uncomfortable with and was glad that she had the backbone to let him or Turner know when she’d reached her limit. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper, but then she slowly began to lower it. When it was down as far as it would go, she pushed the fabric down over her hips and let the skirt pool on the floor.
“Pick it up and give it to Master Barry and then remove your shoes.” Turner stood watching Charlie without any expression at all. She kept giving him furtive glances as if trying to gauge his emotions. Turner had perfected the Dom stance and look, but he had known Turner for so long he knew his friend was just as eager to get his hands on Charlie as he was. She would have been able to see he was eager if she looked down at Turner’s crotch, too, but she was more intent on watching his eyes.
When Charlie bent over, he drew in a ragged gasp as her ass muscles flexed and he saw the bare, glistening lips of her pussy. Her thighs were also shiny with her juices. Barry wanted to walk over to her, grip her hips, spread her thighs apart, and bury his face between her legs. His muscles tautened as he gathered his control. Turner was leading this scene, and he was to follow. He would eventually have his time of control, but for now he was taking his prompts from his friend.
“Good girl.” Turner moved closer to her and ran his hands down from her upper arms until he wrapped them around her wrists. He began walking backward and led her over to the St. Andrew’s Cross, which was a large padded X shape that also had four points where a sub could be restrained by ankles and wrist.
“Step up, honey.” Turner held her hands until she was on the small platform and then gently pushed her forward until her front was against the padded cushioning of the cross. He lifted one hand and attached the restraint around her wrist and then nodded to Barry to see to the other one. Barry clasped the restraint around her and then ran his finger under the cuff, making sure that it wasn’t too tight. The last thing they wanted to do was cause problems with her circulation or for the leather to cut into her skin. The wide cuffs were lined with lamb’s wool for a sub’s protection. Together they secured her ankles with her legs spread wide apart.
Barry noticed the slight tremble in her body and quickly stood, bending so his head was close to hers.
“Are you all right, Charlie?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to use your safe word?”
“No,” she breathed out.
Barry ran a hand over her hair, down her back, and up again. She shivered, and goose bumps rose up on her skin. “You are such a pretty little sub. We are going to make you feel so good, baby.”
Barry stepped away when Turner moved closer to Charlie. He had a leather dildo flogger in his hand. The handle was a black gel tubular dildo, and the leather straps that protruded from the fake cock could be used as a flogger. It was ingenious device as both ends had their use.
Turner ran the leather straps over Charlie’s back, letting her feel the toy before he began to wield it. Once Charlie began to relax, he removed the flogger from her back and then flicked his wrist. The slapping noise made Charlie jerk. Though she tugged against the restraints, Barry knew she hadn’t felt any pain, because his friend hadn’t put much force in the hit. With every flick, Turner added more strength until the flogger began to leave pink marks on their sub’s back. He worked his way down until he was flogging her ass. Until that moment, Charlie hadn’t made a sound other than her panting breaths, but now she began to moan as the strands of leather connected with her buttocks and she pushed her hips up into the blows.
Barry’s cock jerked and pulsed, and his balls ached. He wanted to walk up behind her, release his hard dick from his constricting jeans, and ram his penis into her hot, wet pussy with one shove. He adjusted his aching erection and glanced up to see Turner smiling at him. The