Chapter 63

Walking back in, my pussy tightens, the moisture spilling over. They are both in leather. Heck, I am not going to last two minutes, let alone an entire session. Both walk to me. My heart can literally be heard in the room full of silence. My breathing is heavy, letting them know I am excited. A moan escapes my mouth just seeing them both. Jackson grabs the leather whip. It is trailing along the floor, my body wanting it, needing it. Marcus is wearing leather gloves. I watch as he grabs some rope, and watch as he wraps it around my breasts, my moans growing.

Jackson swings a leather flogger down. Jumping, I scream from the sensation. Marcus pulls the rope tighter until my breasts are bound, like mountains but so tight, almost swollen.

Moving out the way, he walks around, grabbing a metal toy, the wires attaching to a box, my body screaming to know what it is. Jackson swings the flogger down across my breasts. I scream. The pain is unreal, yet I love it. Marcus places the