Do Better

Helena Locke steps into the dungeon. She sees what she already knew: Cedar Parker and Pierce Paris, both strapped to posts, both waiting for what’s coming. They fucked up. She’s about to make sure they know it. She starts on them fast, flogger in one hand, crop in the other. Each strike lands hard. Skin jumps. Bodies twitch. But she’s watching close, reading every reaction, and it’s Cedar who cracks first. So Helena turns on him. Cedar’s fair skin lights up under the whip. Helena keeps him there, taking more. Then she orders them both to bite down and rip a line of clothespins off each other’s chests. Teeth tear the line free. Pain rips through. Pierce takes it steady. Cedar doesn’t. Helena notices. She leaves Pierce tied where he is and focuses every bit of her attention on Cedar. She works him over with the crop until he’s shaking. Then she uses Pierce like a living toy—strokes him, keeps him hard, makes him watch while she overloads Cedar with both pleasure and pain. Cedar’s cock stays thick and aching. Helena keeps him right on the edge until she finally lets him spill. Pierce follows right after. They’ve come. That doesn’t mean they’re done paying.