Burying three digits inside her pussy, she tightened her hand around her breast, fondling herself as she went right to the brink, pushing her hand tightly against her cunt as she reached for that spot, the one guaranteed to make her rock out a steady beat.
Her head rolled to the side and she moaned. Her feet fell to the water with a splash and she used them for leverage, rising and falling as she pumped.
“Oh God!” she cried out, working after her release, fucking harder and harder with two fingers, then three.
Images of Hank and Duke ran through her head. She remembered how they used to fuck her. Duke was always devoted to her pleasure, taking his own sweet time with lovemaking. Hank, on the other hand, rarely had time for foreplay, but good God how he made up for lost pleasures. The man could screw a woman for an hour, rest a few minutes, and then go at it again.
She pictured them then, showering her with their affection. Their hands roamed over her. Their lips enticed her. If Hank and Duke were with her now, she’d ask Hank to kiss her while Duke tantalized her sex. He possessed a wicked mouth.
She wiggled her fingers inside her channel, imagining how Duke’s tongue would feel fluttering inside her, bringing her to release. Tossing her head back, she pursed her lips and groaned when she couldn’t come.
“Damn it to hell, this isn’t working!” she exclaimed, exasperated.
“Well thank God for that,” Duke said, slamming the door as he entered the bathroom. “Because I swear, if you’d climaxed without me there to help you, I might have been jealous. How can a man be envious of the very woman he can’t wait to bend over and fuck?”
Julie sat abruptly, making a splash when she tried to hide under the bubbles and at the same time, jerk her hand free from her pussy so he wouldn’t know she was fingering herself. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to know those slender fingers of yours aren’t reaching high enough to set you right.” A beat later, he added, “Want some help?”
“Get out,” she said, giving him what she hoped was a stern look, rather than one he’d interpret as “come here and get this while the getting is good.”
“I’d rather watch the show,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “What about you, Hank?”
Hank appeared in the doorway then. He was wrapped in a white towel, and wore that towel about as well as he sported a mischievous grin. His hair was damp, suggesting he’d already been in the shower. His eyes were hooded, which implied he wasn’t leaving there without getting what he came for, and there was no question about what he wanted. His hard cock was erect, and those flat discs on his chest were as pointed as she’d ever seen them.
“I didn’t invite either of you to join me.”
“She ain’t lying, Hank,” Duke said, grinning. “In fact, she was having a private party when I interrupted her.”
“Last I checked, a man didn’t need an invitation in his own home.” Hank strolled inside the large area, took a seat on the vanity, and propped his feet on the chair in front of the dressing table. He provided a bird’s-eye view. His towel failed to cover what he wanted the world—or at least her—to see.
Her mouth dried. Rolling her tongue over parched lips, she attempted to moisten them. “I want you to leave.”
“Damn shame,” Hank said, placing one leg over the other.
“I mean it.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Hank told her, glancing at Duke. “Are you?”
“Nope.” Duke crossed his arms, bent his knee, and kicked the door closed behind them. “I’m not in any hurry.”
The bubbles deteriorated one by one. She was more exposed than before and Duke’s gaze settled on her chest. “You’ll shrivel up before we leave this room. You might as well invite us to join you.”
Aware then of her marked back, she turned her head and looked the other way, noting the pink tile wall. Never one to miss out on a good thing, she made up her mind then. She’d much rather look at them. If they saw the defects on her skin and couldn’t dismiss them as an imperfection or blemish, then their concern for her was superficial, and she’d rather know now instead of later.
Her eyes met Hank’s. He tilted his head, acting as if he awaited the inevitable, understanding perhaps, she wouldn’t deny them. “We’ve got all night, Julie.”
She took a deep breath and decided she did, too. She wasn’t about to waste it.
“Good thing. It’s been a while. And I’m not about to let you rush this, Hank Hinman.”
Chapter Six
Hank joined her in the tub while Duke undressed. He slid into the water, sitting at the opposite end. Gripping her calf, he drew her ankle toward him, placing light kisses as he inched closer to her knee.
