Beyond Shame

spread her other thigh wide and buried his finger in her body with a satisfied growl. “She’s already so fucking wet. You two get her running hot.”

Lex opened her eyes and met Noelle’s gaze. Then she jerked the chain harder and smiled. “She’ll find out soon enough, won’t she?”

“Why wait?” Dallas fixed his hypnotic stare on Noelle, and she felt as trapped by his eyes as she was by the chains and rope, by the bulk of Jasper’s body pressing down on her.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him raising his hand, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from his until he lifted his slick finger to her lips with a growled command. “Suck it.”

Noelle almost hated herself for how quickly, how eagerly, she obeyed. Then again, all she did was part her lips and Dallas was there, plunging his finger deep, working it back and forth between her lips with an obscene thrusting rhythm that her hips tried to match. Her inner muscles clenched around nothing, intensifying the ache of being so empty.

She licked the oddly addictive taste of Lex off his finger with quick, obedient strokes, each one a silent plea he ignored, except to growl again. “If you’re half this enthusiastic with a cock in your mouth, it’s a fucking miracle Jas ever puts his pants on.”

Jasper bit the back of her shoulder. “Tell him about the last time you sucked my dick.”

The last time had been the first time, the only time, and it was only natural that the realization led to the fantasy of Jasper circling the bench to thrust his cock into her mouth, into her throat, though she still hadn’t learned how to take him that deep without choking and God, right now she wouldn’t care.

Dallas slid his finger free with a soft pop and caught her chin. “What happened last time you sucked him off?”

It was getting easier to say the things she never could have imagined before, even if her voice wavered and cracked at the most embarrassing moments. “He came on my face. And my neck. And my—my breasts.”

Laughing, Dallas released her and reached for the string of beads. “I guess that’s another way to get a pearl necklace. These look gorgeous wrapped around Lex’s throat and tits, but not as good as they’re about to.”

He echoed Lex’s earlier movements, rubbing a few of the smooth spheres against the woman’s skin, low on her abdomen. She trembled under his touch and locked her fingers around his arm, her nails digging into his skin. “Please, Dallas.”

Quiet but needy, close to begging.

Noelle knew how she felt.

But Lex’s torment was nearly at an end. Dallas used one hand to part her folds— No, corrected Ace’s voice, mocking even in Noelle’s imagination, her pussy lips—and used one finger to nudge a long loop of pearls inside her body, the soft click of the beads knocking together undercut by Lex’s harsh groan.

She twisted, thrusting her hips toward him. “More.”

Noelle held her breath as he repeated the process again and again, pumping his finger in and bringing another few inches of the long strand with him each time. “This is what we’ll do, Noelle,” he said in a hoarse voice, speaking over Lex’s whimpers. “Everything Jasper wants to do to you, I’ll do to Lex first. And if you want it, you wrap your tongue around the dirty words and you beg him to give it to you.”

Noelle whimpered, too, shifting her hips as much as she could. “I want it. I want that.”

“Uh-uh.” Dallas rocked two fingers into Lex and flexed his wrist, doing something to the pearls inside her that made her entire body jerk. “Tell her you want the details, Jas.”

Jasper straightened and moved his hand from her hip. For the longest moment, he didn’t touch her at all— and then his hand fell heavy around the front of her throat. “Say it, sweetheart.”

Before Noelle could speak, Lex sucked in a breath and released it with a curse. “Fuck. Fuck.” The chain rattled again as she dug her teeth into her lower lip and struggled against both men’s restraining hands.

Lex’s pleasure turned her own arousal sharp enough to cut. Noelle squeezed her eyes shut and forced out the words, each one slicing through her self-consciousness until the plea tumbled from her lips. “I want the pearls in my pussy. Please, Jas, please let me have them, please let me come.”

Instead, his touch vanished again.

Noelle bit off a panicked moan as her heart slammed into her throat. He’d lied, he’d lied and he was going to leave her like this, begging and wanting and always empty, always starving—

Dallas caught her chin and lifted her head. “Easy, love. He went to get something. We’ve got you.”

Jasper stared at her as he walked back to the bench, a small bottle in one hand. “She doesn’t trust me yet,” he muttered.

“I do,” Noelle protested weakly, but Dallas pressed his thumb over her lips before she could say anything else.

“Don’t lie,” he told her softly. “It’s not just something you do, it’s something we earn. Let us earn it tonight, kitten.” He used his grip on her chin to turn her face toward Jasper. “Look at him. Look him square in the eyes. Don’t think about forever, think about tonight. Can you trust him to take care of you tonight?”

Still ashamed by her weakness, she nonetheless lifted her gaze to Jasper’s. His eyes were dark, endless, and there was a wariness there alongside the hunger. Even lashed to a bench, physically helpless, she had the power to hurt him. Not only with words, but with something as visceral and silent as a moment of fear.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. The next words were harder, because she had to say them knowing that a wrong one might end the night, like it had before. She had to take the step over the edge of the cliff, blind and willing to shatter if he stepped away and let her fall. “I promise to trust you.”

The words rolled over him, relaxing a little of the tightness in his eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t yet, since I’m not giving you what you asked for.” When he stepped behind her, his slippery fingers skated over her pussy but didn’t linger. He touched her ass instead, probing between her cheeks. “Not exactly.”

His fingertip pressed against her back passage, stretching the tight ring of muscle with a painfully pleasurable jolt that startled a cry out of her. Her gaze found Lex’s, and she whimpered a question she hoped the other woman could understand.

Her leg was still propped high against the middle of the bench. She lowered it a little, reached up and brushed the back of her hand over Noelle’s jaw. “Relax, baby girl. He’ll make you feel good. All you have to do is let it happen.”

Noelle panted as his finger pushed harder, and this was pain, the kind she wasn’t supposed to like but couldn’t stop craving. Her clit pulsed with every slow twist of his finger, and she caught herself rocking mindlessly against the leather padding, reveling in the friction against her nipples.

There was only one thing to say. One thing to beg for. “More.”

Her name melted into a pleased rumble as Jasper gathered the second strand of pearls and drew them up the inside of her thigh. “I’m going to put them in your ass, darling. Should we let Dallas decide what I put in your pussy?”

She was so distracted by the sensation that the truth tumbled free, the naive, silly truth. “I never knew there were so many possibilities.”

“Everything you ever wanted,” Lex whispered, slipping her fingers into Noelle’s hair just as Jasper pressed the first of the pearls into her ass.

It was impossible to define the feeling of intrusion, impossible to narrow it to only one feeling at all. She seesawed between the giddy burn of the tight muscles resisting to the heady relief each time he pushed the widest part deep enough for her body to do the rest.

She lost count after three. It could have been only a few more or a hundred, she only knew that she felt full and empty at the same time, and when the next little sphere popped into her body, she moaned and tugged against Lex’s grip in her hair. “Tell him what to put in my pussy,” she whispered, not even stumbling over the word. “Anything, anything, please, just something…”

“Like what, kitten?” Dallas bent and licked the corner of her mouth with a teasing laugh. “Do you like steel? Something long and hard? Or do you like the way those little round pearls feel pushing inside you? I have a second set of big brass balls, you know. Lex screams when I fill her up with those.”

“You’re an impossible bastard,” Lex rasped as she released Noelle’s hair and scratched her nails over Dallas’s chest.