“I’m fine.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying. I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“Do you want to leave?”

No, I just want the image of your hand up Doreen’s twat bleached from my mind. “Not until after Mac gets to play.”

He studied her for a moment. “Okay. Would you like to help me with him?”

That little nugget was enough to surprise her out of her funk.

“Help?”

His lips curved into a smile. “You’ll be the first person I’ve ever had help me top him. It’s going to be intense for him tonight, regardless. You won’t get safeword rights. All you can do if you can’t take it is step away out of the scene. I owe him a big one though, and I want him to enjoy it.”

Her mouth dried. “What do I have to do?”

“What I tell you to do.”

It would take her mind off her jealousy. “Like what?”

He shrugged, his face clouding for a moment. That’s when his gaze dropped to his hands. “There are things I don’t do for him, even under boat rules.” He looked at her. “If you want to, I’ll let you.”

For someone who normally acted pretty straightforward, his waffling behavior was starting to piss her off. “Just say it.”

“I’m not going to lie to you. I’m going to savage him pretty brutally. He needs it. He expects it. It would make it even better for him if you’d go down on him. He loves you. It would send him into orbit. I’m not gagging him tonight, so he’s going to cry, and he’s going to scream.”

Her heart pounded. Sully’s eyes focused on her, trying to read her reaction.

She nodded.

“Good.” He stood and offered her his hand. “Let’s take care of our boy.”

The trapeze bar, as she thought of it, lay vacant again. Mac emerged from the dressing room with their duffel bags. He’d changed clothes.

Well, clothes being a relative term because he was naked except for his collar, suspension cuffs like the ones she’d worn, and a leather harness around his waist that ran between his legs.

Clarisse stood leaning against the wall where Sully had left her.

Mac’s eyes held hers as Sully adjusted the bar height and hooked Mac to it. She realized he used different straps with Mac than he had with her. They still had panic snaps, but configured differently, where Mac couldn’t reach them to release himself. Sully also cranked the bar much higher than he had for her, so Mac’s arms were tightly stretched high over his head.

Mac didn’t look away from her until Sully put a blindfold on him.

He whispered into Mac’s ear. She watched as Mac’s cock, fitted through a ring in the harness, slowly inflated. He rotated his left wrist, the whole cuff twisting.

Sully continued talking to him as he slid a hand across Mac’s chest. He twisted first one nipple ring, then the other.

Mac’s cock stood fully erect.

Letting his hand slowly trail down Mac’s abs, Sully gripped Mac’s cock and squeezed, hard. Mac winced, but nodded. “Yes, Master,” she heard him say.

Sully stepped away from Mac and unbuttoned his shirt, then draped it over a nearby chair where he’d laid out several vicious looking implements. He motioned Clarisse over to him.

He leaned in and whispered, “Take off your shoes, sweetie.”

She gratefully kicked them off.

“You stand in front of him. I want you to play with his nipples, rake your nails over him, but don’t go near his cock and balls until I tell you to. You can kiss him too, if you want. When I’m ready, I’ll point at the floor, and then you can go down on him. Don’t do it sooner.” He reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.”

“Do you want a towel to spit in?”

Time to dish a little back at him. “I’ll take a towel, but I’m a good girl. I swallow.”

Sully’s lips pressed together before he burst out laughing and hugged her. “I love you, sweetie. You’re adorable.”

She stood in front of Mac and waited for Sully to get into position.

Sully leaned forward and softly spoke in Mac’s ear. “I have a surprise for you, slave. You get punishment and a reward tonight.”

Mac cocked his head toward Sully’s voice but didn’t ask questions. Clarisse heard Sully’s bare hand strike Mac’s ass. Mac’s jaw tensed, but he didn’t make a sound.

When she reached out and gently brushed her fingers against his nipple rings, he gasped, startled. “Clarisse?”

She leaned in and kissed him. Sully stepped up the tempo and strength of his blows as he reddened Mac’s ass with his hand. As she twisted Mac’s nipples harder, he softly moaned.

Sully switched to a heavy flogger, striking Mac’s back and shoulders as well as his thighs. She drew her nails across his flesh, not hard, but enough to coax noises out of him that Sully’s strikes didn’t.

Even though she was aware of people standing around watching, her eyes never left Mac’s face. His mouth parted, his tongue occasionally flicking out to lick his lips during a lull in Sully’s strokes. At one point Sully stopped. He stepped behind Mac, tightly grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

“Where are we, slave?”

“Green, Master,” he gasped.

Sully bit his neck, hard, leaving a mark behind. Then he took a bottle of water and held it to Mac’s lips, let him have a sip before he started in on him again. He switched to a paddle, the loud strikes making Clarisse wince in sympathy. Next came a riding crop. Mac couldn’t help but respond at this point, twisting against the blows, mixed sounds of pain and pleasure flowing from him. Sully switched to a cane. That’s when Mac’s cries turned anguished even as his cock throbbed hard between his legs, drops of clear pre-come coating the engorged head.

“Do not come, slave,” Sully firmly commanded as he savaged Mac’s ass with the rattan cane. “Do not come or I will use this on your fucking cock.”

Mac jerked against the restraints, the equipment rattling, his fingers tightly wrapped around the bars inside the suspension cuffs, but he didn’t call red.

“Who do you belong to?” Sully barked.

“You, Master.”

“What are you?”

“I’m your slave, Master. I belong to you.”

“Who does this ass belong to?”

“You!”

