Levi rolled me over onto my back and drew my hands above my head. I looked down at his cock, realizing he was still hard and still hadn’t come yet. He pinned my wrists down with one hand and looked back at Mateo.
“What are you going to do to me?” I taunted.
“Whatever I want to.”
“Do your worst, if you dare.” This was turning me on more than I thought possible. Then again, my mind had been running off fantasy fumes for years at this point, and now that I was actually getting to have kinky sex—I waslovingit. “I doubt you’d even leave a mark.”
“You’re such a brat,” Levi chuckled, his weight keeping me in place.
“I already know you want to remember this moment,” Mateo said.
The mustache only made him hotter, like a deviously sexy villain. Hot and flirty and someone I trusted explicitly.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
That earned me the first strike from the riding crop. It was quick and at the top of my thigh. I gasped as the sting of it registered, pain followed by . . .
A rush of endorphins. My nipples hardened, my eyes widening as Mateo rubbed the spot he’d just hit with the flat of the crop. The leather was cool and almost soothing.
The anticipation was driving me insane.
Mateo shook his head at me. “Hold her down.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Levi smirked. I started to squirm beneath him as Mateo inched closer. I eyed the riding crop nervously, but it was the horny kind of nervous. Thecuriouskind of nervous.
The riding crop dragged down my leg. I whimpered as Mateo grabbed hold of the spreader bar before I could twist, keeping me in place as he brought the crop down.
“Fuck.” My eyes closed, a moan following. It hurt. It really fucking hurt, but it also felt so good that I was turned on all over again.
When I looked at Mateo again, I was in awe. There was a darkness in his gaze that was swallowing me whole. A lusty, depraved need to own me. To have me.
He could have it all.
I trusted him. I trusted Levi. They were both the kind of men I’d leave my drink with in a bar or I’d ask to drive me home. They were both someone I could trust to leave bruises on my body and still treat me like a queen. Both of them worshiped the ground I walked on, and knowing that . . .
Knowing that made this even hotter.
Mateo smacked my other thigh, the sound snapping around me. I bucked, whining as he did itagain, again, again?—
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck you.”
Again, again, again.
“It hurts,” I cried. He hesitated, but I shook my head. God, the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. That’s why we had our safe words, right?
Again, again, again?—
He pried another gasp from my lips, and Levi caught it in a kiss. I whimpered as our tongues met, the taste of Mateo shared between us. The pain and pleasure created the perfect shade of desire in my mind, every breath shared with him. Every kiss all-consuming. Every stinging ache soothed by the euphoric rush pumping in my veins.
Levi’s other hand settled over my pussy, the weight surprising me. His fingers slid against my clit right as Mateo smacked my thigh again, earning a sharp cry.
“Oh god.Oh god. Fuck.”
His fingers against my clit felt so fucking good. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get away. I just had to take what they gave me.
My muscles tensed, my lungs sucking in jagged breaths as I chased the high. My skin felt raw, every strike from the riding crop growing more and more intense until tears squeezed out the corners of my eyes. A punchy orgasm rolled through me, quick and raw. By the time it finished, neither of them gave me a second to recover.
