by Tina Donahue
Her cheeks darkened, and her hands warmed.
Sweet.
He kissed her knuckles. “Imagine yourself as we do. Everything stripped away—your clothes, power, and will. You submitting to our desires and yielding to our needs.”
She shivered and pressed into him. “If I don’t?”
A tress had fallen loose, caressing her cheek. He guided the lock behind her ear and cradled her face. “We spank you. Technically, it will be our right. But more punishment if you prefer.”
She stared at him, her eyes bright. “I don’t know if I do.”
“Then we’ll find out.” He stroked her neckline, deliberately touching skin rather than fabric, her succulent flesh making his scalp tingle. “If that’s what you want.”
The fire in her eyes said she did. Still, she chewed her lip.
“What’s wrong?” He smoothed her hair. “Tell me.”
“Do I have to perform a striptease?” She grimaced. “Not that, please. I’d feel like a fool.”
“No need.” He glided his lips over hers, their breaths mingling. “We’ll happily undress you. Ready?”
“Give me a sec.”
“Sure. Take all the time you need.” He held her close, her cheek resting on his shoulder.
Lucius and Tav glanced at each other then Cody.
Cody offered a thumbs up, his hand still caressing her head.
Afraid to push, he gave her emotional space to do what he sensed she’d wanted since the moment they’d met. It was her first day on the job and his second year at the company. They’d nearly collided in the hall as she raced down it, papers clutched to her chest. He’d reared back first and twisted away.
She’d continued for several steps before spinning around, her pale hair loose and wild, face flushed.
In that moment, something electric and uncommon passed between them.
Her lids had grown heavy, her breathing rough.
His dick had shot to attention and then some, his balls squeezing so tightly, the pain brought tears to his eyes.
Afterward, she’d avoided him whenever she could. When that wasn’t always possible…
The same magic kept happening with her rebuffing or avoiding it.
Please don’t change your mind about tonight. He stroked her back.
She hugged him then pulled away.
He stopped breathing, and he figured the others did too.
After taking them in, she dipped her face. “While we’re in here, I’ll do whatever you guys want.”
No one moved.
Cody wasn’t certain he’d heard her correctly or if he was simply dreaming.
“Go on.” She lifted her arms slightly, palms up, exposing herself, an offering to her Doms. “Strip me.”
Tav tossed his cuffs on the table. They clattered against a plate.
Being the nearest, Cody beat Tav to the goal and unfastened her jacket. Or tried. There were only two buttons, but the openings proved exceedingly narrow and weren’t cooperating. Shit.
She pulled in shallow breaths. “Slow down.” She touched his hand. “You’re tugging them too hard.”
Tell him something he didn’t know. His excitement was as great as hers. Despite air conditioning trying to chase away the unnatural summer heat, sweat slid into Cody’s eye, stinging like fuck.
Lucius edged close. “I can get them.”
“Already got it.” The first button came free. Breathing less rapidly, Cody focused on the second. “Done.”
Tav was already behind her and eased the jacket off her narrow shoulders and arms.
Her color rose.
Cody’s throat constricted. Her black lacy bra contrasted sharply against her fair skin, a faint rose tint blushing beneath the delicate shade. Little bows graced the thin bra straps, which didn’t seem adequate to hold up her full breasts.
His balls twitched.
Lucius lowered the side zip on her skirt.
Air hissed through her teeth.
The fabric swished down her legs then rustled onto the floor.
Holy fuck. She wore a dainty black item to hold up her dark stockings. Cody wasn’t entirely sure but believed it was a garter belt. No woman he’d been with had ever worn one. Damn. They’d denied him something special. Even so, the belt wasn’t the best part. Bree’s thong barely covered her blond curls, three having escaped the silky prison. He stroked them.
Her head fell back.
His nearly blew off. Although it didn’t seem possible, the bows tying her thong on each side were cuter than the ones on her bra, tiny diamonds or whatever sparkling on the ends. It was almost a shame to remove her underwear. Almost being the operative word.
