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  Al’s expression turned sheepish. “No, but I once got zapped plugging my hairdryer into an outlet, and I didn’t love it. At all.”

  His lips twitching, Van rubbed Allie’s shoulder. “Electrostimulation is an entirely different beast. For starters, no hairdryers involved, usually.”

  Allie divided a pointed stare between them. “See what I mean? I’m a complete ignoramus when it comes to any of this.”

  Beau raked his fingers through his hair. There were a million and one ways this could go bad. And that wasn’t even factoring in the complication of Eric. He glanced at Van. “Maybe we should keep this strictly vanilla.”

  Every square inch of her face stamped with obstinacy, Allie tugged her pearl thong into place and jumped to her feet. “You did not just suggest that, Colton.”

  “It’s for your own good. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he pointed out calmly.

  Fire flashed in her gaze. “It’s my decision to make, not yours. Just because my brother treats me with kid gloves doesn’t mean I’m going to go along with you doing it too.”

  “Damn it, that isn’t what I’m doing.”

  Her chin adopted a stubborn slant. “Would you play it vanilla with any other woman you brought up here?”

  He shook the papers bunched in his fist. “If she had a half-assed contract like this, you better believe it.”

  Tears brimmed on her eyelashes, negating the ferocity of her expression. “I don’t want vanilla. Not if it means you’re giving me some fake versions of yourselves.”

  Once again he felt the heat of Van’s scrutiny ambushing him. Ignoring it, Beau crossed to Allie, intent on making her see the wisdom of not venturing into dark pleasures she didn’t fully comprehend. But damn if he could keep his head straight with how fucking delectable she looked with those knockout tits of hers quivering in tandem to her indignant breaths. Forcibly yanking his attention upward, he caressed her cheek, whisking aside one of the tears that’d broken ranks and trailed toward her jaw. “We wouldn’t be.”

  She stared into his eyes, her own gleaming with a challenge. “You were hard as a baseball bat while Van spanked me. Don’t even pretend you didn’t enjoy it.”

  His whole body overheated at the memory. He sucked in a deep breath, scrambling for the willpower and sanity he desperately needed to get him through this night. “I won’t. But it also doesn’t mean it’s the only way I like sex, Al. Paddles and whips aren’t mandatory to get me aroused.”

  She licked her lips. “How about restraints?”

  You’re going to be the death of me. Tuning out Van’s chuckle, Beau wiped his perspiring forehead. “You’re not getting the point of this conversation.”

  “No, I am. I just don’t see the purpose of it, seeing how I want to do all the stuff that I darn well know you and Van are in to. If I was after vanilla I would have resigned myself to boring orgasm-less sex with my exes.” She stacked her arms underneath the bountiful weight of her breasts, the gesture tipping her nipples upward in rosy invitation. “If you’re dead set against indulging my desire for kink, I’m sure I can find someone around here not so bullheadedly obtuse.”

  It took a second for her statement to break past his fascination with her pert nipples. Jerking his focus to her face, he scowled. “Like hell you will.”

  “Funny, I’m fairly certain a second ago you refused to have anything to do with my contract. If I’m not mistaken, that makes me a free agent.” She started for the exit and squeaked when he hauled her to a stop against his chest.

  “Oh, you are definitely mistaken.” Palming the lushness of her left breast, he ducked his head and nipped her earlobe warningly. “Furthermore, walking out that door will get you spanked hard enough you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

  Craning her head to look at him, she offered a toothy smile. “Okay.”

  He groaned and dropped both hands to her waist. “Damn it, Al. What are we going to do with you?”

  “Um, fuck me in the suspension cage because I’ve been a naughty girl?” Her expression teetered between hopeful and innocent. It took a herculean effort on his part, but he managed to snuff his chuckle. He wasn’t about to give her any encouragement that would result in her tackling him to the floor or something equally diabolical.

  Van abandoned the loveseat and stepped forward. Pinning Allie in place with a reproachful look, he tucked a loose auburn strand behind her ear. “Sweetheart, what you’re doing right now is called topping from the bottom.”

  “Is that bad?”

  “What do you think?”

