“Already breaking the rules, bella? You must want to be punished tonight.” He pointed at the spot on the side of the bed. “Over here. I’m losing my patience.”
She wet her lips and hit the button that would set up the continuous timer. “Yes, sir. It’s all ready now.”
Before she could lower herself to the bed, he barked another order. “Get undressed.”
She did as she was told. Slipping out of her pants and blouse, then divesting of her bra and panties. The camera flashed, startling her though she knew it was set to go off every thirty seconds.
He smiled. “Definitely a moment worth capturing.” He leaned back on his elbows, taking in every inch of her nudity, making her feel both vulnerable and beautiful all at the same time. “Now I won’t have to just conjure you up in my mind when I stroke myself. I’ll have my very own pictures.”
She shivered. The image of him sliding his hand along that beautiful cock, thinking of her while he pleasured himself was enough to make her muscles wobble beneath her.
“That idea pleases you?”
“Yes, sir. Very much.”
He unbuttoned his trousers and eased the zipper down. The camera flashed. He freed his cock from his boxer briefs and stroked the length of it. A soft gasp escaped her. The need to touch him making her fingers twitch at her sides.
“What do you think about when you get yourself off, bella?”
Her cheeks warmed, and she dropped her focus to a spot on the side of the bed. “Lots of things, sir. Lately, I simply replay my times with you and Jace and just, uh, expand on that.”
“Eyes on mine,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. She instantly dragged her attention back to his face. His gaze was fierce, predatory. “Expand on it, huh? We’re not being hard enough on you? Maybe we need to push you further.”
She held his eye contact but didn’t respond.
Apparently he took that as an affirmative. “I see. Well, since the cat seems to have stolen your tongue, show me how you touch yourself.”
“You want me to—” She glanced at the camera.
Flash.
“I didn’t stutter. Punishment doesn’t always come in the form of physical pain. Show me, bella.” He fisted his cock with another rough stroke. “If not, I may just please myself and leave without touching you.”
She closed her eyes for a moment. Centering herself. She’d been in every position possible between Andre and Jace. They’d seen her with her ass in the air, striped with their marks. Why should she be embarrassed about masturbating? But something about sharing the intensely private nature of self-pleasure had her heart hammering.
“I’m waiting. If you’re not wet, you have permission to skip this punishment.” His smile was sly, knowing.
While holding his gaze, she brought her hand to the lips of her sex, the tissues already swollen with need. Her finger parted her folds and rubbed, the evidence of her arousal slicking her skin. A quiet moan escaped her as she put pressure against her clit.
Flash.
“That’s right, bella. You look so fucking gorgeous right now. Let me and the camera see what pleases you.”
His approval washed over her, giving her the confidence to continue. She moved her fingers along her labia, dipped inside her pussy, and massaged her clit, but not directly. Over the last few weeks she’d learned the sweet satisfaction of delayed gratification, of not coming unless one of the guys gave her permission. Her free hand drifted up her belly and she cupped her breast, pinching her nipple hard, imagining it was Andre’s teeth instead of her fingers.
A louder, more urgent moan escaped and she could no longer maintain eye contact. Her head tilted back and her fingers increased the pressure between her legs. Her legs felt weak beneath her and she wondered how long she could remain standing. Her knees tried to give out, but she fought to stay upright.
“Don’t let yourself fall. Sit on the floor. Legs spread. Don’t stop what you’re doing,” Andre directed.
She didn’t know how he and Jace did it, but somehow they were always in tune with her body, her needs. Even the slightest flinch didn’t go unnoticed. She eased down to her knees and then followed his instruction, the polished concrete hard and cold beneath her heated bottom. He could’ve invited her on to the bed where it’d be more comfortable, but this was punishment.
She parted her knees directly in his line of sight, exposing every bit of herself to him. Moisture glistened at the tip of his cock and he rubbed it over the head with his thumb, the move so natural and unashamed, so ruggedly male, that it made her mouth go dry. Flash.
“Show me how wet and ready that pretty cunt is, bella. I want to know how much you need me inside you.”
She buried two fingers inside her channel and pumped once, twice. Her body clenched around the invasion, desperate for something besides her own hand. The scent of her arousal permeated the small room when she lifted her fingers to him, the glossy state of her skin obvious.
He climbed off the bed, tucked his erection back into his pants, and stalked her way. When he stopped directly in front of her, she didn’t dare move. He planted his feet, his stance wide, foreboding. He was so close she had to tilt her head back to an uncomfortable angle to look up at him, the effect making her feel even smaller next to his large body.
The camera flashed again, lighting his face in a menacing combination of shadows. “If the three of us are just stroke material for one another, Evan, just people playing out fantasies, then go ahead and make yourself come. You don’t need my help to get off. I’ve already played the role you wanted to cast me in tonight, right? The guy who came here to use you. A guy you can write off because I’m just part of the game.”
She winced. “Andre . . . no.”
He lifted his hand, palm up. “Then prove me wrong, bella. Come over to the bed with me and let me make love to you. You. No roles. Only Andre and Evan.”
