The rules were simple now, the game escalating. Controlled pleasure, meted out by each of us, designed to push her to the brink of oblivion.
“Keegan, three spanks on her ass,” I commanded, my voice sharp and decisive. Keegan responded with a low growl of pleasure and raised his hand again. Crack. Crack. Crack. Each impact was met with a gasp, a whimper, a building chorus of moans from her.
“Kingsley, two on her clit.” Kingsley moved forward, his touch surprisingly gentle initially, then intensifying quickly. She arched her back, a silent scream caught in her throat as his fingers found their target, circling, pressing, teasing. A low moan escaped her lips, higher pitched now, tinged with a different kind of desperation.
“And Kyle, twist her n*****s until she cums.” Kyle’s grin widened i