  She returned Van’s droll question with a heavy sigh. “I wouldn’t try to control the situation if you’d stick to your end of the bargain. Tonight is supposed to be a free pass for us. No limitations or playing it safe and vanilla. I want to be uninhibited with you both, and explore that uncharted side of my sexuality. Please don’t deny me this chance.”

  He and Van exchanged a look. Misgivings continued to fester in Beau, but her heartfelt plea tugged at him. Really, what right did he and Van have to undermine what she wanted to do with her own body? And at least she could trust them. They wouldn’t take advantage of her newness to the BDSM scene or hurt her. Could the same be said for any man she might proposition outside this room? Not fucking likely.

  Then there was the indisputable fact that he’d castrate any dude who’d try to hook up with Allie tonight. Unreasonable of him? Probably. But there you go.

  Judging from the fierce set of Van’s features, he was engaging in similar thoughts. “Okay, no vanilla. But there will also be no more topping from the bottom on your end. Not without repercussions you won’t like. Are we clear on that?”

  “Yes.”

  Van folded his arms over his chest, his gaze assessing. “Yes what?”

  “Yes…Van?”

  “Nope. Wrong answer.”

  Her eyes widened a fraction. “You don’t really expect me to call you Master, do you?”

  “As long as you’re servicing my cock, damn straight you will.”

  A noticeable shiver trembled through Allie. Unable to resist the potent allure of her straining nipples, Beau charted a path up along her ribcage. He cupped her breasts and feathered their peaked tips with his thumbs. Her breath snaring in her throat, she glanced up at him. “Let me guess, I’m supposed to call you Master Number Two?”

  “Nah. Big Beau will suffice. Don’t think your vibrator will mind me usurping its title for one night.” He gave her nipples a playful tweak that earned another of her sexy wiggles. She melted into him, her arms lifting to wrap around his neck as she sagged against him.

  His expression wicked, Van lowered his head and taunted the engorged nub of her nipple with the tiniest flick of his tongue. As predicted, Allie arched toward Van’s teasing mouth, only to mewl in frustration when he moved out of reach.

  “First lesson in obeying your masters? We control your pleasure.” Van tilted Allie’s chin upward with his knuckle, ensuring she locked gazes with him. “No amount of begging or cajoling will earn your reward until we’re ready to give it to you. If you come, it will be because we decide you will. Understood?”

  “Y—yes, Master,” Allie answered breathlessly.

  “Good girl.” Van ghosted his thumb along the plump bow of her bottom lip before easing the digit inside her mouth. “Now show me what you’d do if this was my cock.”

  A hum of ecstasy rolling from her, Allie bobbed her head, unabashedly performing the raunchiest finger fellatio in recorded history. All too aware of the devastating skill of her mouth, Beau bit back a groan. His damn dick decided to add to the torture by thickening behind the snug imprisonment of his briefs.

  “Those lips are gonna feel like heaven around my cock, sugar. But first I need another taste of this pretty little pussy.” Van hunkered in front of Allie and removed her naughty pearl thong before he spread her open with his middle and index fingers. He leisurely swabbed his tongue along her glistening flesh, the slick so
und of his feasting verifying how wet she was, and instigating a slow smolder through Beau.

  He hungered to bury himself deep inside her until every inch of his cock was thoroughly bathed in her liquid heat. His fingers taking up where Van’s left off on her nipples, Beau slid an open-mouthed kiss along the slope of Allie’s neck, relishing the sweetness of her. She was the essence of sin and innocence—a complete contradiction that only made her that more of a lethal opponent to his willpower.

  It was fucking useless. He couldn’t resist her.

  She squirmed and gasped, her nails raking through his hair in a pleading show for mercy. No way in hell she was getting it. Not after the stunt she’d pulled tonight. And definitely not when he was riding the edge like this.

  Combing his fingers through her hair, he tugged her head back, leaving the arch of her throat exposed and vulnerable. He dipped his tongue into that tender hollow where her neck and collarbone met, and her pulse practically leaped from her skin. She jolted and he gave a warning pinch to her nipples. A whimper escaped her, followed by a helpless bleat when he and Van immediately halted their tag team efforts on her writhing body.

