Wedding Heat: Swing Low (MFF BDSM)

Wedding Heat 9

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 10,000
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Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!

Neil and Denitsa could be called many things—swingers, fetishists, sex toy connoisseurs, BDSM aficionados—but when they attend their nephew’s wedding, their wild sex life isn’t something they share with the family. Well, that’s not entirely true. After Neil stops off en route to buy a sex swing, fishnet body stockings, a whip and a brand new strap-on, he and Denitsa are eager to invite their sister-in-law Suki to play with their new toys. It’s been years since the three of them have gone to bed together. Does Suki still swing that way?

WARNINGS: This title contains bondage, domination, lesbian sex, anal fetish, sex toys, and MFF ménage.

Wedding Heat: Swing Low (MFF BDSM)
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Wedding Heat: Swing Low (MFF BDSM)

Wedding Heat 9

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 10,000
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Suki was a natural. She’d taken to submission better than anyone Denitsa had helped Neil train. The difference between Suki and so many other women was that she truly wanted to serve. It was her pleasure.

“Will I have to whip both you girls?” Neil asked like a stern but loving father.

“Yes, Tutor.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well, then.” Neil went to the swing and untangled the straps, tossing the stirrups and cuffs around the poles to get them out of the way. There were two wide padded swings hanging down now, and Neil instructed them to lay their bodies down side by side, bums in the air.

“Will the poles support us both?” Denitsa asked. Yes, the contraption seemed sturdy, but the last thing she wanted was four metal bars collapsing on her back.

Neil’s whips didn’t wait for Denitsa to position herself on the swing. They came down hard, slicing the virgin flesh of her thighs. She hissed at the blinding pain of the one errant tail that brushed her pussy, and still she wanted more. The fishnets shielded the surrounding flesh somewhat, but so much of her skin was exposed through the broad holes in the garment that it couldn’t absorb the shock entirely.

“Do my girls not trust me?” Neil asked, falsely taken aback.

“We do, Tutor.”

“We do, Sir.”

“Then do as I say. Get in the swing, side by side.”

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