Tongue to tongue, chest to chest, he kissed her, then he kissed her again and she moaned into his mouth as Nick moved in behind her, pinning her tighter to Sean. She felt her bared, oiled nipples strain against the silk fabric of his shirt.
“You shouldn’t have touched yourself like that, honey,” Nick whispered in her ear, proving he could do erotic menace every bit as well as his brother. “That was way past naughty.”
Megan’s body stocking shifted under Sean’s palms as he stroked her ass. Then he broke the kiss and spun her toward Nick.
Nick stepped away like he had planned to get out of the way, Sean propelled her forward, and that fast, Megan found herself bent over the toy table, her arms pinned behind her by Nick or Sean—she couldn’t see which. Her face pressed against dildos and tubes of oil, and her ass was sticking up in the air, totally vulnerable except for thin lace and tiny bows. Her lips pulsed from where the brothers had kissed her, and she was so wet between her legs she could feel the moisture slipping down her thighs.
“I’m going to punish you for that insolence,” Sean said as he turned her loose.
Before Megan could gather her thoughts enough to even remember her stupid safe word, she heard the pop of leather and cried out from a searing flash of pain on her right cheek.
What was—oh, God!
Another pop, another flash of agony across her left cheek.
Sean was spanking her with one of the crops!
Her ass burned everywhere he popped her…again, again, and again. Megan swore and tried to kick free, but she had no chance against Nick’s firm grip. She didn’t even manage to move the big dildo closest to her face.
“You can stop this any time,” Nick reminded her, a note of teasing in his tone. “Just say the word if you can’t take it.”
Sean popped her twice more, then stopped the torture, letting her ass burn and throb in the cool air whispering across the Spirits stage.
I’m on display.
I just got spanked, and my ass is in the air, and I’m on a stage.
God, it burned. It hurt. But…
Megan ground her teeth.
It didn’t hurt beyond bearing. It didn’t even reach the can’t-stand-it level.
Nick shifted his grip, holding her with one hand, and then she felt his fingers trace across the burning patches on her ass. Sean touched her too, right where he had spanked her, and the sensation loosened her grip on reality.
They stroked her ass without saying a word for a moment, and then Sean murmured, “You’ll feel pleasure when we give it to you, and only then. Do you understand?”
Megan lay on the table, her cheek pressed against the fabric of the tablecloth.
His fingers slid around her cheeks and plunged lower, brushing against her swollen, throbbing core. She moaned without wanting to as he stroked between her thighs, the unbelievable pleasure blending with the fire from the spanking until she couldn’t form a single thought.
“My brother asked you a question,” Nick said into her ear, his deep voice sending ripples of pleasure down her spine. “Don’t touch yourself without our permission. Do you understand?”
Unicorn! Megan’s brain screamed.
But what came out of her mouth was, “Yes, sir.”
For a few long, torturous seconds, Nick and Sean didn’t say a word. Then one of them pulled her off the table and spun her around to face them.
They just stared at Megan until her heart hammered twice as hard. She felt like prey, fixed in the gaze of two bloodthirsty wolves.
I can handle this. It’s just sex.
With two totally dominant men who could shatter her world.
This was her dream. It was her absolute fantasy.
Relax.
Enjoy.
Unicorn!
Sean swept her into his arms so fast she lost her breath. She fought on instinct, pushing against him, but he was made of muscle, maybe rock. He kissed her so hard her lips ached, accepting no resistance, exerting his absolute physical power over her. Megan moaned, and Sean thrust his tongue into her mouth, fisting his hands in her hair, directing her head, her every movement.
Megan kissed him back dizzily, darting her tongue against his. Her hands pressed against the silk of his shirt, the firm warmth of his chest. When the muscles flexed, she shuddered with anticipation. Heat flowed between them, and she couldn’t stop moaning into his possessive mouth.
Then he bit her lower lip.
Megan cried out from the sharp pain, then moaned again as it swept into a sweet, aching pleasure. Before she could get her wits back, Sean spun her around and shoved her into Nick’s arms. Nick kissed her hard, making the bite ache in the most perfect way. He gripped her hair like Sean had done, tugging it hard enough to make her eyes water.
When he finally pulled away and broke the connection, her mouth felt sweetly bruised and wet, and she couldn’t get a full breath. It was impossible to look anywhere but at Nick’s handsome features, his possessive expression—and those eyes. My God.
“You’re ours for the night,” Sean said, the husky rumble of his voice making her whole body ache. “You’ll do exactly what we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it.”
Instinct almost drove Megan to tell him to go to hell, but Nick was holding her too tightly, too close. His fist clenched her hair, and he kept her face toward his, never taking those unbelievable eyes off of her.
Fear went to war with anger and desire. So much desire. Megan wanted to touch herself in the worst way, but even the thought of defying the brothers by moving made her heart flutter.
“I didn’t hear a yes, sir,” Nick said in a dangerous tone. “You just earned another punishment.”
“What?” Megan couldn’t help herself. “But you didn’t ask a question.”
Sean’s low chuckle in her ear gave her shivers.
He pressed into her, grinding her into the hard muscle of Nick’s chest. He gripped one of her ass cheeks so tight she winced, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the way her breasts were crushed into Nick’s chest.