“Easy,” she said, jerking when his hands cupped her thigh.
“Does it still hurt?” Hank asked, feeling foolish for making such an inquiry.
“It doesn’t feel good,” she told him, twisting around but scooting away from him in the process.
Duke joined them. He sat on the side of the whirlpool, his legs splayed, opened on either side of her head. She seemed to make room, accommodate him after he positioned himself behind her, his body drifting into the water in order to sit with his cock against her ass.
Hank had to give him credit. He gained the best seat in the tub.
“Hmm,” Duke muttered, moving her hair away from her nape. “I had forgotten how much I love bathing with you.”
The tub was big enough to accommodate four, a request Hank made when he had the bathroom designed. He’d told his interior decorator that he wanted a therapeutic whirlpool, and picked out this particular model. Truth told, he’d always had this in mind.
Digging his fingers into her leg, Hank caressed her as Duke massaged her shoulders. Duke’s expression was solemn as his hands propelled lower, and Hank knew he was viewing what he’d seen earlier by the pool. Those scars and burns were enough to shake him, enough to rattle the best of men.
“You two never had any patience,” Julie accused, glancing at Duke before glaring at him.
“You could’ve locked your door,” Duke pointed out, his lips meeting her skin.
Julie dropped her head back, tilting her chin to the side. Her eyes closed, and she moaned when Duke hit the right mark, an erogenous spot Hank remembered well—right between her shoulder blades.
“I locked my bedroom door,” she informed them.
“Which one?” Hank inquired, realizing she probably didn’t know about the door at the back of her walk-in closet, the passageway which led straight to his private suite.
She narrowed her gaze. “What do you mean which one? The only one that would’ve been locked to prevent the two of you coming in here and…and…”
“And what?” Hank asked, running his hands up and down her legs.
“You know what,” she bit out.
“I think she must’ve taken a hard lick on the head when she crashed that dragster,” Duke said, nuzzling her ear. “She used to fire out the comebacks, and now it takes her a little while.”
“That’s not funny, Duke,” she snapped.
“No, but it’s true,” Hank said, forcing her legs apart. “You may be more difficult than you were before, but now you have to think about things before you spit out fighting words.”
“Stop,” she ordered, her voice firm, her request sharp.
“No,” Hank said, walking his hands toward the prize again, sliding her way as he maneuvered his fingers closer to her pussy.
Duke bracketed his arms around her upper chest, his arms pressing down on her breasts as he held her against him. Her full mounds looked ready to pop, and good Lord, her nipples were hard enough to make a man’s mouth water for a nibble, thirst for a bite.
Rising to his knees, Hank gripped his cock and rubbed the tip over the texture of her lips. “Here, subbie. Tease me.”
Her eyes were hooded and lazy as she turned her cheek. “I didn’t promise head tonight.”
“Your body may be battered and bruised, but as far as I can tell, there’s not a thing wrong with your mouth.”
She smiled as she licked the tip, sampling a taste of him. “I never said there was anything wrong with my mouth or tongue, Hank.”
“Prove it,” he dared her, pressing his palm to the top of her head, guiding her.
“Sucking cock is an acquired taste,” she complained, acting as if she’d never tried giving a blow job before, or perhaps, had no interest in giving him head again. “I’ll have to think about this.”
“You’re teasing him, Julie,” Duke rasped, pinching her nipple. “Hank doesn’t like to be tested.”
“Neither do I,” she said, rolling her tongue over her bottom lip. “I must’ve bumped my head like Hank suggested. I can’t remember if I enjoy sucking a man’s dick.”
“Why don’t you let me refresh your memory?” Hank suggested, tucking his cock between her parted lips before she took the opportunity to object.
Sucking him to her throat with the first gulp, she moaned as Duke twirled her nipple, pinching and releasing the little bud until the erect point was as long as Hank had ever witnessed. “Hmm,” she crooned, tapping his balls as she coddled him.
