by Leah Brooke
“Open those thighs and ask Ryder to inspect you.”
Alison froze, not expecting anything like that at all. Once again, she felt out of her element regarding sex, feeling clumsy and naïve.
“Dillon, please. I don’t know what to do. I thought you were going to just take what you wanted. Can’t you just do whatever you want to do to me?”
Ryder’s eyes gentled, but the wicked gleam in them made her nervous.
“Of course we’re going to do what we want to do to you. Right now Dillon wants you to show yourself to me. Are you going to keep your word or not?”
Gulping, she turned away to look up over her shoulder at Dillon, indignant that he would put her in a situation like this.
“Damn it, Dillon. I told you I don’t know how—”
“Quiet.”
His fingers closed over her nipples, the threat unmistakable.
“I’m going to help you. You swear at me again, and I’m turning you over my lap and spanking your ass. Now, look at Ryder.”
Bristling at his tone, Alison nevertheless obeyed him. Meeting Ryder’s eyes, she felt her face burn as he crossed his arms over his chest, grinning at her predicament.
“Yes, Ally. Look at me, or Dillon’s gonna spank that gorgeous ass, and I’m going to watch.”
He licked his lips, his eyes going hot as they moved lower and quickly moved back up again.
“Did you look away? Dillon, if she looks away, are you going to spank her?” His eyes danced with anticipation, his grin pure sin.
Dillon’s voice lowered to velvet-coated steel, rumbling against her ear. “Yes, I will.”
Excited at their play, but with her hand itching to smack Ryder, she shook her head, the fingers Dillon closed over her nipples making her nervous.
“I didn’t, Dillon, I swear. I’m looking at him.” She glared at Ryder, knowing Dillon wouldn’t be able to see it.
Ryder, the tattletale, sold her out. Clearly enjoying this, he smiled, an erotic and playful smile that made her pulse trip.
“Dillon, Ally just gave me a dirty look.” Clicking his tongue, he shook his head. “I know it’s more your thing than mine, but I don’t think a sex slave should be showing that kind of disrespect to her master.”
Dillon’s solid arm went around her middle, holding her firmly while the other hand went around her, caressing the scar on her hip before going to her bottom cheek.
“No, she shouldn’t. Alison, did you give Ryder a dirty look?”
Not wanting Ryder to witness the spanking he seemed to be looking forward to Dillon administering, Alison turned, looking up at Dillon through her lashes and adopting the most innocent expression she could muster.
“No, Dillon. I’m doing everything you tell me to. Please don’t let Ryder get me into trouble. I’m really trying.”
The wariness in his eyes told her she needed to try harder.
Pouting, she blinked, sucking in a deep breath as though holding back tears.
“I’m sorry. I knew I would never be able to be good at this. Danny was right about me.”
Dropping her head as though in defeat, she bit her lip to hold back a moan when Dillon’s hand moved over her bottom. The sudden sharp slap shocked her, and she lifted her head again in alarm, sucking in another breath when the arm around her tightened and Dillon’s hand covered a breast, toying with her nipple.
“You ever put yourself down again, or mention that man’s name to me again in the bedroom, and you’re going to get an ass-fucking you’ll never forget.”
Alison struggled to stay still as the heat from the slap spread, alarmed that it heated her slit and more moisture leaked onto her thighs.
Dillon cupped her breasts, using his thumbs and forefingers to lightly roll her nipples, the threat that he could tighten them at any moment making her tremble.
“Repeat after me. Ryder, please examine my pussy.”
Alison gritted her teeth when Ryder’s brow went up. She wanted to smack that cocky look off of his face when he smiled and waited expectantly.
He could have easily adopted the same expression he’d worn with her before, and she would have done it readily, but Ryder had decided to tease her and make it a game, a battle of wills he knew he would win.
“Well, Ally? I’m waiting.”
