When he leaned back from her she was speechless for a second, and then Colby appeared over Eric’s shoulder. They were both so gorgeous — one dark, and one light. Both fun and down-to-earth. Both, against all odds, looking at her hungrily.
“If we’re playing Consequences, I’ve got a rule for this game. If Eric gets a kiss, I get a kiss.” Colby’s grin was wild, and Eric rolled his eyes and looked at her. She’d expected him to immediately deny his friend, but instead he was waiting for her, making it her decision. A giddy thrill pulsed through her, and she remembered what the bartender had told her about the pink fizzy drink. Sometimes trying something new ends up working out, but she’d never know if she didn’t try. Megan looked over at him, leaning back on the lockers as Eric gave her some space, releasing his grip on her hair.
“You want a kiss, Colby?” When he nodded she reached out for him, her fingers twining in his shirt to pull him closer.
“I think you should know… I’ve wanted to kiss you for over ten years.” Colby stepped forward, not so gently pushing Eric out of the way as his body moved close to hers. He smiled down at her, and for a moment he was the perfect, all-American, blue-eyed blond from her memories. Then his hand was behind her neck, tilting her head up so his lips could meet hers. Their first touch was gentle, exploring. His tongue teased hers, and he plied her mouth like he had all the time in the world. When her arms instinctively went around his neck, he groaned and suddenly she was lifted up against the lockers — exactly how she’d imagined Eric doing it, because Megan had long ago given up even fantasizing about Colby. He had seemed completely uninterested in high school. She had always thought he only viewed her as Eric’s girlfriend and not a potential anything, but the way he pressed himself against her, his mouth devouring hers, and the growing hardness nestled between her thighs — it left no doubt in her mind that he wanted her.
They both wanted her.
Holy shit.
“Calm down, Colby. We’re in a hallway, not a Motel 6.” Eric grabbed his shirt and pulled him back from her, forcing him to let her down. Her heart was racing and Colby just grinned like he’d won a prize.
“Jealous, Eric? It’s not like you were any more of a gentleman.” Colby scoffed.
“I actually wasn’t planning on being a gentleman tonight.” Eric grinned wolfishly, and then he turned back to her. “Megan, last chance, do you want to play with us?”
She opened her mouth to answer, but it wasn’t a small question.
If she stopped everything right now she could blame the pink fizzy vodka drinks, or getting swept up in the moment, or she could even blame it on the fact that they were both ridiculously hot and it had inhibited her upper brain function.
None of that was true though.
What was true was that she had spent most of the last decade of her life doing things for other people. She went to the college her dad wanted her to, even though she had really wanted to follow Eric to California. She’d left college and given up her dreams of vet school to follow her asshole ex, and then made sacrifice after sacrifice until she’d lost who she was. Even tonight she had let Cameron dress her. Somewhere under the messy history, the make-up, the dress, and the heels, was the Megan Harper that she’d smothered for too many years, the one she’d been fighting for since she’d left David — and that Megan wanted Eric. And Colby.
And Consequences.
“Yes.” Megan stood up straight, looking them both in the eyes so they knew she was serious.
“If we play Consequences you know you’re going to get punished, don’t you, Megan?” Eric was using his serious voice, but his face was lit up like he’d just been told it was Christmas morning.
“That seems to be the plan, Eric.” She smirked and he grabbed her hand and tugged her forward off the lockers. When his hand landed in a sharp spank on her ass she gasped and jumped.
“Oh, by the way, the game has already started. As always, your smart mouth is going to get you into all kinds of trouble.”
“Does Colby even know how to play the game?” Megan couldn’t keep her mouth shut now that she’d agreed to play. She was diving into the deep end and enjoying the feeling as she started to sink. An even sharper spank landed on the other side of her ass and she turned to catch Colby’s grin.
“I haven’t been hiding under a rock for the last ten years, Megster. I may not be as well-versed as Eric here, but I pick things up surprisingly quickly.”
“We’ll see. Come on, I know where we can go.” Eric held his hand out again and she took it, reveling in the warmth of his skin on hers and wondering how much longer she was going to have to wait to feel the rest of him against her.
Chapter Three
There was a lot of laughing and shushing as they followed Eric through the halls. Colby pinched her ass twice, and she shoved him back playfully the second time. He had surprised her by stepping close and whispering in her ear that there would be a consequence for acting out.
The thrill those words brought her was something she’d never been able to fully explain to girlfriends that didn’t play with submission. How could she describe that tingling rush that came with the promise of a punishment? The way it sent a wave of nerves and fear through her, which somehow left arousal behind in its wake. It was what made it addictive. That rush was what made her stay with David long after she should have left, like an addict trying to get one last high, and it was what had made her think of Eric for years after she should have let that torch die out.
“We’re here.”
“Oh shit, this is genius.” Colby brushed past Eric and pushed the door open, but Megan was at a loss until she saw into the large room on the other side. “Wood shop?! I didn’t even know they still taught this class!”
“I figured it was worth a risk to see if the classroom was still here. It’s secluded in this corner of the school.”
