But that would come later—once he’d taken the edge off.
As Ethan pulled out from the curb and merged into the late-night traffic, Zayne reached for the button of his jeans and unfastened them. Then he drew the end of the crop across her chest and underneath her jacket. “Take this off.”
She did as she was told, and Zayne tossed the garment over on her empty seat. The black top she wore underneath did little to hide her excitement. The hard nipples pushing against the fabric were just dying to come out and play, and they’d get their turn…eventually.
Right now, he had other things on his mind. He teased the crop down the center of her body, and as soon as the leather touched her naked mound, she sucked in a breath.
“Do you know what this part of a crop is called?”
Chloé swallowed and shook her head. “No, sir.”
“It’s called a tongue, or keeper.” His voice was rough as gravel as he stroked her back and forth. “I’ve been thinking about running this leather tongue over your sensitive little clit all night. Then again, I’ve also been thinking about running my tongue over it too.” He slipped the leather between her thighs, making her gasp. “If I do that, though, I’ll skip the part I’ve really wanted to do, and that’s give you a well-deserved spanking.”
Chloé whimpered as he nipped at her ear.
He leaned back and patted his denim-clad thigh. “Up you get—it’s time to show me that sweet ass of yours.”
Chloé dared to look at him for a second, and there was arousal and excitement swirling in her grey depths. There was also a flash of fear, and he understood that—but tonight wasn’t the time to talk her through this. It was time to show her that what she was feeling was normal, natural, and that maybe, just maybe, a slight bite of pain would come with a whole lot of pleasure.
“I said, it’s time to show me that sweet ass.”
She lowered her eyes to where his jeans were parted, and there was no missing the thick outline of his cock. She moved up and bent over his lap.
“Mmm. Put your hands behind your back.” She did as she was told, and Zayne ran his palm over her smooth behind. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”
His eyes shifted up to the mirror, and the crinkles at the sides of Ethan’s eyes relayed the smirk that was hidden from view.
The motor growled as the car sped up, and Chloé swayed slightly on his lap. Zayne placed a large hand over both of hers, keeping her in place, and teased the tongue of the crop up and down the shadowy cleft of her pale cheeks.
“Open your mouth.”
A second later, he placed the long, thin shaft of the crop between her lips. She reared back, her confusion clear, until Zayne said, “Bite down.”
Chloé did as she was told, and he stroked her long waves of hair.
“You didn’t think we’d start you with something so harsh, did you? Tonight, you’re going to get familiar with that crop, while my hand gets familiar with your ass. Ten swats for questioning our loyalty—five for each of us. That’s what you’re going to get.” Chloé tensed, and Zayne squeezed her hands. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled around the rod.
“Good. Because the next time you question Ethan or me, that little red riding crop in your mouth will be turning your cheeks the same color.”
She shivered, and Zayne circled his palm over the right cheek then the left, before he raised his hand and brought it down in a moderate blow that made her ass bounce and her gasp.
His cock throbbed at the sight as he brushed her hair back from her face. “You okay, little girl?”
It took her a moment, but then she nodded and managed, “Yes, sir,” and that was all Zayne needed.
He looked at the pert behind propped up on his thighs and landed two more blows in quick succession, loving the way her soft skin seemed to shimmy in the dim lights. When he stopped for a break, he slipped his hand between her thighs.
A muffled whimper came from her, and when his fingers found her wet slit, he knew why. Chloé was so turned on that her thighs were slick.
“Someone seems to be enjoying her punishment.” His eyes found Ethan’s as he sucked his fingers clean. “I might need to do something about that.”
Zayne tightened the hand he had keeping hers in place, and when he rested his palm across the crack of her ass, Chloé stiffened as though bracing herself for whatever was next.
A solid blow this time, one after the other. The impact was hard enough that it shifted her across his thighs and she cried out at each swat. On the sixth strike, he stopped to admire his handiwork, the red marks coloring her cheeks.
“Jesus, that’s pretty,” he said to himself, and Zayne was ready to bring this portion of her punishment to an end. He slipped his fingers between her legs and flicked her clit, making her writhe on his lap, then pushed two inside and began to pump them in and out.
“So fucking tight. So fucking wet…” He did it several more times, and when her body clenched around them, he chuckled. “Oh, no you don’t.”
He dragged his fingers free and, with more force than he’d used on her yet, he landed the final blows.
Chloé shuddered, giving a muffled shout with each new swat. After the last one hit and he pulled the crop free of her mouth, Zayne yanked her up to her knees, took her chin in his hand, and shoved his tongue between her lips to smother her desperate cries.
She moaned at the savage assault, moving up high on her bare knees, as Zayne swept the inside of her delicious mouth with his greedy tongue, tasting every inch of it. When his dick threatened to explode between the two of them, he yanked her away and looked down at her disheveled state.
Swollen lips, mussed up hair, and flushed cheeks only added to the wanton look of her hiked-up skirt, and he reached in his pocket for a condom.
“Put it on me.”
Chloé panted as she reached for his zipper, and once it was open and his dick sprang free, she rolled the condom down his thick length.
Zayne gritted his teeth as he watched her dainty hands work, then he grabbed her arm and said, “Take a seat, little girl.”
She licked her lips as he guided her up and around to sit on his lap, facing forward, her red ass cheeks cradling his dick as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Spread this leg into the center aisle for me.” He tapped her thigh, and she did as she was told. “Remember, you don’t come until we tell you.”
When her glistening folds were fully exposed, Zayne looked to the mirror, and Ethan angled it down.
“Very nice, Zayne. She’s good and ready.”
Ethan’s voice was as effective as his hand around Zayne’s dick, and his cock began to throb.
“Tell us, petite fille. Why would we go anywhere else when we have such a pretty pussy at our beck and call?”
Chloé shivered as Ethan’s question filled the air, and Zayne slipped his fingers down between her folds.
“One we can lick, suck, and fuck whenever we please.”
Zayne pushed a finger inside her, making her moan. “Grip that front seat and push up, little girl.”
Chloé bent forward, canting her ass up in the air, and pushed up with her foot on the floor. Zayne took hold of his cock, lined it up with her tight little body, then pulled her hips back and down—fast.