Eric’s light blue eyes.
    The men removed her from the cross.
    After taking off her clamps, Master Rafael carried her to the bedroom. She wanted to snuggle against the comfort and protection of his chest.
    He placed her on the edge of the bed. Then he went into his closet and returned with a robe that he draped around her shoulders.
    “Tell me about your experience.”
    “That was spectacular.” And it was. Time and space ceased to exist. There was only her and the sting of the leather. “It’s hard to describe. I’ve never quite felt that way before.”
    He nodded. “We got you a taste of subspace, but there’s more.”
    “Why did you stop, Sir?”
    “Because it was your first experience. Sometimes when a sub attains subspace, she’s no longer aware of what’s going on. She can be seriously hurt if she’s not with the right Dom.”
    She was puzzled. “I wasn’t hurt. And I wanted to continue.”
    “And I want your body to fully recover from today’s experience before I try to take you all the way there.”
    She understood. Maybe.
    “Lie down on your stomach. I want to inspect your marks.”
    It no longer seemed strange to show her body to Master Rafael. Whatever instruction he issued, she followed, no embarrassment.
    She shrugged from the robe and did as he told her. The coarse material of the bedspread abraded her sensitive nipples. She took a tiny, shocked breath.
    “Maybe I was right in stopping?”
    “You weren’t beating my nipples, Sir.”
      He reached between her legs and squeezed her clit brutally.
    She yelped. “I apologise, Sir. What I meant to say was, you were right in stopping. Thank you for looking out for me.”
    “There’s another way to shut you up, sub.”
    “Hopefully you’re talking about shoving your cock in my mouth. Sir.” It was much easier to be brave when she didn’t have to look at him.
      He laughed and then switched on a table lamp. He trailed his fingers over her body. “You look none the worse for wear,” he said.
    “I told you that, Sir.”
    “We’ll see how well the marks heal overnight.”