  Her hips wiggled against Beau in frantic desperation. “That sound didn’t mean I wanted you to stop.”

  Beau gave her nipple a devilish flick. “Yeah, we know.”

  “Argh! You two are total rat bastards.”

  Van chuckled. “I believe you meant to say Master rat bastards.” Gripping the hem of Allie’s skin-tight dress, he shimmied the clingy latex down her legs and helped her step out of it. “You ready to try out that suspension cage now?”

  “What are you talking about? I’ve been ready for the last freakin’ half hour.” A grumpy sigh snuck from her when Van folded his arms in front of him, obviously waiting for the proper response from her. “I mean yes, please, Master Rat Bastard.”

  “I’m going to give your mouth something better to occupy it than sass me.” His lips curving in amusement, Van led Allie to the elaborate metal cage in the corner and indicated for her to kneel in front of him. He lifted her hands above her head and secured them with the leather wrist restraints hanging nearby. “Maybe not as good as taping them behind your back, but it’ll do for now.”

  Excitement radiating from her pores, Allie moaned softly and leaned forward, her spine curving with a beautiful stretch of her torso. Beau sucked in a breath at the enticing picture she presented. It was as if the second Van put her into the pose, a natural submissiveness clicked in place inside her. She didn’t fight it all. Didn’t struggle to reassert a semblance of control. No, she gave herself one hundred percent to their will.

  Van brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes, his reverential touch revealing that he too recognized the incredible gift of Allie. She looked up at him, the sheer happiness residing on her face absolutely breathtaking.

  An odd, bittersweet ache filled Beau’s heart. After tonight, she wouldn’t—couldn’t—look at them with that level of surrender. Their return to the real world outside these walls would signal a retreat to the safety zone of friendship. Time would eventually fade the erotic memories they created in this room. Or at least he prayed it would. God knows, he was going to have a hard enough job ahead of him resisting her.

  Van stroked her jaw before gripping his cock and teasing her mouth with the velvety gland. Her tongue caught the droplet of clear fluid weeping from the slit and spread it around, earning an appreciative groan from Van. With a slight flex of his hips, he eased past her lips, his other hand moving to cradle the back of her head. Cheeks hollowing, she eagerly accepted roughly half of Van’s length before he withdrew in a slow glide. When his barbell piercing came into view she toggled the rounded end with the tip of her tongue.

  Grinning at Van’s broken exhalation, she dutifully waited for the next slick advance of his shaft. The determined set of his jaw hinting that he was more than happy to oblige her mute request, Van tensed his glutes and began fucking her mouth with the same unhurried, slower-than-molasses tempo he’d used before.

  Sweat blanketing him, Beau kicked off his dress shoes and stripped out of his shirt, khakis, and briefs. Both Allie’s and Van’s hungry gazes ate him alive as he approached. Choosing not to dwell on how his skin tingled as much from Van’s hot interest as Allie’s, Beau traced the insides of her raised arms. The warm, wet haven of her mouth enveloped him the second his fingers enclosed her bound wrists. Shuddering, he relished each languorous sweep of her tongue, his hips quickly matching the rhythm of her motions. He tried to tune out the persuasive heat of Van’s open appraisal for as long as possible, but eventually, the silent summons became impossible to resist. Glancing up, his gaze collided with Van’s undeniably smoky one.

  Still holding Beau’s stare, Van wound the silky curtain of Allie’s hair around his fist and expertly guided her head, controlling the depth and speed of her questing mouth. When the muscles in Beau’s abdomen tensed, Van slowed Allie another pace and flashed a smile that made Beau’s skin flush. “Use a little teeth. He fucking loves that.”

  “Like hell I do.” He groaned, his knees shaking as Allie immediately obeyed Van’s command by lightly grazing the sensitive underside of Beau’s cockhead.

  A smirk homesteaded Van’s face. “Goddamned liar.”

  He had no clue how Van had concluded that observation about him. Bottom line, he didn’t fucking want to know. Acknowledging Van was right about the teeth issue would only open the Pandora’s Box of other things he might be on the money about. And Beau sure as hell didn’t want to go there.

