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“No, sir.”
Their hands traced up her calves, caressing, kneading, then slipped below the hem of her skirt. Hot palms against her already burning inner thighs. Each of them massaged, inching closer and closer to her wet heat. She let her head sag forward between her shoulders as she silently begged them to give her some relief.
Roughened fingers slid inside her, deep and without preamble. She bowed up, a cry escaping her lips. “Oh, God, please.”
Another hand found her clit. She couldn’t tell if it was Jace or Andre, but just that one was inside her and one was sliding along her folds. Pleasure, sharp and intense, whipped through her. She rocked against their busy hands. So, so close.
Then, right when she could feel the first threads of that orgasm waiting in the wings, they backed off. “No!”
Jace kissed the curve of her neck and bit. “You don’t get to say no, sweetheart. Strip her, Andre.”
“Wait. Here?” She glanced around the parking lot, a shred of panic winding through her. Exhibitionism in her fantasies got her going but suddenly she wasn’t so sure if she had the guts to follow through.
“Yes, here. You have to earn these back. Your behavior so far has proven you don’t deserve modesty.” Andre dragged her skirt down and off then wound his hands around the front of her to unfasten the rest of her buttons and remove her bra.
The edge of coolness in the fall air danced over her, tightening her already aching nipples and raising goose bumps on her skin. Instinctively she lowered her arms to cover herself but Jace caught hold of her wrists and guided them behind her back again, refastening the cuffs. The move made her breasts jut out further and graze the chilled metal of the car.
She wriggled in their grasp. “You can’t expect me to walk around like this.”
“We can and you will,” Jace assured her. “Everyone will see what a pretty prisoner we’ve got. And how wet and pink you get knowing everyone is looking at you.” He positioned himself behind her, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her ass and the flared base of the plug. “You don’t fool me, sweet pet. I know you’ll get off on being displayed just as much as we get off by showing you off.”
He splayed his hand over her mound, giving delicious pressure and drawing a mewl from her.
“I fucking love knowing how everyone who sees you will want you, but only we get to have you. You’re ours, pet. Always.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, the overwhelming deluge of emotion interweaving with her desperate desire for them. “Yes, sir. Always.”
Another hand brushed her hair away from her face and Andre’s voice tickled her ear. “Trust us to know what you can take.”
She nodded, her fears falling away like dead leaves. She would follow these men into the dark, knowing they would be there to save her if it was too much. “I want to please you. I’ll do whatever you think is best.”
Andre’s smile was like a laser of warmth slicing through the cool air. He laced his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck and leaned in for a kiss. His tongue slid over hers, and Jace joined in, pressing his lips to her shoulders, her spine, the curve of her ear. Tingles having nothing to do with her hyper-aroused state raced through her like fireflies, lighting any remaining dark corners within her and filling them with the shine of love she had for these two men.
How she had lived so long without this feeling she didn’t know. Her black-and-white life had gone Technicolor in the best possible way. Standing in the middle of a parking lot, cuffed and as naked as the day she was born, she’d never felt safer or more content.
Andre eased away, leaving her breathless. He smiled. “We’d better get going before you tempt me off my plan. Despite evidence to the contrary, my patience isn’t limitless.”
She laughed, and Andre pulled something from his pocket. Black material, but not a blindfold. Her lips parted to ask him what it was, but before she could, she had her answer. Andre pulled the tight spandex mask over her head, blocking out the last glimmer of dusk and muffling the sounds around her. Only a space for her mouth remained open to the air.
What the hell? She sucked in air through her nose, verifying the material was still porous enough to breathe through.
Jace squeezed her shoulder. “We don’t want you distracted. All you need to focus on is what we’re making you feel.”
She nodded, the panicky feeling settling down to a fine electric buzz running over her skin. “Yes, sir.”
Hands clamped over her biceps, and the guys made sure she was steady on her feet. They nudged her. “Walk.”
She stumbled on the first step, but they kept her upright. “Should I take off my heels?”
“Don’t talk crazy now,” Jace said. She could picture the naughty schoolboy smile he was probably wearing. “What kind of guys would we be if we made you walk barefoot on gravel?”
“Yeah, uh-huh. You’re all heart,” she said, letting the sarcasm drip off her tone.
The boys led her through the parking lot and onto pavement. The disorienting feeling of not knowing what was around her had her focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and on trusting the strong men flanking each side of her.
The squeak of a heavy door opening filled her ears and warm air cascaded over her, the contrast in temperature making her shiver. They were going inside. The built-in urge to shield her nudity, to feel shame, rose within her. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself.
Jace and Andre wanted to show her off, to strip away the remaining bricks and expose the soft vulnerable core of her trust. To push her. If she gave herself over completely to their wishes, she knew the reward would be hers. But that didn’t stop her heart having a grand mal seizure beneath her rib cage.
