by Shayla Black
It was hard to hear her over the waterfall, so Beck took her by the hand and led her out of the cave, into the late-afternoon sunshine. “Because we’re clever.”
Seth followed, holding her other hand. “It’s kind of my job, angel. We’ve been stalking you for hours.”
“Dang it. I’ll have to be more creative with the photos I text you tomorrow.”
“You can try.” Beck chuckled.
“In fact, we want you to,” Seth added with a sly grin. “But don’t be surprised when we track you down again.”
“We’ll see.” She slanted them a challenging glare.
Oh, she would be so pissed if she ever discovered that little chip inside her necklace. Still, if it weren’t for Seth’s paranoia, they might be combing the crowd at Sea World now instead of smiling at her adorable sass.
They wandered the park until sunset approached. As talk turned to dinner, they made their way to the cars. Heavenly handed Beck his keys. She had no clue how her submissive gesture impacted him.
With Heavenly seated beside him, he and Seth caravanned to Hotel Del Coronado, where Beck had booked them a waterside villa. Once in their suite, Heavenly disappeared into the bathroom to freshen up and change.
“We should game plan for tonight,” Beck suggested.
“She’s happy right now. I say we keep the conversation light, read her cues, adjust accordingly…then see what pops up.”
“I already know what’s going to pop up.” Beck smirked. “Us.”
“Especially with these.” Seth plucked the lacy gift they’d purchased for their girl before leaving LA from his bag and shoved it into his pocket.
Beck’s cock stirred just imagining the next hour or two.
“Sorry that took a while,” Heavenly apologized as she stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a gauzy dress in a color almost identical to her natural skin tone. He had to do a double-take to make sure she wasn’t naked. The spaghetti straps clung to her delicate shoulders and dipped to a low vee that ended in a wide strip of lace under her breasts. The final ruffle brushed against the middle of her thigh, leaving the rest of her legs exposed.
He almost swallowed his tongue. Beside him, Seth looked ready to drool.
“Are you two as famished as I am after all that walking?”
His stomach wanted food…but his cock was far hungrier for her.
“You’re staring and not answering.” Heavenly eyed them. “I-is this okay to wear? I’m covered. The dress isn’t see-through.”
“You look beautiful, angel.” Seth’s growl sounded raspy.
“Gorgeous,” Beck praised as his cock strained.
Each pressed a palm to the small of her back as they escorted her from the villa, then strode down the walkway across the beach, toward the back of the hotel. When Heavenly saw the restaurant facing the ocean, her whole face lit up.
The maître d’ led them to a table with a killer view of the water. Tall, leafy shrubs provided ample privacy.
As they studied the menus, Beck tried to tamp down his impatience, but with Heavenly so close, her scent teasing his senses, she was almost impossible to resist. He softly scraped his teeth over her shoulder. Seth slid his hand up her thigh. When a tremor shook her, Beck couldn’t help but smile.
They wasted no time ordering. While they waited for the food and drinks, Heavenly showed them the rest of the pictures she’d taken at the zoo. Then they shared tempting bites of steak and seafood, along with groans of gustatory delight.
“I’m enjoying this game of chase. Thank you for playing with me.” The briny breeze tugged stray curls free from her bun to caress her neck. “I haven’t had a whole day to myself to just have fun since I was a kid.”
“You were long overdue.” Seth swiped a finger through the whipped cream of her abandoned dessert. With a gleam in his eye, he painted it across her bottom lip before cupping her nape and turning her face up to his. Heavenly already looked breathless by the time he dragged his tongue over her waiting mouth.
Watching raptly, Beck slid his hand beneath the tablecloth and up her silky thigh until the heat emanating from her pussy warmed his fingers.
The waiter returned with his receipt. “Can I get you anything else?”
Heavenly tensed and tried to wriggle free from their hold.
Oh, she wasn’t going anywhere.
Beck made that clear when he pressed his fingers directly against her sodden panties while Seth deepened the kiss, plunging ruthlessly inside her sweet mouth. The young man clearly tried not to stare.
