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“I should. I’ve been one myself at times.”
“You’re anything but now,” Lucy reminded him.
Rex snarled. “Don’t go thinking I’m easy.”
“That’s exactly what you are,” Lucy said, patting his cheek.
Rex blushed, which was rare. Before he provided a comeback, Lucy said, “Luke brought along a bedtime snack.”
“I see,” Rex rasped, acknowledging the ginger.
“What are you up to?” she asked, her gaze dancing between them.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” Luke replied.
“I don’t like surprises.”
“We don’t either,” Rex informed her. “And you’re in a heap of trouble for keeping secrets.”
“Are you gonna whip me, tonight?” Lucy asked, snuggling against Rex when he draped his arm around her shoulders.
“You’d better believe it. You’ll be reprimanded frequently for the rest of your life.”
Chapter Twenty
Lucy was face down on the bed within minutes of entering the master bedroom. “Look at her, why don’t ’cha,” Luke said, swatting her ass with a riding crop.
Lucy jerked, but she didn’t roll over to see them. This night was about her men, the cowboys ready for more than a wild buck and quick ride. They wanted to punish her for being a bad girl, a naughty woman with kinky tendencies she’d failed to mention. After Rex had prowled around in Fred’s life, he undoubtedly knew the kind of punishment techniques to which she’d been exposed.
Luke bound her hands, cuffing them with leather grips. He held her by the hair of the head and ran his hand down her back and ass. “You want to be naughty tonight, don’t you baby?”
“Yes, Master Luke,” she said. “With your permission.”
He stroked her hip. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered, lapping at her ear.
Lucy glanced at the clock. Red digits announced the time as half past midnight. The evening promised a lot of excitement, tremendous pleasure, and with any luck, a minor amount of pain.
Truth told, Lucy was a pleasure-pain junkie. She found the most erotic sensations were often enjoyed after a sensual spanking, and she preferred paddles to crops. Tonight, she’d have both. Luke and Rex knew what she enjoyed, and they never made her want for much.
Rex joined them then. He stood in front of her with his cock parallel to her lips. His hard length tempted her, but the slit was what she focused on most. Evidence of his excitement bubbled at the top, and she longed to taste him.
Stretching her neck, she moistened her lips. “Just one lick?”
“No, sub.”
“Please, Master?” she asked, her mouth watering as he moved his cock not even an inch away.
She inhaled his masculine scent, the spicy, rich woodlands aftershave and the strategically placed cologne. Rex always smelled so damn good.
Tilting her chin upward, she stretched forward. With her hands locked behind her back, she wasn’t accomplishing what she set out to do and finally collapsed against the bed, her cheek to the comforter.
“That’s my pretty sub,” Rex taunted her, stroking her hair. “You know when it’s time to give up the fight, don’t you, lover?”
That was a challenge.
Her head popped up, and she fought against the binds to wiggle her way to the edge of the bed. Luke held her feet as soon as she began crawling, clasping her ankles together and applying pressure to her handcuffs.
Oh Lord, how she loved the games they played. She studied Rex then. She wondered. Was this all a game to Rex? Had something changed in him while she was away?
