Galen leaned forward, elbows on his knees in his study-the-foolish-submissive posture. “And what?”
Like a frog sucking down a bug, she felt her throat close over the plea. Nothing escaped. With a shaking hand, she held out the condoms and lube.
Comprehension flashed in his face as he took them, and his expression gentled. “I won’t make you ask, pet. Just say
Demon Dom. Still determined to shove her out of her comfort zone. Maybe he didn’t give her the impossible—just the unbearably difficult. She swallowed the sharp edges of fear, pursed her lips, and forcibly pushed the word out.
No sound. Dammit. Her second
Galen kissed her lightly. “Good girl.”
Vance hugged her, echoing his partner’s compliment, piercing her heart. And then he pulled her gown off over her head. Right out there on the dock.
“Hey.” She pushed his hands away from her breasts. “No. Not out here.”
The pinch on one nipple made her jump, and Vance growled in her ear. “Did you just tell me no?”
She swallowed. Why did she want their dominance over her, crave it, and yet find that it scared her? It was like walking up to the super roller-coaster ride with terror shaking her insides…and still paying for a ticket. Wanting the ride. Fearing it. “Sorry, Sir. But we’re outside.”
“We don’t have near neighbors, Sally,” Galen said. “Not even Tarzan could get through the jungle on either side of this place.” He moved his chair close enough to run his warm hands over her outer thighs.
Vance shifted her so she faced away with her back against his broad chest, then pushed her bottom forward, almost off his lap. The determined way he cupped her breasts, in both a restraining yet erotic move, made her toes curl.
“Open up, pet.” Galen lifted her left leg up and over Vance’s thigh, letting her foot dangle outside it. He did the same with her right leg, ensuring she was spread widely apart. Giving himself unimpeded access to her most intimate places.
The sultry air caressed her pussy, and oh boy, she was already growing damp. Preparing for them.
She set her palms on Vance’s hard thighs, wanting to push up. To close her legs somehow…or to stay put and see what happened.
He gripped her wrists and lifted her arms up so her fingers curved over his nape. “Keep them there, sweetheart. I don’t like obstacles in my path.”
Under her palms, even his neck was muscular, and his almost shoulder-length hair brushed teasingly over the backs of her hands.
Nerves zinged as Galen slid his palms up her inner thighs. Her clit ached as if it hoped he’d keep moving all the way up.
Rather than touching her there, Galen cupped her buttocks with both hands. And squeezed.
Pain blasted across her tender spanked and caned skin. “Christ in a cave!”
Vance’s low chuckle made her realize she was yanking on his hair.
As the shocking pain subsided to a thick, sweet burning, she felt as if she was dissolving into Vance’s immobilizing hold.
“I like the way you respond.” Galen’s perceptive gaze was focused on her face as he rubbed her sore bottom, keeping the sensation alive, feeding her nerves like wine, making her drunk with arousal.
When Galen slid his fingers through her increasingly wet folds, Vance adjusted his hands to play with her breasts. Two sets of hands forged a four-lane highway of arousal between her breasts and her pussy.
Watching her closely, Galen slipped one finger inside her. Two. The knobby sensation of his knuckles made her whimper as he pushed in deep.
Vance rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending lightning sizzling right to her clit.
“That made her clench,” Galen commented.
“Well then.” Vance pinched harder, tugging her nipples into long, tight peaks. Her breasts swelled under his attentions, growing more and more sensitive as he played her body like a person would make a squeaky toy perform for a baby. Like he knew exactly how to make her writhe.
Galen’s grin showed his appreciation. And the feeling of his fingers deep inside her and Vance’s determined exploration above was so erotic that she moaned.
Galen pushed another finger in, stretching her pussy—making her hips try to rise. The intensity of his gaze and the slow turn of his fingers as he stroked different areas inside her pulled her from the slow river of desire into a stronger, faster current. His lips curved. “I might have to try fisting with you, pet.”
She shook her head and shivered. Let him put his whole hand inside her? God, no.
Vance wrapped his arms around her, holding her completely immobile, and yet his strength was comforting. Safe. “Not tonight, sweetie,” he whispered in her ear. “Tonight we’re going to do other things to your body.”
Her shudder shook her whole body.
Even as Galen’s fingers moved slowly in and out, Vance nipped the edge of her ear. “You’ll have us both inside you, pushing you past thinking, past reason. You won’t have any control, sweetheart. We’re going to take it all away.”
ENJOYING THE DAZED look on the little submissive’s face, Galen slid his chair forward and set a slickened forefinger on her clit.
Nice satisfying gasp. With his other hand, he curved his finger up and pressed it right onto her G-spot. The ridges were pronounced; the area wasn’t puffy enough to drive her mad. But it would be soon.
Circling her clit, he felt her cunt tighten around his other finger. By God, he loved how she responded. Glancing up, he caught Vance’s eyes and nodded. Time to take it up a notch.
Vance grinned and changed his position. His hands covered breasts that were more swollen than a few minutes ago. Her pink-brown nipples had turned a dusky red from his play.
Even in the moonlight, Galen could see Vance’s face darken with arousal as he played. Total breast man.
And Sally’s were not only beautiful but very, very sensitive. He smiled, enjoying the quivers of her body and cunt as Vance teased her. His partner could have some serious fun with her while she stayed with them.
Galen kept up a light stimulation of her G-spot as Vance played, and her wetness soon covered his palm. Her breathing turned shallower until she was panting. There was something special about the way she gave herself to them. Openly. Holding nothing back. She might have defenses around her emotions, but her body was honest.
Her labia were swollen, and her cunt was sucking at his finger. When he lifted his other hand, he could see the way her clit protruded. With the hood pulled back, the glistening pearl was fully exposed. He stroked around it once and heard her breathing hitch. Delightful.
Her eyes were closed, her body starting to stiffen as all her attention moved to her pussy. Almost anything would set her off now.
So he pulled his finger out, moved his hand away, and exchanged grins with Vance at her protesting whine. Lovely sound.
After picking up a condom, Galen reclined his chair and undid his jeans. His cock sprang up as if released from prison. Jeans could be an uncomfortable jail for a hard-on. He rolled on protection.
Vance rose, hands around Sally’s waist, and set her down on hands and knees over Galen.
Galen moved her legs to each side of his hips, curving his hands around her thighs, securing her. Her pussy rubbed over his cock, making her moan. The slick, hot feel of her was amazing.
“Hands up here, sweetheart.” Vance curled her fingers around the wooden chair frame behind Galen’s head. With Velcro straps, which were attached to the top bar, he restrained her wrists.
She stiffened.
Galen laid his palm on her cheek. “Sally. Your safe word still works, no matter where we are. Am I
