Max Joins.

"Okay," Max said, swallowing hard. "But if she says no or seems uncomfortable, we stop."

Rachel smirked. "Of course, darling. Safeword is 'butterfly'. Remember?"

"How can she say it with the gag?"

"Good point," Rachel smirked, reaching over to remove the gag from Chloe's mouth. "Chloe, are you okay with Max joining us?"

"Fuck yes," Chloe gasped, her eyes locked onto Max's.

Max felt a knot in her stomach loosen as she took in Chloe's eagerness. Rachel's grin grew wider, and she began to caress Chloe's body with the riding crop, leaving faint pink lines in her wake. Max's mind raced as she tried to decide how to process what was happening. Rachel looked over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"You want to take a few wacks?" Rachel offered Max the crop.

Max's hand trembled slightly as she took it. "I... I don't know." She looked at Chloe, who was watching her with a fiery gaze that seemed to be daring her to take the next step. Rachel stepped aside, leaving the stage to Max. The crop felt foreign in her hand, a tool of both power and pleasure that she had never wielded before.

"I trust you Max." Chloe winked.

Max felt a surge of excitement, her body responding to the situation in ways she hadn't anticipated. Rachel was always the one to push boundaries, but there was something about Chloe's willingness that made it all feel... right.

With a deep breath, she took a step forward, the crop feeling surprisingly good in her hand. Rachel handed her the keys to the handcuffs, and she took them with a nod, understanding that she had the power to stop this at any moment. But she didn't want to. She wanted to explore this new dynamic between the three of them.

Max approached Chloe, who was hanging there, **** yet excited. She took another step closer, and the scent of sweat and desire filled the air. Chloe's breath hitched as Max trailed the tip of the crop over her breasts, down her stomach, and lightly brushed it against the inside of her thigh. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

Rachel stepped back, watching intently, her eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and mischief. She knew Max had a gentle soul, but she also knew the allure of power and submission could be irresistible. Max's eyes met hers for a brief moment, and Rachel gave her a nod of encouragement.

Max took another step forward, feeling the weight of Rachel's gaze on her. She looked back at Chloe, whose eyes were pleading, begging her to continue. With a flick of her wrist, she gently tapped the crop against Chloe's clit, and the brunette moaned with pleasure. The sound was like a trigger, unleashing something within Max she didn't know existed.

Rachel's grin grew as Max found her rhythm, her strokes growing more confident with each pass. Chloe's body writhed in the air, her moans filling the junkyard. Max felt a sense of power, a heady mix of dominance and care for her friend. The crop left a trail of red across Chloe's skin, but she didn't stop, her movements becoming more deliberate with each stroke.