“That’s it, submissive. Use your mouth for my pleasure. Suck deep. Take me to your throat. Tap the end. Drag those pretty lips over the slit, nice and slow.”
With a sudden pop, she released him. She frowned, her brow furrowing as she watched him. Oh boy, he thought, he’d given too many orders, placed too many demands.
“You know, it’s a damn shame a man like yourself can’t suck his own cock. Then, you’d be certain to get the kind of blow job you expect, wouldn’t you?”
Hank snarled. “I think someone needs a spanking.”
Duke shifted behind her and before she could apologize—not that she would in the first place—he hoisted her out of the water, tossed her over his shoulder, gave her a good wallop on the ass, and grabbed a towel.
Hank would’ve cursed him if he didn’t understand Duke’s train of thought. They needed to break in their little woman, school her in the art of loving them again. And he couldn’t wait to give Julie the education she needed most.
* * * *
Julie’s pussy was on fire, and neither one of them offered to finger her. Maybe the self-stimulation carried over. Maybe she didn’t need a man—or two of them—to sate her.
Duke placed her on the bed. Hank disappeared, walking straight through her long closet.
“That’s how you got in here, isn’t it?”
“Hank’s room is on the other side of that wall,” Duke informed her. “He had the upstairs remodeled before we brought you home. I’m pretty sure he thought of everything.”
“And you seem proud of that fact,” she snipped. “Doesn’t a woman have a right to privacy here?”
“Not if the woman belongs to Hinman,” Hank said, reentering the room with a tote, which he immediately tossed to the bed.
“I don’t belong to Hinman,” she told him. “Never have and never will.”
Wearing nothing but a hard-on, Hank clucked, his upper lip curling. “We’ll see about that, now won’t we?”
He dug through his bag of intimate treasures and pulled free a set of pulleys and cuffs, along with a dildo, one wide enough to raise brows or garner a frown, both of which she most likely supplied.
“Lie down,” Hank said firmly, snapping the rubber as he attached the pulleys to a pair of frilly handcuffs.
“What do you think I am, Hank?” she asked, her belly in knots, her breasts throbbing. She’d played house with Hank and Duke countless times.
The fiery need she saw burning in Hank’s eyes then was quite troubling. He was struggling with his emotions, and she could only imagine what was going through his head.
Duke moved out of his way and Hank pushed her against the bed. “Hank, I don’t think she’s ready for this.”
“Listen to your brother,” she said as Hank secured her right arm, and then her left. With her limbs wide, he straddled her middle. “After I tuck this dildo in between your legs, Duke and I are going downstairs. We’re gonna have us a drink. We’ll toast the evening ahead and then come back and play with you. That is, if you’re a good girl.”
“I’m never a good girl, Hank,” she snapped, cursing under her breath. How had she gotten herself in this mess? Yanking her arms downward, she quickly discovered there wasn’t a lot of play in the pulleys secured.
“I know,” Hank said, winking. “But by the time we’re through with you, you’ll be ready to play nice.”
“You have no right doing this, Hank Hinman!” she exclaimed, uncertain if she sounded angry, excited, pleased, or altogether put out.
“I have every right, doll. You belong to me.” He stuck his tongue in the corner of his mouth and stared at her pussy. “And one way or another, you’ll believe that by the end of the night.”
“I wouldn’t count my money before you tuck it in your pocket if I were you.”
Ignoring her, Hank said, “Duke, grab her right leg and hold it still.”
“This should be interesting,” Duke said, clutching her calf as she tossed and turned.
Fishing a few scarves out of the bag, Hank tied several together before he bound one ankle and then another, feverishly executing efforts to make her his hostage.
“This isn’t working for me,” she stated flatly.
“You aren’t in any real pain, are you?” Duke asked, sincerity oozing from his voice.
“No,” she replied, thinking she should’ve kept her mouth shut and played on the fact that real men wouldn’t have tied up a helpless woman the day after they picked her up from the hospital.
