Page 43 of Road to Redemption

I couldn’t stop the laugh from coming out. “Hm, I wonder what it could be.”

Rolling her eyes, Dom hissed. “You’re just not even trying.”

“Maybe you should show us how to play then.” I winked, licking my lips as I tempted her.

I knew the wrath that the teasing might cause, but I didn’t care. She needed to get those feelings out one way or another. And if she would rather use my body to relieve her tension, I’d be more than happy to take her.

Then it was my turn. “I’ve got mine. I once skipped class in high school to get a record signed by my favorite musician. I learned to play the oboe. And I really really hate fucking Leo and Spencer.”

Dom collapsed her head into her palms, tugging at the loose strands of black hair. “I swear to God.”

Laughing, Spencer kept on. “I like it when Kiera bosses me around. Leo’s a better cook than me. Kiera and Dom can’t stop fucking each other when no one’s looking.”

There was no stopping the blush that rose to my cheeks as I tried to turn toward the window. “Your truths are supposed to be about yourself.”

Leaning closer, Spencer licked her lips. “Fine, correction: I loved listening to Kiera and Dom fucking every night.”

Those dark brown eyes were lethal, pools of gasoline ready to be lit by desire.

Dom’s jaw tightened, finally caving and leaning back in her seat. “I did fuck Kiera. And I do it better than anyone on this goddamn plane ever could. Better than anyone on this earth. And I’ll fuck her right here on this jet.”

A wide grin took over Spencer’s face, finally getting the shark to bite. “You don’t fuck her better than I do.”

Leo tucked her hands behind her head, showing off her bulging muscles. “Neither of you hold a torch to what I do to her body.”

They were talking about fucking me like I was some toy, something for them to pass around. And I couldn’t deny that my pussy throbbed at the thought. Spencer and Leo had already had their way with me. But what would they think about the way that Dom possessed me?

Spencer stood up, putting her hand on the back of my chair. A waft of her citrusy sweat filled my nose, instantly making my mouth water to taste her. “Go on, Bunny. Tell them just how good Daddy Spencer fucks you.”

Before I could answer, Leo rose from her chair. She pulled her pants up by the belt, fiddling with the buckle. Was it an adjustment or a warning?

“Princess, you don’t need to lie to make Spencer happy. Be honest and show them how you say ‘Sir’ with my strap in your mouth.” Leo sat on the table in front of me.

Not one to cave to a dick-measuring contest, Dom crossed the cabin and rolled up the sleeves of her button down. Her sleeves of tattoos strained against her forearms, the veins in her hands popping out from the skin.

She stood behind me, but I refused to look up at her.

There was no way I was giving in to her so easily. Definitely not with my other two saviors watching.

Her hand snaked around the leather chair, gripping my chin. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her hand tattoos and her gold watch glimmering.

Lifting my jaw, she forced my eyes to meet her piercing blue gaze. “Confess, Viper.” In a hiss, she leaned over me. “To how you're a dirty, desperate whore for your Master.”

The pulsing of my clit between my legs was undeniable, the three of them completely surrounding me. There was nowhere to run, I couldn’t outrun my desire to have all of them. Not anymore. Every fantasy I’d had about letting them share me was about to unfold before my very eyes.

Before I could move, Dom pursed her lips. “Open your mouth, Viper.” I did as I was told, not ready to take another punishing night of Dom’s strap. And as soon as my lips parted, Dom gathered spit in her mouth and let it roll off her lips.

It dropped straight to the back of my throat, drawing a moan from my chest.

Leo’s eyebrow raised, shocked by my compliance to Dom’s commands.

“If our little toy won’t squeal, we’ll have to take her for a test drive.” Spencer laughed.

Leo looked back at Dom, the two of them sharing a thought that I couldn’t read.

And before I could try to interpret it, Leo had grabbed my hips and lifted me out of the plush chair, setting me on the polished table.

“Jesus.” I whimpered, the breath catching in my throat as my ass met the table.