“Because Jace couldn’t play nice this morning, I now have two lovely slaves to play with.” He pushed Jace forward. “Now, go ask the lady to take off your pants. Both of you have lost the right to clothes this morning.”
Jace looked like he wanted to throw a barb back at Andre, but he clenched his jaw and walked toward her. When he stopped in front of her, his eyes were green fire. “Would you mind getting me naked, please?”
She looked down at her bindings and the spreader bar at her feet. “How am I supposed to do that?”
“You’re a bright girl, bella. I suggest you get creative,” Andre said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Jace raised an eyebrow in challenge. She yanked on the chain attached to the ceiling, making sure she had enough slack, then eased down until she was able to tilt forward and fall to her knees. The planes of Jace’s well-honed abdomen were now eye level with her. He stepped a little closer, and she had the urge to lick him from head to foot. Instead, she leaned forward and drew her tongue along the irresistible v-line of his pelvis, tasting salt and a fine sheen of clean sweat.
He shuddered beneath the treatment and his cock, which was already beautifully hard, twitched against his pants. “He didn’t say to torture me, pet.”
Andre laughed as he stepped up beside them. “No, I didn’t, but I appreciate your initiative. Feel free to taste him anywhere except that cock I know you like so much. Your mouth is mine today. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
She looked up at Jace and could see the amount of strength it was requiring for him to stay quiet and still, to let Andre be in control. It was obvious being submissive wasn’t Jace’s natural state, but she also couldn’t miss the heat in his gaze and the response of his body. Natural state or not, he was as turned on as she was.
She nuzzled his navel with her cheek before grabbing the waistband of his pants with her teeth and tugging downward. As carefully as she could, she drew his pants down, freeing his erection and leaving him as bare as she was. He stepped out of the puddle of cotton on the floor, and she lifted her head to smile in victory at Andre.
“Nicely done, bella. Now back on your feet.”
He helped her to get steady again and then pulled on the ceiling chain, drawing out the slack. Her arms rose in response until they were stretched above her head, leaving her spread and on display for the two of them.
Andre laid a hand on Jace’s shoulder and pushed. “On your knees, Jace. Help me thank Evan for being such a helpful little sub.”
Jace dropped to a kneel, and Andre stepped behind her, his arms wrapping around her hips and his fingers finding her heat. Andre gently spread the lips of her sex with this thumbs, exposing the evidence of exactly how aroused she was to Jace. Wet and swollen and pulsing with need.
Jace leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against her clit. “So, so pretty, pet.”
Goose bumps pricked her skin, Jace’s rapt attention and the feel of his breath against her skin almost too much to bear. She couldn’t remember ever aching for someone so damn much. The way the two guys made her feel—like she was something to be worshipped, like no other woman had existed before this moment—had more than her erogenous zones tightening.
Jace tasted her again with a patience that belied the hungry look in his eyes. Soft and teasing. Like he was savoring each nuance of her. Exploring which lick and nibble would make her tremble.
She panted softly. Even with the carefully measured strokes, his tongue was a lethal weapon against any control she’d been maintaining. He nipped at her clit, and she arched up, the chains rattling loudly above her. “Holy shit.”
“Remember, no coming, bella.” Andre slipped a finger inside her, while Jace continued to coax her into oblivion.
Pleasure, hot and overwhelming, made it near impossible to follow that instruction, but she held on with every ounce of willpower she had. She forced her eyes open so she could take in the erotic image of Jace bound and beautiful at her feet and Andre’s tan fingers working against her pale skin.
“You guys are a good team,” she said, her voice thick.
Andre nipped at her earlobe. “Bella, you have no idea.” He shifted his position, letting his finger slip from inside her, and grabbed Jace’s chin, halting him. “Enough. You haven’t earned the right to make her come.”
Jace backed away, though he looked reluctant to do so, and rose to his feet, clearing the way for Andre. But when Andre stepped around her, he didn’t face her. Instead, he locked eyes with Jace. “I’m going to unlock your wrists, but if those hands touch anything without permission, including yourself, I will secure you to that wall and make you watch. You got that?”
Jace’s muscles flexed in the bindings, as if he were a lion ready to pounce the minute he was freed. But he nodded.
Andre’s smile was wry as he stepped forward and unlocked the link securing the two cuffs to each other. Jace lowered his arms and rolled his shoulders, but otherwise remained where he was standing, his focus on Evan.
Andre walked over to the armoire against the wall and unlatched it. When he turned back around he was holding a riding crop. Evan’s heartbeat ticked upward. She had enjoyed her little venture into spanking the night before, but this seemed like a whole different zip code. Andre rolled the thin shaft of the crop between his fingers, his attention on her. “Jace said you seem to like a little edge to your pleasure, bella. Is that true?”
She wet her lips. “I’m not sure. Maybe?”
Andre’s smile was soft. “Let’s see if I can turn that maybe into a yes. You remember your words?”
She took a steadying breath. “Yes, sir.”
Andre closed the distance between him and Jace, and with two quick snaps hit Jace’s nipples with the riding crop. Jace sucked in a sharp breath and his cock flexed in response.