Chapter 66: Crosses
*Everyone has a cross to bear, but not everyone can bear a cross. – Whip*
Evie woke up between the two men again. This time she lay on Tank's shoulder and Ink was pressed against her back. She tried to slip out from between them but a leg was thrown over hers and the arms around her tightened.
“Where are you going, pet?” Ink asked quietly.
“I need to pee.” She replied. “And peeing in the bed is a hard no for me.”
“It is for us too, luv.” Tank said as they both released her. She crawled over Ink, since he was closest to the bathroom. He slipped a finger under one of the garter straps. “We’ll have to undress you, when you get back.”
“You have three minutes.” Tank said using the remote to bring the lights up a little more.
Evie dashed to the bathroom and took care of her business. Going back to the bed, she found the two men waiting, each with a whip. She smiled but kept her eyes down.
“You even have a little extra time.” Tank said looking at his watch. “Very well done, luv.” She walked to where he was standing. He lifted her chin and gave her a kiss. “The look on your face says that you like what we have.”
“Yes, Sir.” She said not trying to hide her excitement.
Ink stepped up behind her and put her hair up in a bun. “I know that you can’t hang, can you do a cross?”
“Yes, Sir. I like the cross.” She said and her eyes went to the two crosses.
“Go pick one.” They both told her. The submissive readily did as she was told. She considered the wooden cross with the padding. But settled on the all-metal cross. Stepping up on the platform, she placed her hands on the upper arms.
“Such a naughty girl.” Tank said as they each stepped up and secured her wrists. “Our beautiful naughty girl.”
They both knelt and unhooked the thigh highs. As Tank pulled down the thigh high on his leg, he trailed open mouth kisses down the back of her leg. Ink pulled the black hose down on and inspected the tattooed garter. White lace with detailed shadows made the top and bottom. Around the center it read Daniel Evelyn Cade. There was also a date in March.
It was not jealousy that coursed through him. Instead, it was a desire to have a similar tattoo on the other leg. Briefly, he wondered if they would use their real names or road names. Pushing those thoughts aside, he quickly stripped off the thigh high as Tank settled himself between her legs. Ink positioned her foot and locked the cuff around her ankle.
“Lean back, luv.” Tank told her and guided her to his face. He dove into eating her while Ink unhooked her corset.
“Don’t come until you’re told to.” Ink commanded softly as he removed the black lace and tossed it aside. “Does it feel good? His tongue in your pussy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Makes you want to come on his face?” he asked as he teased her nipples.
“Yes, Sir.” She responded, fighting hard not to come.
“But you’re a good girl, aren’t you? And you’re not going to cum.”
“I’m a good girl, Sir.” She confirmed.
“Yes, you are.” He agreed against the back of her shoulder. “Such a good girl.”
Tank made a motion with his hand before they both helped her to stand up straight. He then stood up and turned her face towards him. Her eyes were completely glazed over as he kissed her. She tasted herself on him.
Pulling back, he caressed her cheek. “Are you okay? Your back isn’t hurting, is it?”
“I’m wonderful, Sir.”
“Yes, luv, you are.” He replied as he and Ink tightened the straps on the cuffs to her wrists. “Ink is going to start with a light whip. We’ll work up to both of us whipping you. Tell me your safe word again.”
“Popsicle, Sir.” She met his eyes. “I trust you, Sirs. I will not need it.”
He smiled at her and ran a thumb over her lips. “I believe you.” He stepped away and nodded to Ink. With the first lash, her back arched and a soft moan escaped her lips. After nine more, he stepped aside and Tank took over for the next ten lashes.
Her back was a beautiful pink with the marks of the lashes being a brighter shade. Before Ink took over again, he changed whips, this one a single tail made of leather. It was easy to pick out the area of her back injury from the scars and they were careful to avoid this area.
Ink crisscrossed her back and buttocks for the next twenty lashes. He stepped back as Tank stepped up with a similar whip. The tail on his whip was slightly larger. With the second lash she cried out louder than she had been. Her already shallow breath became more ragged with each lash. As they began to alternate strikes against her back a single tear rolled down her cheek.
“Sirs!” she called out to them. “Please!”
“Do we need to stop?” Tank asked as Ink’s whip slashed across her back.
“No, Sir.” She answered as the other whip slid across her back.
“Tell us what you need.” Ink ordered as he brought it down across her butt cheeks.
“Please, Sirs.” She begged as they kept up with their strikes. “I need to come.”
The men looked at each other and pulled their whips in. Tank reached her first and ran a hand over her throbbing core.
“Yes, you do, luv.” Tank agreed as Ink knelt behind her and licked her juices off her inner thigh. “What do you say? Has our naughty girl been good enough to come?”
“Can you take us both, pet?” Ink asked undoing the cuffs on her ankles.
“Yes, Sirs.” She purred as Tank released her wrists.
“Such a lovely, naughty girl.” Tank said as he picked her up carefully. Her whole body vibrated against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. His cock teased her as he carried her to the bed. Ink met him there, handing him a condom. Tank sat on the bed with his legs off the edge.
He carefully held her off of him as he rolled the condom on. Shifting her legs, he laid back, keeping her legs to the sides. Her bare chest was against his, and his large hands on her thighs. Ink stepped between Tank's legs and grabbed Evie’s hips.
“Come on back, pet.” Ink encouraged as they guided her back, both of their cocks easily sliding into her drenched pussy. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
“Come for us, luv.” Tank murmured in her ear. Evie quit fighting and gave into her release. Her walls pulsed around them making both men groan. Her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm. Burying her face in Tank’s chest, she screamed out her pleasure.
“Let us hear you, pet.” Ink said as they both started moving. “No more holding back.”
“Keep coming, luv." Tank added as he tugged her hair down and then turned her face so that he could look at her. “So beautiful when you come for us.”
Her next orgasm began building before she had completely settled down. She began moving with them, taking them deeper with each thrust. Her moans and cries urged them on. Not fighting or resisting her orgasms, she gave into them and rode them without coming down completely.
“Oh, fuck, baby.” Tank said pulling her to him and kissing her as he came. Her walls clamped around them and Ink found his release also.