“Privacy,” Beck said with an affable smile. “We’d like to enjoy the, um…view of the water for a bit.”
The waiter’s lips twitched in understanding. “Of course, sir.”
Once he’d gone, Seth let Heavenly up for air. She gaped and tried to look mad…but the blush spreading across her cheeks matched the stunned smile curling her swollen lips. “You’re very bad men.”
“You have no idea…” Beck drawled.
“Still? Even after everything you’ve done to me?”
“Tip of the iceberg,” Seth assured with a cocky grin.
She closed her eyes with a little laugh, inhaled a deep, salty breath, then blew it out with a contented sigh. “What have I gotten myself into?”
“The kind of trouble you’re going to love,” Beck promised. “Did Seth’s kiss feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I have something that will feel even better.” The PI withdrew a pair of black crotchless panties and spread them across the white linen tablecloth, fingering the string of pearls that bisected the bold slit.
Heavenly’s eyes widened, her fingers following his over the glistening pearls. “Oh, wow. These are unusual but really pretty. Thank you.”
As she wrapped her arms around Seth’s wide chest, Beck couldn’t hold back his laughter. The PI failed miserably, too.
Heavenly zipped a stare between them. “Okay, what am I missing here?”
“You don’t understand how these work, do you, little girl?” Beck asked.
“Work? Aren’t they just”—she glanced around to see if any other diners were near, then whispered—“panties?”
“Why don’t you put them on and find out?” Seth smirked.
“Now?”
“Right now.”
She trembled as she tried to stand. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”
They both tugged her back to her seat.
“No,” Beck corrected. “Change them here, at the table.”
“B-but…someone might see.”
“They might, so you’d better be careful,” Seth taunted.
Those words made her clench and soak the already drenched scrap of silk under Beck’s fingers. It took all his restraint not to lift her onto the nearest hard surface and feast on her cunt.
“We’re waiting.” Seth drummed impatient fingertips on the table.
“Take. Them. Off,” Beck demanded. “Then hand them to Seth.”
Darting an anxious gaze around the nearly empty patio, she reached under her dress with shaking hands.
Beck watched, breath held, as she cast her eyes to her lap, lifted her hips, and wiggled until she worked the panties past her knees and over her shoes. Balling them into her fist, she passed them to Seth, unable to meet his stare.
The big PI propped a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “Thank you, angel.”
“Very good girl,” Beck praised.
Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson when the PI raised her panties to his nose and drew in a deep breath before passing them over to Beck, who did the same with a grin.
“Put those away,” she hissed.
“We decide when—or if—we will.” Seth’s tone was firm, his stare direct. “Not you.” As if to prove his point, he inhaled from the white cotton again when Beck handed them back. “Now slide your present on for us.”
Beck nodded as Seth passed her plain underwear back to him. As she watched him with big ey
es, he took another whiff, then pocketed them slowly to enjoy the real show. “Stop stalling.”
Carefully, she threaded her legs through the lacy fabric. He and Seth shared a knowing grin as Heavenly lifted her backside from the padded chair and worked the undergarment over her hips.
When she settled in her seat with an experimental wiggle, her wide eyes told him the exact moment the string of pearls abraded her clit. She shifted again and gasped, arousal stealing her breath.
“It seems you aligned the pearls correctly,” Seth drawled.
“Um…where are they supposed to be?”
“If you’re not sure, I’ll check for you.” Seth skimmed his way under her dress.
Beck thumbed her lower lip, just waiting for the moment… Yeah, there it was. Heavenly jolted, then closed her eyes and rocked her hips with a kitten-soft moan.
“You demonstrating the purpose of the pearls to her?” he asked.
As he stroked his hand under her dress, Seth’s eyes turned a deeper green. “It’s important she understand the full effect.”
“Looks like you’re doing a good job. I love the blush crawling up her chest and the little sounds she’s making.”
