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.
Andre smiled with satisfaction as he reached down and stroked Jace’s length. “See, it’s not so bad. Even a big tough dom like Jace knows how sweet a little pain can be.”
Jace’s gaze darted down to Andre’s grip then back to Evan, concern flashing in his eyes. “I, uh, don’t know if Evan’s into, um, us. We didn’t discuss that limit.”
Evan barely choked back her own moan at the unashamed contact between the two men. “Please. Don’t censor yourselves for me. I could come just watching how hot the two of you look right now.”
Jace raised his eyebrows, and Andre gave her a sly grin. “Jace, I think we have a naughty voyeur on our hands.”
“I think we have a naughty everything on our hands,” Jace said, giving her a smile that damn near melted the marrow from her bones.
“Indeed. Maybe it’s time we make use of that.” Andre stopped stroking Jace and handed him the riding crop. “You will hit her until she comes. And Evan, you will not come until I give you permission.”
She gulped. “Yes, sir.”
“And what are you going to do?” Jace asked, his eyes narrowed.
Andre leaned close to Jace’s ear, but Evan could hear the resolute words nonetheless. “I’m going to make her fantasy come true.”
Her heart seemed to pause midbeat, but Andre was headed her way before she could fully process what she’d heard. He reached out and touched her cheek. “Why the wide eyes, bella?”
“I’m a little scared,” she admitted.
“Don’t be.” He pushed her hair away from her face. “Jace and I would never hurt you. We only want to bring you to the place we know you can get to. Can you give us your trust?”
She swallowed hard, focusing on the sincerity swirling in those endless brown eyes. Trust wasn’t something she dished out easily. People throughout her life had shown her time and again that it was a gift to be abused, but for some reason she found the answer jumping to her lips. “Yes. I trust you.”
“Thank you.” The smile he gave her was tender, not at all like the stern face he’d been wearing since he’d slipped into his dominant role. He brushed a thumb across her lips, then leaned down and tasted her mouth in a sensual kiss, one that made her toes curl into the area rug. Gentle but demanding, Andre drew her out of her busy mind and into another place where her thoughts came slow like honey.Author: Roni Loren
Soon, a second set of hands touched her hair, her nape, and then lips were on her neck. Jace. The soothing comfort of having him there behind her added to the dreamlike buzz overtaking her senses. She wanted to dissolve into a puddle between them. Her limbs went liquid and the energy around them seemed to shift. This was supposed to be exciting, edgy, fun. That’s what ménage was about. But being between the two of them suddenly didn’t feel as scandalous as it did right. Warmth was spreading not just between her legs but deep in her chest.
She had never really imagined what it would be like to be the recipient of so much attention. Hell, she’d spent much of her life cutting her own skin just to prove to herself that she wasn’t, in fact, invisible to everyone. But this amount of focus and affection was almost too much for her to process.
“God, I love how you taste, your scent,” Jace whispered against her skin as he placed open-mouthed kisses along her spine. “You’ve always been so damn perfect, Evan. Always.”
The words and his use of her name were too much, the niggling worry exploding into an all-encompassing surge of anxiety. She yanked against the chains holding her arms above her head and pulled back from Andre’s kiss. “Yellow.”
Andre’s eyes met hers, his concern obvious, and Jace stopped what he was doing behind her. “What’s wrong, bella?”
She closed her eyes, taking in a full breath, trying to hold it together. She couldn’t do this. Couldn’t do lovemaking. She wasn’t strong enough for that. Not with these two. “Please, nothing romantic. I just want . . . I . . . Just the game. Please. Sir.”
Andre’s frown was deep when she opened her eyes again, but after a searching gaze, he nodded. Without another word, he uncuffed her hands, bringing her arms down to her sides, and then squatted to unhook her ankles from the spreader bar.
“I’m sorry, it’s . . .” She let the words trail off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
Jace stepped out from behind her, his face an unreadable mask. He tapped her chin with the flat end of the riding crop. “No more talking, pet. Andre’s in charge, not you.”
Andre rose after freeing her from the bar and pulled off his boxers. He gripped his erection and stroked his thumb over the glistening tip. “This is what you want, bella? No kissing and sweet stuff, just a hard cock ready and willing? ’Cause I can do that, too.”
She wet her lips. She wanted all of those things—the sweet and the dirty—more than she cared to admit. But the romantic part was way too dangerous. Her heart always led her down the wrong path. She refused to follow its siren call again. She needed to keep her mind centered on the physical, on the insistent ache between her thighs and not the one the guys were causing in her chest. “Yes, sir. That’s what I want.”