“Alrighty, then.” Kevin looked over the selection of floggers, taking them down one at a time, testing the weight in his hand and giving them experimental swings. He finally settled on one with long, thick, leather tresses. He turned and held it up to Taren.
“Works for me,” Taren said and waved at Ian.
Using slow, even strokes, Kevin swiped the tresses across Ian’s shoulder blades then down his back. He used quick, sharp hits along Ian’s rear then over the backs of Ian’s thighs. With every hit, Ian squirmed and groaned. Each breathy exhale from Ian shot through Taren, making the heat rise in his chest. The real craving came from watching Kevin with Ian. Seeing the marks form on Ian’s body, a result of Kevin’s movements, was a different and very unexpected thrill compared to when Taren he