On his knees, he untied the bows and eased the thong to her thighs, the crotch resisting slightly then lowering.
Her moisture drenched the fabric, her musk perfuming the air. No lie or excuse she might have offered could have denied her excitement for this.
Unable to help himself, he pressed his face to her furry mound and lost coherent thought.
She inhaled sharply.
Someone grabbed his shoulder and hauled him back. Cody shook free.
The hand clamped tighter.
Cody lifted his face.
“Later.” Lucius wore his Mr. Boss look, eyebrows knitted together, mouth set in a hard line. “Dinner first then everything else.”
Softened and submissive, Bree stared at them and spoke before Cody could. “Why?”
Tav kissed her neck. “To make you wait.”
Lucius smiled. “And want.”
Jesus. Now they were talking like poets or romance authors. Pissed, Cody eased her thong away then helped her step free from the skirt. He pushed both garments aside, again drawn to her pale thatch.
Before he could get to it, Lucius crowded him and unclasped her bra.
She trembled.
The cups parted slowly, displaying her pale globes inch by spectacular inch.
From this angle, her boobs looked enormous and weighty, begging for Cody’s hands to cup them as soon as they were free.
Breathing hard, Lucius brushed the cups aside, revealing her nipples—a surprising strawberry shade rather than light pink, the areolas constricted, tips hard and long.
Cody’s mouth watered but he didn’t touch or suck either nipple. As the guys had said, her waiting for their passion would heighten the pleasure.
To distract himself, he fingered the tab holding her left stocking.
An indecent moan poured from her.
Lucius pushed Cody’s hand aside. “Those stay. So do the heels.”
“I wasn’t planning to take them off.” Hell, he wasn’t sure how the garter thing worked and was glad he wasn’t a woman. Wearing heels must have been murder. The belt looked stiff and scratchy, sexy but uncomfortable. If something didn’t feel good, he wasn’t doing it.
On his feet, he rounded Bree slowly, taking in her sumptuous boobs, hips, and ass.
Face lowered, she allowed it.
God, God, God. He longed to cup her naked cheeks, stroke the furrow between them, and explore her anus. But first, bury his tongue in her cleft and lick her clit, while Tav and Lucius held her wrists and ankles to keep her from budging until he was through. Which wouldn’t be for a long time.
Relishing these moments, he indulged in her nudity, loving the mole on her upper right thigh and the thin blue vein gracing her breast. Faint freckles dotted her arms. Odd he hadn’t noticed them when she’d worn sleeveless blouses to work. A small birthmark left a maroon smudge near her navel.
Breathless and dizzy, he explored, Lucius and Tav also circling her.
She didn’t turn to follow them, instead allowing what they willed, yielding fully, precisely as she’d promised.
Tav halted.
Cody stepped aside before they ran into each other.
Tav glanced from him to Lucius, his manner expectant. “Are we ready?”
Lucius nodded.
Whatever they were referring to ha
d escaped Cody. With Bree wonderfully nude, he couldn’t think about anything except burrowing his cock deep inside her slick, heated cunt. “Ready for what?”
“The next stage.”
“Which is?”
Tav snatched the cuffs from the table.
Bree drew in her shoulders, her misgiving returned.
Cody held out his hand to Tav. “Hold it.” He cupped her face. “Nothing bad is going to happen. I promise. If they try anything you don’t like, say the word and I’ll throw them out.”
Lucius sniffed. “Yeah, right.” He elbowed Cody aside and held her chin. “Have I ever done anything to harm you even remotely? Do you believe I ever would?”
Her chest, throat, and face blazed red, a darker color than when they’d unashamedly stripped and viewed her. “Deep down?”
“Clear to your soul.” He smiled.
She did too, although hers shook. “No, I don’t think you, Cody, or Tav would ever do anything bad to me. It’s just that…”
Cody crowded out Lucius and cradled her cheek. “What?”
Her blush heightened, making her eyes seem greener. “This is so intense.”
