Now do that with your mouth.” He smacked her, right on the curve where her ass cheek met her thigh. Tears sprang to her eyes. “If you make him offer, scout, you’re to swallow every drop. Understand?” Another blow, fair on the meat of her buttock, but lighter. “Understand?” Frantically, she nodded her head and Trey yelped with alarm. Brin laughed aloud, full-throated. She heard his hand swish through the air an instant before the stinging impact on her rear. He spaced the blows carefully, interspersing them with the nerve-tingling pressure of his thumb in her sex, driving her insane with the juxtaposition of pleasure and pain. There was enough play in her bonds for her to dig her fingers into the back of Trey’s thighs and hang on. The heat in her ass spread to her sex and washed back and forth in an escalating tide of sensation. Trey kept up a muttered litany of praise, his hands moving in her hair, and she sucked his iron-hard length as deeply as she was able. Remembering the blood-pink beauty of his cock head cradled in her fingers as they rocked to the stride of the vran, she dragged the flat of her tongue over it in a spiral dance that reduced him to incoherence.