She wished she had the nerve to stick her tongue out at him, but Dillon’s eyes had sharpened as he watched over her shoulder.
It all came out in a breathless rush. “Ryder, pleaseexaminemypussy.”
Ryder, of course, had to make things more difficult.
“What? I’m sorry, Ally. I didn’t understand you.”
Embarrassed that she’d become soaking wet at their play and afraid that the lightest touch on her clit would send her over, adding to Ryder’s amusement, she took a deep breath, willing her body to settle.
Standing here naked between them, their eyes on her body like caresses and Dillon’s fingers closing over her too sensitive nipples, Alison knew she didn’t have a chance of faking indifference. Drawing a shuddering breath, she fought to get the words out.
“Ryder. Pl–Please examine m–my pussy.”
Ryder grinned. “With pleasure.”
He laid a hot hand over her mound, his eyes flaring when she shook even harder and whimpered.
“Very smooth. I like it shaved. I want to keep it that way. Any objections?”
His eyes dared her to object.
“N—”
“None at all. I like her this way, too.” Dillon slid a hand over her mound, his work-roughened fingers creating the most amazing friction against what had become a really sensitized area. “Alison, you didn’t think he was talking to you, did you? You have no say in what’s done with this pussy, remember?”
Ryder grinned.
The stinker.
His wicked grin flashed, his eyes hooded as he waited expectantly, knowing damned well she would have no choice but to answer with Dillon watching her every move.
Looking over her shoulder, she gave Dillon a tremulous smile, fluttering her lashes and pushing her bottom lip out just a little, not wanting to overdo it. “I’m sorry. I’m really trying very hard to please you.”
Dillon gave her an indulgent smile, running his fingers over her jaw.
“I know you are, Alison.”
He bent, touching his lips to hers briefly before releasing her again.
The lack of endearment unsettled her, more so when he took her hands in his and lowered her arms to her sides. Fearing she’d disappointed him somehow, she grabbed his thighs, scared he would walk away.
“Dillon, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”
Frowning down at her, he patted her butt. “Of course not. I’ll tell you when you do. Spread your legs and part your folds for Ryder so he can finish examining you.”
His brow went up when she hesitated.
“If you’re going to be ours, we have to know exactly what you’re offering, Alison.”
Her legs shook so hard she feared she would have fallen if not for Dillon supporting her from behind.
“What?”
“Do it.”
She jumped at Dillon’s voice, like an icy whip.
Not daring to defy him, she looked down to see Ryder watching her, his eyes gleaming with unholy delight as he sat there on the bed in front of her. Vowing to get even with him for this, she did as Dillon commanded.
Spreading her thighs several inches apart, she started to reach for her slit when Ryder clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“No. Wider. Spread those thighs for me, Alison. Hmm, I see they’re already covered in your juices. You like playing the slave, don’t you, Ally? You like being forced to do something, even when you think you don’t want to do it. Now spread those fucking thighs.”
Alarmed at the abrupt change in him, Alison hurried to obey him, parting her legs until her feet were about two feet apart.
Ryder nodded, apparently satisfied, and looked back up at her.
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“Well, are you going to spread that pussy or not? I’d love to see that ass spanked before I get to it.”
Alison gulped, her legs shaking so hard she didn’t know how much longer they would support her.
“G–Get to it?”
Ryder’s cold grin scared the hell out of her, a sharp contrast to the heat swirling in his eyes.
“I went out and got you a bigger butt plug, remember. I’ve got to see if it fits. Well, actually, I have to make it fit.”
Reaching behind him, he retrieved the bag he’d tossed there earlier. He reached inside and pulled out an object still in its wrapping. He ripped the package open, holding the plug up for her inspection.
Her bottom clenched in response, her puckered opening pulsing as she looked over the black plug. Unable to believe he would try to stick something that large inside her bottom, she began trembling, her eyes flying to his.
“It’s too big. Ryder, please. That’ll never fit. I’ll do anything.”
