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  Oh God, I hope so. Lightheaded from the possibility, she glanced at the last significant piece of furniture in the room—the bed. It was huge and sheeted in scarlet satin. A pair of leather restraints dangled from the headboard. A strange metal bar rested near the foot of the mattress. A spreader, maybe? Thank God for her erotic romance education. Otherwise, she’d be clueless about the purpose of at least half of the items in the room.

  She scooted closer to the contraption for a better inspection. Definitely a spreader. If Van and Beau secured her ankles at the opposite ends of the bar, she’d be unable to do anything but let them have their wicked way with her wide open pussy.

  A fresh wave of arousal hitting her, she wobbled and planted her butt on the edge of the mattress. Better get a grip before she did something mortifying—like sprawl in an undignified heap on the carpet.

  Van entered her line of vision and she held out her arms to him. He hauled her up and treated her to a thorough ravaging of her mouth. Moaning, she rucked his jacket from his shoulders. He allowed her the small luxury of removing that one article of clothing from him before he halted the kiss and trailed his fingers along her cheek and collarbone. His eyes practically glowed with a fiery intensity. “We’re going to go over your soft limits in a minute, but first we need to get your punishment out of the way.”

  My punishment? What the hell did that mean? And why was her pussy suddenly infinitely wetter?

  That fact was driven home with even more clarity when Beau joined them, the paddle swinging in his right hand. She shifted her weight and corked a whimper as the pearls tormented her. “Y-you’re going to spank me?”

  Van calmly unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up his sinewy forearms. The deliberateness of his motions riveted her.

  “If you’re going to play with us tonight, Al, it’s by our rules. As our sub, you’re bound by our conditions.” Van took the paddle from Beau and ran his thumb along its rounded edge with taunting slowness. “The biggest one is that you don’t ever purposefully put yourself in danger. This punishment is meant to help remind you of the importance of that rule.”

  She couldn’t tear her focus from the almost lovingly way he was caressing the paddle. “But we haven’t gone over my limits. What if one of them is spanking?” It wasn’t. If anything, knowing she’d soon feel that paddle on her butt was driving her insane with lust. So she had no freakin’ clue why she was playing hard to get when it came to this particular punishment. Because she was embarrassed to admit she wanted it?

  Probably.

  “The spanking is nonnegotiable.” The calm finality underscoring Van’s response left zero room for argument. Still, he must have detected her uncertainty because his expression softened. “I’m not going to hurt you, Al. Trust me.”

  She did. God knows she’d never be able to go through with this with anyone other than him and Beau. “Okay.”

  The smile he doled upon her was warm, intimate, and basically made her long to lick him from head to toe. “Good girl.”

  Something about the way he said those two words stirred strange flutters deep in her core. When he motioned to the bench she almost tripped over her own feet in her eager sprint to reach it.

  A grunt fell from Beau. “I get the distinct feeling this punishment isn’t going to be a hardship for her.”

  She knelt on the end of the bench and glanced at them expectantly. Van gestured for her to turn the other way and grip the padded sides. “If your hands leave that position at any time, I’ll add an extra spank. Remember that.”

  Like there was the remotest chance she wouldn’t. Especially since he’d issued the warning in such a darkly stern tone.

  One of the men’s palms stroked the latex stretched over her rump. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to arch into his touch like a cat. Teasing fingers trailed along her upper thighs, leaving unbearable shivers of anticipation in their wake. Just like with the other hand, she had no idea if it belonged to Van or Beau. Not knowing only added to the naughty thrill. Someone inched her hem upward, the slick fabric an additional tormenting friction upon her skin. The dress slid past her hips and bunched around her waist.

  For several seconds, the only sounds in the room were the uneven pattern of Van’s and Beau’s breathing. A moment later, a gentle tug bumped the pearls in a torturous glide along her sensitized flesh. Her strained gasp popped loose before she could rope it in.

  “I take it back. You’re a very. Bad. Girl.” The deliberate emphasis Van placed on his last three words set her nerve endings to tingle overload. “This sweet little pussy is soaked. How many times did you get yourself off while these beads rolled between your legs?”

