Large hands spread her again, but this time something probed at her back entrance. She flinched, the instinct to reject whatever it was impossible to fight.
“Move again and I might forget to be gentle,” Andre growled.
She whimpered but focused on stilling her body, relaxing her muscles. She could take it. They’d each taken her there before. The invading object nudged her again. Pressure. Discomfort. Jace touched her clit and stroked with confident ease, sending her nerve endings alight. “Let us in, baby. Show us what a good prisoner you can be.”
She hummed her gratitude at the stimulation, the pleasure loosening the wound-up ball of tension inside her. The plug slipped past the resistance—cool, smooth, and slick—filling her snug passage and stretching her. Then it started to vibrate.
“Oh!” The unexpected sensation touching off electric sparks inside her. Holy hell.
Though Jace didn’t change his stroke, the feel of his roughened finger on her sensitive nub intensified tenfold, as if her entire pleasure system had been kicked into a higher gear. She moaned and rode his hand, shameless.
He laughed, pulled his hand away, and kissed the base of her spine. “Not yet, baby. Save it for when it’s me fucking that gorgeous ass later.”
The words shuddered through her, making her feel anxious yet desperate for him all at the same time. How was she supposed to hold off coming? Edgy heat curled like smoke low in her belly, rising and infiltrating every inch of her. With the slow vibration of the plug, all she needed was a few more stokes along her clit and she’d go over. “Please, Jace, sir. I can’t—”
“You can and you will. Now, up you go,” Andre said. Her skirt slid back down and both men lifted her and settled her into a sitting position, making her acutely aware of the invasion still tucked inside her. They’d turned it to a low setting, a soft humming that was making her pussy ache for its own stimulation. Jace slid out of the backseat, making room. Andre unlatched and repositioned the cuffs in front of her, then pulled the seatbelt across her chest and kissed her mouth. “God, we missed you, bella.”
The soft words were like balm for her soul, smoothing away any remaining rough spots. She blinked, a flash of tears lining her lids.
But he was back in character before she could respond. He hiked her skirt to her thighs and parted her legs, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, exposing the curves of her breasts. He tucked a hand inside her bra and gave her nipple a firm pinch, making her arch. “That’s better. Gives us a nice view in the rearview mirror. Come without permission and that vibrator will be all you get tonight.”
“You two are dirty bastards,” she said, trying to sound petulant, but she could hear the grin in her words.
“Oh, Ms. Kennedy, I think you better not throw rocks in that glass house of yours,” he said, his smile sly.
She stuck out her tongue, earning a deep laugh from him before he climbed out and got into the driver’s seat.
The ride to The Ranch was a tortuous test of her will. With her hands cuffed in front of her, she could’ve easily touched herself if she’d tried, provided some relief to the winding rope of desire coiling tighter and tighter inside her. But Andre’s threat kept her in check. A beating she could handle, but going to bed without having these men inside her tonight might kill her.
Jace and Andre chatted about sports on the way, not inviting her into conversation—as if she wasn’t worth consulting. She was simply the vessel for their use tonight. She recognized the subtle mindfuck, but still found herself growing huffy. “If you want me to cooperate, you should at least talk to me. Plus that guy is the best first baseman the Rangers have ever had. You two don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jace peeked back at her with a gaze that promised extensive plundering and pillaging to come. His focus traced up her parted legs, over her belly, lingered on the exposed rise of her breasts, then homed in on her mouth. Fucking her with his eyes. Like he was going through a checklist of every part of her he planned to use and abuse before the night was done. By the time he met her eyes again, she was near irrational with the need for him to touch her.
“Do you think it’s wise to make demands on me, pet?” His voice was like liquid sin with a splash of menace. “To push me?”
Her lashes lowered in instinctual deference. “I’m sorry. It’s just . . .”
“You’re undisciplined. I know. We’re going to fix that,” he said, smug male arrogance wafting from him. “And we didn’t pick you up to hear your misguided opinion on baseball. So keep your comments to yourself. I’d hate to have to gag that pretty mouth.”
She pressed her lips together and glared, but didn’t say another word.
“Good girl, you’re learning.” He turned back around and resumed his conversation with Andre, leaving her stewing alone in the backseat. Hmph. Thoughts of tying their arrogant asses to the bedposts and torturing them flitted through her head. That might not give her sexual satisfaction but it sure would wipe those overconfident smiles off their faces.
Andre pulled into the half-full parking lot at The Ranch and found a spot. Evan peeked out the window at the large main building and her heart did a cha-cha behind her ribs. They were really going to do this. Were Jace and Andre going to bring her to the police station room she’d seen on her first tour of The Ranch or were they going to go to their cabin? How would it feel to be handled by these men where everyone could see? The thought sent a blush tracking over her from cheeks to painted toenails—shame edged with some illicit thrill.
A thrill? Good God, she was careening off the kinky deep end.
Jace and Andre had figured out the combination to that forbidden lock inside her and once trust had been added to the recipe, her fantasies were spilling out like water from a newfound spring.Author: Roni Loren
The door on her right opened and Jace clamped a hand around her arm. “Come on, pet. Time to pay your debt to society.”
She scooted out gingerly, the vibrator moving inside her with every jostle, sending a pulse of need straight to her clit each time. When she planted her heels into the gravel, her legs wobbled, but Jace helped her to a stand.
Andre unlocked her cuffs and grabbed her shoulders. “Turn and face the vehicle. Palms on the car.”
“Yes, sir.” She followed his instructions and he nudged her feet wide, leaving her completely vulnerable to them. The vibrator continued its steady humming and her arousal threatened to track down her thighs.
Hands locked around her ankles, a pair on each. Jace and Andre at her feet. “You have any weapons on you, Ms. Kennedy?” Andre asked.