Jesse curled his hands at his side, wanting desperately to touch Emma’s soft skin, run his fingers through the hair hanging down over her face, rest his palm on the back of her head. He wanted to touch Gideon, too. Wanted to feel his muscles flex each time he brought his hand down on Emma’s ass. But Jesse was effectively bound, Gideon’s warning as strong as any cuffs or chains.
Emma’s mouth was hot, each muffled scream vibrating up his shaft and through his balls. And her ass was turning from pink to a dark red, heated and bright against Gideon’s pale hand. He stared at her, transfixed, trying to remember to count. But each slap from Gideon sent too much pleasure and pain and need spiraling through her, and he felt every second of it.
Gideon might have heard the quickening of his breath