  “I-I didn’t.”

  “Don’t lie to me.”

  Luscious shivers hopscotched along her spine. He was absolutely killing her, and he hadn’t even spanked her yet. At this embarrassing rate, she’d orgasm before even getting to the actual sex stuff. “I’m not.” She bit her lip. “I can’t help how wet I am, but I didn’t come, I swear.”

  “You’re close though.” Van’s fingertip—or at least she assumed it was his—strolled through her wetness. The breath-stealing contact was enough to verify how agonizingly correct his statement was. “So close, you probably straddled the line of coming while you were up on that stage.”

  Yeah, not freakin’ likely. She’d been too focused on not succumbing to cardiac arrest at the time. But there was no denying that the image he’d implanted in her mind was scandalously exciting.

  “You’ve earned an additional five spanks, along with the original ten.”

  “W-why?”

  “Your orgasms belong to me and Beau. Not those members down in the dungeon.”

  Belonged to them? That was utterly Neanderthal. And unbearably arousing. “But I didn’t come.” Why was she reminding him of that? Dumbass, he was going to give her five extra spanks. Way to blow it.

  “And if you had it would have meant double the spanks. I’m letting you off easy because you didn’t know better. But you will after this. Won’t you?”

  The silky command in his voice brooked no disobedience from her. She nodded her head briskly.

  “Then we start. Normally you’d be allowed a safe word, but I’m not going to push you to that extreme this time.”

  The “this time” portion of his statement hung heavy in the air, both tantalizing and worrying. She knew neither Van nor Beau would hurt her, but BDSM was often about testing one’s limits. Hence the importance of consenting only to someone she trusted implicitly with her wellbeing. Without a doubt, that was Van and Beau. She wasn’t so foolish though to assume every bit of the experience would be easy for her to do. Even with them.

  As if he’d plugged directly into her concerns, Beau abandoned his station beside Van and parked himself in front of her on the bench. His touch was a reassurance upon her cheek. “Ready?”

  She nodded, and the next instant the paddle thwacked her right butt cheek. The rubberized surface delivered a fiercer sting than she’d expected. Van’s next two whaps were even more uncomfortable and she instinctively wiggled her butt, a maneuver that came with the side benefit of grinding the pearls into her labia. She whimpered.

  Van eased her thong aside, leaving the pearls draped in place, but sliding the one away from her throbbing clit. He continued spanking her, each blow exceedingly frustrating now that she’d been deprived of the glorious friction where she most needed it. The stinging slaps instigated a confusing conflict between her brain and her body. Both cycled relentlessly back and forth on whether to love the intense heat spreading across her abused flesh and the increasing ache building inside her, or pray for the agony to stop.

  She began shaking uncontrollably, tiny sobs clogging in her throat. She didn’t realize she was crying until Beau kissed the dampness from her cheeks. He moved to her mouth, his lips sweetly soft and gentle, his tongue salty with her tears. The paddle drummed into her flesh. Her tormentor. Her savior. Denier and provide
r all rolled into one. The anguished sounds bleating from her didn’t sound remotely like something she could have produced. These desperate, wanton noises were as foreign as the wild need clawing at her.

  Her mind blank beyond appeasing this ravenous beast overtaking her body, she devoured Beau’s mouth with hungry, mewling moans. His hands combed through her hair, a light tug that added an unexpected, exquisite sting to complement the burning sensation in her ass cheeks. It all might have been enough to tumble her over the edge, but the spanks immediately stopped, leaving her suspended on the precipice. She sobbed, her tear-logged eyes overflowing.

  Van wrenched her thong down until it hugged her mid-thigh. An instant later, his tongue swept over her pussy, pausing to flirt with her vaginal opening before slicking onward to the bundle of nerves controlling her every thought. The tiniest flicker of his tongue ignited the fuse to her hovering climax. One firm, rolling tongue kiss centered exclusively on her clit, and she was coming hard and endlessly, each strong, shimmering beat sending a reciprocal spasm through her limbs. Beau held her through the riptide of it, greedily swallowing her cries.