She tucked her knees to her chest, her skin damp from the combination of the lingering arousal and the abject fear of what he was suggesting. “I don’t know if I can do that. I’m scared.”
“Of what? Letting down your guard and falling for one of us?”
“Or both,” she whispered.
He crouched down in front of her, his stern expression softening. His hand landed warm against her shoulder. “Bella, I know things are complicated. But the power is all in your hands. If you can fall for us then maybe what you have with Daniel needs a long, hard look. At the end of this, if you don’t want to walk away from us, you don’t have to. We’re not going anywhere.”
She pressed her forehead to her knees. They weren’t going anywhere, but she was. She had a promise to keep. One she wouldn’t default on.
But in that moment she realized her fear was useless. The thing she was most trying to protect herself from had already happened. She’d fallen for Andre. And had been in love with Jace from the moment he’d kissed her again. No amount of backpedaling or game-playing could save her heart from these men.
“Take me to the bed, please.” She looked up at him, caught his gaze. “Andre.”
The smile he gave her nearly broke her open, but now wasn’t the time for tears. Now was the time to let go and be real with one of the men she loved. Something she hadn’t done since she’d snuck into Jace’s room that night when she was sixteen.
Andre slipped his hands beneath her, carried her over to the mattress, and laid her down with quiet ease. His fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, but she reached out and stilled his work. “May I?”
“I’d love that.”
Evan sat up a bit and taking her time, she slipped each button through its eyelet, exposing the hard expanse of his tan chest. The pace of his breathing beneath her fingertips increased with each button freed. She pushed the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. She laid a hand over his heart, concern swamping her. “No bulletproof vest?”
He pressed his hand over hers. “They’re hot. I took it off when my shift ended.”
“Oh.” She moved her hand and kissed the spot where it had been. “Good. Because I was about to yell at you.”
He chuckled. “I have an appreciation for a little pain, but not the getting shot in a vital organ kind.”
“Mmm, a little pain, huh?” She lowered her head and used the tip of her tongue to play with the ring through his nipple. She sucked the silver into her mouth, tugging none too gently.
He rewarded her with a soft grunt.
Her hand snaked down to his already unfastened pants and pushed past the fly of his boxer briefs. His cock was hard and hot in her hand. She stroked the smooth length of it, wishing that she could have him bare inside her. She knew both he and Jace had to be tested regularly to maintain membership at The Ranch. And God knows she was clean. But both men thought she was sleeping with Daniel, so they had to protect themselves from the unknown. And she certainly couldn’t share the truth with them.
She bent down and gave the head of his cock an open-mouthed kiss. Since he’d touched himself, she’d wanted nothing more than to taste him against her tongue, a salty, spice-laced flavor she now had memorized.
He touched her hair. “Hold on, bella. These boxers are strangling me.”
Momentarily dislodging her from her task, Andre shucked his pants and boxers, took a condom from his wallet, and then tossed the clothes off in the corner of the room. The camera had continued to flash, but she no longer noticed. All she could focus on was the sheer male beauty in front of her. “Better?”
He leaned over and kissed her lips lightly. “Much.”
He tried to shift their positions, to take over. But she pushed him back on his butt. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”
He sat back with a smile, leaning on his elbows, shameless in his nudity. “Well, far be it from me to thwart you from your mission. Go for it, gorgeous.”
She drew her knees beneath her and her mouth was back on him, licking, savoring, enjoying the freedom to touch and taste as she pleased. Part of being submissive to Andre and Jace had meant she’d spent a lot of time on her knees, working to pleasure them at their command. Before she’d met them, giving head had just been a fun little foreplay exercise. Something to do to help out the guy. But the experience with these two men had shifted her entire perspective.
Now she relished her ability to give pleasure. To make a strong man quiver beneath her ministrations. Having been blindfolded and bound numerous times had also focused her senses, had allowed her to appreciate the earthy taste of a man’s skin, the scent of his body heating up with arousal—clean sweat and soap for Jace, musky cologne for Andre. The experience had been transformed into a sensual immersion she craved. Even the infinitesimal tension that ebbed and flowed through Andre’s muscles as she moved her mouth along him registered on her sexual Richter scale.
Deciding to push it a little further than she had in the past, she took him in her hand and licked the base of his cock, then ventured lower. With a languid pace, she drew her tongue along the seam of his sac.
He gripped her hair and his muscular thighs widened, giving her even more access. “That feels amazing.”
She smiled. A man who kept himself this clean-shaven deserved to be rewarded. She mouthed one of the sensitive globes of his sac, swirling her tongue around it.
He grabbed her head with both hands, his body shuddering beneath her. “You keep that up, bella, and you may get a new form of hair gel.”
She moved back the merest of space. “Maybe I’m getting you back for all the relentless patience you’ve used on me.”
Sweat glistened on his forehead when he looked down his body at her. “Oh, is that right?”
She kissed her way up his chest, crawling along his body, and ended with a nibble along his bottom lip. “No, in all honesty, I just love sucking your cock.”