He suppressed laughter. “It’s supposed to be that way.”
“Yeah, I guess. Give me a moment.”
“Sure.” Lucius pulled her into his arms before Cody had a chance to blink.
Won’t happen again. Even if Lucius liked to run the show. When they’d worked together, his domineering ways hadn’t bothered Cody in the least since he traded. A skill he aced while Lucius was far more cautious. It made them a good team and kept them on their own turf. They’d better remain that way with Bree or all hell would break loose.
“Thanks.” She kissed Lucius’s neck, faced Tav, and held out her hands.
Since she hadn’t been privy to their discussion, Cody eased her arms behind her back and spoke to Tav. “Be careful. Don’t pinch her skin.”
“As if I would? I’m not the Marquis de Sade.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Before you leave the club you might be.”
Cody stilled. There was a wrinkle he hadn’t considered. Gently, he grasped her shoulder. “You’re into hardcore BDSM?”
“I don’t know.” She moistened her lips. “Never tried it. Have you?”
No female he knew had ever suggested flogging, caning, or other painful shit, which didn’t turn him on. Besides, his moves in the sack were more than sufficient, leaving countless women panting and begging for endless pleasure, not pain. However, if Bree was into it… “Not yet.”
“But do you want to?” She gazed into his eyes so intensely, he feared she might read his thoughts.
Right now, they were tangled and uncertain, forcing him to opt for honesty. “Only if you do.”
She looked at Tav.
He blushed worse than she did. “Uh-uh. Not my thing. I’ll let Cody do the honors.”
“Lucius?” She focused on him.
Shame crossed his face then disappeared. “Only once. It was too brutal for me. If pain starts to push out pleasure, I’m gone.”
Her features relaxed, delight replacing unease.
Tav snapped on the cuffs, the metal clink sounding too loud.
She tested them then glanced at everyone.
God help him, Cody couldn’t resist her boobs or curls, each drawing his attention away from her eyes.
Tav and Lucius fared no better.
Nude and restrained, she cleared her throat. “What now?”
Chapter 3
Sin flared in Tav and Cody’s eyes, stealing Bree’s next words.
Lucius gathered her in his arms, cupped her naked ass and breasts, his mouth on hers, tongue thrusting inside.
She reeled, her nudity more pronounced at his skilled and uninhibited touch. He thumbed a nipple then stroked her anus.
Her breath caught, not allowing another. Sagged against him, she suckled his tongue obediently, the sub to his Dom.
He tightened his grasp, his kiss savage. An uncivilized growl quivered his chest, her breasts pressed to him, her nipples so hard they stung.
She welcomed the slight pain and his coarse strength, bending to it and his will. Whatever he planned to do with her, she’d comply with. From the moment they’d laid eyes on each other, she’d been his and had to keep struggling to resist.
No more.
Hungry for pleasure, she accepted his tongue, craving his touch and utter masculinity.
His cheeks rasped hers, electrifying the moment. He teased her tight ring and squeezed her breast, encouraging her response.
Nothing could keep her from it. She melted into his arms, too wanting and needy to do anything else.
Pushing his tongue deeper, he enjoyed her flesh as a blind man might, touching her everywhere he could, at last trailing his fingers down her torso to her bush. There, he lingered, stroking her springy curls.
She trembled.
Holding her in an iron grip that felt protective rather than dangerous, he stroked her clit.
Her knees gave out, her weight slumped against him, ears ringing. Too much delight coursed from her pussy to her mouth, breasts, and areas beyond, making her head swim.
Repeatedly, he stroked her nub.
Another touch on her clit and she’d explode.
He didn’t allow it, touching her damp folds instead.
Frustrated, she dug her nails into her palms, hoping the pain would allow her to endure however long he used her without granting release. Surely, it couldn’t be more than a few moments. Minutes seemed inconceivable. Longer wasn’t something she wanted to imagine.
If she’d been able to make a sound, she would have whimpered, a plaintive noise begging him to let her climax. As it was, a full breath would have been a gift.
