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Jace went to a cabinet and got what he needed, then strode back to stand behind Andre as naked and proud as you please. “You gonna apologize for spitting in my face, boy?”
“Hold your breath, asshole, and see.”
Jace pulled something from behind his back—a flogger of some sort. Evan leaned forward, trying to see what kind. It didn’t look like any he’d used on her before. Plus, wet leather didn’t seem like a good idea. But when he flicked it a little, she heard the squeaking noise the tails made when they rubbed against each other. Rubber. Jesus.
She hadn’t been in this lifestyle all that long, but she’d been to The Ranch enough times to know there were levels of intensity when it came to flogging materials. And rubber was one of those with the red Experienced Players Only warning label. And wet rubber. Despite her own penchant for masochism, even she got a little worried for Andre.
Jace lifted the flogger and brought the tails down along Andre’s backside. The swing looked light but Andre reared up against the restraints and hissed out a breath.
“That didn’t sound like an I’m sorry.”
Andre ground his teeth. He had a safe word if he needed it, but he didn’t say sorry and he didn’t safe out.
Jace hit him again with a little more oomph, and Evan winced at the sound of the rubber hitting wet flesh. But Andre’s cock gave a jerk and his body shivered hard, a clear approval. Jace swung again across the backs of Andre’s thighs—once, twice, three times—the sharp snapping sound echoing off the tiles. Red welts appeared almost instantly, and Andre let loose a gut-deep moan, like it was so damn good he couldn’t bear it.
Whoa. Evan knew the man had a masochistic streak, but she hadn’t seen him take anything like this. Obviously Jace knew he liked it and could handle it. Because though Jace was watching Andre for any signs of distress, he looked relaxed and confident standing there behind him, wielding that flogger. Jace would never hit her with something like that, so maybe he and Andre did heavier stuff in their alone time. The thought didn’t make her jealous, but it made her damn curious.
Andre still refused to apologize, and Jace continued with the beating. Stripe after stripe appeared on Andre’s ass and thighs. Andre had to be dripping with sweat and burning all over by now. Hell, she was sweating. But he didn’t say a word and his arousal only seemed to increase, that pretty cock thick and glossy tipped. He was flying high. She could almost feel his descent into subspace, and she got an ache of her own, knowing how lovely a place it was to be.
Then Jace landed a blow along the soles of Andre’s feet and the man finally broke. Andre groaned long and loud, his voice hoarse when he managed to speak. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry. Please. Just please.”
“Please what?” Jace asked, his tone dry but fiery intent in his eyes.
“I’ll give you whatever you want. Take whatever you want. Just please . . .”
Jace set aside the flogger and grabbed one of the bottles he’d taken out when he’d gotten his equipment. This one looked to be shower gel or shampoo. “You want my cock, big man?”
“Yes, fuck.” Andre’s hands fisted in his cuffs as he obviously tried to keep himself still. “Please. You can tell her I begged. I don’t care.”
Jace stepped forward and smoothed his soapy hands along Andre’s sure-to-be-burning backside. The scent of something minty drifted through the steam, and Evan guessed the gel had some sort of cooling effect. Jace had rubbed something similar on her before. Andre moaned and tapped his forehead to the bench—clearly hovering in some place between agony and ecstasy.
“I like seeing my marks on you. It does it for me, knowing Mr. Tough Guy can’t help but get hard for me.” Jace grabbed a bottle of lube and tipped it over until viscous liquid slid down Andre’s crack. Then he pressed the heel of his hand over the space between Andre’s spread cheeks and massaged the oil in, his fingers playing with Andre’s balls along the way.
Andre’s back rose with choppy breaths again, and she could tell by the flexing of his muscles that he was dying in the sensation of it all. She didn’t have all the same parts, but she knew how lethal Jace’s hands could be, knew what that pressure and rubbing could feel like when you were hanging by a thread.
Jace let his thumb slide into Andre’s asshole, slow and easy, pumping it in and out ever so slightly, then he leaned down and licked over the spot.
Oh, fuck. Evan made her own needy noise under her breath and had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop more from slipping out. The act didn’t necessarily surprise her. She’d been on the receiving end of it before with these two, but seeing them doing it to each other—the forbiddenness of it alone flipped all her circuits. Jace’s attention turned toward her as he teased Andre with his tongue, and his gaze branded her. Gone was the playfulness, the hey-we’re-in-this-together vibe. He was looking at her like she was next on his list to take down.
She adjusted on the bench and her inner thighs slid against each other, her arousal making everything slippery and
sensitive. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, trying to temper how desperately turned on she was.
Jace lifted his head and made a motion like opening a shirt, then mouthed, Take it off.
She glanced down at her robe and got the message loud and clear. She was no longer watching the game; she was part of it. She stood and slipped the robe off. Despite the room’s warmth, her nipples hardened immediately and every part of her became more aware.
Jace’s focus tracked down her body with slow deliberation, lingering on the spot between her thighs right as he slipped two fingers into Andre. He stroked Andre with easy, languid movements, and Evan felt as if he were stroking her as well. Her heartbeat drowned out the sound of the showers.
“Looks like you’re turning more than me on, my friend.” Jace smiled a sinner’s smile and reached over with his free hand to tug off Andre’s blindfold. “We have a spy.”
Andre blinked, his expression going confused at first then tense when he saw Evan in his line of sight. “Jace.”
Evan heard the accusation in his voice, and it threw her for a moment. Did Andre not want her here?
“Yes?” Jace asked, almost nonchalantly as he worked Andre with his fingers.
Andre’s jaw was tight and he closed his eyes. “You know I don’t—”