“Life isn’t fair, is it?” Sean murmured into Megan’s ear. She closed her eyes, lost in the sound, in the sensation of being held so completely between two handsome, powerful men.
“Let us drive, honey,” Nick said. “We’ll get you where you need to go—where you’ve always dreamed of being.”
Megan shivered again. She had never felt so safe and so helpless in all of her life.
“Okay,” she whispered, then almost choked when she realized her mistake. “I mean, yes, sir.”
“What a shame,” Sean said in her ear. “That’s another punishment. You’re really on the Naughty List now.”
Chapter 9
Oh, God.
Naughty List…
Let them drive…
The twins stepped away from Megan and she felt almost naked without their hard bodies pressed against her. She could still feel the imprints of their chests and their erections as if they still had her between them.
Two powerful men who wanted to play with her. To share her and have her to themselves. What she’d always wanted.
Her belly took a dive straight to that place between her thighs that ached for the twins.
Nick’s gaze drifted to her chest. She looked down and saw that the stocking had slipped completely beneath her breasts that still burned in the most erotic way from the cinnamon oil. Her nipples were hard and large, begging to be licked and sucked.
Heat rose to her cheeks, but at that moment she was so turned on that she almost didn’t care how red she was. Truth was, she was way past being embarrassed.
Nick stepped toward the table and selected a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a chain, which caused her eyes to widen. According to Drew, they were the most intense clamps that Sweet Sensations carried.
Not those, not those, not those!
“Come here, Megan.” With a commanding expression, Nick held up the nipple clamps. “Remember, you are ours for the night.�
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She wanted to shake her head and say no, but once again what came out was, “Yes, sir.”
Apparently she didn’t move toward Nick fast enough because the next thing she knew, Sean came up behind her, his large hands gripping her upper arms, forcing her forward.
“The crop was your first punishment.” Nick gave a sensual smile, his eyes searing her like blue flames. “This is your second.” He clamped one of her nipples and she gave a cry. Her eyes watered and she felt like her nipple was being squeezed in a vise. She’d never complain about her boobs being squashed flat in a mammogram again. They were a piece of cake in comparison with feeling like her nipple was being twisted off with a pair of pliers.
She automatically tried to step back but Sean had a firm hold on her. Before she knew what was happening, Nick clamped her other nipple.
Her cry was louder this time—she’d never felt pain like this before. Apparently her pain tolerance was at level zero. Compared to this, the spanking they had just given her might as well have been love pats.
Unicorn. Just say unicorn and this will all be over.
No, she wanted these two men. Needed them.
“Quiet, Megan.” Sean had his lips close to her ear, causing her to shiver despite the agony. “If you scream again, we’re going to have to add another punishment to the list.”
“Yes, sir.” She barely managed to get the words out as she tried not to squirm, as if that might make the pain go away.
To keep from groaning, she bit her lip hard. She concentrated on the burn instead of the pain and then the pain began to shift. The burn joined the throbbing ache between her thighs as if the sensations were tethered.
Nick jerked her up against him and kissed her hard as her clamped nipples were smashed between them. This time she felt pleasure radiating from her breasts rather than pain. The incredible kiss had her mind spinning in different directions.
He pulled back and slipped his fingers between her thighs. “Wet,” he said with approval in his voice. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
She found herself nodding. “Yes, sir.”
Sean grasped her by her shoulders and turned her around to face him.
Oh God, Sean looked hungry, like a blue-eyed tiger about to make her into a meal.
He dragged her into his arms, smashing her breasts against his chest like Nick had. She squirmed in Sean’s embrace, wanting to climb him, wanting to feel him inside of her. She wanted Nick to take her from behind, wanted both of them to fill her in ways she’d only dreamed of.
Megan shuddered with desire. She wanted to slide her fingers between her thighs and assuage the ache. Wanted to climax in the worst way. No, in the best way.
Sean reached out and tugged on the nipple clamps at the same time Nick jerked her wrists behind her back. The next thing she knew he’d strapped leather handcuffs on each of her wrists and connected the cuffs with a clip.
“Punishment number three—you are not allowed to have an orgasm.” Sean picked up The Satisfier. He had an edgy look to his eyes as he moved the vibrator lower and slipped it between her thighs. She gasped as he rubbed her swollen flesh with the length of it. He hadn’t even turned it on and she thought she was going to climax.
Her eyes widened. No way. She could do this. It surprised her to realize she wanted to please these men, whatever it took.
“If you come, you’re going to be sorry,” Nick murmured in her ear. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The words came out choked even though she didn’t want to say them.
Sean turned on The Satisfier against her clit.
She almost screamed.
Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come. She clenched her teeth. They’ll only make you wait longer and punish you in the process. Or maybe they won’t do what you really want them to.
And they wouldn’t be pleased with her, and something inside her wanted them to be pleased.
Her eyes nearly crossed as she ground her teeth and tugged at her cuffs. Nick stood behind her, kneading her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. She sucked in her breath as she heard the body stocking tear and then he pulled apart her ass cheeks with his big hands. She felt something cool against her flesh. Lubricant. She gasped as he slipped his lubricated finger into her anus.