“Well, the classroom is here, but I’m sure Mr. Fishburn isn’t the one teaching it anymore while shouting every five minutes about how someone’s going to lose a hand.” Colby laughed as they stepped inside and shut the door.
It was a big room with workbenches spread out randomly, and one wall lined with power tools behind a locked cage. Megan’s mind started racing with possibilities and she could see the gears turning in Eric’s head as well. A hum went through her skin when his eyes suddenly moved to hers, and she couldn’t stifle the excited grin that stretched her lips.
“Nervous, Megan?” Eric smiled back at her and she huffed out a laugh.
“A little. I think I’m more curious about what you have planned.” She paused a moment, watching Colby wander the room. “Any chance you’re going to tell me?”
“No way in hell.” He grinned wickedly.
“No cameras or anything in here, I think we’re all good.” Colby piped up and she was surprised that he had thought ahead. With all the technology and security upgrades in schools it wouldn’t have been weird for them to be installed and she was grateful someone had thought to look. That would have been disastrous.
“Perfect. Then put your hands behind your head, Megan, and widen your stance.” Eric’s voice shifted quickly back to the low rumble of his Dominant side, and it felt familiar to obey even though he’d never been this confident in high school. She interlaced her fingers at the base of her skull and she was well aware of how it lifted her breasts, a thrill zinging through her at getting to submit again after so long. With someone she trusted. Two people she trusted. When she shifted her feet apart Eric laughed. “Farther. You know better.”
The heels made it difficult to maintain her balance as she moved them a little more, but when her dress slid up her thighs there was no question as to the purpose behind that command. She could feel the cool air of the room move between her thighs, drawing her attention to how wet her panties were. Then Colby walked back towards them slowly and Eric moved behind her. They reminded her of wolves stalking prey. Circling. Keen eyes glued to her, watching every tremble in her muscles as
she held the position he’d asked for.
“You’re beautiful, Megan.” Eric’s first touch was a light trace down her spine that had her arching her back as it sent a shiver over her skin. His words made her feel precious, but she tried not to dwell on the warmth they brought.
“Hot is the word I’d use,” Colby said through a grin as he closed the distance in front of her. She swallowed as he stepped close enough that his shirt brushed against her.
“That too.” Eric sounded like he was smiling behind her.
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Megan started to laugh at her joke, but then she felt Eric’s hands slide up the outsides of her thighs and under her dress. His fingers hooked into her panties and deftly pulled them down as far as he could with her legs spread as wide as they were. Without the fragile lace as a barrier she felt more naked than if he had simply taken her dress off.
“Everywhere?” Colby’s hand traced up the inside of her thigh and she bit her lip as he stopped short of her pussy. Instead his fingertips drew tiny circles on her skin, his knuckles barely brushing her mound. It wound her up more than she would have imagined, and Eric didn’t help as he moved his hands over her hips, her waist, and cupped her breasts from behind.
“You said you wanted to play the game, right?” His thumbs flicked over her hard nipples as they pressed against the fabric, practically begging to be touched. Pinched. Pulled.
Megan nodded.
Her attention was torn between the delicate patterns Colby was drawing between her legs, and the tension Eric was building as he gently began to tug on her nipples. Their bodies were so close on either side of her that she could feel the heat from their skin. Eric’s lips brushed against her ear and she whined as he pulled her back against his chest, forcing her hips forward to keep her balance. “What do you say, Megan?”
“Yes, sir.” The words felt like they had been waiting just on the other side of her lips, and once she’d said them she felt a sense of the familiar settle over her. Eric’s fingers tightened on her nipples and she hissed air through her teeth as the first sparks of pain lit up her nervous system like a runway at night. Colby instantly laid his hand over her mound, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit until she was moaning quietly as the two sensations bounced back and forth. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. The pressure between her thighs was too gentle, and not focused enough on her clit. It was a vicious tease that clearly promised what he was capable of giving, but was choosing to deny her. Even Eric’s pinching and tugging was muffled by her thin bra and the dress, and she knew he could have her begging and pleading if he wanted.
After all, he’d done it before.
It was slow and gentle torture, and her fingers tightened into fists in her hair as she struggled to hold position under the onslaught of their attentions.
“Are you going to be a good girl tonight, Megan?” Eric kissed the side of her neck as he spoke, the warmth of his breath rushing over her skin.
“Not fucking likely if you keep tormenting me like this.” The words had barely left her when Colby brought his hand back and shocked her by spanking her pussy hard. She yelped and Eric followed it up with a vicious twisting of the nipples pinned between his fingers that had her whimpering as pain zigzagged like a lightning strike through her.
“Well, if you’re not going to behave then I think we should have you properly undressed,” Eric declared. “Take the dress off.”
They both released her and stepped back, but they towered over her from the front and back and she felt small between them. A blush burned its way into her cheeks despite the fact that Eric had been her first and Colby had just had his hand between her thighs. It took a deep breath before she could reach behind her to grasp for the zipper. Just as she realized she’d need to start at her neck she felt Eric’s hands gliding the top few inches of the zipper down so she could more easily reach it. His knuckles brushed her skin and their fingers touched as she took over to guide it the rest of the way. As she started to drag the zipper down, Colby’s vibrant blue eyes were impossible to ignore. His look was hungry, and she realized how much she’d wanted to see that devious gaze on her in high school. She had wanted to be pursued by Colby, even though she’d been with Eric.