“You should feel her melting all over my fingers.” The big guy’s grin was nothing short of filthy as he turned Heavenly’s way. “Do you like your new panties?”
“Oh!” She sounded breathless, squirming in her seat.
Beck joined in, sliding his hand up her soft thigh before working his fingers beneath the base of the pearls and shoving two fingers into her blistering heat. Heavenly pressed her lips together to cut off her sharp yelp as she clenched on his digits, bathing them in hot cream.
“You enjoy Seth rolling those pretty pearls over your aching clit?”
Heavenly bucked. Another ragged moan slipped free. God, she looked beautiful with her eyes half-lidded, breasts heaving with a hard rise and fall, forcing her nipples to scrape her dress. With each passing moment, her hips rocked faster.
“You want to come, little girl?” Beck taunted.
“Yes,” she panted out, then shook her head. “I mean no. Not here.”
Beck slid his free hand into the side of her nearly backless dress and brushed his thumb over her rigid nipple, watching her squirm even faster. “Which is it, yes or no?”
“It’s”—she grabbed the edge of the table—“I don’t know.”
Seth chuckled lewdly, clearly enjoying her predicament.
“We can’t help you if you don’t tell us,” Beck pointed out, twisting his fingers to strum her G-spot.
She sent him a helpless gaze. “I want to…so bad. But there are people…”
“Who aren’t going to leave anytime soon. So if you want this orgasm, angel, you have to shatter for anyone who might see you.” Seth dragged his tongue over the shell of her ear. “Or walk all the way back to our villa with those pearls stroking your clit—and without coming once. Your choice.”
Heavenly’s pussy clamped down on Beck’s fingers. Clearly, their girl was enjoying the mind-fuck as much as her new panties. They’d never share her orgasms with anyone, but watching her sensual distress had excitement rushing through his veins and his cock growing impossibly harder.
“Her sweet cunt is clutching at my fingers.”
Seth groaned. “Let me feel.”
Heavenly mewled as they seamlessly traded places.
When the big blond slid his fingers inside their girl, an aroused flush spread over his tight face. “Oh, fuck me…”
Very soon, Beck thought as he bit back a curse and focused on manipulating the pearls over Heavenly’s sensitive clit. He drank in her unfocused blue eyes, her muted whimpers of pleasure, and tried like hell to ignore his screaming cock.
With a growl, he pressed the beads against her hard little button. She gave a feminine gasp and thrust up, impaling herself deeper on Seth’s fingers.
She was so close to shattering Beck could almost taste her climax in the air. “What’s it going to be? Will you come in front of everyone? Or walk back to our room without a public orgasm like a good girl?”
“Please,” she begged breathlessly.
Seth shook his head. “Please what? It’s a simple choice.”
She didn’t answer with words, simply wriggled against their busy fingers.
“So you’re choosing to let the whole restaurant know we’re fingering your pussy at the table?”
“No,” she wailed miserably and tried to still her straining muscles. “Take these off me.”
“If you want this to stop, safe word out,” Seth instructed.
Her hips arched as she gripped their arms in desperation, sucking a steadying breath as she shook her head. “No.”
“Are you sure?” Beck quizzed. “Does it feel too good?”
“It’s horrible and delicious.”
Beck chuckled, then shifted her dress to expose one breast, along with her swollen nipple. “Maybe this dirty girl doesn’t deserve an orgasm. She’s not wearing a bra.”
“Hmm.” Seth wrapped his lips around her rigid peak.
Beck nipped at her thundering pulse point.
Heavenly looked so close to insanity. “No. Please…”
“What? Make you come? Or withhold your orgasm?” Seth laved her nipple again, then flicked it with his thumb, seemingly thrilled by her labored breaths, tense body, and distressed whimpers.
“I don’t know.”
“Your body seems to know.”
The sight of her distended peak glistening in the moonlight nearly undid Beck. “But maybe we’re wrong. We could always ask her tomorrow.”