“I like a tight ass.” He moved his finger in and out. “Do you want to be fucked in the ass, Megan?”
The combination of his erotic question, The Satisfier against her clit, and his finger in her ass made her knees tremble. She gritted her teeth, trying to fight off an orgasm. “Yes, sir,” she managed to get out.
Sean turned off the vibrator and her body sagged. Only half the torture had been taken away as Nick continued to play with her anus. He slid his finger out and Sean pulled her closer to the table.
“Face down on the table.” Sean pushed her down, scattering more beads and bullets, and helped her at the same time since her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Cheek and breasts against the table, she groaned as the nipple clamps dug into her flesh and she felt the bite of pain again. He nudged one of her feet. “Widen your stance.”
“Yes, sir.” She moved her feet and swallowed hard as she felt cool air on her ass where the lubricant had been spread and where her body stocking was torn.
Drew was probably going to take the body stocking out of Megan’s commission for the evening. But no. When Megan got her hands on Drew for conspiring with these men, she was going to kill her.
Yet if Drew hadn’t helped arrange this “demonstration,” Megan wouldn’t be about to experience the most exciting night of her life. She’d definitely have to rethink killing her best friend.
In the next moment, Megan couldn’t think anymore. She couldn’t breathe. Something hard and lubricated was being pressed against her anus and it wasn’t Nick’s finger.
“You’re so tight we’re going to start you with a smaller sized butt plug.” The hard rubber tip started to penetrate her ass as Nick spoke.
Despite herself she tensed and let out a cry as he pushed the plug in farther. “Quiet or we’ll get a bigger plug,” Sean said.
Unicorn, unicorn, unicorn!
She clenched her teeth. She wasn’t going to say anything. She was not going to make a sound.
Nick shoved the plug in the rest of the way. Her eyes widened and she bit her tongue, but didn’t make a sound. “That’s our naughty girl.” He stroked his fingers over her ass. “It won’t be long before something much bigger will be inside you.”
The thought of what that might be had her catching her breath. When she could breathe again she realized her heart was beating a mile a minute. It surprised her that the pain had been exquisite in a way. She loved the feeling of fullness despite the sting in her anus. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and imagined it was Nick’s cock inside her.
The image made her squirm.
Sean leaned close and massaged her ass with his big hand. “Remember, if you want this to stop, say your safe word. Do you want to use it, Megan?”
“No.” Her voice was hoarse. “No, sir.”
Sean trailed his lips over her cheek to her ear before he straightened and gripped The Satisfier.
Nick slapped her ass with the flat of his hand just as Sean leaned close and placed The Satisfier against her clit again. He turned on the huge vibrator that pounded against her, and Megan barely held back a cry as Nick spanked her over and over at the same time. She squirmed and tried to think about anything but climaxing.
But she was close. So damned close.
The spanking, the nipple clamps, the butt plug, the vibrator—she knew the pain and pleasure was too much to fight off. She trembled as she clenched her body, still trying to stave off an orgasm. It only made it worse as her anus clamped down on the butt plug. She was so close to coming that she knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer. She closed her eyes and fell into the sensations charging through her—
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nbsp; Sean moved The Satisfier away from her clit and Nick stopped spanking her. A whimper escaped her and she wanted to stamp her foot in frustration. Sean set The Satisfier on the table near her face, the vibrator that had become a certified torture device.
“Stand,” Sean said, and she obeyed.
Her entire body shivered as Nick’s and Sean’s hungry gazes focused on her. Sean pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and removed the clamp. She felt pain then relief as Sean released the nipple. He repeated the process, removing the other clamp.
Nick gave her ass one last hard swat when the nipple clamps were off. “On your knees, beautiful Megan. Now.”
Chapter 10
Megan blinked. She was so hot and unfulfilled that she could barely think straight. Somehow she managed to push out, “Yes, sir.”
With Sean’s help and guidance, she slowly sank to her knees, her wrists still cuffed behind her.
This was crazy. This was insane.
This was everything she wanted.
Her gaze locked on the huge outline of Nick’s cock behind his tuxedo pants, mere inches from her face. Damn, it looked huge. Would it even fit inside her?
Sean fisted his hand in her hair. Her scalp burned as he forced her to tilt her face up and look into Nick’s magnetic blue eyes that were focused on her as he untied the bow tie to his Gucci tux. Dear Lord, but Sean did not have to force her to look at Nick. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
Nick set the tie aside on the table near the vibrators before shrugging out of his jacket and laying it next to the tie. He unfastened his monogrammed gold cufflinks and then dropped each one onto the table with a thunk, thunk next to the flavored oils.
It was all she could do to think straight as Nick unbuttoned his shirt. One by one he released the buttons, showing her a tattooed and muscular torso. His tattoos mesmerized her, the black of the design in contrast with his tanned skin.
His muscles outlined and seemed to enhance the tattoos. What had looked like a blade on his neck was a design that came down and across his shoulder and joined with a Celtic cross on his upper arm and biceps. It looked tribal, dangerous. The tattoo spoke to her of relentless strength, that he was hard as steel inside and out.
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