She had just wanted to feel… wanted by him.
Wanted by the playboy of Whittaker High.
To have him see her as worthy of a conquest, even if she would have never cheated on Eric. But he had apparently lived by a similar code, refusing to go for his friend’s girlfriend, and so neither of them had paid much attention to the other. Nothing except friendly hellos at bonfires in the woods, and hearty congratulations when games were won — and now they were inches from each other, and his eyes were tracking every inch of skin she revealed as the dress slid off her shoulders and down her body to pool at her feet. Her panties were halfway down her thighs, her bra was too thin to hide the hardness of her nipples, and the black heels were making her second-guess her pledge to never wear them again because she felt powerful. Sexy. Brave.
Eric’s hand moved into her hair and snapped tight and Megan got a clear view as Colby’s eyes widened and his pupils dilated in arousal. “Let’s get Megan squared away since she’s not planning on behaving this evening.”
“What?! I just said—”
“Shhh, Meg. I think if you argue with us that’s another consequence, right?” Colby grinned.
“It definitely is. Colby, I don’t think she needs her bra or panties anymore. Mind removing them?” Eric held her still as Colby stepped close. He hooked his fingers into her panties first, sliding them slowly down her legs as Eric held her in place by her hair. When Colby was crouched near the floor his breath moved across her thigh, just to the side of her mound and she wanted to plead for him to touch her again, to make her come, but he just lifted each of her heels from the floor to remove the panties.
“I want to taste you so badly, but I don’t think you’ve earned it.” Colby’s words were like a direct shot of arousal into her lower belly, because it was all she had been able to picture when he had practically knelt in front of her on the dance floor. Standing, he deftly unhooked her bra with one hand and smiled as he slid it from her shoulders. For a moment Colby stared at her with such intensity that she was too tense to breathe, but then he stepped back and she couldn’t ignore how much she wanted to feel him touching her. “Where do you want her?”
“I think I have an idea, and it will work well with the consequences we’ll deliver.”
“Think there will be a lot of those?” Colby asked.
“There always were. It’s why this was always one of my favorite games.” Eric’s glee was completely on display as he pushed her past Colby, dragging her by her hair as she bent at the waist trying to ease the strain. A second later she was pushed down over one of the workbenches. It was only about two feet wide, and when her thighs were pressed to the edge it meant her head had to hang down on the other side. “Hey, Colby, grab the first aid kit for me.”
“That’s a nice scare tactic, Eric.” Megan laughed a bit, but when his hand landed on her bare ass in a hard series of spanks that left her shifting her weight from foot to foot, she bit her tongue.
“It’s not a scare tactic, Megan. Now do not move, I’ll be right back.” She heard Eric move away from her and she tried to get comfortable lying across the workbench. The wood was worn smooth by years of use and she wasn’t worried about splinters, but she was well aware of just how completely exposed she was bent over — and both of the guys were behind her with a full view of her rear end.
“Do I get to know what the first aid kit is for?” Colby asked.
“Sure. I found some rope, but it’s pretty coarse and I’d like to not send Megan home with a bunch of rope burns to explain to people. The gauze will protect her skin.” Eric’s hand landed hard on her ass again and she yelped. “See, Megan? Not a scare tactic. Now spread your legs wide, we’re going to tie you up.”
“Yes, sir.
” The words escaped her again and she felt the familiar flutter in her stomach at their use. For a moment she wondered if she should be addressing the both of them at the same time, but then she felt hands at her ankles pulling her legs apart. First the right leg, stretched until it was almost uncomfortable, and then one of them was wrapping gauze around her ankle and tying it off.
“Watch me, Colby, you’re going to do her other ankle.” Eric’s voice was powerful even as he spoke to his friend, and then there was a muttered conversation that she had trouble following because she was too busy trying to keep her balance in the heels. As the rope pulled tight she felt Eric’s hand run up the inside of her leg, and then he sighed. “Heels off. She won’t be stable enough.”
“I got this one.” Colby answered, and then the two of them had her heels off in moments and Colby was replicating the gauze and rope on her other ankle as Eric tightened the first one. When they were done she was completely exposed and forced to put her weight on the workbench because her legs were so far apart.
“Megan?”
“What?” she answered instinctively, and then she felt the hard spank of Eric’s hand on her ass. She corrected with a wince, “Yes, sir?”
“I’m giving you a rule that you are to keep your heels flat on the floor. Every time you lift your heels from the floor the consequence is that I’ll add five to your punishment. Understand?” Eric’s voice was filled with the self-satisfied smugness of a proud Dom and it made butterflies flood her stomach even as a nervous energy settled into her skin.
“Yes, sir.”
“Give me your belt, Colby.” Eric’s voice was a command, but Colby wasn’t ready.
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