Ryder’s slow smile made her knees rubbery.
“Oh, you’ll do anything, all right. And this isn’t as big as my cock or Dillon’s. Our cocks are going up that ass, Alison. Not tonight. But soon. You might as well get used to it. What do you think happens after a spanking, darlin’? Your ass gets fucked.”
Dillon reached out and took the plug from him, nodding in satisfaction.
“This is perfect. I’ll go wash it up while you finish checking out Alison’s pussy.” He slid a hand over Alison’s ass and pointed toward the bathroom only feet away.
“I’ll be watching the entire time. Do everything Ryder tells you to do.” He turned and walked toward the bathroom. Seconds later, she heard water running and turned back to meet Ryder’s cool eyes.
“Now reach down, part those folds, and show me your clit.”
With shaking hands, Alison did it, sucking in a breath at the sensation of air blowing over her damp folds.
“Stick it out toward me. I want to see it good.”
Biting her lip, Alison closed her eyes and pushed her hips forward.
The touch of a callused finger on her clit made her cry out, her knees buckling at the too-strong sensation. Throwing her hands out to Ryder’s thighs to catch herself, she struggled to breathe.
Her clit had become so sensitized that his touch brought her close to coming, the bundle of nerves at her center too swollen and needy to withstand any friction.
To her surprise, Ryder gathered her against his chest.
“Poor darlin’. Would you like some help?”
Relieved and grateful for his offer, Alison wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled against him.
“Please, Ryder. Help me.” She didn’t care about the need and submission on her voice. Only relief from this torment mattered.
* * * *
Dillon glanced over his shoulder, smiling at the sight of Ryder holding Alison.
His cock, hard as stone, demanded attention. The knowledge that he could walk into the other room and have Alison suck him to pleasure or that he could sink into that tight pussy didn’t help.
She and Ryder needed some time alone to establish a closeness that would ease both of them.
He knew how much it hurt Ryder to hear her call for him and knew, also, that favoritism had no place in the relationship they wanted with Alison.
Stripping, he got into the shower, turning the water to lukewarm. Without hesitation, he took himself in hand to get the edge off, knowing damned well that as soon as he got back to Alison, his cock would come to attention again.
It infuriated him that Alison wouldn’t talk about the future, wouldn’t talk about whether or not she planned to come back to Desire when the trial had finished.
She filled the emptiness inside him like no woman ever had, and the thought that she wanted to keep him and Ryder at a distance pissed him off.
Picturing the way she’d looked when he’d left her, he groaned and stroked faster.
Now he understood how his friends felt. It was hard as hell, and more challenging than he would have ever imagined, for a man who needed to be in control in the bedroom to be brought to his knees by a fucking pout.
He’d almost given in to her right then and there, but that’s not what either of them needed. He wanted to start as he meant to go on, but it proved to be hard as hell to resist that look of innocence in her eyes.
He’d used sex, used her innocence, to lure her into experimenting, and done it in a way that ensured that she wouldn’t go elsewhere. She would live with them, and hopefully, through sex, he and Ryder could form a bond with her, one that would make her want to come back after the trial.
Sex brought closeness, and he would make damned sure to use it and every other weapon in his arsenal to form a strong bond with Alison before she had to face testifying against that asshole.
Bracing a hand against the wall, he stroked himself to completion, not finding half the satisfaction fucking Alison gave him.
Christ, he wanted her. All the fucking time. He woke up hard and went to sleep hard. He spent all fucking day hard because of her, and it had really started to grate on his nerves that he didn’t have the freedom with her he needed.
He dried off and wrapped a towel around himself, grabbing the plug before going back into the bedroom just in time to hear Alison cry out, a cry of pleasure, a cry of need.
His cock twitched again, already stirring.
If Alison Bennett thought she was going to get away from him easily, she’d better think again.