She was afraid to toss that card. Theatrics might cost her. Besides, she found herself relaxing. Was she actually enjoying this?
With her arms and legs splayed, Hank waved the dildo in front of her. Then he gave her a smart swat straight across her bare mound.
“Oh God!” she exclaimed, a bolt of pure ecstasy shooting up and down her spine. She’d always loved spankings. Whether they tanned her ass or her pussy, she enjoyed the smacks, the sounds certain to rouse her as much as the burn discovered from the erotic slap itself.
“There, submissive little one,” Hank rasped. “We’ll get that tight snatch heated right up.”
“Let’s get one thing straight,” she began, stretching her neck and looking down the length of her body. “I won’t call you Sir or Master.”
He smacked again. “We’ll see about that.”
“Damn it, Hank!” she exclaimed, writhing against the ties. “This is out of hand. It’s too soon.”
“Yes, it is,” Hank agreed. “I didn’t take you for a woman who’d play hard to get. You’ve longed for me, yearned for Duke. Considering you’re still as crazy about us as the day you left—don’t deny it—you should’ve stripped at the door and remained bare-ass until we gave you permission to dress. Since you didn’t, you’re paying the price.”
“Duke!” she exclaimed, directing all conversation toward the only Hinman with a brain in his head. “Don’t you see how unreasonable this is?”
Hank gave her another thrashing, and she twisted, trying to shift in an effort to thwart the direct contact with her pussy. The effort failed and the fiery need settled in her core.
Good God, she would’ve held them down and fucked them if she could’ve gotten her hands on them.
“You know how he is,” Duke told her when Hank left her room and headed for his own.
“This is crazy,” she said. “You can’t leave me here, Hank Hinman!”
“Admit it,” Duke drawled. “You love being teased.”
“No. What I’d love is far more appetizing than being left up here all alone! I can’t believe you two would leave me spread out like this. What if Frank comes in? What if the housekeeper sees me like this? What if…”
“What if I make you a deal?” Duke asked, seduction laced through every syllab
le. He leaned over and blew a stream of hot air against her folds.
She jerked. A bolt of passion zipped through her body. She would’ve paid them for sex then. Painfully aroused, bathing with them had been one thing. Understanding what they held in store, something else altogether.
“If you’ll be quiet for just a minute, I’ll give you something to think about.”
Hank returned then and stood in the doorway watching them. She swallowed hard. That male ego was worse than she remembered. Success gave Hank a cocksure attitude, a holier-than-thou kind of persona that suggested he was the ruling order in Hinman country.
Duke nudged her folds with his nose, nuzzling her. “Hmm, sweetheart, you still smell like a fresh peach.”
“Duke, please don’t do this. Lick me. Love me. Hell, don’t just look at my pussy and act like you’ve never seen one before!”
He took an indulgent swipe and then left the mattress, coming to the head of the bed. He towered over her and smacked his lips when he leaned in for what promised to be a short-lived kiss. “Taste me.”
Their lips crashed together. His tongue swirled around hers as he toyed with her.
“Hmm,” he muttered. “See how good you taste, darlin’?”
She rubbed her lips together when they parted ways. She stared at the evidence of his excitement. His penis hung between his legs, stout and erect, so damn tempting her pussy clenched at the sight.
“Are you going downstairs for a drink dressed like that?”
“I just wanted you to get a good look at what I’ve been savin’ for ya.”
“Really?” she asked, rolling her eyes. “From what I understand, that thing hasn’t been retired while I’ve been away. Word gets around between tracks. The only thing you’ve been saving yourself for is a hard time, and from what I hear, you’ve had plenty of those.”
He winked. “You sound jealous, baby.”
She was.
“I believe she is,” Hank said, returning to the bed. He grabbed the dildo again, and this time, he didn’t waste a second. Retrieving a tube of lube from his pocket, he doused the toy in the clear fluid and gently tucked the object right inside her folds. “There, honey. You have fun now, ya hear?”
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