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23
Mare
Reaching down, I lifted my work uniform over my head. Dropping the material to the side, my fingers went to the back clasp of my bra and that, too, came off. I wondered if he still had the underwear he had taken during my shift in the pocket of his jeans, or if he was putting his growing collection somewhere else. As soon as I was bare before him, my gaze found his.
“I give you what you want,” I whispered. “I give you what you need.”
“And what is it,” he started, his gaze trailing over my naked form, “that I need?”
“My submission,” I replied. “And it’s yours.”
“Good girl.” Leaning forward, he kissed me sweetly. I sighed into his mouth, letting my lips part to make way for his tongue. The kiss was like our first, like I was a precious piece of treasure and I loved everything about it because, despite the cavity-inducing sweetness of it, I knew it was only a tease, a lie. Because a man like Ian Marshall wasn’t easy. He wasn’t sweet. He wasn’t gentle. He was dirty and hard and dominating, and I loved every part of him.
“Well, that’s a pretty sight to see.” I didn’t even bother to cover myself as Jensen strode into the room. There was no point in modesty around my guys. Not if I wanted them to fuck me the way I did.
Ian didn’t appear bothered at all by our new guest as he pulled away from me. “Isn’t she?” he inquired lightly, but there was a dangerous glint to his expression—a sadistic gleam in his eyes. He reached out and tweaked a nipple, and I gasped as the ache flared and sent a wave of endorphins into my system. My pussy softened and thoughts clouded over, rolling in waves over everything about what these two men were about to do to me. The only thing missing was Archer, but he was out working. I wondered what he would say when he found out what we’d done when he got back. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d be put out that he’d missed it all.Guess that means I’ll just have to make it up to him later.
“Turn around and go to the bed, Mare,” Ian ordered. “I want you on your hands and knees. Raise that ass in the air, I’ve got something for it.”
I’d turned and started towards the bed when a whooshing sound hit my ears and his hand came down hard on my ass making me gasp. Whirling around, my fingers going to where he’d slapped me, I looked at him with confusion. “What was that for?” I demanded.
He lifted a brow. “I don’t like your tone, Mare. What are you supposed to say when I give you an order?”
Oh fuck,I realized. We hadn’t done this in so long, I’d forgotten. I dropped my arms and lowered my gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
He nodded. “Good girl. Now go. Jensen?”
“Yes, Boss?”
“I’m getting the crop. You know what to do?”
I placed my hands on the bed and crawled into the center and glanced back.How would Jensen know what to do?I thought. This hadn’t been planned. Not unless… “Oh, you dirty rotten manipulative bastard,” I snapped. He’d gotten me in this position, right where he wanted, and I’d fallen hook, line, and sinker.
Ian stepped forward and brought his hand down on my ass again. The repetitivesmack smack smackechoed throughout the room. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that, Mare,” he ordered on a growl. “You may not be submissive to me outside of the bedroom, but you’ll damn well give it to me in here.” His hands sank into my hair once more and jerked my head up and back. I was panting, wetness oozing down the inside of my leg. I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together. “Ah. Ah. Ah.” He landed another slap on the back of one of my thighs, a place previously untouched. I groaned as the pain spiked and went straight to my core. “Keep these pretty legs spread. What do you say?”
“Yes, Sir.” I sank back into the role of Ian’s submissive as if I’d never left. He was right; it was exactly like coming home.
“I’ll be right back.” Ian released my hair. “Jensen?”
“I got her, Boss. Get what you need.” I tried to control my breathing as I felt Jensen approach the head of the bed. It was hard, and I felt like I was breathing too fast. Too shallow. Jensen placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up so that I could meet his gaze. “I’m glad to have you back, Mare,” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips across mine.
“Who said I was back?” I breathed against his kiss. “This is just sex.” That was a giant fucking lie, but I couldn’t stop the snarky response from leaving me, knowing it would get Ian fired up.
“No, it’s not,” he said with a deep chuckle, his expression softening slightly. The lightest of brushes ran down my cheek, the roughness of his fingertips sending a shiver down my spine. The gentleness in his movements and words took me by surprise, and a flicker of a different kind of warmth sparked. Not the combustible flame that we had when we were together, but a deeper one, the care and love wrapping around my very soul as his eyes scanned my face leisurely. “It’s never been just sex between us.”
As soon as he finished his declaration, Jensen released me, surprising me yet again as he yanked his shirt over his head. What was he doing? My eyes zeroed in on his hands as they went to the button of his jeans. He popped it and slid the zipper downoh so fucking slowly. Tease.
He grinned, letting me know he knew what I was thinking. Shucking his pants and boxers, he undressed quickly before crawling onto the mattress along with me. Jensen positioned himself in front of me, that stocky cock of his hard and swollen. I licked my lips. He fisted it, but when I moved to lick the head, he covered it.
“Not yet,” he snapped. “That’s not what your Master wants.”
“No, it isn’t.” I jumped when Ian’s voice sounded right behind me. I hadn’t even heard him come back in. Something small and soft touched my back. It was cool—leather. I sighed as it slipped down my spine and over my ass. It was pulled away for a moment, and then in a whoosh, it came back, slapping against the underside of my cheeks. My lips parted on a gasp. Fuck, he’d gotten a crop. He’d said it earlier, but it hadn’t registered until right then. “You don’t need to count, Mare,” he said in that deep tone of his. “I’ll keep going until I think you’ve had enough. What’s your safe word?”
“Red.” We’d always used the greenlight system where green meant good, yellow meant scared or unsure, and red meant stop.
“Good. Let’s begin.” The crop came down once more, and I groaned as I sank further onto the mattress, my legs spreading just a bit further as my head tilted forward and my eyes closed.
“Watch me, sweetheart.” Jensen’s voice drew me back to reality. Apparently finding that soft space when Ian was smacking my ass wasn’t allowed just yet. I needed to focus. I opened my eyes and lifted my head just as Ian struck the upper part of my thigh. A moan slipped out, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep a second one at bay when he did the same on my other thigh. I would be sore for days after this, every movement a reminder of this moment.
