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“This should be interesting,” Duke said, clutching her calf as she tossed and turned.
Fishing a few scarves out of the bag, Hank tied several together before he bound one ankle and then another, feverishly executing efforts to make her his hostage.
“This isn’t working for me,” she stated flatly.
“You aren’t in any real pain, are you?” Duke asked, sincerity oozing from his voice.
“No,” she replied, thinking she should’ve kept her mouth shut and played on the fact that real men wouldn’t have tied up a helpless woman the day after they picked her up from the hospital.
She was afraid to toss that card. Theatrics might cost her. Besides, she found herself relaxing. Was she actually enjoying this?
With her arms and legs splayed, Hank waved the dildo in front of her. Then he gave her a smart swat straight across her bare mound.
“Oh God!” she exclaimed, a bolt of pure ecstasy shooting up and down her spine. She’d always loved spankings. Whether they tanned her ass or her pussy, she enjoyed the smacks, the sounds certain to rouse her as much as the burn discovered from the erotic slap itself.
“There, submissive little one,” Hank rasped. “We’ll get that tight snatch heated right up.”
“Let’s get one thing straight,” she began, stretching her neck and looking down the length of her body. “I won’t call you Sir or Master.”
He smacked again. “We’ll see about that.”
“Damn it, Hank!” she exclaimed, writhing against the ties. “This is out of hand. It’s too soon.”
“Yes, it is,” Hank agreed. “I didn’t take you for a woman who’d play hard to get. You’ve longed for me, yearned for Duke. Considering you’re still as crazy about us as the day you left—don’t deny it—you should’ve stripped at the door and remained bare-ass until we gave you permission to dress. Since you didn’t, you’re paying the price.”
“Duke!” she exclaimed, directing all conversation toward the only Hinman with a brain in his head. “Don’t you see how unreasonable this is?”
Hank gave her another thrashing, and she twisted, trying to shift in an effort to thwart the direct contact with her pussy. The effort failed and the fiery need settled in her core.
Good God, she would’ve held them down and fucked them if she could’ve gotten her hands on them.
“You know how he is,” Duke told her when Hank left her room and headed for his own.
“This is crazy,” she said. “You can’t leave me here, Hank Hinman!”
“Admit it,” Duke drawled. “You love being teased.”
“No. What I’d love is far more appetizing than being left up here all alone! I can’t believe you two would leave me spread out like this. What if Frank comes in? What if the housekeeper sees me like this? What if…”
“What if I make you a deal?” Duke asked, seduction laced through every syllab
le. He leaned over and blew a stream of hot air against her folds.
She jerked. A bolt of passion zipped through her body. She would’ve paid them for sex then. Painfully aroused, bathing with them had been one thing. Understanding what they held in store, something else altogether.
“If you’ll be quiet for just a minute, I’ll give you something to think about.”
Hank returned then and stood in the doorway watching them. She swallowed hard. That male ego was worse than she remembered. Success gave Hank a cocksure attitude, a holier-than-thou kind of persona that suggested he was the ruling order in Hinman country.
Duke nudged her folds with his nose, nuzzling her. “Hmm, sweetheart, you still smell like a fresh peach.”
“Duke, please don’t do this. Lick me. Love me. Hell, don’t just look at my pussy and act like you’ve never seen one before!”
He took an indulgent swipe and then left the mattress, coming to the head of the bed. He towered over her and smacked his lips when he leaned in for what promised to be a short-lived kiss. “Taste me.”
Their lips crashed together. His tongue swirled around hers as he toyed with her.
“Hmm,” he muttered. “See how good you taste, darlin’?”