  Van coaxed Allie with another firm yet gentle nudge of his hand, pulling her entirely away from Beau’s cock. She licked her lips and looked up at him and Van, her wide expressive eyes still shining with that unreserved joy that did funny things to Beau’s gut.

  Van lowered onto his haunches and offered her a tender kiss before caressing her cheek. “Such a good girl. You’ve earned a reward. Where would you like his mouth?”

  Every instinct in Beau screamed at him to rebel at Van’s sneaky maneuvering into the role of Top. Any other Dom most likely would have halted the scene right there and put Van square in his place with a right hook to the jaw. But Beau was beyond desperate to put his mouth any damn where Allie wanted it—a fact that Van was all too aware of, and not above using to his advantage, wily motherfucker.

  Returning Beau’s glare with an annoyingly serene look, Van rubbed Allie’s spine. “I think you should request that sulky mouth to service your pussy. Might improve his disposition.”

  You’re going to pay for this, asshole. After delivering the silent threat to Van, Beau transferred his attention to Allie. His irritation at Van’s heavy-handedness instantly fled in the face of Allie’s lush femininity. Jesus. She was the living definition of sexy, and everything he craved to the marrow of his bones. It didn’t matter that he’d broken every bro code in the book by touching her. He had to taste her everywhere. Now. He didn’t even care that he was ultimately giving Van precisely what he wanted. If it meant getting to feast on Allie to his heart’s content, well, it wasn’t exactly a hardship, was it?

  He moved toward her, but Van stalled him with a look. Beau bristled at the unspoken command. Damn it, he wasn’t Van’s sub. So why was he putting up with this bullshit?

  Because it excites you. He longed to dispute the alarming truth in that realization, but the rush of adrenaline zip-lining through his blood made a mockery of that possibility. When Allie spread her legs in blatant invitation, Beau dove for her pussy with a delirious groan, his personal battle over Van’s domination temporarily shoved to a distant corner of his mind.

  Mindful of the strain on her arms, he carefully hiked her up onto his shoulders. Van steadied her, freeing Beau to concentrate solely on her pleasure. He buried his tongue inside her pussy, her wetness gliding over his taste buds like the sweetest honey. His hungry growls muffled against her slick flesh, he ate her with more gluttonous determination than finesse. Judging from Al’s litany of
ecstatic gasps, she was okay with his technique. Damn good thing, because his only focus was on making her come. Hard.

  “Beau. God.” Her feet drummed his back before her toes dug into his lower lumbar, the long, smooth muscles of her inner thighs tensing. Slipping his tongue from her pussy, he plowed his tongue upward and flicked at her clit. She arched, hips jerking, and he slid his hands to her ass the precise moment she bucked against him with a strangled scream. He greedily lapped at her pulsing clit, devouring each aftershock of her orgasm.

  “So. Fucking. Good.” With that whispered praise, he gently untangled Allie’s legs from his neck and guided her back onto her knees. One glance at Van revealed he was plenty pleased with the outcome of his demands. He stroked his thick, erect cock, the motion indulgent and far too enticing.

  For one breath-stealing second, Beau swore Van was about to reward him for good behavior. A fresh coat of sweat beading his forehead, he stared at the fat promise of Van’s cock. The next instant, Van let go of his dick and reached for Allie, effectively dispelling the odd moment.

  “Here, let’s get you situated, baby.” Van helped her to stand and tightened the slack on her wrist restraints before clipping the accompanying foot stirrups in place and instructing her to step into them. A few minor adjustments and Van had her optimally positioned.

  For what, Beau didn’t entirely know. With Van calling the shots, it was bound to be something that’d likely result in Beau blowing out a damn nut.

  Van stroked his fingers over Allie’s goose-pebbled skin. Pausing to massage her breasts, he openly admired his handiwork. “You look gorgeous. What’s the biggest object you’ve had in your pussy?”

  Considering the question came out of left field, Allie appeared justifiably befuddled. “Err…a vibrator?”

  “What size?”

  She blinked, the confusion on her face downright adorable. “Smaller than either of you.”

  “We’ll have to do something about that if you’re going to be able to take me and Beau at the same time.”