His passion and male need didn’t permit anything except what he craved.
Time stood still, trapping her and him in these moments where she strained for release, but couldn’t quite reach it. He read her too well. The moment she neared the edge, he stopped touching her clit. When she relaxed, he teased it anew, proving his power over her.
If she’d had any doubt before, she didn’t now and couldn’t fight him any longer, willing to let him lead her wherever he desired.
He pulled his mouth free, his chest pushing against hers on each deep, gasping breath.
Hers were more ragged. She tensed at him denying her climax but deferred to his authority and didn’t protest.
Calmed somewhat, he pressed his mouth to her ear. “Doing okay?”
Laughter bubbled up, which she contained, and settled her lips on his ear. “Actually, I’m hurting pretty damn bad. Why’d you stop?”
“I didn’t want to, but I needed you to know how I’ve felt all this time having you withhold what we could have had before tonight.”
His confession stunned her. She’d thought he’d simply accepted her emotional distance and had moved on, not caring if they’d ever hook up or delve deeper into a relationship. Or wanting it. “I didn’t know.”
“Yeah, I figured as much.”
His hurt pained her more than she could let on. This wasn’t about forever, only now. However, she couldn’t dismiss him and pretend she didn’t care. “I’m sorry.”
“I know, but that’s not good enough.”
She sensed what he wanted and couldn’t deny him or herself any longer. “Of course, it’s not. Do with me what you will.”
He eased back and searched her face, she supposed to see if she told the truth. Never had she been as honest with any man.
Shoes slapped the floor, Tav and Cody inching closer.
Lucius looked past her. “Cody.”
He joined them. “Yeah?”
Lucius turned her to face Cody. “Hold her. Don’t let her budge.”
Dutifully, he pulled her close, her nipples scraping his blazer, waist pressed against his belt, pussy to his stiffened rod.
Her pulse leaped.
“Tav.”
On
Lucius’s command, he neared. “What?”
“Lift her hands.”
Currently, they rested on her ass.
Tav cleared his throat. “Why?”
To free her cheeks for well-deserved discipline. She’d been a bad girl, keeping them from this too long when they could have enjoyed each other at Mortganson then gone their separate ways, the guys sated, her bereft without them.
No. Sorrow wasn’t what she wanted tonight, raw passion the sole thing she’d allow. Tomorrow and the following days would unfold as they must, despite her worry. She’d deal with the fallout then.
Resolved to push other considerations aside, she pressed her face to Cody’s neck, enjoying his fragrance and heat, using it for comfort before Lucius meted out her punishment. No matter how uncivilized he became, he wouldn’t harm her. He’d thrill as he always did.
Tav eased her hands to her waist and held them there in an unyielding grip.
Cody tightened one arm around her shoulders, the other slightly above her ass cheeks, constraining her completely.
Lucius stroked her butt.
His gentle touch surprised. She flinched.
Paying no heed, he fondled her cheeks, his palms dry and heated as hers grew damper, perspiration coating her throat.
Never had she been as warm, her heart beating uncontrollably.
Again, Lucius stroked her anus.
Delight raced through her, making her hair stand on end. She pushed to her toes.
He stopped touching her.
She sank back down, her heels tapping the floor.
Tav and Cody held her tighter, their actions promising she’d make no other moves. She’d accept whatever they doled out, thanking them afterward for what they’d done.
Excited, she pressed closer to Cody, his breath warming her further.
Lucius clutched her hip and tightened his hold. An admonition to remain motionless, to accept and welcome his will.
Having no other choice—wanting none—she squeezed her eyes and fists.
He smacked her ass, the sting immediate and sharp, its crack filling the room.
She froze at the bite.
Amazing heat replaced it.
His next swats arrived fast and hard. Warmth mingled with pain until she couldn’t tell them apart, both feelings shocking but required. She lost herself in punishment, craving it as she never thought she would, eager for discomfort that led to boundless pleasure.
