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“What about Sam?” Brock ignored her question as they both watched her.
“He’s gone again.” Cade’s voice was brooding, still angry, but darker, more sexual now.
“Brock?” Sarah wondered why she wasn’t completely terrified. Cade August looked like a man intent on fucking, and Brock appeared more than willing to let him have at her.
“Come here, Sarah,” he said, his voice gentle though filled with the hot throb of lust.
“Why?” she questioned him, almost frantic now.
Cade watched her, his expression filled with anticipation, sexuality. Dark determination defined his body, and his erection bulged the loose jeans he was wearing. Brock wasn’t in any better shape. As a matter of fact, he had risen from his chair and was unbuttoning his jeans as her eyes widened.
“Come here, Sarah.” He held his hand out to her.
“Why?” she whispered, trying to find her voice. Oh God, what had she gotten herself into this time?
She could feel her heart speeding up, sexual tingles of awareness raced over her skin, making her too aware of the intent in their expressions. She could feel her nipples hardening and that sent a flare of exasperated self-disgust through her. She had no self-control. It was pathetic. She wasn’t frightened, but she admitted to being more than wary at the moment.
“Because I told you to, Sarah.” His jeans were pulled off, his shirt falling to the floor, his swollen cock rose from between his thighs, thick and hard.
In an almost absent gesture, she watched as his hand circled his erection, his fingers stroking beneath the bulging head as he watched her. Pleasuring himself, totally comfortable with the act.
“What are you going to do?” She stepped back again, watching as Cade began to undress as well. “ Brock. Tell me what you’re going to do first.”
He moved to the table by the bed. Pulling out the drawer, he lifted the erotic toys he had replaced for her, checking them carefully, laying them on the table, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I don’t want to be punished like this, Brock,” she whispered, her body trembling, preparing itself. She was already wet, aching.
“This isn’t your punishment, Sarah,” he told her, a small grin tilting his lips. “The spanking will be your punishment. The fucking will be your pleasure.”
He walked to her then, his cheekbones flushed, his eyes holding hers. Moving with relaxed confidence, he went behind her, stopping at her back. His hands lifted to the zipper on her dress.
“Make him leave then.” She was breathing hard, too fast. Fighting to draw air into her lungs.
“No. He stays. He gets to spank you, Sarah.” Shock rippled over her in waves.
“Brock, please.” She was almost frantic now as his hands went to her shoulders, the dress inching down her body as he pulled the small straps over her arms.
Where was her strength? She couldn’t find the will to run. They wouldn’t rape her, she knew they wouldn’t. If she wanted to leave, she could go. Why couldn’t she go? She whimpered as her dress fell to the floor. The silk thong she wore went next, Brock’s hard fingers pushing them over her hips, down her thighs until they pooled at her feet.
When Sarah looked up, Cade was sitting on the bed, his cock stretched along his abdomen as he stroked it, much in the same manner that Brock had stroked his own.
“Sarah, when you showered, did you do as I told you?” Brock whispered in her ear.
The daily ritual he had laid out for her, for staying prepared for his pleasures, was burned into her mind.
“Yes,” she whispered. She had just showered less than an hour earlier. She shivered, knowing her body was more than ready for whatever they wanted.
“I want you to go to Cade. He’ll tell you what to do, Sarah.” The hands at her back urged her forward.
Sarah swallowed, fighting the trepidation washing over her body, the lust pulsing through it. She walked slowly, Brock urging her nearly every step of the way towards Cade.
“I’m scared.” She hated admitting that. Merely feet from Cade’s big body, she whispered the words to Brock.
He stopped. She stopped. She felt him sigh deeply.
“Would I let anyone hurt you, Sarah?” She felt his lips at her neck, watched Cade’s eyes darken as he too watched the caress.
“No,” she admitted, the breath heaving from her chest.