Mac’s face twisted in pain with each stroke. When Clarisse rubbed her thumbs over his nipples, Mac gasped with need.

Sully took several hard strokes with the cane, harder than the others, before he stepped close again.

“How are we?”

Mac panted for breath. He rotated his left hand.

“Say it.”

He finally did, even though his voice sounded low and slurred.

“Green, Master.”

Sully immediately started on him again with the cane. She pressed her lips to Mac’s, surprised when he eagerly kissed her back, fiercely, as if she offered and relief from the onslaught.

She felt his moans against her tongue even as he kissed her, until Sully finally ended the set with the cane.

Sully spoke again. “Girl, do not step to either side of him without raising your hand first to let me know you are.” That was all the warning she had before she heard the loud crack of a whip. Mac screamed, jumping, straining against the restraints and rattling the entire bar again.

Sully stepped in and pushed Mac’s feet farther apart with his. “Do not move, slave. You earned punishment, remember?”

Another crack, and Mac screamed again, his head dropping to Clarisse’s shoulder.

“Safeword if you have to, slave,” Sully commanded.

Mac rotated his left hand.

Sully grinned. “I didn’t think you would.” He struck him four more times. “Safeword yet?”

Mac rotated his left hand even as his hips thrust in empty air, his cock rigid and nearly purple.

Sully adjusted his position and started regularly timed strokes.

Mac cried out, cried, shivered. Clarisse cupped the back of his neck with her hand, cradled his head on her shoulder as best she could, tried to soothe him as he screamed with each stroke.

Sully stopped after a few minutes. “Step back, girl,” Sully softly ordered.

Reluctant to let Mac go, she did. Sully walked around the front of Mac and grabbed his chin. “Surrender yet? Want me to continue?”

He rotated his wrist.

“Say it!” Sully yelled at him as he released Mac’s chin.

Mac’s head hung, sweat dripping from him. “Green,” he muttered, his voice slurred.

Sully grabbed Mac’s hair and pulled his head up. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck you! Green!”

Clarisse gasped, worried. Mac’s answer seemed to amuse Sully though. He ruffled Mac’s hair and kissed him. “Have it your way, slave.” He returned to his position behind Mac, waited for Clarisse to resume her position, and viciously started in on him again. Mac screamed, strained against the restraints as tears ran down his face.

Each blow ripped another ragged howl from Mac. Before long, he was swearing at Sully and calling him every filthy name in the book and then some as he yanked on the restraints.

But he didn’t safeword. Sully dished the insults back to him as good as he took them, interspersed with taunts to safeword.

Mac’s standard response to that: “Fuck you! Green!”

He was still screaming when Sully stepped closer and, almost without missing a beat, switched to a riding crop and locked eyes with Clarisse.

He pointed to the floor.

Still stunned from what she’d witnessed, she dropped to her knees in front of Mac and swallowed his cock, wanting to give him some measure of enjoyment.

Sully yelled, “Come now, slave!” He savaged Mac’s ass with rapid-fire blows.

Mac’s hips bucked against her face as his cock swelled and his hot juices exploded from him, pouring down her throat almost faster than she could keep up. When he went limp in the restraints she worried he’d passed out, but Sully was already there with a blanket, wrapping it around him, supporting him. He pulled Mac’s blindfold off.

Sully face was an unreadable mask, his voice hoarse. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Help me unhook him.”

She jumped to her feet and ran over to the switch to lower the bar so she could reach the straps. Mac cried, sobbing in Sully’s arms.

When the bar was low enough for her to reach, she unhooked the straps. Sully draped Mac’s arm over his shoulders and his own around Mac’s waist and half dragged the larger man away.

“Bring our stuff,” he called over his shoulder.

She quickly gathered their things and ran after them to the dressing room.

Sully had Mac seated on one of the benches. He was slumped over, his head in Sully’s lap, no longer crying but he shivered.

Clarisse hadn’t put her shoes back on yet. Sully glanced at her.

“Please bring me a bottle of water.” She ran for one and brought it to him. Sully twisted the top off and cupped Mac’s head in one hand, lifted it enough he could place the bottle against Mac’s lips. “Drink, buddy,” Sully ordered, his tender tone the polar opposite of the one he’d used during the vicious beating.

Mac took a small sip.

“No, Brant,” Sully said. “More. You need to drink.”

Mac finally did, then rested his head in Sully’s lap. He still didn’t open his eyes.

Sully nodded toward one of the duffel bags. “There should be a pair of shorts and a T-shirt in there. Get those, please. And a towel, and the zip-top bag with the ointment and stuff in it.”

She found them. “Where do you want them?”

“Bathroom.” Once she placed the items on the counter in there, Sully carefully nudged Mac to his feet and guided him into the bathroom.

He closed the door. She felt her heart fall at being shut out.

Sully called out. “Clarisse?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought you were right behind us. Come here.”

Her soul lightened as she stepped in with them and locked the door behind her. Mac stood, albeit dangerously swaying on his feet and leaning on the counter for support. His eyes were still closed.

“Get the harness off him, babe,” Sully quietly ordered.

She did, working by feel under the blanket and trying to be careful of his back. Sully peeled the blanket up and let out a low hiss.

“Fuck, Brant. Why the hell didn’t you safeword?”

“I didn’t need to,” he replied, his voice still sounding slurred.

Clarisse started to look. Sully touched her shoulder and shook his head. “Not tonight, babe. Sit on the counter and let him lean on you.

Keep your eyes closed.”