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“Now let’s get you ready for some action.”

She had the most beautiful brown eyes he’d ever seen, filled with a shimmering excitement and trust, and he struggled against his own urges. Fuck, but he wanted to bury himself in her as deep as possible. Instead he kissed her again, enjoying the feeling of her heated skin against his. There was an almost palpable vibration of need growing in them both.

When Galen walked in, Vance gave him a rueful smile. Yeah, he was behind their mapped-out schedule.

His partner grinned. But Galen had never resented making adjustments for unexpected twists in a scene.

Vance nudged Sally forward. “Help Galen out of his clothes too, sweetie.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Galen’s clothes soon dropped to the floor. Color crept into his face as Sally treated him to her talented mouth.

With a guttural growl, Galen pulled her away from his dick and motioned to the red leather-covered spanking horse, which had been delivered the day before. It was the one she’d lusted after in the catalog. “Let’s break this in, pet.”

She actually bounced up and down with anticipation.

He’d never known a submissive who brought so much joy to a session. Grinning, Vance lifted her onto the sawhorse, positioning her stomach-down so her knees and forearms rested on the lower padded areas.

He took a moment to adjust her breasts on each side of the narrow top, flicking the nipple clamps to hear her suck a breath in. Mmmhmm. He strapped her down, watching her eyes dilate as she tested the growing restrictions to movement.

While Vance worked, Galen idly fondled her ass and pussy, smiling at her increasingly urgent squirming.

“Let’s put a stop to that.” Vance tightened a strap over her low back, ensuring that her sweet, round ass would be nicely immobile as well as poke out invitingly from the end of the bench. “Can you move, Sally?”

She managed to lift her head and tried to wiggle. “No, Sir.”

“Good. Now listen, Sally; you aren’t permitted to come.” He grinned as her face scrunched adorably. “That’s right. Don’t disappoint me, sweetheart.”

Vance’s chest squeezed at her immediate answer: “I won’t.”

Fuck, how did she keep making him want her more? “Good girl. You sing out if you’re getting close, and we’ll back off. Clear?”

She actually looked relieved. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“All right then.” As they’d discussed earlier, Vance took a place at her head.

Without warning her, Galen positioned his cock and thrust into her cunt, fast and hard.

She gasped, her back trying to arch.

Taking advantage of her open mouth, Vance slid his dick in. She sucked on it immediately, and the sensation of her hot, wet tongue swirling around the tip almost sent him over.

Galen was working her up, his left hand under her pelvis to tease her clit as his right hand prepped her anus with lube and fingers. By the time he finished, she’d be in a real state of need.

But on this rare occasion, they’d come before she would.

So Vance concentrated on his own pleasure.

Fuck, but he appreciated how Sally focused on him, trying to make it perfect for him.

“Heads-up,” Galen warned, and Vance pulled out and stepped back.

Galen rolled on a condom and pressed his cock to her tiny asshole. As he slowly worked his way in, Sally gritted her teeth…and Vance was grateful for the warning.

“In,” Galen said.

“All right.” Vance smiled down at their little sub. Flushed, sweat at her temples, eyes a little wild. “Open up, sweetheart. If you can finish me off in the next three minutes, Galen won’t feel the need to spank your ass.”

She tried. She really did, but despite her sucking and licking, Vance managed to hold out long enough for her to collect a half-dozen swats on her ass.

However, if he’d had to last any longer, his heart might have given out. She was astonishingly good at using her mouth.

With a low groan, he gripped her hair and came so intensely that the floor seemed to shake. She swallowed fast, and each contraction of her throat muscles made his dick spasm again. “Thank you, Sally,” he murmured. Her little tongue swirled around his cock as he gave a few more, purely indulgent thrusts. She was truly a sweetheart.

As Galen fucked her asshole, slowly increasing his pace, Vance moved to her side so he could tease her breasts. Her nipples were a dark red now, and when he flicked the clamps and ran his fingers around the edges, she kept trying to wiggle.

“Oh, I’m so close…” Her whine was absolutely beautiful.

Pulling his hand away from her clit, Galen stopped with his cock buried deep in her ass.

Vance stepped back as well…and grinned as she panted, fighting back her orgasm.

“That’s a very good girl,” Galen murmured, running his hands up and down her sides. After a minute, he started thrusting again, and Sally groaned as he sped up.

Vance pressed down on her back to increase her feeling of being restrained as his partner finished off with a low growl. Vance could see the contentment on Sally’s face—not from having come, but from having pleased Galen.

Vance stroked her hair. She fit with the two of them. Like with a construction set, two upright pieces might be tied together, but they’d fall. A three-dimensional one formed a stable tripod.

He and Galen needed her…and she needed them. “You did very, very well, sweetheart,” Vance said softly, meeting her gaze. “You were wonderful.”

HAPPINESS FILLED SALLY at his words, even as she closed her eyes, trying not to pant. God, she was so turned on that she might die. When Galen had been thrusting into her ass, she’d gotten way too close to coming. And he must have known, since he’d never returned to playing with her clit…which still pulsed with seething tension.

Vance started unstrapping her.

Galen returned from the bathroom and went down on one knee beside her right shoulder. She turned her head to look at him, wary of the amusement in his eyes. “Time to get these off, pet.”

These what? She stiffened when his fingers touched her breast. Loosened a clamp. Removed it.

Blood rushed back into the abused tissues with a long, flaring pain, which poured right down to her core, turning into hot, hot need. “Sadist,” she whispered around a moan.

“A bit of a one, ayuh.” Grinning, he rubbed her nipple gently.

Only, he really wasn’t. Not compared to Master Sam. After giving her an unhurried, wonderful kiss, he walked around and removed the other clamp. The pulse of pain made her toes curl, yet somehow felt as if someone was rubbing her clit, upping her arousal almost unbearably. Dammit, weren’t they ever going to let her come?

And yet, despite her painful need, it felt…right…to leave everything in their hands. She just had to do what they said. Take what they gave her.

God, she loved that yielding feeling.

“Here we go, sweetheart.” Vance lifted her off the sawhorse, dropped her on the king-size bed, and rolled her onto her back.

He didn’t do anything else. No kisses, no touching, no sex.

Want sex. She looked up at him, trying to beg silently.

“You know I’m a sucker for puppy-dog eyes,” he murmured, lying down beside her, “but you still have to tell us what you want. If you want to continue, say it, imp.”

Say it, say it, say it. She was so sick of hearing that. How could he be so mean to