  The last quake ebbed through her and she slumped against Beau, blissful and brain dead. She had minimal time for basking in the glow before Van tugged her thong toward her knees and widened her stance on the bench. She detected the metallic zing of his zipper parting and her pussy immediately reacted with a renewed surge of wetness. A moment later, a hard, small pearled object caressed her clit, whipping up a new batch of devilish tingles. It took a second for her orgasm-fogged brain to recollect the fact that her thong was down around her knees.

  If that wasn’t one of the naughty pearls, then what—

  She double-blinked when the unmistakable velvety underside of Van’s cock furrowed through her wetness, increasing the pressure nudging against her clit. “Holy shit, are you... pierced down there?”

  Van chuckled. “Yeah. You can thank me in about ten seconds, once I get this condom situated.”

  Why in the world would she thank him for having a piercing in his junk?

  She got her answer to that, and in less time than he promised, as his sheathed cock eased its way inside her, his barbell piercing rubbing with tantalizing friction along the inner wall of her pussy. “Oh God, that feels—” She shuddered, her ability to form words disappearing the moment Van slid deeper.

  “I’m not even in the optimal position.” His smoky laugh proved to be a hazard to her sanity. “Wait ‘til you feel my Prince Albert rocking your G spot.”

  Prince Albert Rockin’ her G spot. Oh lord. A fantastic scenario and potential name for a heavy metal band. She could only imagine the cover shot for their debut album.

  Beau snuffed her giggle short by unfastening his belt buckle. She waited, breath held tight while he freed the zipper on his dress khakis. “If you tell me you have a piercing too, so help me, I’m probably going to faint.” Right into his lap. Hopefully with his cock stuffed in her mouth.

  His grin was lopsided and sexier than all get out. “Nope. And now I feel kind of inadequate.” He hiked his boxer briefs down enough to allow room for his cock to come out and play. All nine-plus inches of it.

  Her mouth lost what little moisture it’d possessed. “Irony will get you everywhere, Colton.” Particularly unlimited stage access to her mouth and her pussy.

  Evidently sharing the same wavelength, Beau stroked his luscious length—an open invitation if ever she’d seen one. Leaning down, she covered his fist with hers, coaxing their linked fingers lower while her mouth engulfed his satiny cockhead. The groan that poured from him sent eddies of pleasure rippling over her skin. Van’s cock began pumping into her—slow and deep—kicking the sensations into overdrive. His wicked piercing massaged her relentlessly, quickly transporting her back to that frantic edge where her inner wanton beast woman resided. Pushing Beau’s hand aside, she bobbed her head, taking him as far down her throat as possible before her gag reflex set in. His fingers clenched on her nape, breath catching raggedly in his lungs.

  Van’s fingers traced lightning up along her spine. He wound her hair around his fist, just tight enough to remind her he was there.

  Like she required any reminder. Van was a physical presence everywhere. Deep in her pussy. Swimming in her cells. Burrowed in her heart. Then there was Beau, equally embedded within her system. They were both overwhelming her. Narrowing her world to blissful ecstasy. Taking possession of every tiny corner of her existence, until there was nothing left but this floating nirvana of pure submission.

  She swore they somehow knew the precise second she drifted into the intoxicating dreamy space. Van’s thrusts increased until he was pounding into her pussy, driving her closer and closer to that wall of rapture while Beau’s hips pumped in determined little circles, sliding his saliva-slickened cock faster and faster between the desperate suction of her lips.

  Beau was the first to go over this time, his groan and the spurt of his come over her tongue detonating her orgasm. She broke into a million pieces of mindless sensation. Her pussy contracted, sucking hard and endlessly at Van’s cock. He thickened and pulsed inside her, his strangled shout tangling with her own cries and stringing her climax into a series of ceaseless racking tremors.

  It took an eternity to return to her body and her senses. Considering the wonderful pets and caresses Van and Beau were doling upon her, she didn’t want to break the wonderful bubble she was suspended in. When their aftercare drew to a close, and Van went to dispose of the condom, she sighed in disappointment.