Heavenly raised her heavy lashes, a wild flush blazing all over her cheeks. “T-tomorrow? Why not in five minutes inside our room?”
Beck did his best to give her a casual shrug. “We might not be in the mood then. I don’t know. But we’ll head back to the villa and see.”
With a pained frown, she bent to pick up her purse—then sucked in a shocked gasp, eyes wide with entreaty. “I can’t walk in these panties.”
“Sure you can, angel.” Seth smirked and extended his hand. “One foot in front of the other, same as always.”
“But—”
They didn’t let her finish before they hoisted Heavenly to her feet and set her upright.
Seth leaned in with a low-voiced murmur for him alone. “This is going to be fun. How far do you think she’ll make it?”
“Two steps, maybe.” Beck flashed a filthy grin. “I love messing with her head like this.”
The PI chuckled, then offered Heavenly his elbow. She clutched it and started toward the beach.
After the first step, she stopped, groaned, and pressed her thighs together. “I-I can’t do it.”
“Walk?” Seth frowned. “Do you want to disappoint us?”
Their sweet little submissive seemed distressed by that idea. “No, but…the beads, they’re…”
Beck arched a brow. “Rubbing so sweetly, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” she cried. “I won’t make it off the patio before I embarrass myself.”
“You always have your safe word…” Beck pointed out.
She shook her head. “Please let me take them off at the table.”
Her voice sounded pitiful now. Desperate. Delicious.
“You don’t like my gift?” Seth asked with feigned rejection.
“I do. It’s just…you know, I’m sensitive there.”
“Of course we know.” Beck couldn’t bite back his smirk. “That’s the point. Keep walking.”
She blinked up at him. “You’re really going to make me?”
“We gave you a choice…”
She scowled at them, eyes narrowed. Apparently, she’d figured out they were toying with her.
“Fine.” She dragged in a deep breath and held it stubbornly, then squared her shoulders. “Let’s go.”
Heavenly had only taken three more steps before she stopped to grip the edge of a vacant table. She hauled in stea
dying breaths and closed her eyes. “Oh, m-my…goodness.”
“Keep going, little girl,” Beck demanded with a chuckle. “We have a long way back to our room. No more stopping.”
She started her trek again, but by the fourth step, a ragged moan slipped from her lips. “Oh…” She shot him a scathing glare. “You suck.”
He turned to Seth, and they both started howling. “Hear that? She’s getting testy. What should we do about that?”
“We could carry her,” the PI offered.
“Please,” she begged, clutching at Seth’s sleeve.
“I might be persuaded…but you have another choice to make, angel. Well, if you won’t use your safe word, either you walk—”
“No,” she said in tight-lipped displeasure.
“Then I’ll be happy to carry you…for a price.”
“Like what?”
He shrugged. “Whatever we want. Are you in any position to negotiate?”
She hesitated as he and Seth grinned like loons. Of course their “fee” would only bring her pleasure, but the mind-fuck was too juicy to resist.
Heavenly muttered something heated under her breath and took another step, followed by another. On the third, her legs turned to butter and she doubled over, nearly falling to her knees.
Beck crouched beside her. “Want that help now?”
The glassy, pleading blue eyes she turned on him tugged at his heart. “Please.”
“You got it.” Seth wrapped his big hand around her delicate middle and helped her to her feet. Heads started turning. People stared at her in concern. Thank god they weren’t focused on the raging hard-ons he and Seth were sporting.
Seth hauled her up into his arms and across the beach. Unavoidably, he jostled her with each and every step. Soon, she was whimpering and panting, her nipples like rivets poking the cottony bodice of her dress.
“Wait!” she gasped. “I-I… Oh!”
Beck worried she really would climax in public and be horribly embarrassed. “Almost there, little girl. Hold it back for us.”
“I-I’m trying,” she mewled.
When it began to look like avoiding a massive, screaming orgasm in front of everyone meandering along the beach would take a miracle, he leaned in and took hold of her face, dropping his voice to pure, unyielding Dom. “You can and you will.”