* * * *
Wrapped in Ryder’s arms, Alison looked up at him through her lashes, struck by the change in his expression, from teasing and daring to affectionate and full of lust.
“I’m sorry, Ryder. I can’t stand it. I need to come. If you touch me there again, I’m going to come. I can’t help it. I want to do this, but I can’t. I’m not good at this. I’m sorry.”
With a finger under her chin, Ryder lifted her face to his, which kept her from seeing the hand he slid to her breast. Smiling at her shocked cry at the unexpected caress, he stood, lifting her effortlessly. With a knee on the mattress, he lowered her to the center of the bed, batting her hands away when she would have reached for her clit.
Sitting on his heels between her legs, he ran a hand over her belly, his eyes now dark and mysterious. “Do you have any idea how much it excites me that you’re so close to coming and I’ve barely touched you? I’ll help you by letting you lie back this time instead of trying to stand, but I’m not finished with you. Part those folds and let me see that clit.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, he lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it aside and revealing all those tattoos she found sexy as hell. He kept her thighs parted wide with his own, the denim against her inner thighs a sharp reminder of her complete nudity.
It wasn’t enough for Ryder. Not only did he want her pussy bare, he wanted her to spread herself, allowing nothing to be hidden from his eyes and exposed for him to explore.
Reaching down, she parted her folds, sucking in a breath at the sensation of being so completely exposed.
The heat from his gaze made her clit throb as he traced a finger lightly over her folds and circled her pussy opening.
“Not long ago, I was at an auction. The woman on stage reminded me a lot of you. You’d rejected me, and I was pissed off.”
Knowing what night he spoke of, she bit back jealousy that he’d been at the club. Almost immediately, an image formed, one of her being naked and auctioned off, meeting his eyes across the room as he bid on her.
His eyes lifted to hers now, the look in them just like the one she’d imagined. “I wanted to do to you what they did to that woman. My cock was so hard it hurt when I was watching them spread her and explore her because I imagined it was you. You’re going to give me what I wanted that night.”
Alison cried out when he touched the tip of his finger to her clit, writhing to get friction, but he removed it too fast, his eyes
even harder than before.
Narrowing his gaze, he clenched his jaw. “I’ll have it from you, Alison. You’re going to give me what I wanted that night—what I went through agony for, trying not to be jealous because those men touched a woman who looked so much like you.”
She’d never seen this side of Ryder before. The cold calculation in his voice sent waves of fear through her, but the heat in his eyes kept her from running, the knowledge that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
“Ryder. Please. Make me come. I’m too close to play.”
His gaze swept over her, hooded and darkly possessive.
“That night, I imagined it was you. Tonight I’ve got the real thing, but not in a room full of other men. When they auction off a woman in the club, she must submit to being examined and explored by any man who wants to.”
Alison gulped, very conscious of the finger hovering over her clit. She could hardly imagine such a thing. To think that Ryder wanted to do something like that to her…
“Submit? Examined?”
“I’d be interested in seeing this.”
Whipping her head to the side, Alison watched Dillon approach.
He didn’t stop until he reached the foot of the bed. Wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing the thick muscle over his arms, chest, and shoulders, he stood with his hands crossed over his chest. Although his eyes remained flat and cold, the towel he wore tented at the front, telling her that he wasn’t as unaffected as he tried to appear.
Glancing at Ryder, he smiled, a cold smile filled with lust.
“Since neither one of us has had the chance to fully explore her, I think this is the perfect opportunity. Have you checked out her breasts yet?”
Ryder shook his head, staring at her slit, running a hand over her trembling fingers. “Just that day in the truck, and we were rushed. She couldn’t stay on her feet while I inspected her pussy, so I allowed her to lie down.”
Dillon nodded thoughtfully. “We’ll have to work on that.”
Alison sucked in a breath, hardly able to believe that they were talking this way in front of her. She was being treated as an object, but the way they spoke and the need in their eyes made her feel treasured, almost like a prized possession.