  Until her gaze landed on the suspension cage across the way. Snuggling into Beau’s arms, she tossed Van a mischievous grin and nodded toward the cage. “So…how much trouble do I need to get into to get that for a punishment?”

  Their simultaneous groans earned her chuckle.

  Van glanced at Beau. “You realize we’ve created a monster, right?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  She chewed her lip to keep from smiling.

  Heh. If they thought this was her in full sexual beast mode, they were in for a rude awakening. Because if tonight truly was all she’d get from them, she was damn well gorging on every sinful moment.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Beau reluctantly eased Allie from his arms and lifted to his feet. An uneasy twinge of guilt poked him between the shoulder blades. Fucking amazing as the last half hour had been, he couldn’t deny his and Van’s actions would earn them a severe ass kicking from Eric if he ever caught wind of it.

  And rightfully so.

  Christ. They were supposed to be watching over Allie while Eric was away. Not initiating her into their wild, crazy world of domination.

  But she responded like she was made for it. Made for us. A prickly heat wave coursing through his blood, he mentally replayed the sheer ecstasy on her face while she was being spanked, and then the wanton greediness of her mouth sucking every drop of come from him.

  Truthfully, it was the most erotic experience of his life. And that was saying a lot, considering some of the scenes he’d partaken in here at the club. But none of those had included Allie. Or Van. Apparently, they made all the difference.

  Shit, understatement of the century. Watching Van take control of Allie’s pleasure? Talk about hotter than hell. Even if Beau hadn’t been an active participant in the whole thing, it still would have rocked his world six ways to Sunday.

  Normally, it wouldn’t have been like him to step aside and let Van do all the commanding, much less get off on it the way he did. Everything inside of him wanted to cling to the delusion that it’d merely been one hell of a mastering lesson. A chance to see a more experienced Dom in action, and to possibly learn a thing or two in the process.

  Well, he definitely had. More than he cared to analyze at the moment. Particularly his own twisted response to Van’s domination of Allie. Witnessing her sink into that rapturous state of total submission? It triggered something within him. A dormant yearning that scared the living crap out of him. Sh
e’d beautifully surrendered her will, her trust in him and Van complete and unshakable, and a disturbing recognition had reverberated through his cells.

  Surrender, and free yourself.

  Queasiness anchored in his gut, he ran the back of his hand over his mouth. From the corner of his eye, he caught Van’s intense gaze on him. Determined to block Van from ferreting out the unwelcome cravings harassing his brain, Beau stalked to the paperwork he’d left on the Kama Sutra loveseat. “We’re not doing anything more until we go through the contract. Understood?”

  Van made no comment on the surliness serrating Beau’s voice, but the glimmer of amusement in his eyes hinted that he was plenty aware of the cause for Beau’s edginess. His motions deliberately lazy, Van popped the buttons free on his shirt and shrugged from the garment. Supremely confident in his nakedness, he rested his knee on the padded bench and waved a hand in a magnanimous sweep. “By all means. The floor is all yours.”

  Gritting his teeth at the knowing smirk residing in Van’s tone, Beau tore his focus from the all too intriguing glint of metal beckoning from the slit in Van’s cock. A fucking piercing. Like that was going to help diminish the damn fantasies parading through his head on a daily basis. He flipped to the soft limits section of Allie’s contract. There were only two items on the list—electrostimulation, and blindfolds. That last one surprised the hell out of him. “Blindfolds?” All things considered, it was relatively tame. In fact, he couldn’t recall seeing it on a soft limits list before now.

  She nodded. “I wouldn’t get full visual access to your gorgeous bodies. Not happening.”

  He grunted. “Al, this barely passes for a list.” Thank Jesus he and Van had won the bid. No telling the neck-deep shit she would have landed in otherwise.

  “I haven’t tried any of the other stuff. How am I supposed to know if I’m into it or not?” She tossed him a look like that should be the most obvious thing in the universe.

  Van’s eyebrows winged upward. “You’ve tried electrostimulation before?”