“Watch what?” I smile at him innocently, and he growls as he steps closer and grabs me. Dean pulls me against his chest and grabs the back of my neck to keep me from pulling away from him.
“That bratty little attitude of yours is about to backfire,” he warns.
“Oh, is that right?” I ask. “How many times have you said that to me, Dean?”
“Enough that I should have put you over my knee a long time ago,” Dean says as he leans down and brushes his lips against my ear. “You’re in the lion’s den now, Little Demon. I suggest you learn to watch your mouth.”
Dean steps back, and I look at him for a moment, contemplating what I want to say next. I could be a brat, or I could just shut up. He narrows his eyes at me, knowing exactly what I’ll choose.
“Make me,” I say simply. This isn’t the first time that I have challenged them, and it certainly won’t be the last. Generally, whenever I make a comment like this, they just kind of grunt their disapproval and move on. This time, he takes me by surprise when he wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me closer. He’s not squeezing, but he sure does have my attention.
“Say it again, Sadie,” he says.
“Say it again, Sadie,” I mock with a grin. Dean drops his hands before grabbing my shoulders and turning me away from him. He grabs the zipper on my dress and pulls it down so he can pull the straps off and let the dress drop to the floor, leaving me in nothing but a black lace thong and no bra.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Mason says as he steps in front of me. His hands immediately come to my breasts. He runs his thumb across my nipples, making them harden at his touch, before letting his hands run down my sides to settle on my hips. My eyes are focused on him, but I notice that Lance is watching closely from the side.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I admit with a sheepish whisper.
“We lead, and you follow,” Dean says as he moves my feet apart. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
“Yes, Dean. I’m a virgin. Not an idiot,” I say. He smacks my ass, and I yelp, making Mason chuckle.
“Then what is it?”
“Banana,” I laugh.
“Okay,” he chuckles and kisses my shoulder. “One word and we stop, but understand that’s the only word we will stop for. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
“This includes no. You understand that, yes?” Mason asks.
“I do. I don’t know why, but I understand,” I say.
“It’s because you are going to have a snap reaction and tell us to stop when you likely don’t mean it. This safe word will make you truly think about it. If you say no or ask us to stop, we will check in with you,” Mason says.
“I understand,” I say with a sigh.
“Impatient, are we?” Mason asks with a smirk.
“Slightly,” I admit.
“Take off that cute little thong and lie down for us,” Mason says, stepping to the side.
“Ah fuck,” I say in a hushed tone as I close my eyes. What little self-confidence I had just flew out the window, and suddenly I’m shaky again.
This is real. I am mostly naked and about to lie down for my best friends to do as they wish with my body. Who the fuck do I think I am, thinking I can handle them? Maybe Angela was right. This thought sends me into a spiral, and I am back to nearly hyperventilating again.
“I can’t,” I whisper. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
“What are you thinking?” Mason asks as he cups my face with his warm hands.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m one person. One. I don’t know what to do, or… or how to act. I don’t know, Mason. I don’t know what to…” When I start repeating myself, he presses his lips to mine and kisses me. It’s soft and gentle at first, but when he bites at my lip, something flips in my head and I groan as I loop my arms around his neck.
Dean squeezes my ass before slowly pulling my thong off. Once down, he has me step out of it and my dress so he can lay them elsewhere. Mason presses his thumbs into my hips as Dean reaches between my legs and pushes two fingers inside of me.
I gasp and break our kiss as Dean starts to slowly fuck me with his hand. “Oh, God,” I sigh and grip onto Mason’s biceps.
